Gay Erotic Stories

All I learned in four years of high school was helplessness in standing up to bullies. I survived, I think, by dating a lot of girls so I'd be seen with them. Using them to make myself look good made me feel miserable, but less miserable than I would have been had the truth been told that I was gay. Everything turned around for me the night I walked Jenny Slater home from a school dance. Her parents were away, she said, but she couldn't invite me in because her brother was home and would tell on her. That's what she said at her front door. A second later, she changed her mind. "He's always here entertaining his gay friends, so why shouldn't I invite you in?" "Your brother is gay?" "You didn't know that? I thought everyone knew that." She opened the front door, motioned me inside, and put a finger to her lips to shush me. "I think he's in the den watching TV," she whispered. She led me upstairs to her room, locked the door, and told me to make myself comfortable while she changed. Into the adjoining bathroom she went and came back out wearing only a slip. "You're not undressed?" "Uh . . ." "C'mon, you're spending the night with me," she said, and made me stand so she could help me undress. "Jenny, I-I don't think this is a good idea." "We're not going to do anything, we're just going to talk until we fall asleep." I was damned if I followed her onto the bed and damned if I didn't. I had little doubt that she'd give a full report to her girlfriends at school. But all she wanted me to do was lie there beside her and hold her. When she finally turned away to sleep, I was off the hook. I lay back and waited until I heard her snore, then eased out of bed and over to the door. Going down those stairs in nothing but my underpants didn't worry me as much as what I'd say to her brother in the den. I didn't know her brother. For that matter, I didn't know any other gays. Then, there he was, lying on a couch naked with another boy. Jenny didn't say anything about this other boy. But seeing me, this other boy sat up and reached for his jeans, he was leaving. "You're the guy my dorky sister snuck in, aintcha?" Jenny's brother asked, covering himself with a blanket. "You saw us?" He laughed. "There's not much I don't see. So, what are you doing here? Why aren't you upstairs getting it on with sis?" He knew in another second. I had a boner I couldn't hide. "Oh, I see," he said, grinning. "You come in with my sister to meet me. She told you all about me?" "W-Well, she said a few things." "She likes sleeping with her boyfriends, but she doesn't like me sleeping with mine. I think she's jealous because mine are better looking. But you're kinda cute." "Yeah, well . . ." "So, what can I do you for?" I didn't know where to begin. "Uh . . ."" "You'd better get back upstairs before she misses you. If she finds you here, we'll both catch hell." "Yeah." I turned then and left him. A year went by before I saw him again and it had to be at the Y. He was coming down the backstairs as I was sneaking up. He blasted me for not telling him I was gay. We could have had a good time, he said. "We could make up for that," he went on. "You want to come up to my room?" he asked. He took my arm and led me up to his room, thank God. I wouldn't have found the courage to go up on my own.