Gay Erotic Stories

I must admit I often have fantasies concerning big men. Muscular studs with long, thick cocks turn me on the most. It doesn¹t have to be a real person, or a person I know. Even drawings or cartoonish drawings with huge, over inflated dicks make me hot and hard, and ready to blow my load. Fortunately for me, I have the perfect job. I am a videographer, with legitimate business doing TV commercials, and human interest pieces, and with a great booming porn business on the side. I have sold action videos to all the major studios that do all male porn, and have, over the years, gained quite a reputation for innovative, creative video production. For about a year I was in negotiations to get two of the hottest studs together on the screen. I even developed the script, and contacted agents for Ken Ryker and John Holliday, two of the best looking, best built, best hung studs in the business. I had heard that Ken was out of the business and that John wasn¹t too much into doing gay stuff, having posed mostly for women¹s magazines. But I thought, what the hell, if I can entice them into a good story with a good script, maybe they¹d do it. One day I was sitting in my office and the phone rang. The voice at the other end said, in a deep, resonant voice, "Hey, this is John Holliday. Your story caught my interest and I'm ready to come in and talk real dollars and real changes in the story. Is Ryker on board?" I stuttered and stammered, "Uh, n...n...no, not yet." I could feel my prick itching and moving, at the thought of John Holliday actually calling me. "A friend of mine presented the script to him, but I haven¹t heard anything." "Hell, don¹t worry. I¹ll give him a call and play hard ball with him," Holliday said with a chuckle. "When can we meet you?" "How about Monday, around 10 AM?" I said, crossing off anything else that was even near that time in my date book. "Monday will be fine. Ryker will be there, I guarantee it." All weekend I reread the script and made minor changes in it, but basically I thought it was pretty hot just as it was. It was the story of a gym owner, played by Holliday, and his younger protege, Ryker, and the tension that exists between them because they are both good looking, built, and cocky. One night in the gym, after everyone else has left, John is trying to shut the place down, but Ken won¹t leave. John finally has to force him to leave but in the process, they get into a wrestling match, end up with their clothes getting ripped off, and suck and fuck each other into the steamiest shower scene ever imagined in the history of gay porn. As I pictured it in my mind, I could feel the precum dribble out of my hard dick. I pulled out the folder i had with the glossies of both of these hot studs, locked my office door, and slid down my pants. I stood, flipping the pages, while my own hot dick stood at attention. Two of the photos really turned me on. Both of them were of the guys holding their long, thick dicks, with a look of ecstasy on their faces. I came quickly, blowing semen all over the folder and the glossies. Damn! Now I¹d have to get new ones! I had a hard time concentrating all weekend. Sunday night I couldn¹t sleep. Finally, when I did drift off, the video I was planning played out in my sub-conscience. I woke ejaculating in my bed from the best wet dream I¹d had since my teen years. I knew it was going to be a great day. The men arrived promptly at 10. Ryker was dressed in very tight jeans and a tapered cotton button shirt, unbuttoned about half way down. He had sandals on his feet, and no socks. He was somewhat unshaven, but looked very fit, not the least bit pudgy as in some of the early pictures. Holliday was dressed in fine looking chinos, a crisp white shirt, and a bright red tie. He wore shiny loafers with no socks. He was truly a sight! Every hair was in place, his nails were neatly manicured, and his face looked as clean as a babies ass. "Welcome, gentlemen," I said, extending my hand in a business like and professional manner. "It¹s great to finally meet you both." Holliday spoke first. "Yes, well, let¹s get down to business. I have here a list of changes we need to make in the script and a suggested fee for both of us. There is no negotiation. If you want us, you¹ll take it, otherwise we¹re out of here." I looked at the list, and the figures, and was pleasantly surprised. The changes were very minor, and a couple of them I had already made. The money was below what I was willing to offer. We were in business. But, of course, I had to make them believe we were going to negotiate. "Ken, is this okay with you?" I wanted to hear him speak. "Sure, it¹s fuckin¹ fine," he growled. "Hey, what¹s with the attitude?" I asked. "Oh, I¹m sick of people thinking we should get less money just because we do porn. I really think the price is a little low. But John convinced me that it's all we could get." "John, is that true?" I asked. "Sure, I know what my work is worth. If I did respectable work in regular movies, I know it would be worth more. But porn isn't respectable, now, is it?" "You know guys, I might be willing to raise this, but I¹d need a screen test first." I had some method in my madness here. "You two have never worked together before, so how do I know how hot this is going to be. I have an intuition about it, but I want to be sure." Okay by me," Ryker growled. "Yes, me too," John added. I led the guys into the vacant studio, checked the light and the video camera, and told them to get to work. The set had a weight bench, a cot, a nautilus type machine, and a bench. I figured if they were going to work together, they could figure out what to do. Almost immediately, Ken stripped off his shirt and went to the weight bench and started to pump iron. I could see that his dick was getting hard, and knew that this was going to be fun. John went over and said something to him, I couldn¹t hear it, but it must have been a challenge. Ken sat up as John pushed his basket right into Ken¹s face. Ken unzipped the dress slacks and pulled out the huge, hardening cock. With his long fingers, he played with the balls and cock, sticking out of the chinos. With his hands free, John started sexily stripping off his tie and shirt. I had to move around to get a clear view of his hard pecs, nipples, and eight pack. My God, he has an eight pack! What a stud. By the time I focused on Ken again, he was sucking John¹s huge, thick cock. My own was getting very hard and ready. Ken had had lots of experience doing this, and could inhale the entire length of John¹s shaft. In and out, hotter and harder, until John¹s face went completely blank, and his eyes rolled back. He let out a deep, long moan, and Ken pulled John¹s cock just to the opening of his mouth and tongued it until it exploded. Cum ran down his chin and John just blasted and blasted. He slowly let John¹s still somewhat hard dick slip out, still dripping globs of cum. Then Ken stood up and put his hard arms around John¹s neck. He kissed him with a very passionate and deep kiss. John was working to undo Ken¹s jeans. When they were open, he flipped out Ken¹s dick and massaged it with his own massive hands. Ken¹s hard dick was throbbing, and you could see it rising and falling. John went down on Ken¹s dick and started giving him a fast blowjob. Ken was just about ready to cum. John just grabbed it with his lips and kept on sucking, until Ken just wailed and let out a moan similar to a fog horn. Then at the top of his lungs he shouted, ³F....F....U....U....C....C....K....K....K!² By this time I too had opened my pants and was beating my meat. I had not cum yet, and looked over and saw that the guys had collapsed on the weight bench. Not to be left behind, I walked up behind John and placed my dick on his waiting ass hole. He jumped a little, and placed his hands back there to spread his anus for my entry. I went in easily, with John lying on his front on top of Ken, lying on his back on a narrow weight bench. I was sure we would fall off. As I was setting a pace with John, Ken moved up and John once again had his dick in his mouth. My rhythm with John matched his rhythm with Ken. I was hard and holding on long, but knew I was going to blow. Just as my balls tightened, and I could feel the hot sperm swimming up stream, I heard Ken again, ready to shoot his load. We both blew at the same time. I seemed to be the only one with any energy left, so I pulled out and pretended to be still filming. John laughed, "You think you can fool us into believing that you're still shooting? The only thing you¹ll be shooting the rest of today is that rod between your legs." I laughed too. I thought perhaps we had a winner on our hands here. These two hot studs had such chemistry, that I was sure we¹d make plenty of money. "You know guys," I started, "The money figures were about half of what I was ready to offer you. Do you think you can work for more?" Ken looked up from under John. "Shit, with this stud, and you on the set, I¹d work for fuckin¹ free." Ken looked sly and responded, "Don¹t you mean you¹d work for free fucking?" Very funny," Ken responded, and squeezed John's ass, and kissed him hard again. I was back behind the camera, because I knew they were heating up again and I wanted to catch every cum dripping minute. I did, and the film was a hit. Only, it had very limited distribution. All three copies are on my bookcase, and John and Ken both now live with me and work exclusively for me. God, I love this business.