Gay Erotic Stories

Screwed In Beverly Hills Dinner with me at a fancy restaurant was my mother's first night out after dad died. And she really enjoyed herself. She talked all the way back home and well into the morning. So, we did it again. We took a limo to one of Beverly Hill's finest restaurants. This time we met up with an old girlfriend from college and her date. Mom was strangely quiet this time. "What's wrong?" I asked when her girlfriend and date got up to dance. "That young man," she whispered. "He's a male prostitute and she's a married woman! "How do you know he's a postitute?" "Because he was with a woman your father and I met at a party. She called him a . . a . . rent-a-date. She was actually thrilled to go out with him. And then she called me the next morning to tell me everything he did to her in bed!" He was also a senior at the university i was attending. He said hello to me in the gym and I said hello back before realizing who he was. "You sure made Anna happy the other night," I told him when I caught up with him. "Anna?" he questioned, frowning. A second later, he remembered my mother's girlfriend. "Oh, yeah, Anna. We did have a good time that night. She's a nice lady." He was on the arm of an older man the next time I saw him. An older man who was interested in me. He couldn't stop staring at me. "What was that about?" I had to know. "He'd like to take you home with him." "I'd rather go home with someone like you." "Oh?" "Yes, you fascinate me. You make your living with your dick!" He laughed. "Well, I guess you could say that. I'd rather say I make a lot of lonely people happy with it." "Lonely people?" "Like Anna. She has a husband who ignores her. She's tired of sitting at home every night, so she calls a guy like me rather than go out alone. I show her a good time and she feels young and sexy again." "And that old man who is staring at us?" "He likes watching other men make love. He says at his age he'd feel foolish getting into bed with anyone." "How old is he?" "Sixty." "That's not old." "He thinks it is." "So, what does he expect me to do?" "He doesn't expect you to do anything. He'd LIKE you to come to his house and get it on with me so he can watch." "Is that what you want?" "I'd like to get it on with you any way I can." "No foolin'?" 'No foolin'" I could feel my face flush. "So, what do you say?" I didn't know what to say. I had never been propositioned is just this way before." "He won't stand over us, I promise." I laughed. There was no comfortable way for me to say yes, I told him. "Then why don't I just leave with the old man and you follow us in your car? He doesn't live very far from here." "Okay," I agreed, and he left quickly before I changed my mind. This was insanity that had me so horny I couldn't believe it. It was a good thing the old man didn't live far away. At long last, this young stud and I were in a bedroom undressing. I looked around for the old man and didn't see him. "He'll be here." He spread a towel over the bedspread, put me on my stomach, and told me to relax. "Yeah, right." Then . . . we were doing it. "Okay, when does he make his grand entrance?" I had to know. But my hunk was passed caring by now. And in another few seconds he was telling me he was going to come. I left the stud with a dreamy smile, got dressed, and hurried to the frontdoor. That old man was sitting on the livingroom sofa fully dressed with a magazine open across his lap. "Well, did you enjoy the show?" I asked. "The show, sir? "Yeah, the show you asked for." He shot me a look of bewilderment. "C'mon, what I did with your friend upstairs was for you, you know? Don't tell me you missed the show?" "I-I don't know what you mean. I'm just the limo driver. The young man upstairs told me to come in and wait." "You're . . . his driver?" "Yes, and I need him to pay me so I can get home to my wife. It's getting late."