Gay Erotic Stories

It was the only job I could get find during Spring Break---taking care of a neighbor's house while he was away on business---and I blew it. A couple of teenagers got into his garage and stole his car. I didn't even know it was gone until police telephoned. The car was found abandoned in a ditch somewhere. The stereo was gone, of course, and there were scratches everywhere. But there was no serious damage. The police said the kids who took it were just out joyriding. I replaced the missing stereo with a better one, ran the car though a car wash a couple of times, and spent an afternoon polishing it. I wanted to break the news gently to my neighbor, but he walked up while I was under the car checking out an oil leak. I was covered with oil. I expected him to come unglued and start yelling at me, but he didn't. He looked at everything, checked out the new stereo, and just shook his head. That's all. "Okay, let me change clothes and I'll help you," he said sounding very tired. Together, we fixed the oil leak and then he wanted to pay me for the stereo and the work I put in. I refused to take the money. The car had been my responsibility, I told him. Again he stood shaking his head. "Okay, c'mon in the house," he said. "But don't touch anything until you get some of that grease off." He brought me a bar of soap good for removing grease. "Would you mind if I take a shower?" I asked. "No, go right ahead," he said, and began washing his hands in the sink. He stood there staring at me until I was in his shower. The next time I looked around, he had all his clothes off. Now it was my turn to stare . "Can I use some of your soap?" he asked, opening the shower door. He stepped into the shower with me, his dick out to there. I turned my back and he began soaping my neck and shoulders. He saw my excitement, my dick in my hand, and began stroking his dick. "It would be better in the bedroom, don't you think?" he asked when I turned around. He followed me onto his wide bed, turned me over onto my stomach, and then went into a dresser drawer after some lubricant. "You okay?" he asked after he came. "Yeah, sure." "I have to tell you something. Something that may make you mad." "What?" "I should've told you when I got home." "What?" "My car. It was stolen before I left. Before you ever came over. I just forgot to tell you."