Gay Erotic Stories

"How was your day?" I asked him.

"Wet," he said. "Rained all day. I was stuck outside for an hour trying to fix Mrs Smith's roof. Took bloody ages."

I chuckled. "I bet."

"What about yours? Did you get finish Chapter 7 today?"

I looked at him.

"Did you get *any* writing done today?" he asked.

I said nothing. He looked at me and smiled.

"Ah, been otherwise engaged, have we?"

I blushed.

"How did you know?"

"I'm your boyfriend, I know you. So, go on, tell me. What happened?"

"It was the neighbour."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He was outside again, shirtless."

Our neighbour was a happily married man, with 3 children, but seemed to have an allergy to wearing shirts - or anything on his torso, for that matter. Whenever the temperatures went above 16*C, his shirt would be off. He was very hairy and very tanned. My boyfriend found it amusing that I had a bit of a crush on him.

"No change there, then."

"But it was raining."

"Oh!"

"I looked out the window, and there he was, in the garden, shirtless and wet. He was lifting the old pile of bricks into his wheelbarrow and taking them to his van."

"Hot, shirtless, wet and using his muscles?"

"Oh yes," I said, almost dreamily. "The rain got harder, but he just kept on going. A few times he ran his hands through his chest hair."

"Did he know you were watching?"

"No, I was discrete. I was naked, as always, and I didn't want anyone to see from the road." As an author who worked from home, I always worked naked. Wearing clothes while writing was just too strange. Due to the weather, I hadn't been out all day, so had remained naked for the past 36 hours or so.

"And then?"

"Oh, it was hot. Just watching him out there. I mean, we see him shirtless all the time, but wet shirtless? Phwoar."

My boyfriend looked down at the covers. It was evident from the bulge that I was getting hard.

"I see. And did you get hard?"

I blushed. "Yes. Very much so."

"That would explain the tissues in the bin, then..."

"I wanked myself off after, keeping an eye on him. I'm sorry, sweetie, I just had to. I couldn't help myself." I paused. "I'm sorry," I said again.

My boyfriend got out of bed without saying a word and exited our bedroom, closing the door behind him. I looked at the door in vain. He was walking down the hallway towards the bathroom. I heard the door close and then, nothing.

After a few minutes, I heard him walking down the hallway. He knocked on our bedroom door.

"Come out, please. We need to talk."

I got out of bed, wondering if I should put some pants on before deciding not to. Nervously, I opened the door.

My boyfriend stood there, wearing his dirty work trousers and boots, but nothing else. He was dripping wet.

"What in the...?" I asked. He put his fingers on my mouth to shush me.

"Hi," he said. "I've been working shirtless in the rain, and just come in. And I'm so horny. And you're naked. I would love to do something to you." He kissed me, passionately. My cock grew hard straight away. He moved down to my nipples and sucked hard on each of them in turn, before licking my chest hair and finally taking my rock hard dick in his mouth.

I groaned happily. "Oh yes!"

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Later, we were both naked and back in bed, kissing passionately and groping each other's still-hard cocks. The sex had been amazing, the best we'd had in months.

"What was all that about?" I smiled.

"Well, I wanted you to have your fantasy," he explained, "and it turned me on a bit too. I love you, and I would never want to share you with the neighbour even if he wasn't straight, but..."

"I know," I said, laughing, before snuggling up with him and kissing him as if there were no tomorrow.