Gay Erotic Stories

The Short Way Home, Part V Falling backwards across my bed, I pulled him on top of me. "Oh, god," he moaned, feeling my hands move over his buns. I didn't expect that to open floodgates to a lot of suppressed feelings, but it did and I had to listen to him try to articulate them. "Let's not talk anymore right now, okay?" I asked, and reached down between us for his dick. He raised up and watched in open-mouthed amazement as I raised my legs and urged him forward. I brought his dick to my anus and he just stared. I laughed giddily, I remember, and his face flushed with embarrassment. "You want me, don't you?" I asked. He wanted me. He bucked and fucked and moaned until he reached an orgasm that made him cry out. He enjoyed himself tremendously and wanted more action. He was utterly fantastic. He really was. His pounding had me staring in open-mouthed amazement. After a short rest, we showered and went to the kitchen for something to fill our stomachs. "You got any plans for this evening?" he asked. "I could come back, if it's okay." "My folks will be home.' "Then why don't you come over to my place? My folks won't get in till late. I'll leave the backdoor open for you." I got to his place a few minutes after seven, called to him before entering the backdoor but got no answer. I found him in his room naked on his bed, his face in a pillow. He was waiting for me. He watched me undress, gasped at the sight my dick straining against my briefs, then put his face back into his pillow and spread his legs.