Gay Erotic Stories

"This day couldn't get much worse", I thought. I slammed my bag down on the table and fell hard into my leather couch. My back felt like it had been crushed I could barely even stand up after the long day at the office. I loosened my tie and went into my room. I walked around the room while removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. "Damn it's so hot in here", I thought. I struggled to pull of my shirt as I spotted a light on in my neighbor’s house. Steve is a real nice guy, but straight as a arrow. He is the embodiment of the perfect man, 5'11", brown hair, green eyes, and a body lightly dusted with light brown hair. Whenever I see him jogging down the street in his loose soccer shorts I think to myself, " How I would just love to squeeze his head together with my thighs. Me and Steve's are okay friends, but don't really say much, just an occasional passing hello and a wave goodbye. I know that he has this super model girl friend that he brings home and fucks her brains out every night. As I blister his image in my mind and contemplate the goings on in that house… well it sends me over the edge every time! Maybe someday soon I have a clearer picture!