Gay Erotic Stories

Here is a street. It is long, and dark, and winding. There are trees at the side, but nothing special, nothing people actually stop and look at. At the end of the street there was a house. It was big, like a mansion. It was big and dark, and fit the mood perfectly. The only thing that slightly spoiled the effect was a WELCOME mat by the front door and a picture on the window. But aside from that, it was a dark house. To Whom it may concern: You have been invited to a special party. There is a map on the other side of the page. The party starts at 8:00 Saturday night, on the 19th of July. Your host, Ivonna Lance Bass sat on a red couch in the corner of a large room, by a window. He was slightly confused, as there was no one there he knew. He was the only member of N'SYNYC invited, and the Backstreet Boys weren't there, along with a handful of others, namely Britney Spears, Christina Agulera, Eminem, Kid Rock, and anyone else. He was kind of grinning out the window, looking for at least one girl who would run around screaming, but no one was outside. He seemed to be one of the youngest guests here. There were a lot of older people, some which he couldn't recognize, some which he could. He sipped his wine, thoughtfully, and then stood up to look for someone to talk to. Ivonna combed her long, red hair. She was Russian, and young, and beautiful. She was the hostess. Everyone knew who she was. Everyone. Well, everyone famous, anyway. She put down her comb, and pressed a button on an intercom. "Roger?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am," came the reply. "Be a dear and fetch Miss Stewart. We must talk awhile." Lance was standing by a large table, feeling less confused. He had let the fact that this wasn't an ordinary get to him, and he had accepted it. He was feeling more and more sociable as the evening went on, but he noticed that the party guests got fewer and fewer as time went on. He wondered why. A butler came up to him. "Mister Bass?" he asked. Lance nodded. "Come with me." "Where are we going?" Lance asked. "The mistress wishes to see you now." Lance followed the butler to a door, which was open. "Please step inside." Lance did so, and then the door shut behind him. "How nice to finally meet you, Mister Bass," a woman said, standing up. She had long, red hair, and was wearing a green dress with gloves. "Who are you?" Lance asked. "My name is Ivonna." "Ivonna what?" Ivonna shrugged one shoulder. "Just Ivonna. Nothing else." "Why am I here?" Lance asked. "To meet people. To mingle. To Have fun." "But I don't know anyone else here!" "Even more of a reason for you to mingle. Now run along, I must speak with Mister Peck." "What about me?" Lance asked, but Ivonna was ignoring him. Lance walked through a side door to get out. He opened it, and to his surprise, he saw a huge ballroom, with a buffet table, filled with people, at least 100. "You look shocked." said a voice behind him. Lance turned around, and saw Skeet Ulrich, coming up to him. "I've never been to a place like this before, so it kind of surprised me." "You get used to it after a while." "I thought there was no one here my age." "There are, but most have flocked towards the free bar." "Where?" Lance asked, turning around to look. "Come on, I'll show you." A few hours later, Lance was still at the bar. That seemed like the only thing to do there. He was with Skeet, who seemed like a nice person. "Hey Lance, you want to get out of here?" Skeet asked. Lance was to drunk to ask questions, so he nodded, and followed Skeet out. They came to his car, which was parked near the entrance. They got in, and Skeet drove to his house. Once there, they went inside. Lance waited in the living room, and Skeet went and got some drinks. For the rest of the night, they drunk and got to know each other. Lance opened his eyes. He had a splitting headache, and he was wearing the tux he had on the night before. He was on someone's couch, with a blanket over him. He sat up, feeling confused about where he was. "Looks like someone finally woke up." Lance turned to look at Skeet, who was wearing only a pair of brown pajama bottoms. "What time is it?" Lance asked. Skeet looked at his watch. "About noon." "It's noon?" "Don't feel to bad, I only just woke up myself." "oh." "Are you hungry? I could make lunch." "Okay." Lance followed Skeet into the kitchen, where he began making sandwiches. When he was done, they both ate. "I think I had better be going." Lance said. "Why? What do you have to do?" "Nothing... But I want to get out of this suit." Skeet laughed. "You can walk around in your underwear, I don't mind." "What?" "Walk around in your underwear. Look what I'm dressed like. I'm not expecting visitors, and I was going to stay at home all day watching movies." Lance stripped down to his underwear, and he kept on a white T-shirt he was wearing under his tux. For the rest of the day, the guys watched movies. They were mildly entertaining, and they were enjoyed. When they finally turned off the TV at midnight, they stayed up talking to each other. "Why do you never take your shirt off?" Skeet asked. "What do you mean?" "Well, you're the only boy in any boy band who doesn't take off his shirt." "So? Being shirtless makes me feel uncomfortable." "Is someone scared?" "I'm not!" "You are." "Alright then," Lance said, pulling off his shirt. "I'm glad you're so brave," Skeet said, placing his hand on Lance's shoulder. Lance like Skeet's touch on his shoulder. He felt a chill through his body, which made him feel giddy and out of control. Skeet didn't move his hand. He was watching Lance. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing," Lance replied. "Oh," Skeet said, and then let his arm drop, brushing against Lance's nipple. Lance was shocked at the change that was happening to him. He was being turned on by a guy. "I know what's happening." Skeet said. "You do?" Lance asked. "Yeah. Let me show you." Skeet said. Skeet brought his mouth up to Lance's, and slowly kissed him. Lance was surprised at first, but then he realized that he liked the feel of this man's lips, and he started to kiss back. Before long, it was a long, tongue moving affair, with Lance and Skeet moving their hands up and down each others backs, moaning. Skeet pulled away. He began to lick down Lance's chest, and he came to his nipples, which he slowly nibbled. Lance moaned even louder, and Skeet moved his head down lower, to Lance's underwear, which he pulled down, letting Lance's 6" pop out. Skeet ran his tongue down Lance's shaft, and then he took the whole thing in his mouth. While he was doing this, he grabbed Lance's ball's and started rubbing them. Lance moaned really loudly, and suddenly started shouting. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Skeet smiled, and then Lance came in his mouth. Skeet tasted Lance's boyjuice, and loved how sweet it was. He went up and kissed Lance. Lance could still taste his cum on Skeet's mouth, which tasted good to him. "Let me do that to you." Lance whispered. "No, I know something better you can do." "What?" "Lie on your stomach. Lance did as he was told, and then he felt Skeet's tongue in his asshole. While he enjoyed the pleasure, he felt Skeet's rock-hard man-meat rub against him, and then suddenly, painfully, Skeet was inside. Lance cried out because of the pain, but after a little bit, he got used to and started enjoying Skeet's cock up his ass. Skeet ran up and down, pounding against Lance's prostate. Then he felt a familiar sensation in his balls. He grabbed onto Lance's penis, which he held as he came into Lance's butt. When this happened, Lance moaned, and Skeet turned and started kissing Lance, and Lance kissed back. They spent that night together, and the next, and the next, and the next. And all day as well. They didn't even need clothes.