Gay Erotic Stories

After finishing up, I showed him our room, then where the bathroom was located. After brushing my teeth, I got into bed. Soon he came in and undressed. I had trouble keeping my eyes off him. I turned off the lamp and soon we two guys were in the bed together, alone and in an empty house.

You're not going to believe what happened next! Absolutely nothing! That’s right! He placed his hand on top of my jockeys; feeling my butt, as I was almost asleep - sleeping on my stomach.

I panicked. A thousand things raced through my mind. I didn't want to be the cause for this man hanging up his frock. So I gently moved my hand around to my back and placed my hand on top of his and he stopped dead and did not attempt to further pull them down.

However during the night, we slept in the cradle position and he seemed to get semi-excited, but it was more platonic than sexual and our love grew to greater heights and deeper depths than one might even conceive as possible between two men.

I regretted that I had frightened him. I am confident we would have made passionate love. We grew as friends, confidants, and platonic lovers.

A few days later I got this call from Pastor Johns. It seems he and his wife had been called out of town and he was asking that I ask my parents if I might come and stay at their home; keeping the new minister company and entertained?

Wow! I was glad to be on the phone...as I knew I was blushing. My parents agreed that it would only be the right thing to do ... to keep the young minister company.

“Why don't you just stay over there while the reverend and his wife are away?” my mother asked. “You are an excellent cook and can be a great help to the minister.” So thanks to my mother, she, unknowingly, set me up. I moved in with Pastor Mike and it was obvious that he was pleased. Things became strange, almost immediately.

The first night, he called me into the bathroom. I went in and he closed the door. He was naked and got into the tub for a bath. He was in full view and he wanted me to see him, but no physical sex.

The few days turned into a few weeks. I enjoyed doing thigs for this guy and he enjoyed the personal attention and seemed to love my cooking. One night, we got into horseplay and someone he got me in the scissors lock and spanked me hard...he really seemed to like it... I declare it seemed he squeezed my butt with each swat.

Then when sleeping, he seemed to enjoy kissing at each other (the corner of the lips). I really enjoyed this, but he backed away as he worked to an erection. I was puzzled. Was does this beautiful guy want? Is he pure and spotless? Is he worried about causing my downward spiral? Or is he a latent homosexual? I didn't know...

Then this guy came in late one night, out of a torrential rain storm. He removed his clothes and I helped him dry off. We found ourselves in bed; me kissing him and feeling his chest and he did not retreat. He was so cultured and chiseled. I reached around the small of his back and pulled him into me. This sweet, sweet, very sweet man did not retreat. He reached out and reciprocated, sharing his kiss, hugging and holding me. I didn't want to rush into the sexual end of things... This could be the start of something beautiful...

To be continued…