Gay Erotic Stories

Ten minutes later, Roger was nervously fumbling with his keys as he tried to unlock the front door. Ted reached over and steadied his hand. The key went in, turned, and the door opened. A few seconds later they were inside and the door was shut behind them. “Want another beer?” asked Roger. “Sure, if you need one,” answered Ted. “Are you legal?” asked Roger. “I mean, I’m not contributing to the delinquency of a minor, or anything,” Roger said jokingly, but anxious for the reply which might help determine the course of the rest of the evening. “”I’ve been drinking beer since high school,” said Ted. “Before high school, even. At State U., I developed a taste for whisky: straight up, no ice. I’m in my second year, by the way. I’m going to be twenty this summer.” Roger breathed an audible sigh of relief. “No whisky tonight, I’m afraid,” he said leading the boy into the kitchen, “But I’ll put it on the top of my shopping list for tomorrow.” Ted took the beer and this time Roger took one, too. They moved into the living room. Roger drew the drapes, left there by the previous owner, plugged in and turned on one of the table lamps, and they sat down, Ted on the couch, Roger on the matching arm chair. “Want music?” asked Roger? “I think I can find the stereo and some CDs.” “Nah,” said Ted, “let’s just talk, and get to know each other better.” “So, tell me more about this dream,” said Roger, taking another sip of his beer. He was still unsure where everything was leading, and didn’t want to make a false move. What if he was wrong? He decided he had to let Ted take the lead. “It started just like this,” Ted said. “We were sitting here, in the living room, having beers, just like now. But you were sitting over here, on the couch, not way over there on that chair.” He patted the seat beside him and looked at Roger, waiting. Roger stood up, moved to the couch, and sat down. “Like this?” he asked. “Closer,” said Ted. “More like this.” Ted moved closer to Roger, and rested his knee against the older man’s. “And you had your hand about here,” he continued, taking Roger’s hand and placing it on his own thigh. Roger felt the heat of the boy’s muscular thigh, and his last bit of doubt faded. Lust took over. He slowly moved his hand up Ted’s thigh and, reaching the top, cupped the root of the boy’s semi-hard cock and his balls, giving a gentle squeeze. “Oh yeah,” Ted moaned. “You were doing that, alright. And I was doing this.” Ted leaned over and kissed Roger full on the lips. Surprised at first, Roger soon began to kiss back and found Ted’s tongue searching his mouth, grasping for his own tongue, which he freely gave. Ted’s hands pressed against his chest, hot fingers tracing light little circles around his hardened nipples. Roger moved his hand higher and felt the outline of Ted’s now rock-hard cock rising towards his stomach. He wanted desperately to feel skin, to feel Ted’s throbbing manhood in his hand. He reached for Ted’s belt buckle and opened it, then reached for his zipper and, finding it, began to pull it down. Ted lifted his hips and Roger drew the boy’s shorts down below his knees. Ted spread his legs and the shorts dropped to his ankles. Roger broke their kiss long enough to look down and see Ted’s raging hard-on pressing his white briefs out to form a love tent, but Ted pushed his lips back against Roger’s and he had to let his hands do the seeing for him. He reached down and followed the coarse hair growing down under the waistband of Ted’s briefs until he was rewarded with the first touch of the soft, silky foreskin that barely covered the head of Ted’s hot young rock hard-cock. Slipping his finger inside, he felt the moisture there as Ted groaned and leaned his body into Roger’s. “That feels so good,” Ted moaned. “You want me, don’t you? You want me bad! And I want you. But not here. Not in the living room. In my dream, we were in your bedroom. I want you to take me in your bed.” Roger reluctantly released Ted’s throbbing hard cock. Ted stood and pulled up his shorts, fastening the single button to keep them in place. The two men renewed their embrace, and moved towards the hall, stopping to kiss again at the foot of the stairs. “Got a rubber?” Ted asked, as he chewed on Roger’s earlobe. “Fuck, no,” said Roger. “I was married. I didn’t use them when I was screwing my wife and I haven’t had sex with anyone else, not for years.” Ted stopped and looked at Roger, questioningly. “She’s gone now,” Roger said simply. “Left me for another man.” “Her loss is my gain,” said Ted. “Ever fool around with other guys?” “No,” said Roger. “Never, not even in high school. You’re the first.” “Well, that’s alright then,” said Ted. “’Cause you’re my first, too. Leastways, the first without a rubber since high school, and the only boy I fucked around with back then was a virgin. You do want to fuck, don’t you? You do want to go all the way?” A shudder racked Roger’s body. “All the way, or stay home,” he said, reaching for Ted’s lips with his own to seal the bargain. Locked in that embrace, they continued to mount the stairs.