Gay Erotic Stories

I decided to level up to oil painting rather than keep on sketching figures. I choose a model, a classmate, Dave, whose features were very distinctive with beady brown eyes, narrow bridged nose, dirty brown hair, and not to forget dimples on both cheek. But I intended to concentrate on his 6 feet height and sturdy built. It was just the matter of asking him by then. He agreed to 50 bucks for a photo shoot since I couldn't afford him to pose live. We went up to my bedroom or for this purpose, my studio. He flashed a few poses before going shirtless and gradually evolved into just briefs. I never mentioned for him to do so, but I guess it's just him going with the flow. He paused for a few seconds in interval. I was worried he'd back off thinking he had gone to far and just call it a day. Instead he flashed a naughty smile at me and asked if I wish for him to pose totally nude. I got shocked and gestured in a shrug. He slowly took of his brief and flashed a few teasing poses with his 7-inch meat. It's just so happens that Saturday is my brief less night assuming there was no special occasion and I wasn't planning to go out. So this made it painfully obvious to him that I was having a hard on in my shorts. He walked slowly towards me and took the instamatic off my hand and put it on the drawers beside me. My heart was beating awkwardly when he slipped his hand in my shorts and slowly pulled them it down, revealing my completely erected shaft. He moved on to my tank top, leaving me completely stark naked. I was nervous; it was the first it ever happened. The only arousal I had ever had before came form my own hand. I didn't know what to do, but he certainly did. He led on to the bed and laid me on my back before crawling up to me. I slowly felt his warm skin against mine as he crept up my body. And then finally reached my head he breathed me in through one kiss. His hands crept all over my body, touching me in all the right places. His tongue slithered down my body - the neck, my chest, my navel, pubes and finally my cock. He held my meat with both hands and started to tease my dick with his tongue. It was the best hard on yet up till today, and within minutes I reached the point of no return. I moaned and told him I was about to blow. Instead of stopping, he swallowed deeper. I could feel my dick touching the base of his throat. Then I shoot, the biggest load yet. He swallowed every least drop of it till the very last. That wasn't all for the night, although we were drenched in sweat against the cold breeze of the night. He slowly lifted my legs on his shoulders and asked if I was comfortable. He held the side of my waist and slowly punched his mighty hose into my glorious love hole. He went all the way, as deep as he could. I could feel his hard stick make its way steadily into my body as I held on strongly to the sheets. He pulled and pushed back in slowly, and gradually picking up the speed. Steadily the pain was overwhelmed by the passion I was feeling at every tip of my body. Soon I could feel his body tense inside of mine and he released his juice deep inside my body, I came once more. Than he feel upon my heaving chest and we slept melting into each others arms. The next morning, before heading home he asked if I was planning to do another painting. Since then, my life took a turn for better. For the first time I experienced love. We haven’t left each other since then. Our love wasn't merely of lust. We feel whole only when lying in each other’s arms and we shall never part.