Gay Erotic Stories

My Father and stepmother had dragged me on their annual vacation in our camper. This year we were expiring our northern neighbors; the Canadians. Now I don’t know about you but I jokingly say that Canadians always mess up my gaydar: and its true! Canadian guys are friendly, comfortable with their bodies, and accepting of homosexuals. Something I never expected from anybody; like I said I was totally closeted and living in denial. This little event changed the way I felt about who I was. I still stayed closeted for several years but when I think back about this event I see it as something that scared me, excited me and made me feel accepted by a total stranger and it went a long way to making me realize that the feelings I had and the thoughts that I was so ashamed of, weren't really any different or kinkier than a lot of guys out there.

We were up somewhere near Montreal, staying on some nameless trailer park. My parents had some plans of unhooking the car and making meccas to various tourist traps in the area. I wasn’t really into it. I spent our travel time reading in the back seat of our oversize gas guzzling Oldsmobile with the burgundy color velour seats and plastic seat covers ( lol) one of the 'rents driving and the other looking at a map and directing. Whatever~ I wasn't into it and I didn’t want to go but as usual I didn’t really have a choice. My Dad told me to get ready because we were leaving in 40 minutes so I grabbed a towel and my attitude and slammed the trailer door on my way to the restroom.

The restrooms were two separated buildings; men’s on the right, women’s on the left with a cement roofed area between them. The shower stalls were in that public patio area, about 5 on a side I think. They were probably about 7 foot tall cubicles, 3 to 4 feet wide and maybe 7' deep with a bench up front, a curtain in the middle and a tiled shower at the back. Anyway I walked into one on the men’s side and started stripping down. As I sat down at the bench I noticed a couple small holes in the wall to the next stall. I wouldn't have even noticed except they made tiny spots of light on the dark wall, and I was intrigued as I had never seen anything like that before. The holes were really small, the one up high was about the size of a pencil and the lower maybe as big as a dime right about eyelevel when I was seated, and cut through the wooden partitions.

I tried peeking through but there was nobody in there. Figures! I looked for one on the other wall but there weren't any. I figured I better just shower so I turned on the water (COLD of course) and got in and soaped down. I started washing my hair and I heard the door to the cubicle next door slam. Bingo! I finished quickly and peeked through the hole that was up about the 5 foot level and was immediately excited because I found my neighbor was a handsome bearded man, probably about 30 years old. This was the 70's and he looked like one of the guys from ABBA! Lol! I checked him out for a bit and then dried off knowing I would sit and look through the lower hole right about where his waist would be! It was really turning me on. I started peeping through the hole and watched as he dropped his jeans and I checked out his ass though his bikini briefs. He dropped his shorts and I saw he had a slightly hairy body. He turned around as he reached in to turn on the shower and I saw his uncut cock. This is the 1st time I'd ever seen a guy with a foreskin and I was fascinated. I'm sure I had an erection but I really don't remember. I just remember being excited and ashamed in equal measure. As he got in the shower I finished getting dried off and got dressed. I didn’t want to leave because I wanted to look again and hoped he would be in the shower too long and was rewarded by checking out his uncut penis as he got out and started drying off.

All of a sudden he stepped out view and I kept looking. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity right on the other side of the wall and HIS EYE APPEARED looking right back at me, blinking several times! I practically freaked! I jumped out of view, my heart pounding in my chest blood rushing in my ears I was shaking I was so scared! I had been caught! I was a disgusting freak and NOW my secret shame was out there. I hurriedly finished putting on my shoes and practically ran out of the shower stall and ducked into the men’s room to sit on a toilet and try to compose myself.

After about 5 minutes I'd calmed a bit and I figured I better get back to the trailer before my Dad came looking for me. As I stepped out THE GUY was there at the sink! He was trimming his beard and was shirtless but in his jeans and sneakers. He looked right at me in the mirror, gave a knowing nod and grinned. I practically ran out. To this day I have no idea if he was gay or str8, but he was the 1st guy who knew I WAS GAY and what's more he did the same thing I did looking through that tiny hole between the walls. I never saw him again but every once in a while I look back at that incident as kind of life changing for me. I was still terrified of whom I was and ashamed of the things I felt, but I realized that this guy made me feel accepted as person. I really wish I HAD seen him around the campground again; I would have loved for him to be my 1st time. But I never did.

Maybe the best thing that came out of it was I was still so scared and freaked out by the incident that even my stepmom realized something was wrong and asked if I felt okay. When I said I didn't feel good she convinced my Dad into letting me skip the days sightseeing! I spent most of the day walking around the campground in hopes of meeting the new man of my dreams. I've had many fantasies about this incident and masturbated to alternate endings as I explored my sexuality and discovered myself.

Anyway that’s it. I hope you guys liked it and if you take nothing else from it realize this. Nothing you think or feel is unique. Everything has been thought of before and there is NOTHING you can do that is shameful. What turns you on, may or may not do it for some others, but so be it; every individual is unique and special. But somebody out there is looking for YOU. That's your other half--best of luck finding him. I found mine and I know how lucky I am.

Peace and Love.