Gay Erotic Stories

C'mon, it'll be interesting," my mom said as we boarded a boat to Catalina Island. But the only thing that interested me was a young man who sat where I couldn't see him easily. I got an eyeful when he left the boat ahead of mom and I. And I got a few words with him at a sidewalk newsstand where our moms stopped to buy film. He had been "dragged along," he complained wearily. "The place to be is the other side of the island," he said. "Quiet coves filled with seals and all kinds of birds. It's beautiful on the other side of the island." "Then let's go," I said. "Can't. Tourists aren't allowed on the other side." "Then what is there to see?" "Only what's listed here in our guides. Unless you know someone. Do you know anybody who lives on the island?" "No." "Neither do I." But somebody knew his mom. She got stopped a few minutes later by a elderly woman who treated her like a long lost friend. His mom introduced her as one of her teachers when she was in high school. "Where are you folks headed?" "Oh, we're just . . .checking the place out." "You have to join me at my place for lunch!" the old lady came back. "You live on the island?" "When I'm not aboard my boat!" My mouth dropped. So did my new friend's. "Maybe we'll see the other side of the island, after all," he whispered. The old lady lived above the bay, not very far from where we stood. It wasn't a fancy place like some other places we passed, but it was comfortable and had a pool. We never saw her boat, she never left her living room or stopped talking. When it started getting dark, it was too late to look for the boat. Then she decided she was going to take the four of us out to dinner. Billy, my new friend, asked if he could stay and enjoy the pool. "I've heard enough," he whispered. "Time to give my ears a rest." Our moms and the old lady were halfway out the front door before anyone thought to ask me if I wanted to go along. No, I told them, I'd stay with Billy. I'd almost forgotten there was a pool. Then I heard a call from Billy that startled me. He was at the pool naked and ready to take his first dive. I just stood there gaping at him. Probably with my mouth hanging open, too. I'd never looked twice at a naked boy at school out of fear of what others might think. What I saw now made me shiver and turn away. I felt like a peeping Tom. He smiled at my embarrassment and it didn't even register. Until he raised up out of the water. His dick was stiff and pointing almost straight up. The boner in my jeans was almost that and making a bulge I was sure he could see. "We won't have much time," he called. "M-much t-time for wh-what?" "To do what we want to do." My attempt to calm my nerves didn't work. "And wh-what is th-that?" I caught a smile and then he stood up. "We'll talk about that inside," he said, and walked passed me on into the house. He stopped for his clothes, then entered a bedroom. Dropping his clothes in a chair, he turned, faced me with a smile, and asked if he could help me undress. I don't think I'd ever known more excitement in my life. My hands tore at my clothes, I didn't need his help in getting them off. If I never saw him again or anyone like him, I wanted this moment to be one I'd remember all the rest of my life. And then we were on a bed, pressed together, with his hands, his strong hands, gripping my bare behind. I wanted him to let go, allow me to feast on the sight of our bodies together so that when I was home alone I could imagine him clearly. He let go of me to reach for my erction. "Ohhhh, baby," he sighed. You're too hot. You want to fuck me?" He was over on his stomach before I could comprehend the question. Then, I was staring at my erection and how close he put his ass to it. I'd never seen such a gorgeous ass. He reached around, took my erection, and . . . well, put it in him. He grimaced, moaned, and gripped the bedspread beneath him, but it was, "Ohhh, don't stop, don't hold back!" And then he raised to his elbows. I didn't hold back. I couldn't. We were dressed and half-asleep when the old lady returned with our moms. "I don't think you're going to find a boat that will get you back to the mainland," she said. "Not this late. So why don't the four of you stay the night? There's a room for each of you girls, and we'll put the boys together in a third room. They won't mind sharing a bed for one night, I'm sure." I looked over at Billy. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. "No, we won't mind a bit," I heard him reply.