Gay Erotic Stories

Deep into the darkest part of the shadows, of high ceilinged walls, I followed the path he led, to an abrupt, but expected halt. Here is the spot where we shared too few precious and glorious moments, yet the memory of the occurance will last for a lifetime. He turned and touched my face with gentle, reassuring fingers, kissed my lips with his, so soft and tender. I could feel my inner-self quiver from the overwhelming relaxation and comfort. Then, he took me unto himself, taking also my emotions, and a piece of my heart. Passion heightened to a climax which left me totally drained. Then he rose to gently kiss my lips once more, turned and went on, into other darkened shadows, never to return to that place again. Not one word was spoken, not one lie was told, no silly games were played. Just one scene, enacted between two persons of a similar magnatism, to be drawn to a conclusive, yet everlasting result. I often return to this place, in my mind, for nothing more than the joy of rememberance. I dare not physically return to this place, for I would surely never enjoy it, as I once have. Or perhaps, because I fear the fact that I would undoubtly never again, encounter this person. So I hold him dear in my heart & mind & memory.