Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Jordan Bentley. I am 57, 6'1", 180 pounds, blue eyes and a thick head of short cropped gray hair (a carryover from my military days). My body was still fit and trim.

I had not felt much interest in women, since my wife's death. Instead, I buried myself in my hobbies such as playing golf, working out at the gym, and my occasional diving trips. I lived in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, so I didn't have to go far to enjoy my outlets.

I had splurged and secured an ocean view stateroom with a private balcony. The cabin also sported a larger double bed, rather than the twin beds in many other cabins.

We sailed out of Miami, and spent the first evening and night slowly sailing down the coast. We were due to dock in Key West very early the next morning, where we would spend the day.

When dinner time arrived I was shown to my assigned table. I was seated with two other couples. Introductions were exchanged and we began to socialize.

The couple to my left looked to be about my age, maybe a little younger. The man's name was Gerald Townsend and he introduced his wife Betty. Betty was an attractive brunette with a pleasantly trim figure.

The other couple to my right were quite a bit younger, looking to be in their mid to late twenties I guessed. They introduced themselves as Mike Sanders and wife Julie. Mike was the typical jock with broad shoulders and tight waist. Julie was a real beauty. Long blonde hair that just curled over her shoulders, with a beautiful pair of tits spilling over the top of a low cut blouse.

Dinner was delicious and the conversation equally enjoyable. Gerald and Betty were from East Lansing, Michigan and both taught at Michigan State University. It only took about three sentences to figure out that Mike and Julie were from Texas, Fort Worth to be exact. Mike's father owned a large ranch just north of the city where he raised cattle and bred a line of thoroughbred horses. The two kids were involved in the business end of the ranch.

After dinner, we all went to the show in the main lounge and sat together. The show was a hilarious combination of comedians, and music and we thoroughly enjoyed it.

Calling it a night we all proceeded to our cabins. Gerald and Betty were two decks below me and more toward the stern. Mike and Julie, as you would expect with a very wealthy couple, had a large suite on one of the upper decks near the bow.

I wasn't sleepy, so I changed into shorts, sneakers and knit shirt and went out on deck to look around. I found a rather deserted section and leaned against the rail, watching the moon dance over the dark water.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see Gerald approaching. He stopped and said hello and leaned against the railing next to me. For a while we just stared in silence.

Finally, Gerald spoke up saying "I hope I'm not being too nosey, but I wanted to tell you how sorry Betty and I were to hear about your wife. How are you coping?"

"Oh, I'm slowly moving on" I replied. "For a while, I just felt dead inside."

"I can only imagine," Gerald said. "Have you found anyone to share your burden with?" You're a nice looking guy. I'm sure you would have no trouble finding some companionship."

I didn't read anything into his comments. I figured he was just making conversation. "No, I haven't really felt like female company," I stated. "I've tried to sorta isolate myself."

"Sounds like that doesn't leave you much time for any sexual relief; don't you get frustrated after a while without it?"

Now THAT caught my attention! What was Gerald getting at? I had never had any inclinations toward other guys since a few early experiences in high school and college. For some reason, I just blurted out "Well, I have gotten used to a five-fingered date when it gets too bad."

"Did you ever...you know....ever think about trying anything else? Something different?" Gerald's voice was almost a whisper, as he leaned in closer until our hips were touching. He was looking intently at me while he spoke, trying to gauge my reactions I guess.

I was beginning to get the hint. It had been a long time since a guy had hit on me. In spite of that, I felt a slight stirring in my groin. "I really haven't thought about something like that for a long time," I said in a slightly shaky voice. "Maybe I SHOULD start thinking about it!"

Gerald seemed to take that as a signal that I was open to suggestion. I felt him move even closer. After a quick glance to be sure we were still alone, his hand moved to my lower back. When I didn't react negatively, he slipped it down and squeezed my ass. "If you're interested in...ahhh...a little diversion, we could err...maybe go to your cabin for a nightcap?"

As he said this, his hand moved further down my ass almost between my legs. He leaned in and gently kissed the side of my neck. Shivers ran up and down my spine. I turned my head toward him to say something, and his lips closed over mine. I was shocked and didn't move at first, but as i felt his tongue slide across my lips, I opened my mouth, inviting him in. We held the kiss for a long time, until realizing where we were, and broke apart.

We were both breathing heavily. "What do you think Jordon? Want to let me release some of that pent up frustration?" His hand was now rubbing up and down my ass.

I had to take a deep breath before I could answer. "I think I would like that."

Without further words, we headed for my cabin.

Note: Part Two to follow