Gay Erotic Stories

My first time was with a school chum on a beat-up old sofa in his garage. It was all crazy, wild, and wonderful, until I ejaculated. Then all I could think of was how fast I could get home. I didn't want to be anywhere near this guy ever again, I was certain. But when I got home, I was sorry I left him. It was the same way the second time we did it. Afterwards, I wanted nothing more to do with him or sex. It wasn't that I felt shame; I don't remember ever experiencing that. What we did was just something that . . . I just didn't feel good about afterwards. Twenty minutes later, however a different story. I had to hear another gay guy tell the same story before I took up with my school chum again. And he surprised me telling me his side of the story---he wasn't all that thrilled about keeping me around, either. "Every time I'm alone with you I start wrestling with my hormones and always lose," he said. "Ten minutes later, I wish you and I were a thousand miles away from you. I don't understand this. I don't understand how my feelings bounce one way and then another, but they do. Maybe I'm not supposed to understand. All I know for sure is that someday, I'm going to have to tell my parents about you, about us, and that scares me to death. Is there anything I can do to make things a little easier? Is there anything any gay guy can do to make his life a little easier?" Those are the $64,000 questions, aren't they?