Gay Erotic Stories

Fortunately, the photographer didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. He talked as if nothing had happened, and welcomed him in his studio. “Hi, Jim, today we’ll be shooting some beach wear, okay?” “Sure”, Jim smiled, a bit nervous, but tried to relax. “Okay, let’s start with the red trunks.” Jim saw a heap of swimsuits on a table. Scott had forgotten to put a screen as he used to, so he had to change in front of him. But he didn’t mind that, he was proud of his body – six feet high, a muscular body built in the football team, dark cropped hair, and smooth tanned skin. He just turned his back to Scott, undressed, and put on a pair of red trunks. He stepped on the carpet. Scott directed his moves, as usual. “Cool... Now put on the blue Speedo”. Jim changed into a tight dark-blue Speedo that modeled the nice pack between his legs. He smiled to the camera. Then, it was a tight yellow boxer, then a very small black and white thing, almost a jockstrap. He blushed when he noticed his dark pubic hairs showing. “I... I think this is not my size.” “Nonsense! That’s the way it should fit.... sexy!” And Scott laughed. Jim smiled. Feeling his dick squeezed by the smooth fabric aroused him a little. Next it was another red trunks.

Then it was a strange piece of clothing – it looked like a bunch of white straps. Jin was puzzled: “Gee... how am I supposed to get into this?” They both laughed. “Well, that’s a nice piece of fashion design.... I’m sure it will look great on you! Come on, let me help you.” Scott picked the swimsuit and said: “This is the way...” And he put it through Jim’s legs, pulled it up. Two narrow straps went between the legs, then over the buttocks, around the waist, and crossed over the dick, barely covering it. Scott adjusted it over Jim’s cock, which twitched and grew a little. Jim blushed again; Scott’s touch was exciting. He looked down: “Well, I don’t think it fits.” Scott smiled: “That’s because you have a hard on....” And he stroked it gently. “You should get rid of it....” And he grabbed the cock, now growing visibly, and started stroking it gently and slowly. Jim didn’t know how to take it... Scott had never before showed any interest in him. He mumbled: “Come on, Scott, cut it out....” Scott smiled: “Why, baby?” And he kissed his mouth.

Jim tried to resist, but Scott, a 40-year-old dark haired Italian, was much stronger, and forced his mouth open, pushed his tongue inside, exploring, while stroking his cock roughly. He kept Jim³s arms tightly with his left arm, and Jim couldn’t fight. Scott made him fall on the carpet and fell over him, always French kissing him deeply. Jim was completely powerless. Scott’s right hand pushed his thighs apart, and a finger probed his asshole. Then he felt Scott opening his fly, and soon a thick stiff cock pressed against his thigh. Jim moaned, helpless. Then Scott pushed his ass cheeks apart, and pressed his cock against the tight hole. Jim’s screams were stifled in Scott’s mouth – no foreplay, no lube, Scott pressed roughly and raped him. Jim thought he was being cut in two, as the raw meat entered him, he tried desperately to move away, but his jerks just made it easier for Scott’s dick to go all the way in.

When Scott’s thick cock was stuck in Jim’s ass till the balls, he released his mouth and whispered: “Oh yeah, baby, you have a real nice hot ass.... Just like I imagined... Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck your nuts out...” Jim moaned in pain. He didn’t try to fight anymore; he just wanted him to end, so that throbbing pain in his ass would be relieved. Scott squeezed his nipples, sucked his chin, his neck, and passionately, and then started to pump him, slowly at first. He lifted his legs over his shoulders, so he could stick his dick deeper. Jim sobbed, as he felt that hard cock fucking him mercilessly. It didn’t hurt so much now, he felt helpless, abandoned to that stud’s lust. Scott’s lips, tongue and teeth kept teasing his neck, his chest, nipples, arms. A strange feeling of pleasure started to spread over his body, and his moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Jim couldn’t say how long Scott rammed his ass. It was like the whole world had become one big rod filling him, making him moan, and awaking waves of lust inside him. Suddenly, Scott withdrew, and came on Jim’s chest. Jim felt the warm jism and shivered uncontrollably. He was sobbing. Then Scott rolled down, sighing deeply, and held him in his arms. And he kissed his lips, gently, caressed his shoulders softly, and murmured: “Good boy... My good Jimmy...” And licked his ear.

This unexpected tenderness made Jim shiver again. He pressed his body against Scott, he wanted to feel his warm strength. And when Scott kissed his mouth, he returned passionately. He put his arms around his stud’s neck and pressed his whole body sensually against him. A rush of lust overtook him. He wanted that man. He rubbed his naked body in his clothes, and felt the wet dick growing again. Scott was delighted, he kept licking his ears, his neck, his lips, whispering: “My Jim... Yeah, that’s it, my boy...”, and driving him crazy... When he felt Scott’s cock thick and hard again, he eagerly sat on him--he wanted it inside him.

Stretched by the fucking, it didn’t hurt a bit when it penetrated him. Jim made go all the way, till the nuts, then he moved his hips, feeling him deeper than ever. Then he unbuttoned Scott’s shirt, took it out, and licked his chest, kissed his nipples, felt his chest hair in his face. Squeezing his cock with his ass, he undid his belt and pulled down his jeans, and soon Scott was naked, his hairy muscled Italian body was glorious.

Jim moaned and kissed every inch of skin he could reach with his tongue – face, neck, shoulders, arms, armpits, chest, belly... And he moved faster, up and down, fucking wildly. The sense of pleasure was so intense he screamed, and saw more than felt his white cream in jets al over Scott’s chest and neck. Eagerly, Jim licked his cum, tasting it for the first time. Soon Scott moaned loudly, coming deep inside Jim’s ass. He grabbed Jim’s torso against his and kissed him. Jim collapsed, rubbing his body gently against Scott’s, slippery with cum and spit, and sobbed. He had never been so happy. He closed his eyes, nestling in his stud’s warm arms, as Scott was saying, smiling: “Oh, yeah...this is what I call a good shooting...”