Gay Erotic Stories

For awhile there, Steve wondered if he lacked whatever it took to keep my attention focused on him. "Hey, what gives?" he asked me. "Is our relationship suddenly boring?" "No," I replied, surprised by the question. "Then show a little interest, will you, please?" "Oh, you're jealous, aren't you?" I asked, taking him into my arms. But a hug didn't satisfy him. "C'mon," he said, taking my hand, and led me to the bedroom. He wanted proof that he still turned me on. I didn't want anymore of this "I'm not good enough for him" nonsense. So, before we hit the bed, I pulled him into the shower with me for a little warm-up session. "Got a minute?" I asked, and took his erection into my mouth. Steve couldn't have been friendlier toward the kid after that. He told me to relax, everything was fine, and that I should look after the kid until his mom returned. The kid was stretched out on a towel near the ocean when I caught up with him. My face must have shown what I was thinking, because he said, "It would be better if we moved down the beach a ways so Steve won't see us." As soon as we were out of sight behind a sand dune, he spread his towel and went down upon his stomach. I dropped to my knees between his feet and he looked back and grinned. "You didn't bring any lubricant, did you?" "No." "Well, I'm okay with that if you are." I met his mom while I was wearing only a towel. All she saw was how healthy her son looked with a sunburn. Steve led she and the boy into the kitchen for cold drinks while I looked for a place to hide. A few minutes later, I heard the old lady's car pull away from the house. But the boy wasn't with her, he was still in the kitchen with Steve. I found the two of them in each other's arms. "Oh, here he is," the boy said when he saw me. "Let's ask him." "Ask me what?" "How you would feel about a menage-a-trois?" "A what?" "A threesome."