Gay Erotic Stories

I have always loved the water. As a kid I eagerly awaited summer vacation so that I could spend July and August at our cottage overlooking the ocean. It was a perfect setting, secluded, with a deck providing a panoramic view of the ever-changing ocean. Even after I graduated from university, I treasured the time spent at the cottage, those leisurely filled days soaking in the sun, the water, the quiet! I loved the solitude, those uncluttered days with nothing to do but swimming, boating, sun bathing, and fantasizing. Rarely did anyone walk the beach in front of the cottage. There were infrequent privacy invasions when nearby cottagers would canoe or motorboat past, but the deck itself was totally private.

During my last years in high school, I had noticed a guy from one of the neighbouring cottages. Todd was blond, always tanned, with an athletic build. He had the most amazing blue eyes that seem to penetrate into all he observed. He was inevitably in the the company of a bikini clad gal who obviously knew what a catch she had made. He was the only guy at my summer retreat that had ever caught my eye, but he was not worth more than a brief moment of drooling - he was unavailable.

At the age of 25, I had come to realize that I had a fixation on guys, but except for a few brief encounters, my fantasies remained unfulfilled.

One evening when I was alone at the cottage, I sat on a deck chair in my swim trunks watching the sun slowly setting. It had been an extremely hot day so the cool breeze that now blew from the ocean to the land was very welcome. I could feel the gentle breeze tease the hairs on my chest.

I took off my sunglasses placing them on the table beside me. I was sipping one of those light bubbling fruit wines that are so soothing in hot weather. My lips were dry; I teased them with the wine as I allowed my tongue to lap the wine from the glass, wetting my lips with the fruit of the vine.

I had been motionless for at least an hour as nightfall begin to surround me. I began to notice a mist over the water. It grew thicker, more massive, and slowly meandered toward the shore, engulfing the wharf in its wetness.

The Atlantic mist has always fascinated me, recalling stories and images of ghost ships, pirates and mysterious encounters. Of course, those encounters are found only in books and movies!

I realized I was getting cold; goose bumps were forming on my flesh. I wanted to get a shirt and pants to cover my body, but I was somewhat helpless to move from the deck where the mist was captivating me, seemingly holding me a prisoner.

I could not longer see the end of our family wharf; our canoe and motorboat had disappeared into the grey silence.

I was cold! But I knew the water would be warm! With darkness surrounding me, protecting me, I stood, lowered my trunks, and walked out of them en route to the wharf.

I often swam in the evening, but never in the mist. I guess there was always the fear that I would be enveloped by the mist, swallowed up by it and forever lost in it.

As I arrived at the end of the wharf, I felt compelled to dive into the water, throwing all caution aside! The water was so refreshing. All my senses came alive! I swam furiously for about twenty minutes, completely engulfed in water and mist and the silence of darkness.

I have always enjoyed swimming naked; the freedom stimulates every sensual fibre within me.

Suddenly I realized I could no longer hear the water lapping on the shore or hitting the wharf supports. For a brief moment, panic set in. But I soon focused on getting back to land, methodically swimming in the direction where I thought the wharf was.

It was dark! It was silent! It was threatening! I tried not to be defeatist, but I seemed to be in a black hole without an escape.

I heard a faint sound, but could not discern its direction. It grew louder. I wanted to believe it was my rescue!

Then silence once again. I was tired, frustrated and losing hope.

A voice near me shouted, "Do you need help?" I decided it was only my imagination until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Climb into the canoe."

Getting into a canoe on water is never an easy task, but somehow this stranger managed to get me to safety. I lay back, trembling with cold!

I don't remember the few minutes it must have taken to get to our wharf, but I do remember a hand extending to help me reach the solid support of the wharf.

It was then that I looked into Todd's eyes. Even in the mist, they were a dazzling blue.

As I stood on the wharf, I realized I was naked and my response to those blue eyes had prompted my manhood to salute Todd! I was embarrassed.

I stammered, "This cold mist always gets me hard!"

Todd leaned forward, "And I thought I might be the cause." Noticing me shivering, he took off his shirt and passed it to me. "Here, you are cold."

I thanked him for the shirt and awkwardly managed to get it on. I was still shivering.

Todd said, "You are still cold. Let me warm you up." He moved toward me, reaching out and pulling me into his embrace. I could feel the warmth of his body engulfing me; his firmness pressed against me, wanting to possess me. His warm lips brushed against mine; his tongue eager to enter me.

And I knew I was ready! The mist clothed us in privacy as I moaned in surrender!