Gay Erotic Stories

My feelings for my school chum grew. It was Ken I found attractive, never the guys around us. I didn't think it would be a problem if we continued the way we were going, but it was because of what I couldn't tell other people. I feared rejection by friends at school who were important to me. I feared rejection by my church-going mom. At services, I sat praying for God to give me some attraction to girls, but it never came. Around me in church were some beautiful girls, but the interest just wasn't there. A gay relationship with Ken, on the other hand, was fun and exciting and on the edge. It was a joy to be young and gay. The idea that Ken and I couldn't be happy together seemed ridiculous. How could two guys who couldn't stop having fun be unhappy together? Then the question became, "Why would two guys like us want to listen to anyone else in the first place?" Our relationship was nobody else's business. Period. And having decided that, the problem I wrestled with was taken care of. Last Spring Break, Ken and I joined some friends in a trip to Palm Springs. A hotel room was reserved for us and waiting for our first big party. But Ken got another idea---why didn't we separate from the others and share a room in a motel for gay men? There were a number of such motels listed in a gay magazine at a sidewalk newsstand, so we copied down some addresses and went in search. An hour later, Ken and I settled in each other's arms on a real bed, not a sofa. That isn't the end of our story, it's only the beginning . . .