Gay Erotic Stories

I was sound asleep before eight'O clock that evening. Sometime later, the doorbell rang and got me up. I don't know who was more startled, the boy next door hearing me say I was in bed, or me hearing him say it was still early in the evening. "Could I borrow a few bucks?" he asked. "I'll pay you back tomorrow." I invited him in, gave him a five dollar bill, and told him to let himself out, I was going back to sleep. He let himself out and back in again. When I woke up the next morning, he was asleep beside me. I let him be, put on a pot of coffee, and headed for the bathroom to empty my bladder. He was about two steps behind me, then beside me at the toilet. When I stepped into the shower, he stepped in with me. "Good morning," he said, and raised his arms up around me and hung on until he was awake. It was a helluva way to find out that my friend next door was gay, let me tell you. He dropped his arms and began stroking his dick, staring at mine. Looking up at me for approval, I think, he pressed into me again and began kissing my neck. There wasn't any room for two guys to move, so he opened the glass door, stepped out, and reached for a towel. The towel was for my backside when I stepped out and then he was on his knees to take my dick into his mouth. I wasn't ready for a blow job in my bathroom and suggested we return to bed. Immediately, he went into my medicine cabinet. Out came a jar of Vaseline and I watched him lubricate his anus. "It's not time for bed yet," he said, turning around, and he bent forward over the sink. The mirror was there before him the whole time, but he kept looking around and asking me how close I was getting. "When you're ready," he said, "yell out. I like guys to let me know in a loud voice." I let him know in a loud voice when we were back upon the bed. Anyone around listening also heard him cry out his approval. "You know, there is such a thing as quiet romantic sex," I said, sitting up. "Yeah, but when you've got friends outside the window betting on you, you've got to let them know." He motioned for me to go over to the window. I did, and discovered he had opened it wide. I peeked through the curtains and saw in his backyard two guys watching the window. "Wave at them. I'll be collecting two bucks from each of them." "What?" "They didn't believe me when I told them I thought you were gay. I had to prove it to them." "Well, for crying---!!!" He laughed at my anger. "C'mon, get you jeans on. I want to introduce you."