Gay Erotic Stories

Nextdoor Surprise, Part II When his new friend dumped him, the boy nextdoor came crying to me. I didn't know whether I should cry. He was back with me, but only to tell me his feelings for that other boy. He went on and on about that other boy. "What about the feelings I have for you?" I wanted to ask him, but couldn't get a word in. He stayed long enough to make me feel miserable, then left. He was at my door the following night. "Well, at least he's talking to me again," I thought when I let him in. "I'm less miserable than I was when he dumped me." I hurried to my TV and switched on a game show, hoping he'd settle down and let me watch it. He did, but was soon asleep. All I could think about then was getting him undressed and onto my bed. I got a smile from him when I pulled him down across my lap. "You'd be more comfortable stretched out across my bed, don't you think?" I asked. A dreamy smile he gave me as he stood up. "Why don't you go ahead while I use your bathroom?" All the lights were out when he came to bed. He drew the drapes away from the window so we'd have the moonlight to see each other, then he began undressing "You were on your stomach the last time we did this," he said. "That's what I remember most, anyway." I turned over on my stomach and he brought a tube of KY out of a pocket of his jeans. "You took your sweet time getting back here," I reminded him. "I wasn't sure you would take me back." "Why didn't you ask me to take you back?" "I was nervous. Couldn't you tell by how much I talked? I always talk a lot when I'm nervous." He entered me slowly, watching my reactions closely, then raised me to my knees. "You nervous now?" I asked. "No, I'm doing great," he said. "How about you?"