Gay Erotic Stories

I met Marlow in a public park. He was there for a pick-up game of basketball and was with a horde of other boys who looked like they badly needed a bath. He stood out though. Not because he was tall, he was in fact only 5'3". It was the catlike way in which he moved that caught my gaze. He looked no older than sixteen so I was amazed to find out that he was twenty-four already. His skin was the color of sweet chocolate and I swear i would have taken a bite if I were a bit bolder. He was aggressive though and talk came around to relationships before two hours were over. He didn't want to be a boy toy, he said. He wanted to be loved. He loathed being used like some wet rag and be thrown away like trash the morning after. I was hooked. He wanted shoes, shoes he got, plus a bead bracelet, socks, shirts and all the food he could possibly eat. I was courting the guy like he was some movie star and all I could get was an occasional smack on the cheek and a lot of holding hands. I was almost crazy with pent-up desire when, after two months, he gave the go ahead. I wasted no time in hailing a taxi and took him to my favorite motel. He was really coy and waited for me to undress him piece by piece. The sweet smell of a day's worth of sweat was almost to much to bear. But I didn't want a quickie so I took it slowly. ....To be continued