Gay Erotic Stories

THE WIND The wind arrives, unannounced, first noticed when a gentle nudging of nearby twigs breaks the silence. A tingle is sensed as a hurried whisper brushes across your shoulders and neck - so as not to intrude if your focus is intense, yet to entice if your grasp is more wavering then loyal. He pulls back in hesitance fanning only a few leaves, striving to conceal restless intensity. A second surging endeavor appears as an awkward and half-hearted flank attack - so much so as to draw a surprising upturn on the secluded side of your lips. Presuming approval by the absence of rebuke, his confidence swells in a dramatic swirling display, again invoking a refreshing diversion at the sight of this adolescent prancing. Impulsively releasing your lax hold on the drudge and the dreary burden, you rise, extending your hand, and bow in acceptance to the gallant invitation. The encircling inspiration draws a pirouette, then a tête-à-tête, then a merry-go-round ride that heightens your senses and embraces your spirit. The essence of life, the clamor of living, the wellspring of liveliness all mingle in a flurry of ethereal discord. Nimble droplets caress your flesh, flowing in concert to this exuberant waltz. He conducts the percussion, the brass, the strings, spurring the deepest ardor, compelling the most delicate, the most delicious energies to rise ...... The giddy consciousness swirls inside and out as the minstrel's subtle dismissal of each accompanying performer slowly retires the tumult until all that remains is the hypnotic metronome of moisture dripping off of the forest curtain. Much more at ease, alert to a new sense of aspiration strengthened by the duet of deep breaths and exhalation, you reclaim your discarded enterprise with purpose. And, as your solo pulse overcomes the ambiguous drip, drip, dripping you barely notice that the wind withdraws, unannounced.