Gay Erotic Stories

I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 18 and moved directly to the locus of art activity in New Orleans, the French Quarter. Then and now, the Quarter was the center of visual, musical and performance arts in the region. I didn't want to go right into college, so my parents paid for private art lessons with an instructor who had a studio in the Quarter. I had two classes a week; one live figure drawing and one pastel still life. The pastels were a piece of cake. The figure drawing was tough, and the instructor, Greg, was unrelenting in criticism but was giving with praise. I grew to like and admire him.

What I didn't like was that from week to week the models could be male or female. Now, there were more young guy models than girl models, but the girls were always nude and the guys (all beauties) were always draped in some way. My nascent homosexuality wanted to see all naked men, all the time. This was solved when Greg said to me, "Tim, I'm starting an all male nude figure drawing class. Why don't you drop the pastels and join the new class?" I agreed immediately.

The new class was Heaven. Every week I was an arms length away from some beautiful stud. Of course I knew I was gay but I was extremely shy, especially in the face of such naked beauty. Greg seemed to notice this, came to me and said, "Tim, would you like to pose for me nude?" I blanched and Greg quickly said, "Oh, not here! At my place. And I would be the only artist."

"Well, okay. When do you want me?"

"Tomorrow about 8?"

"I'll be there."

Greg said, "Oh, Tim, there's a little money in it for you!"

"Great! I need it."

Greg lived in a 200 year old town house from the Spanish Colonial period. Greg's apartment was in the garret, four flights up. I was out of breath when I got to his door. He said, "Sit down, Tim, I'll get you a beer." While he was gone I looked at his work on the walls. He was a master! All male nudes. He brought me the beer. I said, "Greg, I never saw your work. They're magnificent. I want to draw you like that, Tim."

"Me? But..."

"Tim, you're a very beautiful boy. If I can capture half of your charm, I'll hang you in here, too.”

He reclined me on a sort of raised chaise lounge and set up an easel. He sketched for a while, arranging my head or my cock. He also kept the beers coming. I thought he was going to come on to me. Greg was an attractive man. I wouldn't have said no. But after about 2 hours, he said, "Okay, Tim. You'll come back?"

"You bet!" He gave me an envelope which when I opened it on the street contained $50. I had to celebrate and I was horny.

I went to the baths occasionally because you could be shy and usually still get laid. I had this windfall $50, so I got a big room with porn TV. Of course I left the door open, got naked and laid on my stomach, with a pile of condoms and some lube. Within 5 minutes, I felt a hand exploring my ass crack. He opened a condom, rolled it on and plowed into my asshole. It hurt but I loved it. This guy knew how to fuck. After about 15 minutes, I looked around and saw 5 other guys in the room. The first guy came and left. Another guy slipped his dick right in. A third put his dick at my lips and I swallowed it. It was a marathon and I was the road. After they were all done with me, I closed the door.

I woke up in my bed with a slight headache and a throbbing ass that I loved. I masturbated thinking at first of those guys in the baths but then my fantasy went to me nude in front of Greg and I came big time.

That night, posing for Greg, I couldn’t keep my hard-on down. He kept arranging my dick, which only made it harder. Greg said, "I think I'll start a new sketch. Tim, would you mind if next time there was an observer?" "Anything you say, Greg."

"Good."

At the next regular figure class, there was a stunning male model. Greg came over and whispered, "That's our observer tomorrow night." I nearly choked. "He thinks he might know you."

"Me?" I looked at the model intently as I sketched. How could I not remember this magnificent piece of flesh? At the end of the class, Greg inspected the students' work. When He got to mine, he said, "That's going in the gallery!"

Two nights later was my session with Greg. When I got to his door, it was opened by the beautiful model. He said, "Hi, I'm Noah. You're Tim. C'mon in. Listen, don't mind me tonight. I'm only here to observe."

Greg came in with beers. The easel was set up, I got undressed, a little embarrassed to be naked in front of Noah, although he had very little on. Noah. Something in the back of my head said, ‘that name's familiar’. You just don't meet too many Noah’s. But I would have remembered this spectacular hunk!

Greg sketched another two hours, then said, "Oh, where's my mind? Tim, you've met Noah?”

I said, "Yes, Noah let me in."

Noah walked over to me on the chaise and said, "Actually, Tim and I met 7 or 8 years ago." I must have looked startled. He said, "5th Grade, Mrs. Stewart. 6th grade, Mrs. Johnson…”

"Noah Adams?! But..."

"But I'm all grown up." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I loved you then. I love you now." He kissed me with a passion I never knew existed. He climbed up on the chaise and took me in his perfectly formed arms and kissed me again.

Greg said, "You can have my bedroom for the night if you let me sketch you fucking.

We both said, "Done!"

Greg was unobtrusive and quiet as Noah fucked the living bejesus out of me. He would come and immediately have another hard-on. He fucked me for two hours and I didn't want him to stop. We went to the bathroom together and held each other's dicks as we pissed (just like we did in grade school, Noah reminded me). Passing Greg, we saw his sketches. They were amazing, inspiring. Somehow, he had caught us in every position, and there were quite a few.

Noah and I looked at each other and had the same idea. We each grabbed one of Greg's arms and dragged him to bed, took his clothes off and kissed and sucked his enormous dick. Greg fucked me as Noah got under and sucked my cock. We traded places several times until we were all exhausted and fell asleep in a tangle of arms, legs and cocks.

When we woke up, Greg had cafe' au lait and beignets from Cafe' du Monde. He said, "Tim, you can draw figures better than I can. Why don't you model? And Noah poses for other artists that pay."

I said, caressing Noah's perfect bicep, "Yeah, but they don't have Noah’s waiting for me to fall in love with." Noah and I kissed.

Greg asked, "Could you two hold a kiss for an hour?"

"Try us!" We kissed for an hour. Greg got his sketch.

And for a long time, I never worked with my clothes on.

The end.