Gay Erotic Stories

Screwed In Beverly Hills, Part II "Okay, so I lied to you," the young stud admitted. "But it was only a little lie. And you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" "Yeah." "So lets be friends," he said, and leaned forward and kissed me." "Friends?" I gasped. "You want to be more than friends?" I wasn't sure. Not until I ran into him again at another nightclub. He was with a really gorgeous guy this time. A guy he'd take home to bed, I was sure. Watching them together drove me crazy. Watching them leave together drove me nuts! Late that night, this young stud telephoned me at home. He had to tell me everything that happened. "I don't care what you two did!" I yelled at him. He laughed. "Then why do you sound upset?" There was a long silence and then he said, "Be out in front of your house in ten minutes and I'll pick you up." I was out there in five. Once again, he made me feel as if I had never had a better lover or would ever again. His whole house was a play land for sex and he pushed me around like a broom. I wore myself out trying to impress him. But when he was through with me, that was the end of everything. He made me feel like I was in his way. He didn't even want to listen to or understand what I was saying. So, I dressed and pointed myself toward the door. I waited for him to offer me a ride home, but I got the cold shoulder. He was "busy," he said. It wasn't a long walk home. The walk back to his house was the one I couldn't make. It just seemed like the time to take slower, more cautious steps. Or, maybe he was just too hot a stud for a marshmallow like me, I don't know. You tell me