Gay Erotic Stories

It had been nearly a week since Aaron and Ben had shared that special night together. Both had felt a connection deeper than either had felt before. For Ben, it was an awakening of his sexuality after years of repression. For Aaron, it was finding a man who had taken the time to know him as a person instead of using him for fast, easy sex. Although they both knew that the seed of something had been planted both were unsure of how they could make it work.

Aaron spent the week in his usual routine. Gym in the morning, maintaining the body that made him money, then the usual ‘meetings’ with his regulars. He found that, all the while some rich closet case banker or lawyer was telling him how hot he was while he sucked their droopy cocks or had to take their pounding away at his firm ass, he was remembering that night with Ben. The flashes of their shower together, their tongues exploring each others bodies with the steaming water splashing around them. Ben turning his back to Aaron, the inviting look in his eye as he offered his virgin hole to Aaron. The realisation that he was Ben’s first making the orgasm even more powerful. And then the morning, when they awoke in each others arms, a first for both. Aaron lay in bed, his erection tenting the bed sheet as he watched Ben dress and reluctantly leave. Oh how he longed to be pressed against Ben’s soft, hairy body. Strangely having these thoughts during sex with men he felt nothing for, other than that they were generous with the tip, made the experience more enjoyable than normal. When he was alone he found himself stroking himself urgently, like a horny teenager, recalling that night and then dozing off covered in his cum and with a smile on his lips.

Ben also found himself consumed by his awakening. When he got home that morning he stripped in front of the full length mirror and looked at himself with new eyes, seeing himself as Aaron saw him. Not as fat and unworthy of lust but as a man desired. He was shocked when he noticed his dick hard and ready for action even though he had spent most of the previous night experiencing orgasm after orgasm. When he came after a few wild strokes he collapsed, spent and dreamed of Aaron. His week dragged by after that, the usual hum drum of his life easily passed on auto pilot. He was shaken out of his daze when his girlfriend called to remind him of their date that Wednesday. Ellen and Ben had been going out for about a year and although they had had sex it was probably more a relationship of convenience for both of them. He was hiding, she wanted a steady reliable man to make her husband and the father of her future children. They had been fixed up by, of all people, his mother and he had not had the nerve to upset the status quo and gone into the relationship to keep everyone happy. He and Ellen both knew there was no love there, but appearances meant more than love. Ben decided that Thursday would be the night he finally stood up for himself and broke up with Ellen.

“You bastard!”, she screamed as Ben finished his heartfelt speech. He looked up to see Ellen rage turning her face red. “You know and I know what we wanted out of this, now you want to give up to be a degenerate ass fucker!”, Ellen spat the words at him. Ben sat, shocked as he saw Ellen as never before. He knew she was driven and very principled but he’d never seen her truly bitchy side. “What do you have to say for yourself, you stupid fat cock sucker. What!”, she screamed. Ben turned away his eyes welling with tears and no words to say in reply to such terrible abuse. She had had him on diets and given him ‘advice’ on what to wear. In fact his glasses were the only fashion choice he’d made in their time together and she only just put up with those. Ben turned, “I can’t be your ideal man anymore, I can’t keep cowtowing to you. I’m not….” Before the words had left his mouth, Ellen raised her fist and punched him in the face. His glasses flew off across the room as she rained further blows down on him. Ben, in shock, sat through the first few before he realised that he wasn’t imaging it. He grabbed her, all the while she continued punching and kicking. Suddenly she stopped. “Screw you, you cunt! I hope you die!”, she screamed and started striding to the door. Just as she reached the door she picked up the vase she had bought and placed on the table near the door and threw it at him. Ben, standing in awe of what had just happened noticed too late the porcelain projectile heading for him and it glanced off his head. Ellen watched as he dropped to the floor, she walked back over to him, spat on him and left.

Ben lay dazed, bleeding and bruised on the floor for what seemed like hours before he passed. He heard a voice and felt someone shake him. He recoiled, covering his face with his arms and curled up sobbing and begging to be left alone. “Ben, what the hell happened. Ben!”, the voice called at him. Ben knew the voice but couldn’t think why at that moment, yet somehow it was comforting. He relaxed and opened his eyes to see a blurry face in front of him. The owner of the face slipped something onto his face and he suddenly saw who was in front of him. “Aaron.”, Ben murmured. “Who the hell was that rampant bitch I saw storming out of here.”, Aaron had arrived at Ben’s building as Ellen had stormed out of the lobby still ranting. “What are you doing here?”, Ben asked. “I couldn’t wait. I’ve been thinking of you all week, Ben. And apparently I picked the right time to act on that feeling.” Aaron helped Ben onto the couch, making sure not to do any more damage on the shards of porcelain strewn around. “Ellen. She just lost it, lost her mind.” Ben told Aaron the whole story, he’d not mentioned Ellen during their night of passion as she was the last thing on his mind. He realised he had probably been afraid of her all this time, more than any other feeling he had for her. “Shit, Ben, you look like you’ve been hit by a car. Come on, let’s fix you up.” Aaron led Ben to the bathroom, he had done his fair share of first aid when he had come out to his father, an angry man who spoke with his fists. He recognised the look in Ben’s eyes, too. He’d had it too when he left home that night when he was 16.

Ben sat, still dazed, on the toilet seat while Aaron undressed him. Neither said a word. Aaron had run a bath while he stripped Ben and helped him into it. Ben sat in the bath, his arms around his knees, tears streaming down his face. Aaron stripped off his shirt and knelt beside the bath, picked up a sponge and began bathing Ben. Gently he wiped the blood off Ben’s face and washed his hair. Ben relaxed slightly and lay back, Aaron began washing his body, soaping up Ben’s torso, the soft hair matting with soap and water and gently massaged him. Aaron knew this was not the time for any thing sexual and did not even try to stimulate any reaction other than to soothe Ben. When he had gotten Ben out of the bath, dried him and treated the cut on his head he led him to his bed. He tucked Ben, still naked and vulnerable, into the bed. “Aaron.”, Ben whispered. “Stay with me, please.” Aaron took a second to make up his mind. He stripped and climbed into the bed naked facing Ben. Ben reached out and embraced Aaron, seeking comfort and warmth. Aaron felt himself stirring, strangely self conscious but relaxed when he felt Ben’s hard dick brush against his own. They kissed and held each other, comfortable enough to not need to have sex but just be with each other. Aaron looked into Ben’s eyes and hoped this would be the first of many nights together.