Swimsuits Optional: Gay Sex Confessions #2 (M/M Jock Erotica) (First Time Gay Sex)
Secretly gay stud Joey has homosexual fantasies about his super-jock best friend, Steve. With Steve on vacation, Joey can either whack off thinking about Steve or entertain Steve’s older brother who believes that swimsuits should be optional and something other than water should be splashed on Joey's face.
3,200 Words of M2M Jock Action
Adult Content Advisory: Explicit Male/Male M/M Sex More
Swimsuits Optional: Gay Sex Confessions #2 - Secretly gay Italian stud Joey has homosexual fantasies about his super-jock best friend, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Steve. With Steve leaving for vacation, Joey’s choice is to either spend his time whacking off thinking about Steve or spending two weeks by the pool with Steve’s older brother who believes that swimsuits should be optional and something other than water should be splashed on Joey’s face.
A M/M Gayrotica Press Gay Erotic Short Story – 3,200 Words of M2M Action including hairy chests, straight jocks, man sweat, wrestling, M/M frottage, skinny dipping , underwater blowjobs, first time gay sex, and anal fingering.
Adult Content Advisory: This story contains adult language as well as erotic and sexually explicit descriptions of male/male sex.
It was the summer before senior year in high school. I had just turned eighteen and was ready to take on the world in every way except sexually. I knew I was gay, but I was totally in denial, completely in the closet and devoid of any sexual contact with men.
I knew I was really cute. Girls called me all the time. They loved to tease me about my classic "Italian Stallion" looks - the dark hair, brown eyes, and hairy chest all on a 6’1" frame complete with the perfect name to match those features - Joey. Ever since I started working out three times a week when I was a sophomore, at least one girl a month asked to feel my biceps. I had to admit that I liked all the attention; I only wished it came from jocks instead of cheerleaders.
There was one jock in particular that I liked, my best friend, Steve. He came to my house every day that summer. I had to devise a hundred ways to hide all the boners that I popped just by being near him...