Gay Erotic Stories

In June, my mom and I moved into an apartment building with a huge swimming pool. Our landlord was a young man who didn't say much to me, until he needed help one afternoon in setting up some chairs at the pool. When that was done, he called me into his apartment to help him with another job---attaching a large round mirror to the ceiling over his bed. That was no simple job, but we finally got the mirror secured and the room back in order. "Now take a look at something else I bought," he said, and out of a large bag brought an imitation animal fur bedspread. "Ever had sex on imitation fur?" he asked, and chuckled as my face reddened. "It's a real turn-on." I helped him straighten his bedcovers and then we covered them with the bedspread and smoothed it out. "Here, brush it," he said, handing me a hairbrush. He left me brushing the fur and went out to his car for some "things" he purchased for his bathroom. "You really should stretch out across that fur," he called. "Take off your clothes so you can feel it against your whole body." "Uh . . . I-I have to go pretty soon," I muttered. "You don't want to help me initiate the bedspread?" "Wh-what do you mean?" I asked. "You know?" I didn't know, but I had a pretty good idea when I stepped closer to the bathroom and saw him naked. "I have to go," I muttered, and made a bee line for the front door. He "initiated" his new bedspread that night with another boy. I paced the floor kicking myself the whole time they were together. An hour or so after the boy left, another boy showed up and spent the night. I couldn't get even a "hi" from the young landlord after that. It was like he didn't like seeing me around anymore. Two years later, we "initiated" a fresh towel on a bare mattress in the apartment my mom and I vacated. "Let's call it unfinished business before I leave," I told him as I helped him out of his shirt.