Gay Erotic Stories

The Short Way Home, Part II Lying on my stomach, I watched him open a tube of KY and lubricate his excitement flush up against his lower belly. He watched me, smiling, pleased that I was there accepting and seemingly eager for sex. Why would I not be? He was definitely good looking, and very open and up front with me about everything. Why would I hold back now? Even if I couldn't say the words, my trembling let him know I wanted this. At last, he was on the bed beside me, a greasy finger penetrating me. I reached back to guide his dick, and as thick as it was it slid into me easily. He fell over me on his hands and then we were into it. He pushed himself deep into me and then gave me his full weight. Licking my left ear, he whispered, "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this with you? Do you have any idea?" I almost laughed. When we met, I was afraid to hang around, afraid I'd perpetuate the bad boy image I had in the neighborhood after a night of drinking got me arrested. I went back because I never felt threatened by him. I never felt threatened by anyone who was open and honest with me. And then he had the courage to stand there at his frontdoor naked with a boner. "I want you in bed with me," he said. "I want that, too," I decided. We wound up spending a lot of time in bed together. I found someone who didn't see me as having a lot of flaws. Whatever it was I had, I'm glad it was enough to attract someone like my neighbor.