Gay Erotic Stories

i open my eyes and look out into the dark of the bedroom. i don’t think i have been asleep. maybe i have been. i had been drifting, trying. as the few seconds pass i separate the blocks of black and grey, identifying them. those long lines are the curtains, that square is the chest, the silver whisper is the mirror. their blurred edges and indistinct borders blend the dark and less-dark. off, through the doorway, it is harder to distinguish. i try to remember what can be seen through there. the hallway, the other bedroom on the other side. i don’t think anything is moving. what time is it? i don’t want to know. if i know it is three or four, i will stay awake for the rest of the night, whether i want to or not. if i don’t know at all, there’s a better chance of my falling into sleep. this happens. i wake up, or find myself becoming more awake if i have been hazing away, and lie here. i’m not anxious. or depressed. i’m just awake. here. i don’t always think of danny when this happens. but sometimes it seems that he’s the first thought on my mind. i figure it’s because he wants to be. it’s been over a year. he hasn’t left. he’s here now. during the daytime, i find myself thinking about him in unexpected ways. i don’t think about the big things, but about incidents. i can be in the grocery store, standing in front of the peaches, and i remember him trying to show me how to find the good ones. i think about us driving in the car somewhere. i think about him sitting in the kitchen, in a chair in front of the window, while i shave his head. or i’m listening to an old tape and then, unexpectedly, there’s patti labelle singing ‘i can’t complain’ and i see him coming on stage, and i remember how he always did that with such pride and dignity. sometimes i start crying and sometimes i don’t. it depends. sometimes, if i’m outside and it’s daytime, i look up at the sky and notice what shade of blue it is that day and compare it to the color of his eyes. i can’t see that at night. when i’m lying in bed alone at night, unanchored by sight, there are other memories. random thoughts, stray feelings. floating. i don’t feel tense. i don’t know. i feel . . . i roll onto my back. i put my hands under the sheets. why do i do that at night when i think of him? i take my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. “danny?” are you there? i think about the apartment we had before this one. it was on the second floor and the bedroom faced the east and when the sun would come up in the morning you would burrow your face into the back of my neck because it was always too bright for you. i would shift and feel your hard cock up against my butt. i would shift again, pushing. to feel you down there. to let you know that i was ready. i would do this for a few minutes and then without a word you would reach down to your side of the bed and get the lube and the rubber and i would be lying there, waiting, until your fingers touched me and then you would be inside me. you knew that once the head was in, you could just shove. you knew i liked that. i would gasp and push my butt back and you would fuck me. i roll my cock around in my hand, feeling it get harder. my mind skips, running. i think about one time when we had just gotten home from somewhere, i don’t remember where. we started kissing in the hall and suddenly we were all over each other. our shirts fell off our shoulders and our pants were down around our ankles and your dick was pressing, so hard, against my belly. i think about your cock. it was thick and long. you used to say that mine was prettier, and it was, but yours was fierce and forceful and intense. like you. i think about something you had told me. something that had happened before i met you. you had stayed late at a bar. when the bar closed and you left to go out to your car there were two guys who had been in the bar earlier. they were not regulars. they said they were straight. in any case, you went into the back of a van with them. you told me that you had blown them, and then they had fucked you. i spit on my hand and rub it over my dick. i think about you. picturing how it looked while you had blown one, then the other. each of them stroking his own hard cock while you went back and forth, back and forth. imagining what words they had said before they guided you onto your hands and knees and one of them had slid his cock up your ass. how the other one had watched while you took it. or had he gone around and put his cock in your mouth. i picture you getting fucked in the ass while you suck another guy off. my danny. back off. back off. not yet. i use my legs and feet to work the blanket and sheet down off my body. the cold air of the bedroom moves over me. my skin tingles and the soft hairs rise, lifting off me. start again. i think about the two guys and you climbing into the back of the van. i think about how the guys pulled their soft cocks out and held them for you. i see you crawling forward to take one in your mouth. i watch it grow until it’s hard. i see your mouth tighten around it, holding the hard cock in his mouth as your head goes up and down. how your hand reaches over to the other guy’s dick and holds it. until your mouth follows your hand and you start to suck the other cock. back and forth. one of them says something. i see you pulling your pants down and turning around, presenting your ass to them. i see one of the guys getting on his knees and putting his cock up against your ass. pushing in. fucking my danny’s ass. i know the look you get on your face when i do . . . did . . . i hold onto my cock. it’s so hard now. more. come on, danny. one of them rolls you over onto your back. your legs go up and the other one takes over. taking your ass some more. that sweet pretty ass of yours. they do you. i watch. i watch. i watch you and i imagine i’m you. they’re doing me. watch me. i’m watching you. watch me. i’m taking it. he’s in my ass and i’m taking it. now i’m sucking the other guy. then he moves behind and takes my ass too. are you watching me. i took your place. they’re doing me now and you’re watching. i’m going into the van. they pull their cocks out and hold them there for me. i crawl forward and take one into my mouth. i suck on it until it get hard. i move over and suck on the other cock. i go back and forth, back and forth. they turn me around. i feel a cock going into my ass. i’m getting fucked while the other guy comes around and puts his cock in my mouth. i’m so hungry, danny. are you hungry too? they fuck me and fuck me. they come. one of them pulls his cock out of my ass and shoots off over me. and the other one fucks me some more until he does the same to me and to you. and they do it on your face and my face. i think about their loads, two loads of cum, on my face, your face, now you’re getting ready to come, i’m getting ready to come. wait. not yet, honey. i want more. i want it to last. i spit on my hand again. a lot. when i put it down around my dick, there’s so much wetness that it feels like a mouth. i think about your mouth on me, down there. i remember what it was like to lie in bed and watch while you worked me over. the heat of your mouth on my cock. the tightness. the way you would concentrate while i held your head and moved my cock up into your mouth. i close my eyes and think about that. it’s your mouth on my cock. it’s your tongue going around the shaft. it’s your mouth sucking me and sucking me. i think about turning you around. i think about your thick long cock hanging over my face. i think about how i would pull it into my mouth and take it. how i reach up and put my hands on your ass and push you further down into me, until you are all the way down my throat and your balls are on my face. i try to keep from choking as i hold you inside my throat and you’re sucking me and sucking me. wait. i’m almost there. just a little more. please. in the hall, you’re naked and i am too. i’m on my knees in front of you and you have your hands on your hips and you’re sticking your cock out into the air to me and i’m taking it into my mouth and i’m sucking it and sucking it. i think about how big it is and how thick it is and how you’re giving it to me and i’m jerking on myself while i’m sucking you and i look up at you and you’re smiling down at me and you puts your hands on my head, your fingers in my hair, and your cock is in my mouth and i’m choking, i can’t breathe, i keep sucking and i keep jerking on my cock and i think about my mouth around your cock, and how you fill me up. you fill me up, you’re inside me now, coming into me, and i’m coming now. again and again. i squeeze my cock and work it to try to keep doing it. please. one more time. do you see me. are you watching me. i still want more. i open my eyes. it’s dark. “danny?” nothing. i quickly pull the covers up over myself. i wrap my arms around my pillow and bury my face there. there’s a wetness on me turning cold and i want to leave it on me. i want my cum to spread across my body and soak into the black sheets, leaving a translucent haze, a pale faintly glistening cloud that i can see tomorrow. . comments on this or my other stories to maxsprouse@earthlink.net