Gay Erotic Stories

Nick and Peter had moved in together – strangers sharing a nice old Victorian flat in the centre of town. Peter was a banker. He pushed himself hard at work and the gym, always had a string of girlfriends, and was known by all of his mates to play very hard indeed. But Nick was a more mysterious guy, and Peter was curious to know more about him. Sure, he liked his own space and that was no problem, but Peter couldn’t understand why such a seemingly confident, big built, happy, handsome guy had such an introverted lifestyle. He could be like Peter if he wanted – they were both young and clever and good looking and well built. Peter’s girlfriends were always interested in Nick when they met him, too interested for Peter’s liking and he was careful to make sure they didn’t spend too much time hanging around him. Nick flirted with them, but it was in a playful way, not as if he was about to steal them. Of course, Nick could be gay, who could tell, but it didn’t seem like that was enough reason for him to be at home so much. Surely there were plenty of guys out there who would go for him? Strange. Peter just had to put this one down as a mystery and move on, Nick wasn’t about to divulge any secrets.

It was after they had been living together for about three months that Peter began to relax around Nick and stop worrying that they weren’t really ever going to be best mates. He began to slob around more, walking round the flat in his underwear. Nick didn’t seem to mind and didn’t seem to pay him any more attention than usual, so Peter just got used to doing it. In fact, whenever he got home he almost always removed his trousers right away. He didn’t know why, it just seemed more casual and relaxed that way. And he bought new underwear; tight briefs which showed off his arse and his bulge nicely. Nick didn’t seem phased at all by this. He never even mentioned it. Peter just found he felt so much more relaxed without his trousers in the flat. He had a great body. All of those hours in the gym had seen to that. He wasn’t embarrassed by showing it off, although Nick was undoubtedly bigger and more built than Peter would ever be. But Nick never undressed around him, which seemed odd. Peter enjoyed walking round the flat in his tight briefs. He would ask Nick if he needed anything, make him coffee or bring him snacks, and wasn’t at all bothered by being half naked.

But then one day Peter started to become paranoid. He was in a vest and tight pants cleaning the kitchen when, for no particular reason, he thought he could feel Nick staring at his arse. When he turned around Nick seemed engrossed in his book, but Peter felt embarrassed. He carried on cleaning, but the feeling that his arse was being observed by his flatmate was unsettling. And after that, although he didn’t stop wearing just his briefs around the flat, he was convinced that every time he turned or bent over Nick was watching his butt. He used to blush but never considered covering up. On the contrary, he began to wear even less, often walking around in just his briefs with no vest, his big, gym-fit body on display if Nick cared to look at it, which Peter has no proof of.

Peter was on edge. Was Nick really looking at his bottom all the time? He felt exposed and vulnerable whenever he turned his back on his flatmate. And also, more embarrassingly, he’d started to be plagued with seemingly random erections. For example, if he got home and Nick was there, Peter would find his cock getting hard in his pants as he stripped down to them. And as he was playing table football and bent over he found himself getting hard. It might have been any number of reasons: the game; a lack of girlfriend action of late; a full bladder; or perhaps even that Nick was seated right behind him, watching him as he bent forward in his tight briefs.

When Peter went shopping for new underwear he found he was bored with the pants he’d been wearing. He had the urge for something new. He returned home that evening, stripped off and tried on one of his new purchases, which were fitted well and snugly, although that erection was stretching it all out of shape. He wandered into the lounge. Nick was there, as ever, reading, looking big and coiled. Peter went for a game of table football. As he bent forward and started playing he suddenly became acutely aware that the jockstrap he was wearing was baring his arse to his curious flatmate. He blushed, knowing that Nick was staring at his muscular bare bottom, but he decided that the best thing to do was just to carry on as normal.

He was wearing a jockstrap a few nights later when Nick was telling him about his visit to the doctors. Apparently they were checking for testicular cancer, he said. The doctor and his male student spent a considerable amount of time examining his bollocks, he said. Complimented him on their size, and also that of his member, which they were having to hold out of the way of the examination. Nick couldn’t understand why they had spent so long examining him. He’d been naked with their hands on his genitals for approaching an hour. The student had been on his knees before him, weighing his penis and his testicles. Could Peter have any idea what he could have been doing down there? Peter shook his head. It didn’t make any sense. Apparently they had ended the session photographing Nick’s tackle as a specimen of unusual size to show other students. Nick cupped his genitals through his trackies. It was all a mystery, he said, and if Peter could shed any light that would be most helpful. Peter was unable to offer an explanation, and after a detailed conversation about the examination, he ended up on his knees before Nick, who was still fully clothed. Nick informed him that the student had been much closer, so Peter all but crawled between his legs, his face almost pressed against the mighty bulge in his trackies.

No, Peter was unable to help, decided Nick, who went to bed. Peter had discovered another of his random erections and was going to find sleep difficult for a while. He seemed preoccupied with Nick’s genital problem. If only he could get a closer look, that would help, thought Peter. He needed to see Nick’s cock and balls and examine them with his own hands if he was going to be a good flatmate. He began to think of ways he could achieve that.

To be continued… Email me if you liked it: johnny.manipulator@gmail.com