Gay Erotic Stories

When I was a teenager, I used to visit my friend Jay's home. He lived in an old manor house from the time of the Civil War, it had innumerable rooms, room after room, and heavy doors and windows with wrought iron bars very decorative. I loved visiting his house and we used to roam around the many rooms where we used to find lots of old things - all dusty and cobwebby - from a romantic and mysterious era. I remember that in one of the wings of the house there were many rooms and a large patio unpaved, after which there was a wall with a big door locked with 3 big padlocks. I asked Jay what was behind that door and he told me: "I don't know, but my parents and grandparents forbid me to go near it, and if they catch me near that door, I'd be grounded at least for a month". I felt very curious: What was the terrible secret of that place? A hidden treasure? A warehouse full of weapons to start a revolution to revive the South? A torture chamber? I used to fantasize a lot. One night I stayed over and when I went to the bathroom in the evening, I opened the bathroom window because there was a lot of condensation because Jay had showered. When I opened it, I noticed a dim light in the forbidden wing of the house, and I saw a shadow moved. Next morning, I got up before all Jay's family and went to that place. I crossed the patio and checked the padlocks; they were strong and the door was wooden, with iron reinforcements. I went to a corner in the patio and noticed that the wall had a crack at about 7 feet above the ground. I climbed, the wall was made of stone so there were many places where to have a foothold. I put my eye to the crack and could see inside a room, there was light from lamps, no windows. The room was elegantly furnished and had a bed, desk, table, arm chairs, sofa, bookcases, a stereo with any records and cassettes. In the center of the room there was a young man, about 25-30 years old, kneeling. He was gorgeous, slender, with dark brown hair, blue sad eyes, and very pale. He was wearing his pajamas. Behind him stood Jay's grandmother, with a leather belt in her hand, and she yelled to the young man: "Disgusting!, pervert!, filthy!, you brought shame on all our family and dragged our good name through the slime and the mud". Then, she started whipping him with the belt, hitting him on his back and buttocks, furiously. He writhed in pain and some tears ran over his face, but kept firm and did not utter any sound. She said: "You'll live here, locked, all your life!, let everyone think you are dead, since to me you are dead!". Then, the grandmother left, she opened a door I hadn't seen using a key from a chain with hundreds of keys. The man was alone, he cried thinking nobody was seeing him. I felt pity for him. He took of his pajama top and I saw the most beautiful torso I had ever seen, hairy, well proportioned and very sexy. He applied some ointment on his wounds. Then, a servant brought him breakfast in a tray that was passed to him through an opening about 4 inches high underneath the door. He picked it up and ate while he watched TV sitting on his bed. I climbed to the roof and I looked for the door through which the grandmother went out. There was a small patio that led to the kitchens and the grandmother's apartments. I knew how to get there. Later, I told Jay: "Who is the man who is locked in the forbidden wing of the house?". Jay said: "Please don't mention anything about it, or my parents and grandparents will get very mad. All I know is that he's my uncle and he's crazy, they said that because he was in Vietnam and the Chinamen tortured him. Please don't speak about it". I asked: "That's all you know?". He said: "Once, aunt Sarah, the old spinster, started telling me something, but my mom came and told her to shut up. She knows, we can try to get something from her". After breakfast we went to aunt Sarah's room. She was a 30-35 year old woman, but dressed as an old woman, always in black, with her hair in a bun, thick stockings, black scarf, and very silent and shy. Nevertheless, she was very beautiful and had a face like a Raphael's Madonna. Jay showed her his new camera his dad gave him for his birthday and told her: "Let me take you a snapshot". She sat upright and serious. Jay said: "Not like that, let your hair down and smile, more relaxed". She took her hairpins off and her jet black wavy hair cascaded down to her waist. Her hair was smooth and shiny as silk. Jay took some photographs. Then asked her to show me the family photo album. She gave him a very thick book and we were looking at the pictures. When I turned a page, a small snapshot fell to the floor, and I immediately recognized the handsome prisoner. She picked it up and put it in her dress pocket. I told Jay to watch if someone came while I talked with her. I told Sarah: "I saw that man locked in a room and the grandmother was hitting him with a belt". She became very nervous and told me: "Please, Dany, don't mention this to anyone, and my parents would kill me if they knew I said something, it's a family secret. I said: He is crazy, isn't he?". She said: "No, he is not, he is perfectly sane. He is my brother Gabriel, my favorite brother, the youngest of us, but he is punished". I asked: "Why?, what did he do?". She answered, hesitatingly and very ashamed: "He did things with a man, a friend of his". I said: "What things? Did he steal?, killed someone?, drugs?". She said, blushing like a tomato: "No, other things, like if they were boyfriend and girlfriend. My parents caught them and locked Gabriel for life in that room. His friend was put in a mental hospital by his family". I was shocked!, how could they put someone in a sanitarium just for being gay?, and how could someone live locked and tortured? I asked her: "How long ago did it happen?". She said: "Five years. since then, my father and mother punish him every day, taking turns. A priest from the church comes on Sundays to exorcise him because my parents say he has the devil inside". From that day I made the intention of contacting Gabriel, the prisoner. Once I visited Jay, and when nobody saw me, I went to the crack in the wall and checked that he was alone. Then, I went to the other side, to the door with the opening underneath, where they passed him his food and I said: "Gabriel!". He came close, very frightened and asked who it was. I said: "My name is Danny, I am a friend of Jay's, your nephew, and want to help you". He said: " No!, go away, please! Thanks for your good intention, but nothing can be done and it's dangerous". I said: "We'll se about that, I just want you to know that I'm on your side and will try to help you". On other occasion, I went to the door with the 3 padlocks; I tried to pick them but couldn't. Then, I noticed that the floor was sand, I found an old rusty car license plate and used it to dig under the door, until the hole was enough for me to pass through it. Fortunately, I am thin. I found a piece of cardboard, I pour sand and dirt on it and when I passed to the other side of the door, I pulled over the hole so it looked as if no one had dug there. On the other side of the door there was a small patio and a wall with a small window. I climbed the wall to the window and squeezed myself through it and I went into the bathroom. Gabriel yelled: "What's that noise?". I said: "It's me, Danny". He was astonished, looking at me. I was full of scratches all over my face and body. We went to his bedroom and talked for hours. I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful manly face, his hairy arms and hands, and I felt very sorry for his situation. He told me about his lover, he was his best friend and together they had discovered the fascinating world of gay sex and love, he was afraid that his friend was dead because he had always sworn that if they were separated he'd kill himself, and once Gabriel's mother, when punishing him said something: "At least that cursed pervert must be in hell, tortured by all the devils". Every time I visited Jay, I found the way to go and visit Gabriel. We became more intimate. Once he said: "In all these years I haven't seen or touched any men, I miss a man hug". I hugged him. He asked how old was I, I said I was 18 (well, I want my story published, do I not?). We remained embraced, and I felt something pushing against my thigh, it was his cock growing in his trousers. I kissed his chest and neck and slowly moved towards nether regions, until I knelt and his cock was in front of my face. I undid his fly (buttons) and his trousers felt to the floor, he wasn't wearing any underwear, revealing a 9 inch cock, cut and thick, with a pair of testicles big as lemons. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked with passion. He writhed in pleasure and moved his hips to fuck my mouth. Then, he came in my mouth. Then, he pulled my trousers and Y-fronts down, pulled out my 8 1/2 inch long cock, circumcised, and took it in his mouth; he sucked wildly, like desperate. I came in his mouth. He glowed with happiness. He hugged me and said: "Danny, you've made me very happy, thanks. But leave, they might catch you and hurt you". I promised him I'd help him. I asked: "If you get out, can you work and maintain yourself?". He said: "Of course, I am a civil engineer and I can get a job". When I got home I asked my dad if he knew a lawyer because I had an assignment for school and had to write about lawyers. He called a friend of his and asked him to help me. He made an appointment for me. I went to see him and asked about Gabriel's situation as if it was an example for my assignment. The lawyer told me what I had to do. I told him then it was a real case. He gave me instructions about what to do. Some days later, I went to see Gabriel, I told him to give me a letter for the county sheriff, and took it to the lawyer. After some days, the police arrived with a search warrant, looking for Gabriel. The family denied his presence in the house, but Sarah called one of the sheriff men apart and told him where Gabriel was. They kicked the door down and took Gabriel out. TJay's grandparents were arrested charged with kidnapping and tortures, and were bailed out by Jay's parents, but the judge put a restraining order forbidding them to come nearer than 100 feet of Gabriel. Gabriel was free, pale, black circles under his eyes, and his story was in the papers, where it read "due to family reasons". He got a job very soon, and got an apartment in a very nice part of the city, where I visited him every day after college and we made love for hours. One day, Sarah appeared, she had left home and asked Gabriel if he would let her stay in his house. He said: "I hope the things you know about me won't bother you". She said: "No, brother, I've always been on your side but you know that nobody can oppose our parents, they're such tyrants". He said: "Except for Danny, he saved me. And he is my lover, does it bother you?". She said: "No, I love Danny and if I was to get you a boyfriend, Danny would be my first choice". Sarah got a teaching job, she changed her way of dressing and became a very happy young woman; she got a very handsome boyfriend, an architect, they married and they have 2 boys now, after 3 years. Gabriel got a very good job, very well paid, and we've travelled a lot together. Since he was away from the world for so long, he didn't have much experience in gay sex, so I was who taught him most of the things he knows now about sex between to men in love; and teaching him was wonderful, and what a good pupil! Gabriel was one of the best lovers I've had and I always think of him with love and remember his wonderful story.