Gay Erotic Stories

The party was over. We were all re-dressed and we were finishing up the liquor and food and picking up any loose condoms. As usual, now that passions had cooled, everyone wanted to talk about something else besides sex and especially the man to man sex we had all enjoyed before. Oh, Peter and I did not mind the change in attitude of the other guests. We had seen it before. Straight guys who had enjoyed, in the throes of passion, telling the two guys who had been servicing them in vulgar and obscene language how they wanted their cocks sucked or how they wanted them positioned for anal intercourse did not want to be reminded of their straying over the lines drawn between hetro and homo sex.

Well, when the conversations had thinned down to what they planned to do next summer during vacation, Jock Rockhard, stood up and made an announcement. “You guys are all well hung and hot studs. I know ‘cause I took care of your dicks or saw Freddy here doing the ones I didn’t get a chance to do. You know I do porno flicks.” Here Jock, or Peter as I knew him, looked around at the satisfied faces of the crowd. “Right now,” Jock continued, “I am producing my first porno and I need four or five guys who I could get to do small parts. These parts are all where the volunteers would get sucked or get to fuck one of the other actors and they would not do anything they did not want to do.” Jock stopped again to see how the crowd was taking his statement.

“I would like to do it,” Keith spoke, “but I wouldn’t want anyone to see me do it.” Keith and Ricky had been Jock’s sponsors at the party.

“Nobody will know it is you in the scene. You will be dressed and made up like a fishing boat sailor and the main attraction will be your beautiful cock. I know how tasty it is and I wish we could let the audience know it as well.” Jock laughed and then continued, “The best thing we do is make up. We make guys look younger and some older. You seldom see a porno actor on the street looking like he did sucking cock in a flick.”

“How about the names?” asked Tommy, the short boy with the big cock.

“All the names are made up also,” Jock replied and he hoped that Tommy would be a volunteer as he had big plans for the part that cock would be in a scene he would also be in.

By the time we were locking up the motel room, Jock had a list of five names of volunteers--Ricky, Keith, Tommy, Kevin, and me. The parts we would be in were scheduled for the following Monday night at the old vacant furniture store building on the outskirts of town.

Monday morning came and I went over to Joe’s apartment for coffee and what else I could get. Joe had a student from his school visiting him who had spent the night in Joe’s bed. Both Joe and Ronnie, the visitor, were naked when I came in the kitchen. Before long, both Ronnie and I had breakfasted on coffee, coffee cake and Joe’s big fat sausage as well as bringing each other to a juicy climax while Joe watched. Ronnie was quick to tell me that Joe was the only guy that he would do as straight trade and I believed him as Joe is just the kind of guy a lot of us would be happy to make happy.

I told Ronnie of my plans for that evening and he said he would like to get his foot in the porno business and offered to volunteer with me. I was sure that Peter (aka Jock Rockhard) could find a place in his picture for a man as talented as my new friend, Ronnie. I told the new recruit I would pick him up on my way to the “studio.

Ronnie and I arrived just as Ricky, Keith and Tommy drove up. In a few minutes, Kevin arrived on his motorcycle and we all entered the old building by its back door together; the six of us all signed releases and waivers and more papers at the desk of middle-aged man of obvious middle-eastern origin. The man told a young man standing nearby to call Jock. Jock came to meet us and told us he was relieved that we all showed up as he had feared some of us would “chicken out.”

Much of the picture had been done so Jock told us what our part was to be. The story was that an airplane carrying eight young mining engineers had crashed on a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean off of South America. In the months that followed, each of the men had entered into homosexual relations with the others as there were no women on the island. Jock Rockhard, the star, had used each of the other actors in one-sided sex parties and the other engineers had resentment towards him. The small part our group of volunteers was to play was a fishing boat full of randy fishermen, two months from homeport, landed on the island and rescued the engineers, who being very appreciative and also being very much used to gay sex, became willing partners with the randy fishermen in a farewell to the island sex party. Jock was forced to agree to do his share in the acts of appreciation.

Jock asked Ronnie and I to become so passionate in our affair with the engineers we were to have sex with that we would end up in mutual sex and not just one-sided sex like the others would be having. We, of course, agreed. For our reward, we each got to select our partner from the eight engineers.

Milling around some make-up tables, Ronnie and I found the eight regular actors and Ronnie picked a good-looking Mexican and I picked a masculine blonde who I found out was from a Minnesota farm. We found a table and each got a beer to get acquainted.

Movie sets had been made to represent different parts of the island and I thought they were very well done. Ricky, with his light colored hair now black and a medium mustache, was in Levis and a denim shirt was with a guy who was about his age and by some rocks with a large screen in the background of the ocean waves coming in to shore, was soon as naked as his partner and went from being sucked off to fucking his partner who was up against a fake tree. There was a director, two cameramen, a sound man, a “fluffer” and a lighting man just out of camera range but Ricky never seemed to mind the audience and did a good job, in my opinion. When our boy had finished his act, he joined us with a big smile and said it was a great experience. My selected partner, Carl, said we were sure to be invited to the party at the end of shooting and we accepted in advance.

Next, with fresh beers and sacks of potato chips, we watched Keith go to the set that Ricky had used. It was strange to see Keith with a blonde wig that needed trimming with a full blonde mustache dressed in garb similar to that worn by Ricky. The actor that approached Keith was a nice-looking mullato in ragged shorts and a torn shirt. The actor knelt in front of Keith and pulled his Levis down to bring to light Keith’s nice manhood which he promptly began to suck. We could tell Keith wanted the African-American’s butt to use as I remember his using mine. Very shortly, Keith was mounted on the actor and two cameramen were moving around the pair taking shots of what was happening to the love hole of the young actor. Very effective use of action, I thought. As soon as he was finished, Keith joined us proudly. “That is a great piece of ass,” our boy Keith stated and he waved at the actor as the young man walked gingerly to a chair. The actor gave a big smile and waved back.

Jock, the star of the movie as well as the producer came to a different set of a mock-up of a crashed aircraft and Tommy, the shorter boy with the large cock was standing looking at the crash. Jock spoke some lines and indicated that he desired to thank the rescue team by giving Tommy his body for his pleasure since a short guy like Tommy probably had a small cock. Tommy smiled a big smile for the camera, dropped his Levis and his nine plus inches of hard prick popped out. Jock (aka Peter) first looked shocked at the monster and then he was on the juicy looking thing like a fish on a worm. Tommy was in full charge of the sex and he used Jock like he was the well known two dollar whore. Later, Tommy told us that he was told to be so macho because Jock had been pretty much the top of the men on the island and this was to be the scene where our host got put in his place. Some critics said it was one of the best male porn scenes in several years. As Tommy walked away from Jock, his limp cock swinging like a pendulum, Jock was on his belly with his legs spread wide and his well used fuck hole was shown gaping wide open. As Jock lays there, apparently exhausted by the fucking Tommy gave him, the other actors, naked and with hard pricks are lining up to rape their helpless ex-top to get revenge for the rough treatment they had from him.

While two camera men and a director filmed the revenge scene, Carl, my Minnesota farm boy, and I were led to a mock-up of the crashed airplane and we stepped into the cabin. Next we went to a mock-up of the cabin and the camera caught us entering. I had been in makeup and my face was entirely changed with long sideburns, a fisherman’s cap, a black curly wig and my eyebrows dyed black also. In the cabin, the director explained what he wanted and told us to have fun. Since it was the director’s order, Carl and I did have fun. We shared a deep kiss and then a two minute 69. Carl had nearly as large a cock as mine and we each fucked each other in the missionary position, the dog fashion, and standing with our hands on our ankles. The director was pleased as we each were able to shoot a nice cum shot on the faces of Carl and mine. The director told me he could get a real orgy out of the film we gave him. As I was leaving the set, I was to forget my cap.

The director asked me if I would do a “cameo” in the scene set up for Ronnie and Arturo and I was happy to oblige. The two main actors in that scene had already been filmed watching Carl and I enter the plane and then leaving it. Their scenario was in the plane’s cabin we had vacated and Arturo sucked Ronnie good and then rimmed him before the Mexican slipped his cock up Ronnie’s ass. My part of the plot was I was to return to the cabin to get my cap, catch Ronnie being fucked and I was to put my cock in Ronnie’s mouth for him to suck me and to face fuck my new friend. As Arturo was shooting his cum on Ronnie’s butt, I was giving him a cum facial. I certainly enjoyed doing my part to make the movie almost Academy Award material.

Kevin later told me that he had appeared with four of the other actors had an orgy in some sand dunes with a large screen behind them of the ocean’s waves. The boy from southern Nevada admitted to me that he had been fucked by one actor out of range of the cameras and sucked off another also out of range. The part of the scene where he appeared, he was one way and supposedly straight. Kevin also told me that he was going to spend the night with the two actors and maybe a few others at the house of the guy who was behind the desk where we signed our papers. The boy said he was telling me since he felt he could trust me to keep his secret. After a moment, Kevin added that Tommy was thinking of going with him and that big cock would be the hit of the evening. I told him that I would also keep that a secret.

The evening shooting had finished and we were scrubbing off the makeup and joking with the other actors when Peter came into the cleanup room and with him was Mr. Goldenrocks and Mike. Mike said that Peter had told them how much we had done for the picture and how he appreciated everything.

I was surprised to find out that Mr. Goldenrocks was one of the principals in financing the movie, the working title of which was “The Rescue on Poontang Island.” Mr. G and Mike thanked all my friends and gave each one fifty dollars in tokens for the bookstore.

Mr. G wanted to see the rushes from the day’s shooting and he let me watch them. All the guys who had come with me and also cum with me, looked good but I could not stand to see myself on the screen as I looked awful, I thought. I told Mr. G that my career as an actor was over and he laughed and said I did not look that bad. “In fact, Freddy,” Mr. G went on, “I would like to get a private video of you and Mike and me if you would not mind.” The thought that Mr. G and Mike might be watching me doing them while Mike was sucking off Mr. G or maybe getting the older man’s big hard cock up his ass was more compelling than I could refuse.

The other guys had already left except for Ronnie and I since the shooting for the day was supposedly over and Mr. G found a cameraman still in the building talking on a telephone. At Mr. G’s request, the cameraman, Arnold, said he would be glad to shoot the private video. Arnold lighted one of the sets that appeared to be outdoors near the fake beach. At my suggestion, we asked Ronnie to join in and he was happy to be included.

Mike said he wanted to be the director also and he told us the plot would be that he and Mr. G would be taking a stroll dressed in their suits and they find me sucking off Ronnie naked with our swim suits on the ground. Then Mike and Mr. G would lower their pants and shorts and we would suck them and they would fuck us as they desired.

That shoot went very naturally and after going from one to the other in sucking, Mike gave Ronnie a good fucking while we watched and then it was my turn and Mr. G finally got to fuck me. The older man proved that experience is the best teacher and it was one of the best piece of ass pleasing I had ever had. When Mr. G pulled his eight inch cock out of me, I fell to the floor like a well used dish rag as my knees were too weak to hold me up. Mike said he knew how I felt as he had received the same several times already.

While I recovered my composure, Ronnie gave Arnold a blow job and an ass rimming I wish we could have caught on camera but none of us knew how to operate the camera.

Mr. G and Mike had Ronnie and me over to watch the private video and I had to repeat that I was through with show business as I looked awful on the screen. Mr. G said I looked good to him, especially my back bone as he was laying his log in me. Then Mr. G said he was having a hundred of the fifty minute film copied to send to friends all over the world.