Gay Erotic Stories

Having the old carriage house behind my old house near the university has provided me with many wonderful interactions with students but never an Asian student until Harry. I have never had to advertise it because the next renter always hears by word of mouth about it and calls me. Eric was leaving for the summer and he had told Harry who called. I answered the phone and a voice with a slight Asian accent requested to talk to me about the carriage house. I arranged a time and Harry arrived on time riding on his bicycle. I was quite shocked because I had not seen a tall Asian man before and he stood around 6 feet 2 inches tall and displayed under his tee shirt and shirt and shorts a well-defined body with a particularly outstanding chest development. He was not talkative, but polite and used English almost formally. I had a good feeling about him and agreed to let him rent the carriage house for the summer after Eric left. Harry moved in and I rarely saw him. He seemed to be mouse-quiet and that suited me just fine. The last thing I wanted was some rowdy college boys drinking up Daddy's money and wrecking my old carriage house. I would see him leave on his bicycle and sometimes saw him return but we had almost zero contact. One evening as I was carrying some garbage to the pick up point, he rode in on his bicycle and we chatted for moment or two and politely, I inquired about his grad studies. He attempted to explain to my old brain what he was doing with computers and it left me completely since I have not one clue about that but obviously he understood the silly things. I invited him for supper and to my surprise, he accepted. He seemed to enjoy the meal and we talked politely about life in Taiwan and such and then I remembered that I had to pick up some towels in the pool house and excused myself briefly and went to get them. When I returned he was standing in my TV room beside the kitchen and was thumbing through my collection of male porn films. I went to the kitchen and was tidying up when he came back in and asked politely if he might borrow one he held in his hand. "Sure, Harry ... just remember to return it, please." He thanked me again for the meal and for the film and left for the carriage house. Two days later, I heard a tapping on my screen door and there stood Harry holding the film. I motioned him inside and he returned the film. "How did ya like that film, Harry? Then I nearly shit my undies when he said rather matter-of factly. 'I liked it... it made me shoot many times." That was NOT what I expected there quiet Harry to say. I managed to regain some composure and offered to loan him another one. He went to he TV room and picked out another one. Then I got bold and said, "Do you have a boyfriend, Harry?" He then told me he had one in Taiwan, but none in America. My reply was, " That wont last long, you are very handsome." He seemed shocked. The next night as I was heading for my car to run errands, he stepped out of the carriage house to return my film. I explained I would return in about an hour and he could bring it over then. Later, as I was putting away some items in the kitchen, he appeared at my screen door so I told him to come inside. The normally, non-talkative Harry stood there chatting about things in general...wow...he musta finally started talking, my mind thought. After I was done, he asked me a question, "Do you really think I am handsome?" "Sure, Harry, you are a very handsome man", was my reply. " Do you want to see my body?" Well, that one floored me...very unsuspected offer. " Sure...I would love to see your body." It was then that he pulled his tee shirt over his head giving my eyes a feast on his perfect chest and then he stepped out of his shorts and stood there nude except for the shoes. "Do you like my body?" Gulp.....yes...very nice body, Harry" I managed to mumble. "Do you want to touch me?" That question was answered in the affirmative and completed first in the kitchen and then in the bedroom many times that night. Harry later told me his boyfriend in Taiwan was a man my age and he had been very sad to leave him since they had been lovers since Harry was 15. Harry only slept in the carriage house for two nights that summer after that and the rest of the summer he slept in my bed. Harry turned out to be talkative, a prankster, a total exhibitionist and a great lover. He got a job offer for a salary that jaw-dropped me and left for the west coast. The last I heard of him, he had gotten transferred back to Taiwan and hopefully back to his lover. Any man that hot and that pleasant deserved the best.