Gay Erotic Stories

I See You…

I see you, watching you, knowing you. You are an average guy, 5'10," 190, brn/grn, mustache/goatee and beautiful green eyes. You pride yourself on being able to talk to anyone; intelligent, knowing something about everything. You aren't the life of the party, but you are very sociable. I see you, watching you, knowing you. I feel like a stalker. You are fighting time, Chronus, the ancient Titan (God) of time you pray to, asking him to stop the ravages of aging. You ask him to please let you be what you weren't as a youth; young, hot, built, leaner, wanted by every man that sees you.

I see you, watching you, knowing you. You have some of the younger guys interested in you. You are in a relationship that means more to you than life. Your partner is attractive. You call him a kind soul. He puts up with your temper, your moodiness and your attitude. That's why you and I are best friends. I see you in me and me in you. I see you. I love to touch you. Your stories make me hot. You write about things that seem real to everyone who reads them. You write about youth, lust, beautiful men, good friends and great times. You tell me that your e-mail fans ask if there is any truth in your stories. I see you contemplating telling them what is real and what is fiction. I see you confronting some of the demons in your mind. Which young man gets your attention this day?

Is it the young Latin pharmacy tech at Publix in Brandon? Is the hot, young black jock that lives next door to you? Is it your straight friend just out of the navy that inspired some of your stories? Is it any of your friends that entice you with a different trait or characteristic different from one of the others? Is it the one with the hot legs and bubble butt? Is it one of the couples? The ones where you feel closer to one of the two but not both? You are very careful my friend, not to hurt anyone and not to hurt the love of your life. In the mean time you feel unfulfilled, unhappy and undone.

I see you telling me stories about people you meet at work, family and friends. I see you attempting to find yourself again. I see you needing an outlet. I am your best friend. I watch you reading the stories on the Internet that intrigue you. Your favorite sites are an addiction now; www.nifty.org, www.menonthenet.com, and any slash story sites that you can find. You rarely sleep. You surround yourself live on the net with people to talk with about everything.

I see you dreaming of meeting people. I see you dreaming of meeting people in secret and never completed. I see you looking in the mirror wondering whether to cut your hair or color your hair. I see you dreaming of a life of riches, without work, full of travel to exotic lands. I see you dreaming of men; all shapes, all colors, all cultures. I see you imagining men with strong muscular legs, bright eyes, brighter smiles and big cocks. I see you flirting. I see you sad. I see you delighted when someone flirts back. I see you upset with how you think your life is going.

I see you because I am your best friend. I see the dreams in your mind's eye. I see the fantasies that you envision. Your thoughts of hot men having hot sex; even in a day of danger are always there. You envision men with big dicks, sucking and fucking all day. You also dream of romance, of cuddling, of kissing and of a world that accepts everyone for everything.

I see each of your emotions, each of your sins, each of your wishes and each of your prayers. I lie with you in waking and I lie with you in your sleeping. I see you wondering what is at the end of it all. I see you wondering what's next. I see you every year, every month, every week, every day, and every hour. I see you because I am the muse that inspires you. I see you because I am the dream, the nightmare and the hope that you carry in your heart, mind and soul. I see you because you and I are one.