Gay Erotic Stories

"Kid, you've got the hottest ass I've ever seen." When you're eighteen and gay, hearing a compliment like that one can make your day. But when it comes from a senior class president everyone says is a jock, you have to wonder. I was just coming out of the locker room showers when he said that to me. He was a guy who was always talking to some girl when I ran into him. He lived in a coed dorm, I knew, and coached a girl's softball team once upon a time. So why were his eyes on my ass? He was in the locker room the following day when I came in to shower. This time he crossed the room to say "hi" and watch me shower. "So, will you be there?" he asked me when I turned off the water. "What?" "Will you be at my birthday party? I sent you an invitation." "You did?" "Yeah. You didn't get it?" It was on my desk when I got back to my dorm room. His name was Jack, he was celebrating his nineteenth birthday, and serving cold beer at his parents' home Saturday at two. Bring presents, the invitation said. "I barely know this guy," I told my roomie. "I can't show up at his home." "Well, he asked me to remind you about the party." "He did?" Yeah. You gonna go?" "No." "A party's a party. That means free food." And a lot of gorgeous guys and girls walking around. Jack was shirtless when he met me at the door. I felt my face redden when he put an arm around me to lead me to the food. "C'mon, I'll show you the pool." But he walked me right passed the pool to a small guest house. Inside, he had a big collection of CDs and videos to show me. "Now if you get drunk, here's a place you can sleep it off," he said on the way out. When I found I had to stand in line to use the bathroom, I beat it back to the guest house in a hurry. And stayed there just to be away from the others. Jack came in, found me asleep in a chair, and made me move over to the bed. "I'll be back to check on you," he said. He came back, removed all my clothes, and got into bed with me. I don't know how long it took me to wake up, but he was there beside me waiting. The bed creaked when I turned over and stretched. It was the only noise I heard. "Where are the others? "They went home," Jack said. "What time is it?" "A little after six," he said, and he raised up and repositioned me over on my stomach. "It can't be that late." "Look at the windows. It's getting dark outside." Jack settled himself on top of me, raised up to push his dick into me, and . . . "Your image, your reputation, are just an act," I said. "You're just like me." He didn't answer right away, he was busy. "My parents paid my tuition, paid for my books, paid for everything. Every month I get a check to cover my expenses. All they want in return is a son they can brag about. Don't your parents want the same thing?" "Yeah." "Then I won't tell if you won't." Some days later, Jack introduced me to his parents. His dad took me aside to ask how Jack was doing. "Fine," I told him. "Well, I worry about him, you know. He's always been a little too interested in girls to be much of a student. I just want my son to be on top of everything, that's all." "Sir, you'd be very surprised to hear what he's on top of nowadays."