Gay Erotic Stories

The Tail Of A Model (Or Licking Doug's Asshole) I am a professional photographer. My little studio is lucky enough to do some photography for one of the popular men's catalogs that's available. You know, high-fashion clothes, swimsuits, underwear and such. So I've lately been in the company of a lot of really gorgeous men. None of them turned me on, however, until I met Doug. He was booked for a catalog shoot, but his agent kept insisting that we put if off for a week, even though that didn't really fit my schedule because we completely close the studio for one week every two months to give the staff a break. However, I finally agreed to come in during the off week for the shoot. The agent explained that the delay was needed because the catalog only uses "adults," and our new shoot date was two days after the model's eighteenth birthday. I guess I can understand that, as some of the underwear and swimsuits are pretty racy. When Doug showed up for the shoot, It was as if Adonis walked in my door. Yes, he was just barely 18, but with gorgeous good all-American good looks, Unusual for a model, he was a little guy, maybe no more than 5'7" tall, and 130 pounds. But it was all muscle. He was not overly-built, but had a rock hard little body. Olive skin, black curly hair and deep brown puppy-dog eyes let know just why this little guy was on his way to a successful modeling career. "This shouldn't take long," I said, noticing the small bag he was carrying with clothing for the shoot. "I wouldn't be sure about that," he said. "I've got about a dozen changes." Wondering how that could be, I said "A dozen? Is wardrobe sending over more?" "Nope," he said, gesturing to the little bag. "Got it all with me. Just undies and bathing suits. Speedos. Most are pretty skimpy, so they don't take much space." "Interesting," I thought, and Doug went off to the changing room on the other side of my building, instructed to meet me in the studio when he was ready. I was adjusting lights when he walked in, wearing the first swim suit. It was cut like boxers, but skin tight. He was gorgeous, with perfect muscles, and smooth tan skin that was completely hairless, except for a tiny "happy trail" of little black hairs beneath his bellybutton. Doug was a natural, and the camera just loved him, and he loved showing off for the lens, too. After the first shoot, Doug disappeared back to the dressing for a change. When he returned five minutes later, I almost dropped my jaw. He walked in wearing the tiniest little metallic gold thong bathing suit you've ever seen. It couldn't have had more than a few square inches of fabric in front, and in back nothing but a gold string running up the crack of his beautiful tan little ass. The little front pouch couldn't have been any tighter. It was easy to judge that Doug was about average in size, maybe even ever-so-slightly small, but it fit his little frame perfectly. I could scarcely contain myself for the shoot. Then it was time for the next outfit. "It's going to be a pain running back and forth all day," Doug said, as he picked up the little bag that he'd brought back with him. "I'll just change in here." Without a hint of modesty he peeled the little thong down, standing in his naked glory as he rummaged through the bag. He was a beautiful sight, his muscular little body without the hint of a tan line, and a nice patch of black, curly pubic hair, closely trimmed to keep it from peeking out of the tiny briefs and bikinis he modeled. He was mostly limp, but his beautiful, perfect penis did seem to be "perked up" just a little, as if he was turned on by his exhibition. Ten more outfits, and we were done. As I was rewinding the last roll of film, Doug (now wearing a blue and red thong bikini with a white star on the crotch) asked "Would you mind taking some personal photos for me sometime? 'Skinnies,' I mean." In model lingo that means nude photographs. Not an unusual request, as many models, especially men, include nudes in their portfolio. "Sure," I said, "Now's as good a time as any." "Great!" he said, and quickly peeled down the bikini. "Where do you want me?" he asked, casually fluffing his pubic hair for the shot. I put him through a series of poses that really showed off his hot little body. I knew as soon as he left I would head to the darkroom to develop these as quickly as I could. "That's it!" I said, finishing with the last of the standard poses. "Just a couple more," he said, "And these are for my girlfriend." I suspected what he had in mind. He laid back naked on the sofa we were using, one leg bent at the knee, thighs somewhat apart, and hands behind his head. "Give me just a second," he said, closing his eyes. I could tell he was thinking. Suddenly, with one slow steady move, his beautiful little penis began to rise, growing and stiffening until he had a wonderful rock-hard erection. "Ready!" he said with a sly smile, and I began shooting. When doing male nudes, I usually keep them somewhat teasing, even a little discrete, not always with the crotch fully visible But not in this case. These were dick shots, pure and simple. And I couldn't help but noticing it wasn't such a little dick anymore. "Now, the butt," he said, rolling over to show his tight little backside. I shot away. "And one last pose," he said, positioning himself down on all fours, rear end facing the camera. "Ready?" I asked. "Almost," he said, the dropping to his elbows, he arched his back down to hike up his ass even more, while spreading his knees so far apart his penis almost touched the floor! He sure was a limber little fellow. "That's an astronomy shot," I said. "What do you mean?" "Full moon, with a view of Uranus. 'Your anus.' Get it?" He laughed, "That's the idea!" I shot away, even moving in for closeups. His beautiful tan little ass was tight from muscle tension, with smooth, tan skin. His wonderful balls hung between like two small peaches with heavy black fuzz, thanks to an electric trimmer I suspected. And above, the most perfect, puckered little anus, with not even one hair around it. "What are these gonna cost me?" He asked, his little butthole occasionally puckering even tighter as he talked. "Nothing," I said, adding "Just a few minutes with that asshole." "Shit!" he said. "A fuck's worth more than these pictures." "I don't want to fuck you," I said, "I want to lick you." "Hell," he said, "You can lick my asshole for free." And I did. With one move I put the camera down and moved toward his beautiful butt. He dropped to his chest, leaving his arms free. With one hand on each cheek, he spread them even wider. "Just want to make sure you do a good job," he said. I licked away. At first, just light little licks, around the perimeter. The slight razor stubble I felt on my tongue let me know he did indeed shave not just his rump, but tightly around that little anus as well. The first lick right on the hole brought a happy moan out of Doug, and I licked harder, bearing my tongue down hard, right on that wonderful little asshole. "That's great!" he moaned. "I love that, but my girlfriend will just barely lick, and rarely then." I decided to give him a treat. Burying my tongue, I licked as fast and deep as I could, my tongue frantically twitching and dancing inside his hot asshole. "Oh God!" he said after about five minutes, and I felt his anus pucker tight as his cum shot onto the floor. I had made my first man come, without even touching his cock. After a ten minute rest, Doug was dressed, and ready to leave. "Thanks man," he said. "What are you doing Tuesday?" "Nothing," I said. "Why?" "I'll be back," he said, "To do the same thing to you that you did to me. And a little more." I smiled. "Would you call me a cab?" he asked. "Sure," I said. "Didn't you drive here?" "Drive?" he said. "Not hardly. As he left, knowing that I had spent thirty minutes licking the anus of a teenage boy, I knew that there would not be another encounter between us. I could not allow it. The next Tuesday, I decided maybe I had dismissed him too hastily. What changed my mind? I guess it was the wonderful feeling of friction as Doug's hard little penis moved slowly in and out of my asshole.