Gay Erotic Stories

The Short Way Home, Part IV One afternoon, somebody climbed over my back fence---a classmate at school. Just in time to catch me naked at my mother's washer-dryer machine in the garage. He went into shock. There was a big difference between how he thought he'd find me at home and how I really was most of the time. The fact that the closet door stood wide open added to the excitement. A towel was there for me to wrap around my waist, but I didn't reach for it. The washer-dryer could have hidden me, but I didn't move a step. I continued putting dirty clothes in the machine. "Hold this for me?" I asked, handing him an empty clothes basket. Our fingers touched when he took the basket and I looked into the eyes of a young man wrestling with a question. I watched him work things out in his head until he realized I was the same guy as before, then we talked. But his eyes never left my bare behind. I led the way to the backdoor of the house, then to my bedroom. "Want to help me put new sheets on the bed?" I asked. I faced him now and his eyes were on my dick. I left him to smooth out the sheets while I went after my mom's vacuum cleaner. "I'll run it," he volunteered. When I got back to him, he had stripped down to his underpants. "It's warm in here!" he shouted over the noise of the vacuum cleaner, and I got a boner. Quickly, I ducked into the adjoining bathroom. In another minute, he was out of his underpants. He found the pleasure of going naked irresistible, he said. Somewhere between the bedroom and my shower he picked up some doubts. He joined me in the shower, but kept his back to me. He was the same way at school on the tennis courts---he waited for someone to tell him it was okay to play. In my shower, it was okay for him to play. Oh, yeah.