Gay Erotic Stories

The Short Way Home, Part III What pleased him the most, he said, was seeing how eager I was for sex. "But sex should always be your idea, not someone else's," he said. "You should always be the initiator, the one who takes control. You'll feel less vulnerable and have more confidence the next time." He loved sex every bit as much as I did, but never pressured me to keep coming back for more. He refused to telephone me. He even refused to lead me into the bedroom. The first time I led him gave me the father of all boners. It showed him how much I enjoyed being with him and wanted to make the most of our time together. I turned him over on his stomach and fucked him. I fucked him standing up. He loved it at the window, he said, the possibility of someone seeing us added to the fun. Now I wanted to do everything. I felt wild and free. I didn't care if someone did see us. Most guys are hung up on their bodies at an age when they're looking their best. Usually, all they see is disappointment. Focusing on the excitement of my handsome lover helped me avoid that habit. He didn't see any flaws when he was blowing me. He didn't think I was too fat or too thin, too short or too tall, when he held me in his arms. Consequently, I didn't carry around a lot of the insecurity or doubt other guys had. And they noticed and questioned me about it. "Find yourself a gay friend," was the advice I gave them. But, of course, they only winced.