Gay Erotic Stories

My big fear was losing this boy and then going back to the way I was. "There's no danger of that if you keep pleasing me," he said. Still, it was hard not to worry. Worry was my curse in life and I didn't know where to begin to stop. He didn't show up on time the following night. After despairing that I might not ever see him again, he finally showed up. His concern, as if in tune to my worry, snapped to attention and he took me into his arms. I shivered and thrilled to every movement of his hands, desire roaring through every part of me. He led me to the sofa in the den, knowingly, and began undressing. As I lifted off my T-shirt, he drank me in, and began a slow dance against the sofa. "Look at him!" I thought, exhilarated. He pushed his underpants down, stepped back once, and kicked them aside. His erection stood almost straight up and my right hand reached for it. But he danced around behind me. He took my underpants down for me, gripped my hips, and drew me backwards against his erection. A kiss on the back of my neck touched a spot that set off fireworks. His lips trailed a path down my back to the crack of my ass and then into the tight opening. I lost all control when his hands reached my shoulders. He urged me forward over the back of the sofa, pushed his erection into me, and split me in two. Not with his whole seven or eight inches, but almost, and he rubbed my back with his chest. I moved to his wishes, met every thrust, until I felt him shoot. Noises were coming from outside. I couldn't see a clock, but I knew my mom would be coming home from work soon. "Time for bed," I said. On my bed, he accepted all I had to give. I watched my inches of dick move in and out of him until I was near. "I'm just about there," I told him. "If you could just see the look on your face," he laughed. "Oh, I love you. I really do." "Yeah, sure," I grunted. "There you go again, doubting me, always worrying. We're going to stay right here until you stop worrying." "Promise?"