Gay Erotic Stories

As far back as junior high, I was aware of a strong attraction to other boys. When I finally realized what that attraction meant to the few friends I had, I began mimicking the popular jocks on campus. I made friends with all the cute girls, tried out for football and basketball, and even got into weightlifting. I thought my interest in other boys was safely hidden behind a more macho image, but it wasn't. Not to others like me, it wasn't. High school wasn't much different. The muscles I gained from weightlifting painted a very different picture of me and I became very good at pleasing everyone. Until self-hatred began to eat at my insides. I'd meet some really attractive guy and wondered what could happen if I left the safety of my closet. Graduation from high school freed me from the closet. Nobody was breathing down my neck anymore. I met someone I really wanted to get close to, but was afraid he'd feel threatened if I went too fast. My problem was, I didn't know how to go slow. I was caught up in this illusion of wild sex. I held onto it as tightly as I did the steering wheel in my car, driving him home that first night. In front of the TV, we explored each other, experimented, and let loose several loads of cum. I wanted him to spend the night, but he said he couldn't, he had to be at work early the next morning. He told me he would call, but never did. I felt like a idiot. I had scared him off in some way? Some days later, I ran into him, but was too embarrassed to speak. I felt so . . . vulnerable. It was a lot safer back in the closet, I realized, and that's where I went. And that's where I intend to stay. It's a lot more comfortable than it used to be.