Let me introduce myself. My name is Marco; I'm 20 years old, 5'11" tall with red hair and green eyes. I'm not what you would call handsome but I make a reasonable living as a photographic model working mainly for mail order catalogues and have modelled everything skiwear to thongs (I have quite a healthy package between my legs so I get to model quite a bit of underwear).
At my last job I was asked if I could recommend anybody else to the agency as some of the older models were getting a bit `past it' and there was very little new blood coming into the job at such a mundane level. All the youngsters wanted to model designer clothes and avoided catalogue work.
I gave them the names of a couple of lads who lived quite close to me (Joe and Tony) and they contacted the boys asking them to send pictures and they were both engaged for the next shoot. By way of a thank you the boys took me out on the piss to the local gay club and we ended up in bed together that night (not for the first time) and had a really great time.
On the day of the shoot we met up at the station and all travelled up to London together. Talk was mainly of mundane things but we did relive a little of what had happened in bed together. We arrived at the studio which was pretty small, being a room behind a shop in the West End of London, but with quite a famous photographer's name over the door. Needless to say he was not there for our shoot, such jobs were below him and we were left to the mercies of his (very sexy) assistant.
There was no changing room (or so he told us) so we had to change in the main studio, not that we were at all modest but there were several doors which must have led somewhere so the reason had to be that he wanted to see what we had to offer and having seen, he wanted to feel.
There was quite a lot of underwear in the shoot and when you model underwear, particularly very brief underwear, everything has to be `just so'. It all has to look symmetrical so your cock has to be dead centre and your balls have to mirror one another.
On several occasions when the photographer was not happy with the layout' he would saymay I?' and plunge his hand down inside whatever we were wearing and adjust things to his satisfaction, sometimes having two or three attempts and sometimes taking his time over just the one grope.
Stefan had just brought Archie from his mansion to inspect the newly furbished summer house in his massive acreage Rubin's estate. Stefan knew that the lord was interested in him, beyond what was normal. The Lord had already said that he thought his broken English accent sex and very attractive.
No, no, you should know now that yes, you're right. There are a few, and a very few, people who absolutely adore this job. I always thought that about the best job you get must be to work at a movie theater. Well, certainly there are better. This is just the best job you can get where the ticket prices do not apply to you. I'm Aidan, as my name badge says.
The health club that I go to has the best locker room set up that I could ever imagine. The club itself is enormous, covering several football fields. The second floor of the building, where the men's locker room is, has been added to and altered many times over making it a maze of shower rooms, saunas, steam rooms and whirlpools. By now, Dan and Slava have seen my erection a million times over.
This gave me access to information on other inmates that was generally available, yet not widly known because very few guys knew how to use the various references. This job alsogave me an opportunity to become acquainted with many guys I would not otherwise have gotten to know. He was indeed beautiful.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
I was 18 and he was 19, a tough biker kid, who had popped my ass cherry and taught me to love it up the ass, as well as sucking his cock. His hands clenched my round smooth ass cheeks as he jammed himself into me, grunting as he came. It was the second time he'd fucked me that afternoon, we were teens. Right after we are caught by a local town cop, Officer Ricky.
I wanted a guy - especially the cute, curly haired guys I would see at the beach - terribly, but I didn't have the nerve to approach them. I would walk the beach in Venice (the area that is gay and used to even be nude) and in a certain area off Ocean Park that used to be heavily gay. The walks would fuel my imagination and besides, I also enjoyed the exercise and fresh air.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. However his most striking feature was his big and thick dick. His name was Abdullah and he was a poor Indian construction laborer who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities.
My back was in pain and the hard floor felt good. A massage is what I needed. My roommate had declined to answer my request, as he most likely felt the sensual nature of a massage would make things uncomfortable. I admit, he is very handsome. He measured in at 6'1", athletic body, sexy dark hair, and perfect masculine hands for a deep massage. He is 28.
I stayed there with a British friend who had worked in the States a few years previously, which put a severe cramp on my sex life as he didn't appreciate me bringing anyone back to his tiny flat in London. So much for the fuck sessions I was hoping for with some hot Europeans.
It's the hottest place in town. You have to know a member to get in. That's how the management get away with the raunchiest performances that go all the way. We've got to know Mario who works out the routines and the music for his horny stripper guys. He's nearly seventy now but he is young at heart. His routines are the sexiest that I've ever seen or heard about. Dave's a straight Bottom.
5'10", 135 lbs, red hair (ugh), green eyes. He had just come home from soccer practice and undressed in his room. The full-length mirror showed all of him. Guess I am not too bad, he thought. His chest was smooth and looked pretty strong. His pecs were starting to firm up. His nipples were not very big yet--like Carl--but he figured they would grow some more. He looked further down. More precum.
None of us objected to his ministrations, after all we three are all gay and the photographer was VERY sexy.
We stopped for a break about half way through the proceedings and sat around drinking coffee and chatting, not bothering to dress. We all noticed that the photographer (Jasper, would you believe?) was ogling our packages. I have the ability to think wicked thoughts and my cock will rise without any other stimulation so I decided to put on a little show for him and I was soon starting to get hard. Joe and Tony noticed this and they also started growing noticeably. I don't know about his cock, but Jasper's eyes started to grow and within a couple of minutes I could see that his cock was, indeed, in the same state as ours.
I stood up and my cock lurched outwards where's the toilet?' I asked Jasper and he pointed to a door in the corner, unable to speak for excitement. I went into the toilet and removed the briefs I was modelling. I took the opportunity to piss while I was there, then wandered out into the studio naked, half hard and dangling the briefs from my little finger sayingSorry, I didn't want to get piss spots on these.'
Joe and Tony could hardly stop themselves from laughing when they saw the expression of total surprise and undisguised lust on Jasper's face. When we've finished here, boys' he saidwould you be interested in earning some real cash?' he asked.
`Depends how' said Tony.
Well, I do have a little sideline' said Jasper, standing up and adjusting his own cock inside his jeans.I have a movie camera set-up at home and I do a bit of work for a film company.
`What sort of film company?' asked Joe.
`It's a er...it's a gay film company.'
`You mean pornography?' I asked.
Well,' he said nervouslyI suppose you could say so.'
I paused before I said `Why the hell didn't you say so. We'd jump at the chance of being paid to have sex with one another!'
Jasper relaxed visibly and almost collapsed with relief.
The rest of the official' photo-shoot passed fairly quickly with Jasper invading our underwear even more now that he knew we werefair game' and two o'clock saw the four of us bundling into Jasper's car and heading back to his flat. There was quite a bit of equipment that had to be taken with us, some of which was quite fragile and Jasper insisted that it travelled on the front seat next to him so that he could keep an eye on it. Consequently the three of us were relegated to the back seat, which was very cosy with arms and legs pressing against one another, which soon led to hands pressing against cocks and by the time we reached Jasper's place we were really hard and horny.
Jasper must have been earning quite a bit of money one way or another because his house was huge and had wonderful views to the front with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the park.
He led us through the house and into the back garden which was beautifully kept, completely private and not overlooked by any other houses.
Joe, Tony and I immediately started stripping ready for action but Jasper said for us to stop until he got his movie camera rigged up.
We sat together on a stone bench, our cocks threatening to split our shorts we were so hard.
A few minutes later Jasper gave us the go-ahead and Joe quickly asked him if he wanted us to do anything special, but he told us just to pretend the camera wasn't there and he would try to be as unobtrusive and unintrusive as he could.
We stripped one another which took only a few seconds as we were wearing so little and then we heard the front door slam and a voice saying `Hi, I'm home.'
Carry on' said JasperIt's just my housemate and he's used to me bringing my work home.'
A slim young man with a Mediterranean complexion came into the garden and stopped dead. Oh, George' he saidyou promised you wouldn't bring any more of your porno work home. I'm sick and tired of these third rate so called actors invading our privacy.'
No, no' said Jasper as we got back to caressing and fondling one another,this is different. These are the guys who were on the modelling assignment this morning.'
`Well, George...' said our new friend.
`It's Jasper professionally' said Jasper.
Well, JASPER he emphasisedThey are certainly hot guys and it makes a change to have a bit of foreplay and not just that inane "Fuck my hairy ass, you whore" and "I wanna shove my fat cock in your hot ass".' he said, `I have made love to many men, but none of them have ever spoken to me like that, it's a real turn-off!'
Let me introduce you guys to Louis, my housemate' said Jasper (or George, if you prefer)as you will probably have noticed, he doesn't approve of what we're doing.'
We managed a `Hi Louis' between kissing, cuddling and generally exploring one another's bodies.
Oh, I wouldn't quite say that,' said Louis,I'm just sick of the usual stuff you do. These boys are really something quite different. These boys are a real turn-on.' He started to rub his cock through his jeans, and he was almost drooling as he watched the action getting hotter and hotter.
By this time we were sucking whatever was close to our mouths. Nipples, ears, navels, but not yet cocks, although how we were managing to hold off I will never know. What I do know is that all three of us (and probably Jasper and Louis as well) were leaking precum in buckets.
At long last I felt a hand on my cock (it was Tony's) and this started the action moving a little faster as we gave each other a massage until Joe knelt between my legs and took my cock in his mouth. Tony stood on the stone bench next to me so his cock was at the same height as my mouth. What else could I do? I played around the tip of his cock with my tongue causing him to buckle at the knees but he soon regained his balance and I took the whole of his eight inches into my mouth (and, of course, throat). As I sucked him I couldn't help noticing that Louis now had his cock in his hand. I beckoned to him with my free hand and he came and stood beside me. As I took his cock in my hand he slipped his shirt off revealing his slim, tanned, smooth body. He was not muscular, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His six inch cock felt small in my hand after the other guys, but it looked perfect on him. He pushed my hand away as he slipped out of his jeans and briefs and shed his sandals leaving him totally naked.
We couldn't think of anything to do, so we all went back to my place, since I lived off campus. I had gotten out a couple bottles of some liquor I had left over from the last party and we made a few drinks. We were all sitting in the living room watchin TV. I got up and put in a porno since nothing else was on. We sat there and watched about 5 pornos. They both looked at me really stupid.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. He was talk, dark and handsome. However his most striking feature was his big and thick cock. He was a poor Indian construction worker, who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities. At 22 years old, Abdullah had already had sex with lots of men.
A friend of mine owns a furniture making business and he's been trying to convince me to work for him for years. He gave me a key to the building, inviting me to make a visit anytime in order to look the place over and tell him what I think. For the past thirty-some years I've been getting up so early, even the roosters are still snoring.
This trip would be different, but I didn't know how different. The travel agent I usually used was closed for a vacation. I knew of another just around the corner but had never been there. What's the difference one is the same as another I thought. Boy was I wrong. I told him it was a business trip, but he told me I had to return from business sometime. He was about 5" soft, I was hungry. I to.
The exterminator came and tented my house and said I had to go somewhere for three days. He said I should go with just the clothes I was wearing, so I went to my neighbor and told him to keep his cat away because the gas would kill his cat. He asked where I was going to stay and I said I was going to a motel nearby. He suggested I stay with him. I thanked him but I didn't even really know him.
This gave me access to information on other inmates that was generally available, yet not widly known because very few guys knew how to use the various references. This job alsogave me an opportunity to become acquainted with many guys I would not otherwise have gotten to know. He was indeed beautiful.
Frequent jetsetter meets a boy he has never seen before. Lars is a blond slim sexy guy. He is young and knows what he wants. He snuggles closer as the flight stewerdess dims the lighting. We are going to get it on during the flight! I cant wait.
When I say most people, i mean that maybe there were only 6 people left on my floor, and possibly the entire building, that had either no where to go or just didn't want to go back to visit their parental units. What the hell was i going to do for three weeks. My friends were gone, TV pretty much sucked, the internet was only going so far and i haven't been able to relieve myself in weeks.
The computer repair man was coming at eleven o'clock so I had time for a few hours of work. I work for a large company that helped people manage their money and much of my work could be done at home. It is nice to not have to go to work every morning in a shirt and tie. Time flew by and the door bell rang. It was eleven o'clock. I opened the door for the repair man.
I do not drive for a regular employer but for an agency and anybody can telephone the agency and ask to hire a car and driver. So it was on this day when I found myself pulling up in my Mercedes outside the Mexican Embassy in Mayfair, London. The weather was hot, HOT, HOT but the air conditioning kept me nice and cool inside the car.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
I'm not meaning that he's very good explaining the subjects but that he's a very good shape. Well, he explains OK too. I loved him since the first day I looked at him entering in class. He's very young, only 4 years older than me or so. As, I'm sure, you have guessed yet, I'm a gay boy.
Like a million other college kids of my age. So, what happened was this. I do a lot of stuff with conservation, don't laugh, save the planet, that kind of stuff, and I volunteered to go with a buddy of mine, John, to do some monitoring of moths in a local woodland. Usually, I sleep like a log, but I am not used to having someone else so close to me as John and I were in our tent.
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