Gay Erotic Stories

At the beginning of my Senior year, I met an incredibly handsome and sexy gentleman named Brent, a next-door neighbor of my friend Billy. Brent was 18, a year younger than me. I had originally noticed him in the dining hall, when his unforgettable face and swim team jacket caught my attention. I snuck looks at him whenever his head was turned and wondered how I could meet him.

His face had a wonderful squareness of features and an intensity of handsomeness most guys don’t have, and I am most attracted to this type of man. He was also a little boyish, which made him incredibly cute too. His skin was light, with just the right amount of color. The first time I saw him, he was wearing the crimson-and-gold jacket of our swimming team. Made of what I was sure was oxford nylon (I am a connoisseur of nylon athletic jackets as they turn me on incredibly), it was a 3/4-zip jock jacket (a.k.a. “jocker” amongst some teams, the ‘r’ at the end being absolutely necessary to distinguish the team jackets from the things that held the team’s assets), with his name written in gold thread on the left side and the numbers and other markings on the sleeves and back. His jacket zipper was all the way down, revealing a high-quality pink oxford button-down shirt underneath, with his top three buttons undone! On his beautiful white chest was a little golden hair. I couldn’t believe I was getting this kind of a treat!

He had entered the dining hall with a few guys from the swim team, but also with a few of the hockey hotties. They were all similarly confident, with no undershirts and two or three buttons undone. It was still September, and occasionally you could even see a little sweat on those amazing chests. How I just wanted to lick it all up! I noticed a lot of them had their cuff buttons undone, too, which turned me on even more. My boy had those buttoned, though, although he had elected to leave his placket buttons (the ones in the open slit between a shirt cuff and the upper part of the sleeve) open, so that was hot. And with Brent being Brent, it just made details like that even hotter. I was getting so hot I went in the bathroom and masturbated.

By anyone’s standards, I’m a baseball jock myself, tall, with a big frame, but I didn’t know if it would do any good with Brent. I had spent part of the day swallowing loads of cum with my buddy Jim, so I focused on that about to stop worrying about how to meet Brent. (Later, I also called Jim and asked him to come over again, he he he ?)

But back to dinner. Brent sat down with the other swimming and hockey guys, none of whom I knew, and it was about then I wished I had tried out for the swim team in addition to playing baseball. I had no interest in it at the time, but if I knew Brent were there, I would have done it just to meet him, then dropped it after I got to know the beautiful lad. (Or would I? Perhaps I would stay just to enjoy the sight of him in whatever bathing suit he wore.) I didn’t have to worry about meeting him for long, though, because he happened to return to his room one night when Billy and I were heading into his, and Billyboy took the opportunity to alleviate my anxiety. Brent looked straight at me, gave me a warm smile and a friendly handshake, and the three of us chatted for a while about what we were majoring in (or thinking of majoring in) and the food in the dining hall. After about five minutes, Brent said he had to do some reading for tomorrow. As he headed into his room, he smiled and winked at me. (More to cum in future installments ?)