Gay Erotic Stories

Become Good Friends (Parts I, II and III) This story is a continuation of the story "Good Neighbours" written by Damien Keogh. It is advisable that you read that story before this one. This story concerns Paul, Billy and Joel from the popular Australian soap "Neighbours". The story is merely a fictitious fantasy and insinuates nothing about the actual sexual orientation of the actors who play them (Jansen Spencer, Jesse Spencer or Daniel MacPherson respectively). I would be pleased to here any comments you have about the story. Please contact me at LiamH9@hotmail.com. Thanks, LIAM. Part I: The Morning After The day after their rather hot encounter Paul and Billy were talking at school while eating their lunch. “Thanks for last night Bill, I never even thought that I could feel that way about another bloke” “Don’t mention it Pauly, it was good for me to” “Uh…Billy…d’you…umm” “What, do I wanna do it again?” “Yeah…do you?” “What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?” “Nothing, and I have the house to myself as Madge and Harold are going to some discussion group.” “Cool, I’ll cum round!” “Yeah, I’ll be getting ready for you in my room, I’ll uh… leave my window open for you.” “Cool, see ya later then sexy!” “Bye mate.” Paul couldn’t believe it, after last night he thought that he was dreaming. One of the hottest guys in the school had taken his arse-virginity. Now, the same guy wanted to continue the incredible relationship. Paul thought that he was probably the luckiest guy in the school. As Billy was walking to class after talking to Paul he thought how lucky he was to have broken in one of the cutest guys in the school. He had complete control over this twink that worshipped the very ground that he walked on. This was better than in his wildest dreams. Part II: Anticipation The next morning, Paul woke up in his bed with one of the biggest morning hard-ons that he had ever had in his life. It must have been his dick anticipating what was going to happen later that day. He was desperate to have a wank, but he wanted to save his wad for Billy. He peeled back the covers to reveal his beautifully tanned and toned naked body (Paul always slept in the nude as it made tossing easier). He was sweating after the hot night. Just thinking about what he would do with Billy later and seeing the sweat forming on his own naked body brought a clear bead of precum to the tip of his perfectly formed erection. The sunlight streaming through the curtains caught this bead of natural lubricant and made it sparkle like a diamond. Paul took the jewel from the end of his dick with his finger and then sucked it off. He loved the taste of his own juice, but not as much as that of his new-found lover. Just as Paul was drifting into a glorious daydream about his gorgeous new idol there was a knock at his bed room door. Paul snapped out of his trance, stopped idly stroking his boner and pulled the covers back over his proud stick of meat. He slightly raised his knee to hide the obvious tent that his rock hard penis was making in the covers. He put on a voice that sounded as though he had been woken up by the unwelcome knock at the door and said “Come in”. Harold half opened the door and stuck his head round. He said good morning to Paul and reminded him that he and Madge would be going out in a few hours time. He urged Paul to get out of bed soon as he was wasting the beautiful Saturday morning – it was already 11:00. Just then Paul remembered that he had hidden a few pages of a gay porn-mag that he had found, in the garden, that would be the perfect thing to warm up for Billy with. Now (having been talking to Harold) Paul’s raging boymeat had softened enough not to be noticed. He got out of bed, and shuddered as his hot body came into contact with the cold tiles on the floor. This sent a fine shower of his teenage, musky sweat flying of his hair, cock and pubes. Paul ran his fingers through his hair, and then his pubes. His hand cupped his ample scrotum, which was heavy with the huge wad that he was saving for his stud boyfriend. He decided not to play with himself any longer in case he got hard all over again. He slipped on a pair of white cotton boxers, but just from feeling his package he was already half-hard and there was a small bulge in the cotton. So, he put on a pair of baggy surf-shorts over the top, these hid the embarrassment. He went into the kitchen where Madge was washing up after her breakfast. He got a glass of orange juice out of the fridge and downed it quickly. Madge offered to make him some breakfast, but Paul said that he wasn’t hungry (saying to himself that he was hungry, but only for one thing – Billy’s studmeat). Part III: Preparation Paul walked out into the garden, he went over to the large bush by the fence. He put his hand under the bush and groped around until he found a small plastic bag. He pulled out the bag and opened it, inside were the few pages of the gay porn-mag that he had found. Paul took out the pages and stuffed them down his shorts. He replaced the bag and went back inside. Harold said that he and Madge would be leaving in about 10 minutes. Paul said goodbye then, he said that he was going to have a shower, as it had been a hot night. Of course Paul’s real intentions were to tickle his tackle a bit first so that he was in the mood for what ever Billy was going to do to him. He went into his bedroom, shut his door, stripped off and got out the porn. He lay on the bed, and began to look at the gorgeous hunks on the page as he slowly moved his hand up and down his now throbbing cock. He started to moan Billy’s name quietly as he pleasured himself. Continued....