Gay Erotic Stories

A yapping of a dog woke Jack and I from a nap at his pool one afternoon. Jack got up to ease over to his back gate and discovered a peeping Tom, a boy from the neighborhood holding a little dog in his arms. As soon as Jack opened the gate to speak to the boy, the dog was through the gate and in my face. Jack allowed the boy to come in after the dog and see we were naked. He looked to be about 17 or 18 and was awfully cute. He picked the dog up in his arms, followed Jack into the house, and I went back to sleep. The boy was there alone the next morning when I came in from work. Jack fixed him some breakfast, then went off to work, he said. I gave him a sleepy nod, I think, then excused myself and went to bed. He was seated on the bed when I woke up around noon. "What time are you going to get up?" he asked. "I worked all night," I told him. "I don't want to get up until I have to." "But it's the middle of the day?" he protested. "Let me sleep, please?" I pleaded, turning my back. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me pressing his nakedness against my backside. "Oh, you feel so good to me," he whispered, then sat up and began rubbing my back. Soon his knees were between mine and spreading them. "Ohmygod," I heard him breathe excitedly, and then . . . Jack's car pulled into the driveway. Off the bed and into the bathroom the boy went like a shot. "Your timing was a little off," I said to Jack in the kitchen. "What do you mean?" "Your friend was all set to fuck me and you spoiled it." "He asked me if it would be okay to try." "And you told him it would be okay?" "Sure, why not?" "Why not indeed?" I wondered, and returned to the bedroom to find the boy asleep. Jack came in, stripped, and we had the boy between us. We were both ready when the boy opened his eyes. He sat up, gazed at Jack, then at me. "Decisions, decisions!" he exclaimed, stroking his dick.