Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Adonis By Nathan Harvey I’d made my home in Chicago now for over a year and I loved the vitality of and life of this city. The Aston agency was where I was modeling professionally now. I’d been with them full time for a year and I am proud to say I was becoming one of their top male models. I was now being featured in everything from beer to clothing advertisements. The Aston agency was tops chiefly because of Tom Aston’s quest for exotic locations. We had shoots all over the country to satisfy his client’s needs for some something different. It was proving to be a wonderful travel experience as well as a superb job. I’d posed for skiwear in the mountains, bathing suits in the tropics, as well as doing resort collections. We were now scheduled for a whole week in LA on this new assignment. As you well know, Chicago in one of those Midwest hot spells is a terror and a week’s assignment in LA sounded like comparative heaven. This was not my first shoot in LA and the photo shoots out there were always a dream. This time I was flying to LA with several other Aston models. We were going to do a men’s clothing catalogue and Tom had chosen his hottest looking men. Some local LA models were joining us for some of the filler shots. This assignment had the promised of being something really special. We were spending the whole week on location at an elegant private estate the agency had rented. This assignment was going to be like getting a paid vacation at a fancy resort. The shoot was for a mail order catalogue called ‘Savage Male’. This catalogue catered to the rich gay male. Their clothing was expensive and elegant, and they wanted it shot in a regal setting. Savage Male was even giving us the option of buying the clothing we were modeling at a greatly reduced cost. The mansion the Aston Agency had rented for the week was outstanding. Tom Aston had even hired a temporary staff to run the place while we were there and he was really giving us a chance to live it up in elegant splendor. It was turning out to be a hoot to see just how the really rich and famous lived, and for the week we could enjoy that elegant splendor. I was surprised that Tom wasn’t there to enjoy it with us. It was going to be fun pretending for a brief moment that this was my lifestyle. We settled in that Sunday and on Monday the shoot began right on schedule. It was a hoot being photographed playing the lord of the manor modeling their smart fleece lined velvet loungewear outfit. They had me posing in front of this magnificent carved marble fireplace in the library. The day before, several of us had modeled casual wear in and around all those wonderful imported cars parked in the garage. We had been photographed in various bedrooms wearing their sleepwear and dressing gowns. All that week, every day of the shoot had been fun. Now on Friday, the last day of our shoot, they had thirty of us male models posing around the pool wearing the various colorful styles of their new thong collection. That was really going to be quite a swimwear page, not to mention a collection of a lot of grade ‘A’ beef on the hoof. I had to laugh looking at all those naked butts lined up getting their cocks and balls shaved so they would look smooth and sexy in their photos. When it was my turn to be shaved, Charley always paid great attention to me. I think I was his favorite cock. He was a man that truly loved his job. Charley, our gay little prop man, was in cock heaven. If I were a betting man I would have laid odds that he’d had at least half of the boys, and by our third day of the shoot he would probably get the other half. He was great at props and he was one great cockhound. I had worked with him before and he always took special care arranging my meat to show everything I had off to offer in to my best advantage. Charley always kidded me, saying I was the only model he knew that didn’t need extra padding to look like he had a hard on. He and I had become friends on my very first shoot with the Aston agency. He was the one working with me getting me ready for a bathing suit shots. I was to model one of those sexy thong suits, so I stood there naked in front of him. letting him shave my crotch for the pictures. He was on his knees lathering my nuts up, then it took him just a few seconds and my cock and balls were as hairless as a newborn babe. He’d deliberately gotten me real hot and bothered the way he handled my meat and I was getting a boner from all his attention. He seemed nice enough, and as his lips got closer to my crotch, I knew he wanted me. Just putting my cock to his lips, as soon as I touched them he moved forward letting my cock slide into his mouth—that eager, hot mouth. Looking up and giving me a wink and a smile, he gave me one of the best head jobs I’d ever had. After that he always treated my meat with tender loving care, like an old friend, and every now and then he would renew that friendship with those hot lips of his. Charley really had his hands as well as well as his mouth full this shoot because of the thirty-hunky models posing for the ‘Savage Male’s’ Christmas catalogue edition. He was doing all the fittings for models and he hadn’t stopped smiling all week. He was notorious as a cock hound. And it was common knowledge in the trade he had the hottest mouth in Chicago. Charley had a crush on me from that first day he had me, and that morning he followed me into the bathroom and I let him do me. I’d been a little on the horny side all week and it really felt great to get my nuts off. He was never pushy about sex or anything, so whenever I was horny, I’d just let him blow me. It was a great way to get relief and I found it paid off handsomely in the long run. Today he had tipped me off that if I wanted to make the cover shot of this catalogue edition, I would need to put out to Smithy the photographer. I really wanted that cover because the extra exposure was good for my career as well as a sizable bonus. As for putting out to get a cover, that was no big thing. Smithy was one of the best photographers of men in the business and he was one clever guy. He used his ability to shoot excellent photos, working the lights and shading of the particular model he wanted to make the selection for the cover. He always made sure his personal model choice would project better than all the rest of the models, and for that he expected sex as his payoff. In my years as a child model, I’d learned early that a good body could do a lot for a model if he had the ‘smarts’ to use it. It was the custom for our agency to pose several models in the same outfit they wanted to use for the cover. Then they would pick the one they felt had the strongest sales appeal. That usually translated into the one with the most sex appeal. On this particular cover they were featuring a slicker look pair of latex jeans with a matching slicker shirt. Charley had picked out a blue outfit that was cut real snug, and handing it to me told me, he told me to put it on without underwear. Pulling the jeans on and letting my meat run down the right leg of my pants, it really looked like I was advertising sex. Charley patted my ass telling me that Smithy the photographer was ready to guarantee me the cover if I was willing to put out to him that night. The shooting went right up to dusk. Smithy made sure that I was the last of three models to pose for that cover shot. The sunlight had began to fade when it was my turn and Smithy had them crank up some floods and arranged them to shadow and light me in that slicker outfit. With the light shining down the slicker material highlighting my body, I looked like Loch Invar ready for a night of lovemaking. Moving closer to me and directing one of the floods up and over to the side towards my crotch and thus highlighting it, he reached over working my meat into a more prominent position and getting a damn good feel at the same time. As he groped me, I pushed my meat even further into his hand making sure he knew I was willing and available. Then as I was standing, he mussed my hair slightly telling me it was necessary for a more casual look. Smithy leaned over whispering softly in my ear asking me if I was willing to pay the price to earn this cover shot. Looking into his pudgy little face I licked my lips and nodded yes, telling him I was his for the night. Watching him return to his camera, I was thinking this was just going to be another night of playing whore to get another cover. I was used to this game of earning covers and assignments this way. Sadly, it always turned out the same way--me lying there pretending to be hot, while some over-sexed pervert pawed over me. I always knew that I was just another piece of designer meat, putting out for some special treatment or assignment. Popular model or not--in the end I was just a high priced whore and I knew when my looks were gone, I would be finished as a model. I had long since given up on the idea that anyone could love me just for me. They all wanted to fuck an Adonis. After four of five more shots in that slicker outfit, they rapped the shoot. Changing back into jeans and T’s all the models and crew adjourned to the kitchen, our work was finished. Sitting around the table having our last meal together, we told each other how great the shoot was and how good it would be to get back home. Then it was time for us to help pack up all the supplies and clothing for shipment back to Chicago. Some of the models were locals from town agencies and they’d left right after the shoot pool shoot, while the regulars were left to finish and pack up. The other Aston models I’d come with began leaving to make their airline connections and as their cabs arrived to shuttle them to the LAX, I said my good byes, telling them I’d be back on the Saturday night flight. I’d called earlier before supper to change my reservations, so I could spend the night with Smithy--earning that magazine cover. We watched the last of the temporary cleaning crews finish, pack up and leave. Finally it was just down Smithy and me. We were now the only two people left in that big mansion and we now could do as we pleased. Reminding me of my agreement, Smithy told me that now my ass belonged to him and he would be calling the shots from this point forward. With a wicked smile, his first orders were for me to lose my shirt and jeans. Knowing fully well what I had committed myself to, I stripped as he had ordered me to. Standing there naked in front of him, he had me turn slowly for his approval. Breaking out into a broad smile, he told me he was really was going to enjoy fucking the shit out of my ass and that I was one hot looking stud. Now, he just stood there, drooling and lusting after my body, calling me a great looking whore. He began striping off his clothes, while telling me we were going to go for a swim, because he liked his meat wet and slick. Laughing he turned, moving through the doors and onto the patio. He barked at me to get with it and get my ass wet. I trotted out naked behind him like a little puppy dog following its master. Smithy wasn’t bad looking as guys went and at least he was in fair shape. He was around fifty-five short, but carried a little too much weight. The only thrill he seemed to get out of life was fucking his male models. Coming towards me with that horse cock of his bobbing and drooling, it was very clear that he was all excited and ready to fuck. Remembering he told me he wanted me wet and slick, I turned and dove into the pool. After swimming to the shallow end of the pool, I slowed down, waiting for him to join me. I just wanted to get this screwing thing with Smithy over with. He was getting exited and red in the face with lust in response to the sport of the attack. He moved quickly around to the shallow end of the pool, waiting for me to reach the rail. When I had made it into the shallow end of the pool, he was standing waist deep in the water, waiting for me and then he was on me in a flash. Grabbing hold of my waist and pulling his plump little body up on mine, he began mounting me like some bull breeding a heifer. In his rush to lust, he kept pushing me down under the water his only thought was to jam that ramrod of his up my ass. Struggling just to get some air, I finally managed to pull both of us over to the side of the pool, dragging him on my back. He just kept pumping my ass like a bitch in heat. I did manage to get hold of the pool’s gutter while Smithy’s hands crawled up my body. Grabbing my nipples, he began twisting them and getting himself more excited. As he tortured me, he kept jamming that cock of his up my ass again and again. For the next two hours he was like an animal out of control. He kept fucking the shit out of me like some depraved, sex-starved animal. He was worse than the rest of the guys that used me, his sex was just raw, not even a pretense of foreplay or feelings. All he wanted was to get his nuts off and I was just the cheap whore there for his night’s sexual relief. From his babbling and raving, I knew he was going to get his money’s worth out of my ass. I was making all the moves and sounds to keep him excited and give him a good bang for his buck. He feverishly clung to me, screwing his balls off. Closing my eyes, I remembered back to my years in high school when Coach Divine kept me after swim class saying he had something to teach me. After telling me to stay in the pool, he’d stripped and moved towards me. Coach had approached me from behind and I never even saw his hard cock, until seconds later he was holding me against the pool pushing his hard cock up my ass, raping me just like Smithy was doing now. He’d kept pounding his meat deep into me with his balls slapping on my ass. His only comment was something to the effect that I really knew how to give a good fuck. Coach took by force what I would have given him freely if he’d just asked. After that he kept me after swim class quite often to service him. Needless to say, I got very good grades in his class. Letting men use my body for their pleasure was something I’d been doing all my life. I just accepted the coach screwing me like another school assignment. Now lying there with Smithy groaning and pumping my ass, I kept tightening my buns and squeezing my ass on his rod giving him a great fuck. I knew the next thing he would be wanting was a head job. Going through the motions of satisfying him, making all the correct noises and groans, I convincingly told him how wonderful he was. This was a game that I’d learned a long time ago to keep them all charged up and get the sex thing over with as fast as possible. For me sex had become more of a necessity of business--never for love. Working as a model and putting out was something I’d been doing for as long as I could remember. From the day I was born, my parents told me about people stopping by the nursery and photographing me, calling me a perfect little Adonis. The hospital had even featured me in one of their advertisements giving my folks a handsome credit on their hospital bill as a compensation for using my picture in their brochure. To explain how I got my Adonis moniker, people kept calling me that and mother thought is was so cute, she named me that on my birth certificate. That name had a big part in making me what I was today. Growing up with the name Adonis, I learned to do two things really well—fight, and when I was no longer jail bate to fuck, I really began to prefer fucking. I was always being picked on because of my name. Little boys always made fun of me. As I got older, the boys had stopped making fun of me, but by then they were screwing me. My parents had never let me forget that my great looks could make them a lot of money. From that first day when my baby pictures appeared in the hospital advertisements, I became a hot commodity. My parents no longer saw me as just their son, but also as someone that could make them a lot of money. It wasn’t long after that, that my parents began using me like a possession--renting me out for profit. I began my life working as a model for advertisers. At first it seemed that everybody liked to look at the beautiful little butt of a beautiful baby. I had a ton of clippings and more of those pictures of me were naked than dressed, and as I got older my looks kept me in demand for local modeling jobs. I was finding out that those hot lights and dark studios turned a lot of photographers on, and after the shoots, they would always have me stay after to take nude photos of me. They kept me naked and posing. When I was eighteen and no longer jailbait in the eyes of the law, it was no longer just posing, I usually I ended up on the floor spread-eagled and getting fucked by them. I was becoming a very popular model—especially when word got around that I could be had. I became every photographer’s plaything. Now even the photographers were recommended me as a model to the big agencies. In the end, for all those recommendations, I got fucked many times to pay them back for their favors. Soon they began to want more than my ass, and now to keep in their good graces, I began to suck them off. After that, I learned to do anything they told me to do--even rimming the occasion al ass. In the modeling business youth was everything and I was considered a real fresh piece of hot, available meat. I was in great demand not only as a model, but also as a great piece of ass. Smithy had finally gotten enough of my ass and when he pulled out of me, we both crawled onto the side deck of the pool. I just lay there exhausted and on my back, but he was still horny and rolled over on top of me and began crawling up my chest. Squatting and taking his hard cock into his hand, he began pushing it into my mouth and began pumping his hard cock deep into my throat. He stayed hard even after he shot like the nymphomaniac he was. Still not satisfied with me, he kept pumping--sinking his cock deeply in my throat, until his balls were slapping my face. As he pumped, I wondered how many bellies I’d looked up into and how much crotch hair had I pulled out of my teeth servicing these men. It was all one big blur, I even couldn’t even begin to count the miles of cock I’d eaten, or the gallons of cum I’d swallowed. I’d probably plucked enough curly crotch hairs out of my teeth to make a decent Afro wig! Modeling all of my teenage years, I’d found out it was necessary to keep a raft of people happy, and as long as the money kept coming in, my parents were happy too. My Dad really knew what was going on, but conveniently, he looked the other way. High School had been no better. I had fallen behind and I was now almost twenty and I was still a senior. It had first started with the girls who were always chasing me. It had become a game with them to see who could get me into bed and then they could brag that they had the best-looking stud with the biggest cock in school. But the girls were just after cock. And it wasn’t just the girls that so inclined. Once I thought I’d made a real friend. He started being friendly to me and invited me over to his house. When I got to his house, I ended up in his room getting fucked. After that he started coming around to get me when he was horny and take me home with him. When he got his nuts off, he’d tell me to get out--that he didn’t hang around with queers. There was this guy I was servicing after school. He’d decided he wanted some ass in the shower after gym to show the guys how much of a man he was. I was all soaped up when he pulled me over to him and pushing me down on my knees in the showers, he fucked the hell out of me with the rest of the guys watching. Then it really turned into one wet and wild gang bang with the other guys forming a long line--hot wet, hunks--hard and ready to fuck my ass. When coach had heard laughter and the chanting, “fuck the queer bitch boy,” he pushed his way into the showers and found them all taking turns holding me down and screwing my ass. He just stood there laughing as he watched. After the guys had all had their turns screwing me, even the coach stripped and fucked the hell out of me, telling me a pretty boy like me needed a real man. As Coach pumped my ass, he told me he’d heard rumors I was putting out to the swim coach and he wanted his share of my ass too. Then as a final show of his manliness, he made me stay on my knees and blow him. When the guys saw that, it started the whole thing over again. Now they were at me from the front and rear fucking me from both ends until the final the bell rang and they had to quit. Standing there dazed with their cum running out of my mouth and my ass, the coach warned me about saying anything to anyone. Then telling me I was now the gym class whore as well as his personal cocksucker. From that day on my gym duties consisted of getting fucked by the guys and sucking off the coach for the rest of my senior year. By then I began to feel sex was just another part of my schoolwork. At least Coach gave me a good grade. It was after graduation that I was finally able to break away from my parents and get away from that whole mess. Buying an old second hand car, I packed my clothes and drove to Chicago to begin making rounds at the agencies. I was well equipped with a smashing photo portfolio and more than willing to do what ever it took to get modeling jobs. Everyone laughed like hell when I signed my name Adonis Makowitch, and soon I was just going by the name of Adonis. I had lucked out when I applied at the Aston Agency. I stood there during the interview and he had me strip to look me over. Telling me I had a great body and a good hunk of meat, Tom said he would send me out on a few trial interviews. Then Tom Aston looked up casually saying it was sometimes necessary to put out to the client or photographer to secure the job, asking me if I was up to it. Nodding, I said I was willing to do what ever it took to become successful. Standing and coming around the desk, he said he wanted me to show him just what I was capable of. I knew what he was asking and dropping my pants, I got down on my hands and knees. I could feel his hands on my ass. spreading my cheeks, and then he was in and pumping away like crazy. It was short and sweet, and when he’d shot his load, he came around and pushed his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked him until he went soft. After zipping up, Tom Aston said I was a great fuck and if I modeled as well as I fucked, I’d be a great success. Then telling me to be available to him whenever he wanted me, my ass was his--because that was part of his commission. Telling me to dress, he then sent me out on my first modeling assignment and it was a great success. I knew I had a great body and by now I could fuck with the best of them. Growing up I had learned only too well how to satisfy men. It wasn’t long before I was really in demand both as a model and a piece of ass. Soon with all the modeling jobs I was getting at the agency, the money just started rolling in. My modeling was really making a good living for me and I now realized just how much money my parents had made off of me all my life. In several months I was able to afford my own little three-room condo at the Marina Towers off State Street over looking the Chicago River and Wacker Drive. I even began saving a tidy little nest egg. Sex was surely not a problem, I was getting all I could handle just using my body to promote more modeling jobs. In fact, I had landed my first catalogue shoot by spending my weekend sleeping with the company manager. He was interviewing models and when he came to me, he had asked if I was available for a little night work. I’d learned a long time ago when they ask if you were available for night work that they weren’t talking about the modeling assignment. I spent the weekend with him and I was able to take him places were no other whore had ever taken him. As I said, I was now very good at satisfying men. By now Smithy had shot his last load and he just lay there just rubbing and massaging my body, saying he liked fucking great looking studs. Then he had me stand and he began taking nude photos of me, telling me he wanted everyone to see what a beautiful hunk he’d just fucked. The bonus for all this shit was that after the pictures, he left me alone after that for the rest of the night. Rising refreshed and just a little sore from his wild fucking the night before, I was packed and ready to leave the house by eleven AM. Smithy had begun loading his camera equipment into his van and offered to drive me back to Chicago. I almost said yes, but though better of it when I realized he’d probably want to fuck me every night that we stopped. I’d already paid my dues for the cover and once was enough. Taking pity on him and wanting to leave in his good graces, I dropped to my knees and taking his soft cock out, I took it in my mouth, slowly sucking his cock deep into my throat. His cock began to swell and harden and I my lips traveled down his shaft, sucking and licking on him and driving him out of his mind until his knees were buckling. He was shaking from passion by the time I started sucking on his cock and massaging his balls. He was begging me to take him. Going down deep on his cock, he began filling me with his cum. Holding my head tight, then he began pumping his cock deep down my throat, making sure I swallowed all of his cum. I knew then I’d given him one of the better blowjobs of his life. Wiping my lips and standing, I told him I was in a hurry to get back and needed to fly home. I knew one day I would need to work with him again and it paid to keep the camera people happy. By then my cab was pulling into the long circular driveway. I was really sorry to leave LA, because I could slip into a kind of anonymity here. LA was filled with hot beautiful young bodies ready to trade anything or do anyone or anything to get ahead--here I was just one of the boys. My cab moved slowly in that heavy traffic and it seemed to just keep backing up more. The cab crept slowly ahead, while the driver just sat there cursing at the traffic. Then when we had come to a complete stop, he really began to swear. That’s when I happened to look out the passenger window and spotted this cream puff of a 1953 Studebaker convertible in a specialty used car lot. Yelling for the cabby to pull over, I told him I wanted to look at that vintage beauty. The cabby just threw up his hands said he had nothing to loose, and let me out, insisting I still pay him the full fair to the airport. I grabbed by bag, threw him a twenty, and hopped out of the taxi. Saying nothing more, the cabby was apparently satisfied with my compromised offer, and I slammed the door. Walking into the lot and setting my bag down, I began to inspect that gem of a car. It was unbelievable; it was in mint condition, a Tacoma gray body with perfectly preserved red leather seats and a black retro top. Someone had put a lot of love and money into that little Studie. Moving around to the front, I popped that low-slung hood. I was pleased to see a jewel of a little V-8 in it. Moving back to the driver’s side I slipped into that red driver’s seat and when I cranked it up it that V-8 ran like a finely tuned watch. Soon, the ratty little salesman was all over me drooling at a hot prospect. Insisting I had to drive it, he threw my bag in back and slipped into the passenger’s seat and we were off. We pulled out of the back of the lot and onto a little used back road. Then he motioned for me to turn off at the next intersection to try it on some rough back roads to check out the suspension. As we tooled along the little gravel road with the top down, he kept sliding closer to me pointing and telling me more about the car. Soon our bodies were touching and reaching over to point out other features of the car. Finally giving up the pretence of showing me the car, he let his hand drop and groped my crotch. Feeling my cock’s instant response to his hot little hand, he cooed saying that we could work out a little something together—he’d sweeten the deal for me. He told me he just wanted a little action. Smiling broadly at him, I told him he could have anything and everything he wanted if the price was right. Telling me to pull over, he began telling me how much he could give me off the car’s price if he could fuck me. I will say this--my ass was really making me money on this trip--with the extra money from the cover shoot, and now a discount on this great little classic. Pulling open my shirt and sliding my pants down, I sat there almost naked, letting him get a good look at me. Red faced and panting, he nodded saying he really wanted my ass, telling me to pull back on the road and follow his directions. He knew a place were we could go. As we slid through the quiet little middle class neighborhood, we came to a section of older and slightly rundown homes. After parking, he lead me to one of the little stucco houses that had a “For Sale” sign posted in the front yard. Unlocking the door, he led me into the empty little house. Turning and slamming the door and locking it, he told me to strip and lay down on the floor. Standing there peeling my clothes off, he watched my every move and he too was naked in a flash. Pushing me to the floor and rolling me over on my back, he had slung my legs over his shoulders. He was in my ass and he was so hot, he was shaking as he began pumping until he’d forced me wide open, driving himself so deep, his balls were slapping my ass. I spent the rest of that afternoon with him--fucking the shit out of me. His cock was small, but he really knew how to use it. Every time he would cum, I’d began shooting and he would rub my cum all over his chest, then moving up and leaning over my face make me lick him clean. As I licked his chest, he’d get turned on again, and he was back to fucking the shit out of me. He was one horny son of a bitch, and he was really turning me on. When his lust was finally satisfied, he lay back--exhausted. He had been a great stud and that’s when I went down on him to clean him up. As a final touch of appreciation of his cock, I set to work lifting his legs and rimming his ass. For such a little man he was a great fuck--and I told him so. Driving back to the car lot, he had that satisfied smile on his face and true to his word; he really gave me a great deal on the car. Loading my bag into the trunk and peeling off my shirt, I was one happy dude. My little salesman came running out with a camera, asking he could get a picture of a satisfied customer. Then blushing, he told me I was wonderful and asked if I would strip so he could remember what a great piece of ass I was. Standing there already half-naked anyway, I slipped on the hat he offered me, then dropping my jeans and kicking them out of the way, I leaned naked on the car as he took my picture. Enthusiastically pumping my hand, he told me he would never forget me and on impulse he pulled me close, then kissed and groped me one last time. Pulling my jeans on, I got slipped into the convertible’s driver seat, turned the ignition, and I was off to Chicago--leaving another satisfied john. Someday, someone would love me for who I was and not just as a piece of designer meat. I knew my days as a model were limited and the thing I wanted most in life was someone to love me for whom I was--not what I looked like. It had been a bitch getting clear of all that traffic and smog but before the day was over, I pulled onto the Interstate and soon found myself saying goodbye to California. I was reveling in the thrill of my vintage auto and looking forward to the leisurely drive back to Chicago. I drove until about midnight and the chill of the night air and fatigue forced me to begin looking for a motel. I finally was able to find a somewhat sleazy one that was still open and had a vacancy. I pulled in and registered. The clerk kept looking out to see if I had someone in the car and finally giving up all pretense of subtlety, walked to the window to get a real good look. Then he began asking about my car. He said he’d worked at the Studebaker factory in South Bend, Indiana years ago and was one of the ones that lost everything when they had suddenly gone bankrupt. Still, he said I was driving one damn fine automobile. Reaching up and pulling a cabin key off the peg and tossing it to me, he welcomed me heartily as a guest and a fellow Studebaker fan. He then walked out with me to inspect the car. He asked when I was heading out again. After saying at first light, and that I’d leave my key on the bureau, I bid him goodnight and I pulled ahead and into the assigned parking space in front of my cabin. That night I slept like a baby--glad to be alone and free. The early morning sunlight was streaming in when I woke and I heard a soft knocking on the cabin door. Scrambling over and opening the door, I saw my little attendant standing there with a covered tray. For the first time in my life I was embarrassed at standing naked in front of a man. Handing me the tray, he wished me a good trip home and turned to leave. Pushing the door closed, I began to think that my new car was charmed--for once someone was more interested in what I was doing than getting into my pants. After dressing and packing up, I headed out to the car and I put the top down. After honking and waving to my little friend as I passed the office, I roared onto the highway, eager to get on with my trip. The day was bright and as it got later in the morning, the hotter it got, and the more clothes I took off, until I was almost naked. Cruising down the highway with the air beating against my chest and blowing my hair, I must have looked like a strange sight. Truckers would lean out of their rigs, wave and whistle and I would smile and wave back. Ladies would roll their windows down and reach out to me as they passed. Men seem to be equally enchanted and a lot of them would motion me to pull over. Then when they saw I wasn’t interested, they would speed up and pull away giving me the finger. It was a Glorious feeling to be free of the obligations of trading my body for advancement--like the cheap whore I’d become. I had just passed through a small town called Milford Valley in Nevada and as soon as I passed the city limits, I sped up to make some time. I wanted to make it to a town called Chance in Utah and find a good motel before nightfall. The narrow road was clear and the light was good, so flooring it I began pulling around one of those big rigs. Suddenly hitting a patch of gravel on the road I began loosing control of the car. Desperately struggling to regain control, the wheels went into a spin. That was the last thing I remembered. Waking in pain, I began asking where I was. Lying there in bed I hurt all over and when I tried to move my arms, I found one of them was in a cast. Reaching up I could feel the bandages on my head and face. A nurse was standing there and patting me on the chest saying, “Good boy, at least you’re awake. The doctor wants to talk to you now.” Trying to get up, I felt a strong hand restrain me and gently saying, “Not yet son, you’re too weak, just lay back and rest.” Turning I could see this massive hulk of a man looking down and smiling at me. He told me he was one of the doctors that had helped put me together after the accident. Struggling to understand, I asked “What Accident? Who are you? Who am I?” The Dr. answered. “We’d hoped you could tell us that son. Your car went off the road into a ditch. The trucker you were passing and a couple of other drivers pulled over and managed to lift the car to get you out before it burst into flames”. Then going on he said, “Your car and all its contents were destroyed by fire. Nothing was saved. Your car, your luggage, everything that we could identify you with was lost and any identification must have either been lost or destroyed in the fire. My good news for you is your memory should return in time and for now, we’ll just call you John.” Reaching to feel my face, I asked why it hurt so much. The Doctor explained I’d had some facial and skull fractures as well as deep lacerations on my face and scalp. Telling me they had to shave my hair to treat the wounds and stitch me up. Then patting my hand, he told me everything should heal, and after the swelling went down, no one would ever know I’d been in an accident. He continued, “We plan on keeping you here until you have healed enough to remove the stitches.” As the Doctor removed my bandages and began to clean my stitches, I held up a mirror and stared at this disgusting image of a bald man with a badly swollen face and all kinds of terrible stitches all over it. I looked like something out of the late night fright show. Feeling that sinking feeling as I looked at that ugly face, I wondered what I had looked like before the accident and if I would ever look like a normal man again. Weeks passed and as time passed, the stitches were taken out, and I was beginning to get some stubble on my head. Now I looked like a Chia Pet head that had been dropped and glued back together! My doctor had taken to coming in to see me several times a day, sometimes even having a tray sent in for him so we could eat our dinners together--even if I had to eat my food was through a straw. This doctor was the only really friendly human contact I had for weeks. He was always assuring me in that warm friendly tone that I would recover soon. Sitting on my bed and talking to me in his deep soothing tones, he was always so gentle and tender with me. Looking up into his gentle sweet face I wondered how old he was, forty, perhaps fifty at most, and if he was married. He was such a wonderful person. As far as his looks went he really was kind of homely, but he had such a wonderful caring way about him. I thought he was the most wonderful person I’d ever met. I couldn’t believe how he could even bear to look at my ugly, swollen face. At least I was thankful I still had all of my teeth. He began coming in evenings to visit me and even began giving me my sponge bath. He said the nurses were so overworked that he liked to give them a hand. I got the impression he enjoyed taking my gown off and washing me. When he got down to my private parts, he seemed to take much longer than was really necessary, but I loved his gentle touch. When he lingered around my cock and balls stroking them gently, predictably I would begin to swell with the excitement from his touch. He would just look up with a twinkle in his eye saying I was sure well hung. Then realizing what he’d said, he turned as red as a beet. Those times when the stitches on my face were bothering me, he would put ice on them to give me some relief, telling me I was healing fast and no one would even see any scars in just a few months. I was grateful when he took the stitches out of my face. I began to know this gentle sweet man better each day, and I asked if I could call him something besides doctor. Reaching out and taking my hand, we looked into each other’s eyes and knew what we were feeling for each other was more than kindness. Leaning down and brushing my swollen face gently, with a light kiss he whispered, “Call me Buck, but not when the nurses are around”. Fussing with that stubble that was my hair, as he leaned over the bed, I could feel his hard firm cock pressing against the back of my hand. We both realized how much more we were beginning to feel about each other. After my fourth week in the hospital, I was still unsteady on my feet, but I wanted to get up and start walking around. Buck had said now that I was walking, I could begin my convalescence away from the hospital. Blushing, he suggested I stay at his home so he could monitor my recovery, saying I would be a welcome guest for a lonely old ‘confirmed bachelor’. I would have stayed anywhere to get out of that sterile hospital, but staying with him was really exciting and I happily agreed. I knew before I could be released that I had to somehow make arrangements for my hospital bill. I couldn’t even tell them my name let alone if I had a job or any money. I knew of no way to pay them. Buck stepped in then and paid my hospital and doctor bills, saying it was just a loan. At checkout time he was there for me with a pair of jeans, tennies and a T-shirt. On the short drive to his home, I tried to thank him for his kindness and turning to me with a red face, he said he did it out of love not kindness. Parking in the drive of his little cottage, he said we were home. Then leading me to the house and unlocking the door, he led me around the house like a prospective bride--proudly showing me all of his books and treasures he’d collected over the years--just like a little kid. Finally coming to the room he called his guestroom, he continued on saying this would be my room. This was how we began our strange relationship. He would rise early fixing me breakfast, then prepare me a lunch and slip it in the refrigerator. As we were eating breakfast, he would ask what I wanted for supper. I would shrug my shoulders, saying anything would be wonderful after that hospital food. Then from a dark part of my mind, I asked him to pick up a Chicago style pizza. Looking up sharply, he asked if I was from Chicago, Illinois. My brief memory then slipped back into my subconscious as quickly as I had thought of that pizza. Shrugging with cloudy thought I said I just didn’t remember. As the weeks passed the stiffness was leaving me, I began to really be able to move around better. As some of the swelling in my face went down, I was even beginning to see a face that I liked in the mirror. My hair was now become a curly black cap covering my scars and even my eyebrows were beginning to grow in thick and lush. I wasn’t great looking, but I was getting better every day. When I would hear Buck at the door in the evening, my heart would jump. I was always eager and excited to see him. One of the things I loved was sitting in the kitchen and watching him as he prepared our supper. As I began to feel better, I decided one night wanted to surprise him and I cooked our supper and had it hot and ready to serve when he arrived home. I’d set the table and even put candles and flowers on it to make it special for him. I met him at the door, and leading him to the dining room, set him down and served him. I had fixed him simple pasta with chicken covered with a white cheese sauce. I had brandied coffee and brownies for dessert. He seemed thrilled and as we loaded the dishwasher, he hugged me saying he wanted to keep me around to take care of him. Blushing, I held him tight and said I would love to stay with him and impulsively gave him a kiss. Each day I was beginning to remember more about my life. I began to be able to do more things. First it was cooking, then I started cleaning the house and trying to make making a home out of it for us. That was when I began to realize that I had fallen in love with him. Even though Buck was a successful doctor, on the home front, he was really a slob. He seemed to care little about the way he looked or how his home looked. His house wasn’t decorated--it was furnished. It was a house--a collection of stuff, not a home. Every day I would push around a piece or two of the furniture, trying to make the rooms more home like. When Buck would get home he would look around, pleased at the little touches I’d done, saying how nice everything looked. Then one day he forgot himself and gave me a big hug telling me I was spoiling him and he loved it. Then pulling back blushing at his intimacy, he told me to take things slow that I was coming along and healing nicely. I had long since felt this strong growing sexual desire for him and I noticed each time we hugged we held each other just a little longer and a little tighter. I was sure he felt the same way about me. Finally in desperation, I decided if he would do nothing about us it was time for me to approach him and to declare my feelings for him. I had decided to tell him I was gay and that I was in love with him. That night I lay there in my bed until around midnight getting up the courage to make my move. Then stripping, I slipped naked into his room leaning over and kissing him lightly on his forehead. Stirring, he awoke immediately and realizing what was happening, reached up pulling me down on top of him. Holding me and running his hands over my naked body he covered my mouth with his and we melted together as his tongue forced its way deep into my mouth. I felt his body tremble responding to mine stopping only to tell me he loved me. Holding him close as our mouths touched and his tongue slid deep into my mouth. With our tongues dancing together, we began exploring each other’s bodies. I told him then how much I loved him and wanted him. My hard cock slowly worked its way to that sweet spot between his legs as my body responded to him even faster than my mind was. The passion of my love for him made me desperate to have him. I craved the consummation of our love. Peeling off his pajamas, my lips began searching for his nipples and finding them, I began licking and sucking them, then licking my way down his hairy chest, teasing and tweaking at his body with my tongue and teeth. My hands were all over him caressing and pulling on him. I began rubbing my hips against his cock, slowly inviting his body to investigate what I was offering him. “God you’re good!”, he laughed, “I knew you were a great lover the first time my hands touched your unconscious body--that first night in the hospital and you responded to me.” As he talked, I continued kissing and sucking my way down his body until I finally arrived at my goal. I slipped my mouth around his swollen cock. Sucking that sweet precum from his cock’s head and turned on by the masculine taste of his body, I began to blow on him like he was my only joy in life. Toying and tickling his cock with my tongue I could no longer stand it, and finally plunged down, letting his cock sink deep into my throat. I was going wild with the feel of him in me and I wanted to possess all of him and I reached around to his butt and inserted my fingers up his ass. In a passionate frenzy, Buck seemed to already have been anticipating my fingers, as I slid them up his hole and he began working them further into his quivering ass. He seemed to be inviting my cock in and I couldn’t deny his desires. We became as one that night. Hot and bucking he was incensed with passion and screaming his love for me as I pumped him full of my love. Moaning in pleasure we lay there with my rod deep inside him. Then after a while, he slipped off of me and mounting my chest, pushed his rod deep into my throat. Slowly at first, then with an excited frenzy, he began pumping, forcing himself deeper into my throat finally letting his load shoot deep into me. Panting and with tears in his eyes, he whirled around moving us into a sixty-nine position and I felt his hot mouth hungrily lapping at my balls. He simply inhaled my cock, his meat now hard again and ready for action and we began blowing each other in a frenzied passion. All through the night we were like newlyweds—sucking and fucking and never getting enough of each other. I’d never wanted a man so desperately in my life as I wanted Buck. This man had become my life that night. Our weeks then seemed to pass so quickly now and our love only grew deeper each day. Every chance we had, we spent together in each other’s arms. Then Buck began bringing catalogues home from the hospital’s waiting room and choosing things for me to wear, saying he wanted me to have everything. I began ordering only the clothes I knew would please him and as my wardrobe built up, I felt this new revival of style. I dressed now only to please my lover and as my hair grew, at last I was covered with this crown of rich black, curly hair. My face continued returning to its natural shape and the swelling receded more every day now. Daily, Buck would look at me marveling at my face, telling me how handsome I was becoming and how much he loved me. I was grateful I was becoming more attractive, but now I wanted to be perfect, but only because it pleased my lover. It happened suddenly then, I was looking over this one catalogue with this handsome boy one the cover. I kept looking at him standing there in that shiny blue outfit and slowly the memory of that shoot began to return. Buck had said my memory would return and suddenly it was there. I’d begun to remember everything. My modeling, my life style, everything and I was ashamed of the man I had been. When Buck returned that evening I told him I’d remembered who and what I was. Tearfully I told him what I was and that I had to go back and finish up my life, my obligations. We lay in each other’s arms that night swearing our love. That morning I packed the few possessions I had, and as we embraced he told me he would be waiting for me to return no matter how long it took. After driving me to the local airport, we stood there like lost lovers waiting for my flight to be called. Then taking my hand he slipped on a wedding band and then he put another on his finger, saying we now belonged to each other forever. All that flight back to Chicago, I wondered how I would ever be able to live that kind of existence again. I had given my heart to a man that loved me for myself and all I wanted now in life was to belong to him. When I landed at the Chicago airport it was a matter of a quick cab ride until the super was unlocking the door to my condo. Pushing the door open past the mail and magazines that had piled up during those months, I wandered through the rooms filled with the elegant possessions of my former life. They meant nothing to me now; I only wanted my true love. Picking up my phone, I discovered it must have long been disconnected. I went down to the lobby to call AT&T to get it turned on again. Then the next thing was getting things straightened out with the agency. I spent the better part of the week sifting through the paperwork, mail, and straightening out my financial affairs. I had missed so many contracts and engagements that it was difficult explaining to everyone about what had happened to me. It was hard at first getting back to that grueling schedule. When they knew of my accident, people were very generous in letting me reschedule all the missed engagements and giving me more time to organize myself. Now however, I refused any and all of their sexual advancements, telling them I was saving my body for my lover. He was the most important thing in my life now and I lived for our long telephone conversations and all those wonderful letters of his. All through those harsh winter months I would sit there by the fire looking at my wedding ring and re-reading my wonderful letters from my lover. Then closing my eyes remembering him and our lovemaking together. My only desire now was to be in the arms of my lover. At last by spring my commitments for the runway shows and the modeling assignments were fulfilled and my contract with the agency was up. It was a simple matter of telling them I was retiring from modeling, but I would be available only for specialty shoots and free lance work for my regular clients. Within the week I had listed my condo for sale and arranged to move my furniture and the rest of my home to my lover. Buck was a wonderful doctor, but a terrible housekeeper and I looked forward to making our home together special with my things. I had waited all my life to find someone to love. The flight took entirely too long. As my cab pulled into his driveway, Buck came running out and we hugged and kissed. After paying the cabby, he quickly unloaded my suitcases while I babbled on about my things coming down in the moving van. No sooner were we inside, than we were struggling to get ourselves naked and make love. I was with the man I was going spend my life with. I was with the man that loved me for who I was and not what I looked like. Comments to Harveynate@AOL.com