Gay Erotic Stories

Catching Up On Things After a half-dozen dead end, go nowhere jobs making just enough money to feed my face, I struck gold---a job modeling clothes at a shopping mall near home. The various men's stores in the mall wanted to show off the latest fashions and they wanted me representing them. I felt like I had just won the lottery, I was so happy. And my parents were proud when they saw me up on the runway before a crowd. "I think you can make a down payment on that car you wanted," my dad said. Then, pop, the bubble burst. One afternoon the runway was gone and a termination check was waiting for me. The other models who were let go were stumbling around in a daze. One was crying. He was the one who needed support from the rest of us, so we met at his home for pizza. "What happened?" somebody finally asked and the room went still. Nobody had an answer. "Aren't you glad now you didn't buy that car you wanted?" Michael asked me and then I really became depressed. Mike promised we'd go back to the mall for answers, but I was close to tears thinking about that car I had to give up. "There'll be another car," he said and I was in tears. I ran off to a back bedroom and cried my eyes out. Mike came in after a bit, removed my shoes, and put me under a blanket. "Let me know when you're hungry and I'll fix lunch." Sometime later, he returned to check on me and began rubbing my neck and shoulders. A backrub would feel awfully nice, I thought, and lifted my T-shirt up an off. "You need to relax," he said, and turning me on my side unfastened my jeans. I raised my hips and he took them down and off. After he removed my socks, he got out of his clothes and then came back over me for that backrub. "What about me now?" he asked after he tired, and then I straddled him. "There's some oil in the bathroom," he said, so I went after it and a towel for him to lie on so we wouldn't stain the bedsheet. "Maybe you'd better take my underpants off," he said, and raised his hips. I took them down and off, then shoved mine down and off. He was the one with a boner to show off. He locked into my gaze with the weirdest expression then and raised his arms out to me. I got a boner then. And he wanted it in his mouth. He had me move forward until he got it in his mouth. "We can't do this again," I said after I came, and reached for my clothes. But back home what we did and the pleasure I went through was all I thought about. "You've got that far away look in your eyes again," mom said. "You thinking about another job?" No, I wasn't thinking about another job. I was thinking about how long it took me to enjoy some sexual pleasure. And how embarrassed I was telling Michael I had never been with anyone else. I was nineteen years old, for heaven's sake. And getting ready for college. What a day it had been. I lost the best job I ever had and walked out on the first guy who ever made any moves on me. It was one of those days . . . well, it was just one of those days, that's all. I got to the telephone and called Michael. "What are you doing tonight?" I asked. He laughed. "What do you have in mind, babe?"