Gay Erotic Stories

The worst part was yesterday morning, when I reported for my physical exam. Seems the corps wants to make sure you’re in top shape, even as you walk out the door. A medic had escorted me to an exam room, told me to get naked and have a seat on the table. Shortly thereafter, a Navy doctor entered the room…with the medic…and commenced checking me out…from head to toe. The medic seemed to take a great deal of interest when the doctor examined my penis and balls. I’m sure the medic was queer.

At precisely noon, I was handed my walking papers. I quickly gathered my stuff, walked out of the headquarters door, and hailed a cab. From the post, I went directly to the bus station…again, not knowing exactly were I was going. Not wanting to make a hasty decision, I checked my belongings in a locker and headed across the street for some lunch. By now, it’s about 1:30 pm.

The lunch crowd had disbursed, and I had a seat at the bar…ordering a beer and sandwich. I was still in uniform, so it was painfully obvious I was a Marine, albeit ex-marine.

After chowing down, another Marine took a seat at the bar. We exchanged glances and, of course, asked the usual questions. I introduced myself as Tom…his name was Rick, and was also a sergeant. Turns out Rick had another year left in the corps before discharge. Tough luck, I thought.

“So tell me Tom,” said Rick, “What are your plans?”

“Ah,” I replied, “Probably head east maybe go to school…maybe get a job…don’t really have any firm plans.”

“So why don’t you stay in Southern California?” asked Tom, apparently trying to make conversation.

“Ah…no reason,” I said, “Wouldn’t mind, I guess. There’s probably plenty of colleges and universities around…and I suppose it wouldn’t be too hard to find a job.”

“Well, you’re welcome to bunk with me until you decide,” said Rick, apparently not really caring what I did.

“Ah…well, I guess that’d be okay,” I replied, figuring it’d give me several days to think through what the hell I wanted to do in life.

“Where’s your stuff?” asked Rick.

“Ah…across the street at the bus station,” I replied.

“Well…go get your bags…I’ll pull my car around,” said Rick, as he pulled out a 20 dollar bill and paid both tabs. I thanked him for the lunch and headed out the door to retrieve my bags.

Rick pulled up at the curb in front of the bus station in…get this…a brand new red convertible. I tossed my bags in the trunk and got in the car.

“Some car Rick,” I said, as the wind blew what little hair I had.

“Yeah,” said Rick, “It’s great. Only got it last week.” I wondered how he could afford such an automobile on a paltry sergeant’s salary. Well, it’s probably none of my business.

After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at Rick’s apartment. It was one of those ‘luxury garden apartments,’ or so it was advertised on the sign as we entered the complex. Rick helped me carry my stuff to the apartment.

“Wow!” I said, entering the apartment, “this is really nice,” again wondering how he could afford such a place. Again, it was none of my business.

Unfortunately there was only one bedroom, but Rick said I could crash on the couch. That was fine with me. Rick made room in the closet for some of my stuff, and I was struck by the number of clothes he had. And I mean good clothes.--nothing cheap here. Mmmm.

I changed out of my uniform into some cut-offs and a t-shirt. Rick kept his uniform on, for what reason I don’t know. We chatted for a while and consumed a few beers. After about an hour, I simply couldn’t stand myself any longer.

“So Rick,” I asked, “How do you afford that fancy car and this nice apartment?”

“Well,” replied Rick, “I do some work on the side when not on duty.”

Mmmm. I knew of several Marines that indeed had part-time jobs, but nothing that would produce income like this. “So what line of work do you do?” I asked, again knowing it was none of my business.

“I do porn movies,” said Rick, without hesitation.

“Oh my!” I said, “You mean you get paid to get fucked?”

“Well, kind of,” replied Rick, “Mostly I do ‘gay for pay’ videos.” I’d heard of this before…straight guys doing gay videos for money.

“Oh!” I said, “So…what’s it pay, if I may ask?”

“Well, it kind of depends on what you do,” replied Rick, “…for example, just a straight jack off doesn’t pay much. Sucking a guy’s dick pays better…and taking it up the ass pays a lot.”

“You mean you’ve been fucked in the ass?” I asked, horrified at the thought.

“Oh sure…depending on the size of the tool going up your ass, it really doesn’t hurt that much,” said Rick, not missing a beat, “…but the best pay is when you take a cum shot in the face.” (This whole conversation was becoming disgusting.) “In a good month, I can make anywhere between three and four thousand dollars,” said Rick.

Jesus! That’s real money, I thought. No wonder Rick had that nice car…and the apartment…and the clothes.

“So tell me Tom,” said Rick, “…you have any interest in doing videos? I can probably get you an audition.”

“Ah…no, I don’t think so,” I replied, even though the money sounded good.

“Look Tom,” said Rick, “You’ve got a good body…and nothing to loose. You can probably make enough money to pay for college and have some left over. And you only have to work about five or six days a month.”

“Yeah…maybe. Well, okay…if you want to set something up, I’ll give it a try,” I said, somewhat reluctantly.

“Great! I’ll go make the call now!” replied Rick, heading towards the phone.

Several minutes passed. I could hear Rick on the phone but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Finally he returned to the living room.

“It’s all set. Tonight at 8 pm. The director requested you wear your uniform,” announced Rick, “…and I’ll go with you…you know, moral support.”

The afternoon passed quickly, as Rick and I shot the shit…mostly about the Marine Corps and the experiences we’d both encountered. At about 6 pm, Rick fixed a light dinner and we watched some television. After that, I hit the shower, got cleaned up for my debut, and climbed into my uniform. Rick told me to wear briefs…not boxers. I didn’t exactly know why.

The studio was about 20 minutes from Rick’s apartment…we arrived shortly before 8 pm. There wasn’t any indication this was a business, since we entered an unmarked door at a strip mall just off the Interstate. Rick and I walked down a hallway to another door…, which read ‘CZM Productions’. The door was unlocked…Rick and I entered the room.

“Hey Rick,” said a middle age man, who had obviously just entered the room from the back. There were lots of lights hanging from the ceiling and a comfortable seating arrangement…more like a reception room.

“Hey Sir!” replied Rick “…this is my friend Tom.”

“Hey! Glad to meet ya,” replied the director, “Have a seat!” Another man entered the room, carrying a video camera. He was not introduced. Suddenly the lights came on, and the cameraman fired up his equipment.

“Okay Tom, I’m just going to asked you some questions…just relax…okay?” said the director, now perched on a bar stool. “So Tom, where ya from?”

“Ah…Arkansas…small town,” I replied.

“And I understand you want to do some porn,” said the director, “Ever done this type of work before?”

“Ah…yeah…I’d like to try, but no, I’ve never done anything like this before,” I replied, somewhat nervous.

“Well, you look mighty tough…all you Marines are…stand up, let’s take a look,” said the director, motioning me to stand up and turn around. “Mmmm, nice body. Where’d you find this guy Rick?” asked the director.

“Ha! Where else? A bar!” replied Rick, laughing.

The director asked me several more questions…mostly about what type of sex I liked… and whether or not I’d ever sucked another man’s dick…or taken it up the ass. That would be a ‘no’ and ‘no’. “Well Tom,” said the director, climbing off the bar stool, “Let’s go have some fun!” He motioned me to follow him down a hall. Rick followed. So did the cameraman.

We entered a medium sized room…the film set resembled a bedroomnicely appointed. The lights hanging from the ceiling were flipped on.

“OK Tom,” said the director, “Just remove your uniform … let’s see what you got. You can keep your underwear on … for now!”

I started to undress, wondering what I’d agreed to do. Once I was out of my uniform I stood before the director while he looked me over.

“Mmmm…nice body Tom…turn around!” said the director. I turned around, stood there for a few seconds…and resumed my previous position. “This guy’s hot Rick!”

“Okay Tom, just get on the bed. I’m going to turn on a fuck flick for you to watch … and we’re just going to see what comes up…ha!” snickered the director.

I lay down on the bed and started watching the television monitor. I’d seen plenty of porn movies, but this one was awesome. A big hairy guy was fucking the shit of out this oriental chick with a dong that must have been a foot long. She was screaming her lungs out as the man rearranged her plumbing. Naturally, my dick started to get hard.

Several minutes passed. Another man appeared in the movie and stuck his dick in the chick’s mouth. She was getting it from both ends. Now my dick was rock hard, and the tent in my underwear was painfully obvious.

“Okay Tom, just slip off your underwear…let’s see what kind of man you are!” said the director. Well, the moment of truth had arrived. I slipped my shorts off, and my rock hard eight-inch uncut dick popped out.

“Holy shit Rick!” said the director, “You didn’t tell me this guy was hung like that!”

“Yeah…I didn’t know!” replied Rick. You’d think these two guys had never seen a cock before. I think even the cameraman was impressed.

“Okay Tom,” said the director, “Just start masturbating yourself and keep watching the movie!”

I grabbed some lube off the nightstand and started jacking off. “Keep it slow, Tom,” said the director, “…and be sure and let me know when you’re going to cum.”

About five minutes passed. The cameraman was moving around the bed, covering every angle of my performance. “Hey Rick,” said the director, “I think Tom might need a trim.” He was obviously referring to my thick bush. “Yeah…I can take care of that…easy!” replied Rick, as the two continued to watch me jack off.

Another five minutes passed…I knew it wouldn’t be long before I blew my load. The director had me turn around on all fours and spread my cheeks…the cameraman zoomed in on my butt hole, as I continued jacking off. Returning to my back, my balls signaled the fact I was about to erupt.

“Ah…I think I’m about to cum!” I announced, still beating my dick. The cameraman came closer.

“Anytime, Tom,” replied the director, moving forward on his bar stool.

“Shit!” I shouted, “Here it comes!” A stream of cum came flying from my dick, landing on my chest. A second stream flew out, bouncing off my arm onto the dark blue bedspread. Then a few little dribbles emerged, leaving me breathless. There was sweat on my forehead. Let me tell you, this is hard work!

“Well…that was great Tom. I think we can use you!” said the director, tossing me a wet towel to clean up, “Stand up! Let’s get another look at you!”

I stood up, dick still semi-hard. “Yeah!” said the director, “You’ll do nicely. Rick, I think we have a winner here!”

After I got dressed, the director gave me a contract to look over, saying, “I can use you on Tuesday…10 am. We’ll team you up with another Marine. This is going to be sweet!”

Rick and I returned to the apartment…in silence. I didn’t know what he might be thinking. Entering the apartment, Rick said, “You were great man! …And that dick of yours is incredible!” I acknowledged his complement…told him I was born with it!

Rick and I shot the shit for several minutes, recounting my recent performance. Actually, it was pretty neat, showing off my handsome body and big dick. “Okay big boy!” said Rick, “We need to take care of that bush. Get the fuck out of that uniform and we’ll get you trimmed for your Tuesday shoot.”

I headed towards the bedroom to chuck my uniform…probably for the last time…and returned to the living room wearing only my briefs. Rick was tinkering with some portable barber sheers, changing the batteries.

Come over here Tom…don’t be shy! Off with the underwear!” said Rick, firing up the sheers. I dropped my briefs and stood naked before Rick, waiting for my ‘trim’…

To be continued …