Gay Erotic Stories

Every gay guy wanted a 19-year-old because of his youth. Much of the time I went after young guys. Then I took another look at the older guy I left behind---Steve. He didn't seem to mind an enthusiastic klutz like me. He never laughed at me when I looked silly. I was always afraid of looking silly, always worried about how I'd look in my partner's eyes if I wasn't perfect as a lover. Steve was more relaxed about sex. That got me passed my inhibitions and allowed me to experiment. I didn't want to wait until I was 30 to learn everything about sex. Steve let me get wild, throw caution to the wind, and laughed with me. Maybe I wasn't as good at sucking cock as I wanted to be, but he didn't seem to mind being ministered to. Everything between Steve and I was sexual because the environment was relaxed. A gay friend and I recently went to dinner at a restaurant near Steve's place. He wouldn't even sit next to me because he was afraid people might stare. When I drove him home, he invited me in, settled beside me on his living room sofa, but wouldn't let me hold him for fear his mom might find a blond hair he couldn't explain. By that time, all I could think about was Steve and how much more relaxed he'd be in my arms. "I'm sorry I can't ask you to spend the night," this boy said. "Oh, don't be. I have to be going." Steve was waiting for me just like I knew he would be, "You're back early," he said. "I should never have left."