This is the first gay erotic piece I ever wrote. So excited to start sharing it. I welcome all feedback -- Slava Ukraini! Everyone is over 20 in the story.
"I want to play soccer," Roman declared.
My buddy Stan agreed, always happy to go wherever the day went.
Less interested, I said, "I think I'll go home."
Roman and Stan bolted out of the house 5 minutes later, leaving me behind to grab my knapsack and go home.
I don't know why I'd stayed friends with Roman after I graduated high school. I had just finished first year university -- I was twenty -- I was a hiker and a jogger, but not a sports person. And frankly -- he was an asshole.
While bending over to grab my backpack from the dining room floor, a flash of skin caught my eye down the hallway. I froze, realizing that it was Roman's beast of a father, Vladimir, beginning to stroke himself in his bedroom, thinking that the house was empty.
Let me describe Vladimir.
He was a hard-working Ukrainian who had recently moved his family to Toronto. He had muscles from daily manual labour that he picked up since arriving. He emanated the air of the masculinity one got from growing up in a Soviet Republic -- which complemented his stubble-covered Slavic jawline. Countless times, I tried to peek at the hair, reaching for freedom out of his shirt while he drove us to Karate practice. His chest was a proud forest of his old-world masculinity that my daydreams -- and wet dreams -- regularly got lost in. He had stubble and short-cropped dark brown hair. He looked like an older, taller, hairier, and more muscular Vladimir Zelensky. And better yet, he didn't believe in wearing his shirt when he got home from work.
You saw him after a long work day and could only think, "D*ddy."
I tried to lean forward and peak when his eyes met my stare.
He startled and blushed, covering his manhood with a towel. I averted my gaze, but not before he saw the lust written across my face.
"Edwin," he stammered, blushing.
I started apologizing profusely, "Sorry, I ... I didn't know".
I felt so embarrassed to be in this situation. A feeling made more intense by the contradictory sensations of my cock that had gone full mast against the seams of my shorts.
A long pause froze the air still as our minds raced. I watched his worry get wrestled down by his curiosity about my desire. I saw his eyes connecting the dots at the possibility before us.
I watched him bite his lower lip and let the confident man of the house inside him take over.
He leaned back and stretched his arms. Showing off his mighty chest and the dense moss of his chest hair.
