Gay Erotic Stories

"Yeah man, I am going to come over tonight. I'm bringin' the comics bru' so don't rent any video games." "Okay," I said softly, the way I always spoke when I talked to Jared. I hung up the phone, smiling still, dashing into my room to do his bidding and tell my mom not to pick up a video game. "So he is coming over?" she asked. "Positive," I said happily. Jerad had to real idea I was gay, but I had known since the age of 10, five years previous, that I was gay, and most definitely one to be the female of the relationship. I brushed my hair, getting ready for Jerad's arrival, and put of all my decently worn-out clothes on; baggy khaki pants, a faded green shirt, and a shroom necklace. I threw cd's and drawn on paper all over the room, making it looked disorderly. Not only was Jerad straight, but rather untidy as well. Plopping down on the bed, I closed my eyes, imagining about one summer ago. Jerad had stayed over, and had to take a shower. He came out of the bathroom without a towel, and acted like it was no big deal. I pretended not to notice and continue playing the racing game, but the car just crashed. *knock. Knock. Knock.* I opened my eyes and awoke from my trance, shaking the thought of Jerad, wet and without clothing from my mind. I opened the door, to see Jerad, 5'9'' in height, blonde hair down to his shoulders, and about 116 pounds. He had on a baggy shirt and jeans, not letting me see his build and muscular chest. The night progressed, and we read through his endless comic book collection, I hid my attraction as best a man can (or an 18 year old can as it was at the time). Finally the clock donned 12 am, dark as hell outside and time to make it in the living room to lay on the couch. We reclined on opposite ends, me getting comfortable and warm and about to try and go to sleep. "Ha ha ha ha ha..." Jerad laughed, making me look up and see him tickling my feet playfully. I laughed, wiggling them around in happiness. "Oh my God, does he feel the same?" I asked myself, deciding on "Hell no," after I remembered his girlfriend(s). "Your eyes are beautiful," he said, throwing his hand over his mouth as if he had slipped. "Shit," he said in a muffled voice. He looked at me, realizing the joy that filled my face when he said it. he slid up the couch, over to my side, and kissed me. I didn't move, I didn't do anything, I just let him kiss me. Ideas ran through my mind. "My best friend?" "I've known him since I was 2!" "Am I a freak!?" "God I love this!" Jerad caressed my hair, looking at my face and staring into my eyes. "Damien, I love you so much... I..." "But you're so manly. You like girls--" "No I don't. Never have. I am manly, that much is true. You're feminine. I am just..." He stopped talking, pulling me closer and kissed me, burying his tongue between my lips and mentally bidding I do the same. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back as he pulled me even closer and pulled off the baggy shirt, showing me his rock hard abs and kissing my neck and the top of my chest. It went on this way for a long time, we kissed, and the like, and then rather unexpectedly he slid into me, nibbling on my ear to dull the pain. I breathed with great heavy feeling, him pulling me closer to him every time he went in and relaxing me when he pulled out. "Don't say a word... just let me love you..." I abided easily, kissing him and moaning in delight. "Stop, my parents will wake up.." "Shhh... let me love you Damien..." he said, biting my ear again and then kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth like before. After a while he stopped, laying at my side and holding me in his strong arms. "How long have you felt like this?" I asked. "Since two years ago." "Really?" "Yeah... you were sitting on the couch with your knees next to your chest giggling. It was so cute. I wanted you so much. I realized the feeling was love..." Smiling, we fell asleep, me feeling warm inside his masculine arms and his hot body against mine. We haven't told a soul... except you. You won't tell anyone though, right??