Gay Erotic Stories

In the early 80s, I was a teen actor working in television features and commercials. I had a bright future ahead as an actor, a lot of people said, and I believed them because I kept working. It never really occurred to me that interest in me might cool, but it not only cooled it developed a layer of ice. The bloom was off the rose, as they say. There was a new crop of teen talent getting the breaks. Somebody loved me---an older cousin at home who couldn't keep his eyes or hands off me. If I wanted to watch TV, he was there beside me with an arm around my shoulders. If I wanted to catch some sun out by the pool, he had to put oil on my back. If I was hungry, he had to fix me a sandwich. I wasn't sure how I felt about Scott's tender loving interest until I lost out on a really big role I wanted. Scott was there to console me, the only one there to console me, but lying next to me on my bed this time. "It's getting late," he whispered, sitting up, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. His shoes were off, then his socks. At that point I sat up on the opposite side of the bed and began undressing. I waited to see how much he would take off. When he got down to his underpants and shoved them down, I got rid of mine. "Oh, I knew it, I knew it!" he breathed excitedly seeing me naked and aroused, and then drew me into his arms. "You're shaking!" "Yeah," he said. "I've been dreaming about this moment for a long time." Then, he was kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, even my nipples. Raising up over me, he looked down at my cock stiff and bobbing, and sighed, "A very long time." And then he lowered his mouth to it. I was ready to come, I told him, and he sat up and began spitting into his right hand. "No, not yet. We haven't got to the main event yet." "What's that? "Let me show you," he said, and lifted my feet up to rest on his shoulders. "How long have you been dreaming about this?" I had to know. "From the moment I first saw you in a television commercial." "Why didn't you tell me?" "You were preoccupied with getting a career going. I figured . . .well, nevermind that. Let's concentrate on what we're doing now." I surprised him by reaching down and offering his erection an assist. That open-mouthed look of surprise got me through a lot of rejection over the next few months. Somebody wanted me. A gorgeous boy named Scott. He'd be waiting for me when I got home.