Gay Erotic Stories

New York city. It was a cold November day. The rain pounded the window of the cab that drove me to the photo shoot. I had signed a contract with men's underwear catalogue. I was supposed to meet the photographer and another model at the studio. I was late. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did that day. I just had a fight with my girlfriend and I hadn't heard from the one person that I could talk to on days like this. I paid the driver and ran up the stairs to the studio. I knocked on the metal door and waited for an answer. I glanced at my watch. I was only twenty minutes behind, though I didn't need the bullshit from my agent if the photographer complained. The door slid open. I was greeted by a fairly good looking guy in his late thirties. He smiled and shook my hand. "You must be Chace." I apologized for being late but he said he had to set up anyway. When we walked into the main room, I was introduced to the other model. He was this gorgeous Italian stud. His eyes were ice blue and his hair thick and jet black. He was wearing a silk robe. He told me that the designer had to leave, but left a bunch of articles that we had to model. I went into the dressing room to put on my stage make up. Tony, the other model came in to keep me company. He asked where I was from. I told him and he in return told me that he was from the Bronx. He watched me as I stripped and put on the boxers and robe we were to start with. Fuck he was hot. The shoot went really well. Every time we changed, Tony watched me and often had a smile on his face. About a half hour passed before Tymon, the photographer offered us some beer. We both drank quite a bit and the shoot began to get a little off the wall. A couple of times both Tony and I had to re-adjust because the gentle brushing against each other got us both hard. Finally Tymon asked us if we would be interested in doing some pictures for his nude portfolio. Both of us being as pissed as we were, agreed. "Let's take it a few steps at a time." He offered. He positioned us with Tony's back to my chest. We both still had white briefs on. Tony's muscular buttocks brushed my cock. I could smell the musky scent of his skin as his neck brushed past my nose. The camera began to click. The flash bulbs lit the room. We began to move to the different poses. My head began to swim. To be continued...