Gay Erotic Stories

Considering that I was a jock and had a pretty full after school schedule and that took a lot of time. Sometimes I just wanted to quit sports so I could spend some more time with my Nicky, but Nicky would hear of it.

My friends were always trying to hook me up with various girls. Occasionally I would go out with a girl so no one got suspicious. Nicky was cool with it. We both weren't ready to come out, though I was having a hard time not telling anyone about my relationship with Nicky. I was head over heels in love with Nicky, and I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

One day I was sitting in the cafeteria during lunch when the girl that I was dating for cover came in and sat on my lap and started making out with me. I looked up and saw Nicky sitting at the loner table watching. I could have killed that girl for doing that in front of my boyfriend, though she didn't know that he was my boyfriend or that I was into guys.

After wrestling practice that day I went straight to Nicky's house. His parents were not too much of nice people and often treated Nicky like crap. I didn't care for them. They let me inside and told me Nicky was in his bedroom. I went up and knocked on Nicky's door. I went inside and found Nicky lying on his bed.

"Nicky." I said. "I am sorry about what you saw today. That's all I have ever done with her is make out with her. I hate it."

"Maybe you should get rid of me." Nicky said. "I am ruining your life."

"No you are not!" I exclaimed. "How could you ruin my life when you are the best thing that is in my life? I want to spend my life with you. I want to experience everything there is to experience in this life with you. I want to grow old with you Nicky. I want to tell anybody and everybody that I am in love with you. My life wouldn't have any kind of meaning if you weren't in it."

I laid on the bed next to him and pulled him into my arms. We were both now eighteen and were set to go to the same college. I hoped that once in college he and I could be a little more open about our relationship. I was bursting inside not being able to tell anybody that we were together. I turned his head to mine and gave him a deep kiss. Just then the door to Nicky's room opened that there stood Nicky's mother. She had a look on her face that could kill.

The shouting began and both of Nicky's parents said that they didn't want a "fag" living in their house and he could get out. Nicky and I left together. Nicky didn't seem upset as I drove him to my house. I told him that I would talk to my parents and see if he could stay with us. However that plan ended the moment we came through the door of my house. I noticed a suitcase sitting by the door. We walked into the living room were my parents were sitting waiting with stern looks on their faces. I just realized that Nicky's parents called mine.

"Mom, Dad." I said.

"We didn't raise you to be a queer Ian." my father said. I was shocked. All my life my parents were telling me that they hoped that when I grew up that I would be happy with what I choose to do and the person I choose to spend my life with.

"What?" I asked. "I didn't think you two would be upset by this."

"The only way you can stay in this house is not to be that way anymore." said my mother.

"I am that way." I said. "There is nothing that can be done about it." That was the truth. I didn't ask to be gay. Or want to be gay I just was. I accepted it. "I'm gay. I can't do anything about that it's just what I am."

"GET OUT!" they both yelled. "WE HAVE NO SON!"

Both Nicky and I left grabbing the suitcase by the door on the way out. There wasn't anything we could do about our parents. Nicky and I were both eighteen and any police officer or social worker would say that they had every right to throw me out. I got in the driver’s seat of my car. Emotion overwhelmed me. I leaned my head forward on the steering wheel and started crying. I never thought my parents would react that way.

Nicky pulled me to him and I started crying into his shoulder. Then the more I thought of it the more I realized that my parents pushed me into doing sports. I didn't want to do it I remembered in my junior high school days wanting to join the chess club. My father protested saying that the chess club was for "faggots" that real men played football. I realized they didn't want me to be happy being myself, but only as what they wanted me to be.

I pulled myself off of Nicky and looked at him. I thought that when this day came my parents would accept him as the person I choose to be my partner in life. That they would see in him everything I saw in him; the wonderful person who was not only beautiful inside but outside as well. I gave Nicky a nice kiss and then started the engine to my car not knowing where to go.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked.

"I think I know somewhere." Nicky said, "I think I know someone who can help us."

"Who?" I asked.

"My uncle," Nicky said, "my mother's brother. He's nice and he and his wife have a nice big house. He's nothing like my parents. And he always told me that if I ever needed anything to talk to him."

"Where does he live?" I asked.

"On Harrison Drive." Nicky said. Harrison drive was full of mansions. I put the car in drive and started going right there. Nicky pointed out the house. It was not a big house but a huge house. We pulled up to the gate where a guard stopped us. The guard recognized Nicky and opened the gate for us. We drove up to the front door and knocked. A butler answered the door and showed us into a nice spacious living room. I was as nervous as hell.

Nicky's Uncle and Aunt walked into the living room a couple of minutes later. "Uncle Jack, Aunt Kathy." Nicky said and went to hug them. They both looked at me with wonder. "This is Ian." Nicky said. He started telling our story. Once it was over both Uncle Jack and Aunt Kathy looked sympathetic.

"Leave it to my sister and that good for nothing husband of hers to do something like this." said Uncle Jack. "If my parents were still alive their hearts would break; we weren't raised like that."

"I never heard you talk like that about my father before?" Nicky said stunned.

"I never said anything bad about him in front of you before Nicholas." Uncle Jack said. "I didn't want to give you a bad image of your father. Though I am sure he did that fine just by himself. Kathy what do you think?"

"They can stay here." Aunt Kathy said. "Better yet let's let them stay in the guest house that way the can have more privacy."

"I didn't get my things from my house," Nicky said ashamed.

"Don't worry we will take care of that." said Uncle Jack. "And anything that Ian would like from his house we will get too. We will go there tomorrow and get both your guys' things and if either of your parents refuses we will come back with a court order and be escorted by the sheriff. Now let me show you to the guest house."

"I don't know how I’ll be able to repay you two." I said.

"Seeing the two of you finish school and go to college will be repayment enough." Uncle Jack said.

We followed Uncle Jack and Aunt Kathy through the house and out to a smaller house. Uncle Jack took out a set of keys and opened the door. He pulled two keys off the chain and handed each one to us. "There are fresh sheets in the closet, along with fresh towels. I will be sure to have breakfast ready for you before the two of you head to school tomorrow morning. Sleep well." Uncle Jack then left. I was smiling.

Nicky looked at me and saw me smiling. "What?"

"Our own home," I said. Nicky walked to me and we started kissing deeply. We got the bed made and messed it up when we made love that night. It got weird getting used to sleeping in the same room but we both eventually fell asleep. I came to a decision before sleep took me. I was going to quit the wrestling team. It was what my parents wanted. Since they now were no longer a factor in my life sports was no long a factor. I knew that tomorrow the whole school would know about Nicky and me. I didn't care. Nothing would ever be able to destroy my love for Nicky. My love for Nicky was and always would be lasting and unconditional. I knew now that I would be ready to face the next day.

To be continued...