Gay Erotic Stories

The news came as we were all standing around the pool waiting for the star of our photo shoot. There had been a crash on the winding road up to the house and Mike, the handsome model who was to appear in our ad campaign had been injured and taken to hospital. I was the Ad Agency Art Director, who had been flown to L. A. to supervise the shoot for one of our major Clients - a perfume house who had hired us to launch a new men's cologne. My brief was to work with one of the world's leading photographers to produce a shot of our model that women could drool over, and men admire. But now we had no model. Until the phone rang, we had passed a pleasant early morning. Andreas, the photographer had picked the location - a stunning house high in the Hollywood Hills with a pool cantilevered out over the canyon below. We had agreed that we would shoot the model nude against the pool railings which would then be retouched out of the photograph, so that he appeared to be standing against the sky - which, this being Southern California, would be a beautiful blue. All good plans, but now rendered useless without our model. We had a small crew of helpers on the shoot. Besides me and the photographer, there was a lighting man, a hair dresser, a make-up artist and another assistant. All were pretty obviously gay, which given the well known taste of the photographer, didn't really surprise me when I arrived from New York. All of them had made me feel welcome and comfortable and despite my own sexual preferences being in the opposite direction, I had had a good time with them over dinner the night before and, until our catastrophe, we had continued our light-hearted relationship during the morning's preparation. In a worried huddle, we agreed that we should call casting agents in L.A to see if any guys on their books matched our brief, and were available immediately. Andreas shrugged his shoulders, said that it was their problem, and that he and his assistant would hit the 'phones. He suggested that as there was little I could do to help, I should make the most of things and take a swim. As usual on shoots, I had dressed for comfort - sneakers, a pair of baggy shorts and an extra large T shirt, but I had no swimwear with me. The other guys laughed at this news and promised not to molest me if I wanted to skinny dip. I shucked off my shoes, pulled my T shirt over my head, dropped my shorts and dived into the pool. I swam some laps, heaved myself out of the water and lay panting on the side of the pool. I stretched out on my back and closed my eyes, as I dried off in the sun. A few minutes later I felt the heat of the sun blocked from my body, and looked up to see Brad the lighting man, Joel the make-up artist and Steve the hairdresser all standing around me. "Hi guys" I said, "What gives?" The three of them squatted down around me with smiles on their face. "You didn't give us much of a clue about what you had hidden under your baggy clothes " said Joel. " Yeah man, you are soooo built " said Steve. " Ever done any modeling?" asked Brad. "Oh no. Count me out guys. I just couldn't do it. Anyway I'm the designer of this ad remember and I know I'm the wrong type." "What do you mean? You're a real stud man," said Steve with more than a hint of desire in his voice. "Well thank you!" I said "but you may have noticed, given that you guys are all so close, and I am like totally naked and all, that I am more than a little bit too hairy for this job. We need a smooth guy so that we can capture muscle tone. You know, like Calvin Klein ads!" Steve reached out and grabbed a handful of chest hair. "Oh we can fix this. Do you really think that all those smooth hunks in Andreas' photographs are naturally like that?" "Sorry guys but I just can't. I'd be too embarrassed." "You may have no choice " said a voice. Andreas had returned from calling the casting agents and had obviously hit a blank. "If you want the shot this side of next year, we've to get it today. My schedule is full for months!" He ran a finger across my chest and tweaked a nipple. "Come on. I'll be gentle with you " I had no real choice. I had to have the shot and it would be a rear view and I had to admit, I had the butt to do the stuff. "O K guys, the show must go on, I suppose." Joel and Steve grabbed me by each arm and pulled me up. I was taken, still naked, into the house to a large marble bathroom and sat on a stool. They walked round me discussing what was needed, made some decisions and went to get their equipment. Steve washed my hair and gave it a trim. They discussed me as an object rather than a colleague. "He's got good hair Joel, I think we should leave enough so that it just curls onto his shoulders. What do you think?" "Well we're going for a back view, so I think that will look good. He's got really wide shoulders and that real muscular back, real hunky, macho stuff you know, so the softness of the dark curls will contrast and add interest. We'll need to shave off the fluff on his ass and his legs of course." "Yeah right. OK guy it's shave time, let's go." "The easiest way is if we all get in the shower" said Joel. " OK?" They stripped and led me into a large walk-in shower. I had to admit that although I had been naked in many showers with other men at the gym and at college, this was beginning to feel a little different. After getting me wet Steve told me to put my arms up and hold on to the shower head. Then taking one side each they began to soap up my body. I closed my eyes and, to my surprise, enjoyed the sensual feel of their hands as they worked up the lather. My cock began to stir as it brushed against one of their hands, I could hardly contain my embarrassment, and kept my eyes firmly shut as it grew to it's fully erect size. "Mmmm that's a hell of a dick you have there!" Steve murmured into my ear. He leant against me and I could feel his stiff cock rubbing my butt as Joel continued to massage the thick lather on my chest. He dug his fingers into my pecs and pinched my nipples, before letting his hands travel down the front of my body and grasp my rock hard cock. "You are so right, Steve" he said "I think that this part of the job is a real bonus." I could find no words, as I responded to their actions with increasing pleasure. I could feel Steve's cock as it slid between my soapy thighs and Joels' against the ribbed wall of my stomach. I was the meat in the sandwich and had to admit that I was getting off on it. My revelry was interrupted by Andreas' sharp voice. "What the fuck are you guys doin ? We have work to do, get that guy shaved!" We all looked shamefacedly at the world famous photographer, who was standing at the entrance of the shower. "Sorry Andreas, but this guy is so hot we couldn't resist!" said Steve. "Shave him!" said Andreas roughly. My two soaped up companions reached for their razors and began to shave the thick black hair from my body. They started on my chest, each taking a side, one pec each. They seemed to be dividing my body between them as they worked the razors carefully around my big hard nipples. They had just finished my abs and started on my thighs, when I remembered that this was supposed to be a rear only shot. I was about to protest that they hadn't needed to shave my front, when Joel turned on the shower to rinse me down. I ran my hand over the smooth muscles of my chest, felt my cock harden again and decided to go with the flow. They shaved my legs, back and front and told me to bend over. One of them held my ass cheeks apart and lathered my crack. I felt the cold razor as it shaved my butt to a baby smoothness. "OK" breathed Andreas. "Lie him on his back. I want his balls shaved. Make sure there's no hair on the shaft of his dick and leave just a patch of pubic hair." One part of my brain couldn't believe that I was being treated like a slab of meat, the other told me that it was the horniest thing that had ever happened to me and - judging from the reaction from my cock, that was the side that was winning! I was so hard that my balls ached. Steve took hold of my cock and very, very gently shaved it and my ball sac. Joel held back my balls so that Steve could razor that delicate part between my legs. They pulled me up for Andreas' inspection. I had never felt more naked and I loved it. Andreas ran his hands over my pecs and down to grab my cock. I could feel Joel's hands start from my feet and then progress up my legs to my ass. He knelt behind me, pulled my ass cheeks apart and stuck his tongue into my butthole. This was new for me and I gasped with surprise and pleasure. As Joel feasted on my ass, Andreas took my cock in his mouth and sucked on it hard. Steve contented himself with licking and chewing on my big juicy nipples. With all this attention it was all I could do to stop myself coming, something I ached for, but didn't want just yet. Andreas released my cock, stood up, and stripped as naked as the rest of us. He was a big, big man and assumed control. "OK big boy, now's your chance to feel what its like to fuck a man!" said Andreas. "Get down on all fours, Steve." Steve did as his boss had ordered and offered up his bubble butt to my waiting cock. He pushed against it eagerly and I felt the tightness of his butt hole grip me as I pushed into him. Andreas positioned himself at the other end and drove his thick meaty cock into Steve's mouth. Joel tried to force his cock into my mouth, but I resisted. I concentrated instead on fucking Steve's like an animal. Joel began jerking his own long slender cock and, when it seemed from the noises that Andreas and I were making that we were about to come, he splattered Steve's back with a rain of jism. I lost all control and fell on Steve's back, as I came in a torrent into his ass, as Andreas came over his face. We collapsed in a heap, covered in each other's jism, all exhausted. "Hey you guys, you all finished in there?" It was Brad, the lighting man. "I'm ready to go out here, where's our model?" We picked ourselves up, I was showered clean, and led naked to star in my own ad. I stood looking out over the canyon, as the camera shutter whirred behind me. The warm breeze played on my oh so naked skin, and slowly, my cock began to harden. I closed my eyes and thought of the post-shoot pary--and smiled.