Gay Erotic Stories

***The following fantasy is a work of fiction*** Sam Elliott had a lean year or two in between his college days and his early success as an actor. He worked a few part-time jobs during this period but still needed money to pay the bills so he did what a lot of other young men have done in Los Angeles; he posed for "physique" photographs wearing nothing more than a posing-strap. Hardly any of these photos survive but I've seen one of them and even at age 21 or so it's clear that Sam already had a sensuous charisma. Rumor has it that Sam also posed naked and with a hard-on for a few "exclusive" photos but I rather doubt this, knowing that he always kept within a strict set of limits. I do know that he occasionally hired himself out as a male prostitute in the mid-1960's, but even here there were various things he would not do, even if this meant a reduction in income. He might be induced to jack-off in front of a client and he might occasionally allow a client to suck on his dick, but that was about it. He did, however, make a practice of selling his used briefs and made a fair amount of money through these transactions. I've been told that Sam was once advised to shave his chest and his balls since that might make him appear younger and thus more appealing to clients but he refused to do so. I crossed paths with Sam several times during these days since I was also in the "modeling" and "escort" trade, though on a somewhat lower level. Early in 1965 he approached me with an offer that both surprised and pleased me. Apparently Sam had met a client who wanted to watch Sam "do it" with another young man. Sam had said "no" but he really needed money and the client kept raising his offer and eventually it reached a point that Sam could not refuse. He offered me a 40% share of this money if I'd let him fuck me in the ass in front of his client. Needless to say I accepted and two nights later I found myself sitting naked on a bed with Sam inside a Beverly Hills bedroom. The client, whom I never saw, watched us through a large two-way mirror installed on one wall. I'd never seen Sam naked before and it took me a few moments to adjust to the fact that I could now look between his legs at his exposed sexual organs. Then it took me another few moments to accept the fact that I could reach over and touch him and even lick him. Before long, however, I'd begun to get into the spirit of things, encouraged by Sam who whispered to me, "Let's give him a good show." So we rolled naked on the bed for a few minutes, hugging and kissing and groping and indulging in a lot of heavy breathing. I got hard but Sam still only had a half-erection. "Maybe ... Maybe you could suck me a little," Sam said, almost apologetically. I bent down between his legs, licked his unshaved balls, and then went to work on his cock, starting at its head and slowly working my way down its shaft. Sam groaned and squirmed and spread his legs further apart, and something told me he wasn't just putting on an act. "Okay," he said, pushing my head away from his groin. "Get on your back." As previously agreed, I positioned myself in the center of the bed with my legs pulled up and then bent down so that my knees came close to my shoulders. Sam crouched before me, aiming his cock between my buns and looking a bit nervous. "It's all right," I whispered. "Just push it in me." Sam wedged the tip of his cock against my hole, which I'd previously dabbed with a touch of lubrication. Then, hooking my ankles over his broad shoulders, he began to nudge himself forward. "Harder," I whispered. "I can take it." Sam pushed some more, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth half-open, his face turning red. I tried to relax my sphincter and maybe this helped because just a few seconds later, with an almost audible "pop," Sam forced his way inside me with one muscular thrust. All 7 or 8 inches of his erection now rested inside me and I could feel his pubic hair, as well as his balls, resting against my ass. For the next several minutes he rocked back and forth on the bed, sliding his cock in and out of my body with such vigor that the bedsprings beneath us made a loud creaking noise. I added to this noise by gasping out things that I knew most clients wanted to hear: "Oh, you're so big!" "You're splitting me in two!" "Shoot me full of cum!" Despite the fact I was putting on an act, my pleasure was definitely genuine. I'd never felt so large a cock inside me and I'd never had a sex-partner who'd turned me on the way Sam did. I wanted this moment to last forever but, inevitably, Sam couldn't keep his thrusts up forever and eventually he collapsed on top of me, his powerful chest forcing my knees to brush down to my ears. I knew then he must be squirting a river of semen into my guts and I let out a yell that echoed off the walls of the bedroom. The client left us our pay in an envelope in the back hallway. He must have been pleased with what he saw because the envelope also included a generous tip. Sam and I showered, dressed, and left the house. I told Sam I would be available to do other things with him, if he wanted, and he said he'd keep me in mind, but he never contacted me again. A few years later, Sam's acting career began to take off and I sent him a note of congratulations when he won the lead role in "Lifeguard." He sent me a polite but generic "thank you" note. His prostitution days were clearly behind him but I'm told he sold the Speedos he wore in "Lifeguard" to a collector who specialized in men's undergarments. I guess some habits are hard to break.