Gay Erotic Stories

We caught up with our friends that night and had to lie to cover our tracks. We repeated that lie so many times to so many friends, I wondered if anyone really believed it. Of course, we ended up getting drunk and dependent upon someone else. I woke up the next morning in bed between two guys I wasn't sure I knew, and stumbled over four more on the floor before reaching the bathroom, then found a guy asleep in the bathtub. Where was my gay friend? Hell, where was I? I didn't know. I found my friend asleep in a hammock outside. "I talk in my sleep, so I had no choice but to sleep out here," he said. I didn't know if I talked in my sleep or not. If I did, we were in big trouble with those two guys I slept with, "So we'd better leave," I remember saying. "Are we always going to have to keep our guard up?" I asked my lover. "Won't we ever be able to relax?" Back at the gay motel, we were able to relax out by the pool. We were able to go nude, in fact. Until we thought we recognized one of the other nude sunbathers. "I don't know about this," my lover whispered. "Maybe we'd better stay in our room until we're sure about him?" "He's out here nude with us? How much more sure about him can we be?" "Let's go back to our room just to be on the safe side?" He lay across our bed peeking out at that guy through the curtains. "I know I've seen him before," he said. "I won't feel safe until I remember where." But we lived like two guys under house arrest. That wasn't the way I wanted to spend my vacation. "Let's go home," I finally suggested. Four hours later, we pulled the car to a stop in his driveway. His parents were home, so we sat on the beat-up old sofa in the garage and talked. Finally, he drew me down to lie in his arms. There on that beat-up old sofa in his garage he felt safe.