Sins And Lovers - Gay Romance Erotica

My first time with a man.
Excerpt:
I woke up shortly after with the odd feeling of being watched. Removing the book from my face, I sat up. Robert was there, lying on his side on a rug opposite me. He was staring unashamedly, and didn't look away when I caught his eye. He smiled lazily, and I began to wonder if I had falafel sauce on my chin or something.

"You look cute when you're asleep" he said, winking. "Which seems to be...most of the time?"

I slid on my sunglasses. "You have the knack of catching me at bad times" I said haughtily. The compliment was wasted on me, stoned as I was.

"What kind of an accent is that?" he asked, the grin getting wider. I bristled. It always bothered me when people would remark on my accent. I was sick of the sheep-shagging jokes and the "what foot do you kick with" kind of stuff that follows citizens of Northern Ireland wherever they go. I lifted my book, hoping to signal an end to any further attempts at conversation.

"Whatever, man" he said eventually and rolled onto his back, using his bag as a pillow. Spreading his newspaper out over his stomach and lap, he began to read, moving his outstretched leg idly from side to side. I took the opportunity to sneak another look at him through my sunglasses.

Sleek, dark hair swept back in a ponytail. The hint of stubble. White t-shirt, plain khaki shorts, sandals. I reminded myself he hadn't had time to become a crusty just yet although the hair showed potential. My gaze travelled up his leg. The tan began to fade as thigh met shorts. There was no distinct line, just a graduation from very brown to...He shifted position again and I caught a distinct glimpse something tantalizingly shadowy nestling against his upper thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off him, waiting for him to move again so I could see it again. It formed a very nice bulge in his shorts, certainly. My cock started to swell and I was astonished. I flipped myself casually onto my stomach in case he noticed I was pitching a tent. Still pretending to read, I continued to stare and was rewarded when he sat up to fold his paper away. He took a swig from his can of mango juice and lay down on his back again, feet on the ground, knees bent in the air. Again I saw what I was looking for, nestling against his thigh in the darkness of the cover of his shorts, but it wasn't a great view. Still, I couldn't stop looking. By this stage my cock was beating a tattoo against the hard, scratchy mattress and I wiggled, only making my predicament worse.

Before long, I was desperate for a jack off and began hoping that Robert would get up and go. I put my head down, frustrated and unable to believe that I had become so aroused just by looking up a man's shorts. He just had the most amazing thighs. But he lay there, oblivious. Soon though, it was obvious that he had fallen asleep, judging by the soft snores. I leapt up at the opportunity, covering my obvious excitement with my book and dashing over to the toilets. I was almost whimpering as I dropped the book and rapidly choked my spunk out all over the toilet seat (who says men can aim), seeing stars in the process.

Robert was still lying there when I sneaked past him. He had crossed his legs, and was looking incredibly chaste. His mouth was slightly open and I tried to imagine what it would be like to taste him, to lie with my head on his belly, listening to his body gurgle. I rubbed the scars on my wrists reflectively, a habit I was no longer trying to break. No one asked about them, no one stared. I'd thrown away the daft looking wristbands I used to cover them with. I had found a place where I was truly happy and accepted, and I meant to enjoy it for as long as I could.

Reception was warm and buzzing with new arrivals. I could smell the harshness of Noblesse cigarette smoke stinging the back of my throat. Helping myself to coffee, I sat down, lit up and started chatting to whoever would listen, thinking "this is the life. Isn't th