Gay Erotic Stories

The Short Way Home It had been a long and miserable day at school and I wasn't looking forward to a long walk home. Climbing a few fences would cut the time in half if I didn't get stopped by an irate homeowner, I knew. An approaching police car was all the motivation I needed to turn into a driveway and make a running leap up onto the first fence and over. The next couple of fences weren't any problem, either. It was when I dropped over into the fourth backyard that I got stopped. Cold. On a plastic mattress next to a tear-shaped pool was a young man sunbathing in the nude. He heard me drop, looked around, and seeing me raised to his elbows and grinned. He grinned! like he was happy to see me! "Hi," he said. That was all he said until I stood over him, then he pointed to a chair and invited me to sit. "I was hoping someone would drop in on me." Very funny, I thought. "You look like you could use a cold drink," he said, rising. "No, I've got to be getting home." "You're not going to let me be a good host?" "Well, I-I have to be getting home." I left the chair and went through his back gate to reach his driveway. I had three good reasons to stay---he was good looking, he wanted me to stay, and I was gay. But, of course, I didn't think about those things until later. I lived just down the block and could see his driveway. I sat out on my front porch watching his driveway, waiting for I don't know what to happen. A car pulled into his driveway. A tall young man got out and stood at the frontdoor until he was let in and he never came back out. His car was still in the driveway the next morning. At school the next day, I had a plan to do exactly what I did the day before---go over the same fences until I reached that guy's backyard. I didn't even make it over the first fence, I got caught by a grandmother who threatened to call the police. I ended up taking a very slow walk passed the guy's house hoping he'd see me. He didn't, so I turned around and walked back. After a half dozen passes in front of his house he saw me and called to me. "C'mon in," he said, and stepped back from his screendoor. He was naked. "I was just going out to the pool. You want to join me?" "Okay." He led me to his kitchen, got me a cold beer from his fridge, and while I drank it helped me get my T-shirt up and off. "Tell me something?" he asked, unfastening my jeans. "Why didn't you just knock on my frontdoor? You didn't have to wait for me to notice you out there." I wondered about that myself when he got me onto his bed.