Gay Erotic Stories

Parked in the shade of some trees on the bank of the lake, my dad's RV was okay for a night of sex. It wasn't the fancy cabin Orrin and I wanted, but the owner demanded much to much money for rent and then asked too many questions. He rented out his cabin to guys and girls all the time, he said. This was the first time he dealt with two guys and he wasn't comfortable with the idea. "Are you two brothers?" he asked. "Are you cousins?" "Never mind," Orrin said, and walked away. "I just don't want the neighbors gossiping." There weren't any neighbors. At least on the cabin's side of the lake, there weren't. And Orrin and I didn't plan to leave the bed, so how could anyone gossip? "Never mind!" Orrin insisted, and led me back to his car. Like I said, parked in the shade of some trees, my dad's RV was okay. It actually got us close enough to the lake where we could go skinny dipping. After dinner, we did just that and the light of our small campfire seemed to add magic to our romantic mood. We were both pretty excited when we moved upon the bed in the RV. A sudden terrific wind took care of the campfire, rattled the RV some, and then just as suddenly ended. Orrin pulled the sheet up over us, but then heard something outside fall against the RV and thought he'd better get up and go see what it was. He called to me from outside the RV. "You'd better come out here and see this!" "I don't want to have to get up!" I yelled. "You'd better come out here, I'm telling you! You're not going to believe it!" I left the bed, stepped outside the RV, and, no, I didn't believe what I saw---a huge pie plate shaped object about half the size of a football field sitting on the bank of the lake there before us. It looked like a giant grey metal frisbee with lights, blinking colored lights, in a dome-like center. It didn't make a sound all the time Orrin and I stood there gaping at it. "If you want to tell me I'm not really looking at what I'm looking at, I won't be mad," Orrin said. "I ain't saying a word," I remember saying. "No one will believe us if we tell." "No one." Orrin started backing into the RV. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to make sure I'm not in bed dreaming all this." He backed into the RV and I followed, but only to grab my jeans so I could get away. Whatever that thing was, the driver had to have seen the RV. I grabbed my jeans, shoes, and shirt and went running for the cover of the trees with Orrin right behind me. Beyond the trees we found a small opening between two large boulders and crawled in there to hide. For the next couple of hours, Orrin and I did a lot of what-iffing: "What if that thing stays where it is all night?" "What if the driver sees the RV and comes looking for us?" We fell asleep what-iffing. A warm morning sun woke us and we ventured out afraid of snakes now. "We don't know where we are, so we should see if we can get the RV back," I said. Orrin didn't offer a better idea, so back through those trees we went. Whatever that thing was, it was gone. It's weight left a deep impression in the grass and dirt, but it was gone. So were we once we got our things into the RV. Orrin didn't have much to say during the ride home. All I could think about was how hard it would be for my parents to believe this story. "My god!" Orrin muttered. "We just saw something absolutely incredible and we can't tell anyone. They'll think we're loonies!"