Gay Erotic Stories

Bruce looked at the camera's viewfinder, searching for specks of dust while his right hand gripped it tightly. He blew lightly, leaving the viewfinder spotlessly clean. Jake, his assistant, took out some large telephoto lenses from a large steel, black-colored cabinet. A knock was heard at the front door. "I think it must be those models...." Jake said, dashing out of the studio set to open the front door. Bruce look at Jake with amazement, he continued with his work. Later, Six tanned, handsome, male models entered the set. The hairdressers, make-up artists, and the wardrobe woman walked frantically around the set in chaos about doing their own business. Bruce looked at them, in their frenzied paces, smiled and left a Cheshire cat grin on his face. All of them were taken to the dressing room and they have to parade a new line of swim wear and underwear from International Male. Bruce, the photographer, gives a final inspection on the equipment, then the lighting, the props and then he unwraps some small boxes containing several rolls of film and loads it into his Nikons and Hasselblaads. "Okay! Where the hell are the girls.....?" Jake stomped into the set, "Maybe they're bitchin' around at Jim's place....", One of the models answered, "Or maybe...they couldn't catch a cab! New York is such a fucked up place! Infested with druggies, weirdoes, all the fucking shit in this world! and I love this place....." "Hush up Kirk....Those ladies SHOULD have been here.....", Bruce cut in, saving Jake from pissing off. The other models made way to a small makeshift dressing table at the other dimly lit area of the set for makeup. As the Make-up artists begin sculpturing their faces, Alex looked at Hendrix, "Have you checked out that gorgeous babe in that new club...whachamacallit......" "Zouk...yeah...!Didya?" Hendrix looked at him, " You think I've got the whole time looking at babes... Hey, I've gotta stomach to feed you know, and some provisional things to tend to..unlike you, finding every fucking chance screwing all the girls you meet in every club." " I'm a LADIES"s MAN, Hen!" " Yeah.....Fuck Me!" Hendrix blurbed. The other three, Anthony, Chester and Mark looked at them willfully and laughed their heads off. Suddenly, a commotion was heard at the front door. Jake went and opened the door, The girls, four of them arrived, slightly soaked, "Sorry, The rain delayed our session at Jim's...", the lead modal explained, "Never mind! Christina.... Get your friends ready and I want them to be in front of my camera by five minutes... That's all...FIVE!" Bruce said to her as she hurriedly led the other three to the dressing room. While waiting, Bruce made another last check up on his cameras, his tools and lighting props, he shot some strobe light s over the set to ensure the lighting condition is okay. The four ladies came out and a rush makeup followed. Four beautiful bodies revealing their assets in their almost unclad swimsuits trotted to the set. The male models are in place, they are also three quarter naked in their revealing shorts, bikinis and nylon thongs. Adonises parading their tanned sculptured bodies, flexing their pecs, and showing their guts. As Bruce start shooting, "Try to be playful, give me the beach look!" The camera was clicking away and lights shooting every corner of the set. " Give me more.....great smile Teri!" Bruce snapped along. The camera aimed at Kirk, " Show me you're having fun, Kirk! Give me that smile!" The models played at each other, flirt at each other and gave Bruce some erotic postures. Bruce suddenly stopped, " This is not right.... I don't get the feeling .....It's not right....It's too stiff, bathing suits indoors posed and that's no good," He said, as if He couldn't catch a certain rhythm on the guys and girls. "Wet them down, Jake," Bruce finally said. "Why?" " I just told you... they're too stiff and it looks too artificial in this......", pointing to the lighting. "There are some buckets in the darkroom. Boys, some of you go and fill the buckets with water and we'll try it that way." The water did the trick. It loosened them up as nothing else could have, turned them into kids again, dumping buckets of water on each other and on themselves in a competition to get wetter than anyone else, creating the illusion of a beach that no amount of props could have achieved. Kirk, with his cropped blond hair and a grin full of animal vitality, was the ringleader. It was he who threw the first bucket of water on one of the female models. " Don't you fucking dare!" she shrieked, and received another splash of water over her head. After that it became a free-for-all, six boys and four girls awash, forgetting about the camera totally, the hairdressers standing by shaking their heads but not discontented, since they could still get their seven hundred and fifty dollars an hour. Jake, at a nod from Bruce, pulled out each dripping girl and guy when he'd finished a shot and took them to change their swimming suit, not an easy job on a wet body. He could at least brought towels, he thought, but who had anticipated a water fight? Finally, the sitting was over, all the wet suits were collected, the guys and girls had been blotted with paper towels and dried down by blow dryers and all the models, including, the hairdressers and makeup artist are sent home. Jake looked wearily around the studio, please with what he knew would be an exciting set of pictures. " Don't worry. I'll get it cleaned up tomorrow. Go on home, Jake," Bruce said gently. " I should stay, but..." " Don't be a fuck. you're beat. Out of here! Out!" Finally alone, pushing aside sheets of wet and dirty paper, Bruce puts his cameras away carefully. He opened the closed door of the dressing room, wondering what kind of shambles the guys had left in. "You took your sweet time, Bruce. I thought you were lost." Kirk, his blond hair still slightly damp, sat at the chair in front of the dimly lit dressing table, his bad-boy grin appearing as he saw Bruce enter. He looked as much at ease in front of the table as if it belonged to him. " Couldn't you find your clothes?" Bruce asked quietly, his composed tone belying his stance, the posture of a man trained and ready to defend himself. " They're exactly where I left them when I came in." "Do you enjoy sitting around in a wet thong?" he said sharply. " I'm not. I took it off." Kirk smiled again and stretched, as lazily as a big jungle cat. He slipped into a pair of clean dried blue workout shorts. "I chanced upon a magazine that was 'misplaced' on the table." Kirk answered, but made no move to stand up and toying with a magazine he hid from his back. "It's a new issue of Stallion. Is it yours?" he asked as he starts to flip the pages, rummaging along the magazine. Bruce looked at that magazine, trying to conceal his worry, " Well, It’s not really mine, I borrowed it from a friend, just to have a look." Kirk looked at him, his eyes then back to the magazine, locked at a full page photo of some hard, naked bodies of men, erotically posed with erected dicks and some photos showing two men, sucking each other off. "You can't be comfortable," Bruce said, his expression tightly vigilant. "I'd be more comfortable on the couch, as a matter of fact, " Kirk answered again, looking more intently at the magazine. "I'm sure you would be," Bruce said, as if decoding the statement with his deepest concentration. "But what makes you think that I want you there?" "Bruce...," Kirk mock him, half reproachfully, "do you think I don't know what you want? Do you think I don't know how much you want me? On the couch or on the floor or anywhere you can have me? Do you think I don't know what you wish you could do to me, what I need-and intend-to do to you? Do you think I'm stupid?" " Just what gave you that idea about me?" Bruce asked, the menace with which he always moved more in evidence than ever, without his having to take a step in any direction. " Your 'look' gave you away. The way you roam your eyes on me and in your sordid mind, how you are dying to ..." "Do you? Are you really sure? Or aren't you just trying it on for a size? Something you pull with any photographer on the off-chance that you'll be right? And that there'll be something in it for you?" "I don't want anything, Bruce, except the same thing you're aching for. I love it, just as much as you do, only, unlike you, I'm not afraid to ask. I've been hurting for you since I walked in here...it wasn't easy not letting it show in that thong. I'm hard now, Bruce. I'm as hard as I've ever been before, and so are you. I can see just how much you want me all the way from behind the camera. So come here and stop playing games. Come, give it to me, Bruce. Any way that makes you fucking happy. Any way, anything-I want it. Bruce looked at Kirk, his shorts could barely cover his bulge. Kirk looked at his face, his sweat trickle down from his forehead and he looked nervously at him. There was silence, just a slight faint audible breath can be heard from the two. In a trance, Bruce got closer to Kirk, Kirk spread his legs, slowly. Bruce looked at his muscular shoulders, his wide chest and then he looked at his severely angled face, he wanted to touch his tanned, supple, smooth skin and all the rest of his anatomy. He sank to his knees and darted at his shorts, his head went down and he started kissing the bulge, while his hands caress his toned thighs. Kirk lowered his head, his hands grabbed Bruce's dark hair, Bruce moved his hands closer, reaching his shorts, pulling it off slowly to reveal an enormous erection staring at him, He licked the thick, reddish head, cupped it and puts it deep into his mouth. Kirk gave a short, moan, Bruce let his hands run, caressing his balls with delicate feathery strokes. He dragged his tongue slowly up from the base of his dick, pausing every now and then went up and down, while his shaft throbbed in his wet mouth. He pulled out, his dick, shiny and wet, gleamed and tempted Bruce to go for another round. He flicked his tongue at the head to the base and this went on for a few times. Kirk hastily took off his tee shirt and kissed his ears. "On the floor." He whispered. Wordlessly, Bruce obeyed, like an obedient child. He lay down, his face up and Kirk kissed him softly, on the lips, He felt his tongue playing with Kirk's and Kirk went deeper, trying to entice him to follow. He seduced him to French kiss and slowly went for the chin, his neck ,then to his hairless chest, and his well built torso, while his hands slowly unbutton Bruce's fly and took his jeans off. He shrugged it off and his hand went for his hard on. Still kissing his abdomen, Kirk fondle Bruce's hard on and cuddled his balls, Bruce made a hiss and moved his head left to right, "Suck it....,” He said, Kirk looked at him, grinned and took off his Calvin Klein white bikini brief, Bruce has a lovely slender dick with dark, massive hair around it and a pair of delicious balls waiting to be suck. Kirk wiped his saliva off his mouth and slowly inserted the love sword into his mouth, while his left hand hold the base. His right hand went underneath to seek out for Bruce's bums and his anus. Kirk closed his eyes and moved his head up and down. Bruce wriggled and arched his body across the floor as he played his own nipples and chest, pinching them as hard and stroking them till they became like horse pellets. Kirk worked below, playing with those glutes and his left hand middle finger fucked Bruce's ass. He fingerfucked Bruce for a while, Bruce moaned and hissed, "Yeah! Ooh! Fuck me...!" Bruce told Kirk. Kirk Changed his position and he is on top of him and both of them sucked and licked each other in a six nine position. Bruce caresses his bums and played with his ass while Kirk sucked his hard and made sucking noises to entice Bruce. Kirk got up, " Fuck me now, I want you...!” Bruce slowly got up and Kirk reached fro his wallet on the table, took a condom out unwrapped it and unrolled it, he went and put it on Bruce’s hard dick and he went down on the floor, laying face down with his buttocks facing Bruce, Bruce went down on his knees, His hands reach to touch Kirk's round firm buttocks, stroking them and lightly slapping them. He went for his ass and played with it, he went down to licked it, examined his asshole and insert his penis slowly until it went right in. Kirk gave a grunt. "fuck me ...!" ,He ordered, Bruce started slowly but gradually as he pumped his penis into his ass. He went in and out vigorously and Kirk moaned, grunted, he grabbed his dick and toyed with it. "Yes... Fuck me real hard....aaah...ooh!" Bruce grunted and moan. His pace worked up and as he thrust his penis into his pink anus harder and harder. He began to pant and breathe heavily. The pumping got harder and faster, Kirk was moaning wildly and shaking violently, Bruce was reaching a climax and he shook his head , In and out, throbbing hard and fucking him, so hard that his juices nearly spill out. At a sudden, He took out his hard, red penis, ripped the condom out and then masturbates his dick until he came, Kirk dart to his dick to devour the remaining love juices before his climax fade. Bruce moaned loudly while Kirk smiled at him, "Yesss...Ooh That's right..Bruce..give it to me" He murmured while sucking his dick of his emissions. Bruce sank down and Kirk looked at him, " Make me come now...I WANT IT NOW.... FUCK ME....." Bruce kissed him and explored every part of his athletic body with his tongue, from his face to his thigh and his groin, He took his dick into his mouth and sucked vigorously. He licked his dick like an ice-cream stick, rolling his tongue up and down and sucked his balls, they were dangling joyously from its stem and he played his ass with his third finger, Kirk got what he wanted, A good fingerfuck and a blow-job from Bruce. As he came, His semen went flying spat at his face a few times, He let a long moan and shrugged laying still as if he's been slain. His dick now limp, wet and shiny looked tamed and Bruce continued with his foreplay, Kirk looked slain, his sweaty body shimmered under the dim light of a table lamp near the table. Bruce was sucking the slain dick vigorously, Kirk reached for his chest and played his nipples. Bruce took his hand and went to his limp penis, stroking it and playing it until it swells. Erect and Hard, He fucked Kirk again and came the second time, Bruce lay still, his hands made way to Kirk's chest and caress it. Kirk lay his head on top of his stomach and stroke his thighs and testicles. They looked at each other, Kirk went to Bruce and they kissed passionately under the dim light.