Gay Erotic Stories

"A little more to the right," I suggested as Logan adjusted himself beside the pillar. His blond hair framed his cherubic face and those steel-blue eyes that seemed to catch and reflect each spark of light that hit them. The pearliest white teeth I had even seen further enhanced his fabulous smile. He was short, shorter than most of the models I shot, but there was something different about him. It could have been the innocence, the slight southern drawl, the unpretentiousness or the way his eyes appeared to follow the camera no matter where it moved. I needed a new individual for a photo lay out; someone the public had not grown tired of; someone uninhibited. I had found it in Logan, a drifter, turned model, or so he said. He had hitched a ride down town a couple of days ago and we talked as I drove and he expressed his interest in doing a spread. I decided to take him on and see what he had to offer. He posed in a white linen shirt unbuttoned to reveal a smooth, well-defined chest. My eyes traced the length of his body, taking in every feature. Only a slight patch of blond hair began slightly below his navel and trailed down below his jeans' top. He had unbuttoned the top button and allowed the denim to hang loose, revealing the very edge of his pubic area. His feet were bare and tan, contrasting against the white backdrop. I stopped the session to spray his hair down with water and continued shooting. He took on even more of the essence of a little boy as he stood there with deviate strands of hair hanging over one eye as he peered out. He moved a hand down into the top of his jeans and his bulge appeared to grow instantaneously to gigantic proportions. "Last shot," I uttered, "take a break for five minutes." Once the shoot began again I wanted to get him into a more relaxed frame of mind. "What's the kinkiest thing you ever did," I asked wonderingly. He simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders, one hand resting on his hip and the other pushing his hair back from his face. I continued on, determined to get a response. "Did you ever do it," I paused for a moment, "on the beach, in a public place, or maybe a moving vehicle." He began to grin; I had stirred memories. "Well," he began, his voice trailing in a low southern drawl like molasses on a January morning. "It was on a bus coming here to New York," his hands began to roam his body and I continued to snap away. "At the bus station in Lexington we picked up a young man, 'bout my age I guess, dark hair, sun glasses, denim jacket and jeans. "I usually go for the more sophisticated look, but there was something about him that caught my eye," he smiled slyly, "probably the bulge in his jeans." "We made eye contact as soon as he got on so he came straight back to where I was seated and took a seat across the aisle from me." Logan's hand moved slowly into the top of his jeans, rearranging his ever increasing hard-on. His right hand moved up and playfully pinched his nipple. "We rode on for several miles, talking about where we were going and just bull shit mostly I guess. His eyes kept wandering down to my crotch area, but he always took his eyes away if he thought I noticed. It started to get dark and all the other passengers, probably six or eight, were snoozing, engrossed in a book or staring out the windows into the blackness." "It wasn't long before Tom, that was his name I found out, got up and moved toward the back. He motioned for me to follow." "I slid in beside him on the back seat, not really expecting anything to happen. "I've been drinking can you smell it?" he asked as he bent his head near mine. I never got a chance to answer as he slid his arms around me and began to kiss me. His tongue was quickly inside my mouth exploring every crevasse. I could feel his hand on my crotch, squeezing as it grew bigger and bigger." Logan's pants were fully unzipped now and the top of his Mickey Mouse boxers peeped from the v-shaped opening. "And!," I encouraged him to continue with his story. "I put my hand up under his shirt, his belly was covered in a light fuzz and his nipples stood at attention. I slid my hand beneath his jeans and cupped his ass in my hand. I could tell he enjoyed it by the low guttural moans and the way his kissing became more intense." "Then he whispered in my ear, "Wanna suck my ass?" That was a big affirmative. We struggled to continue kissing and remove our pants at the simultaneously; it was difficult. We somehow ended up in a butt to face position with me on the bottom. Tom's mouth quickly attacked my man-sized cock with gusto. His tongue slid silently over the engorged surface, around the mushroom head and then he swallowed it full." Logan stopped the story for a moment as he stepped from his jeans. His cock appeared to be fully erect by now as it strained beneath the fabric of the cotton boxers. "There I was with this gorgeous ass just inches above my face, so I dove in, " Logan licked his lips as he conversed. "His ass wasn't that hairy, just a little trail from his balls. I took in the aroma and spread it open with my thumbs. I lapped at the whole area, then making my tongue into a point, I entered his soft pink ass ring. His moans became louder even with my cock buried down his throat." I began to notice just how great Logan's body looked from his tiny waist to his well-defined arms and those nickel-sized nipples that seemed to always stand at attention. His tongue moved out and slowly licked his lips as I zoomed in for a close-up. He slid in one fluid motion to the floor; his legs folded back under him, bending his body back and arching his back. I slipped a couple of shots of his hot looked crotch as it appeared to continue to grow. The head of his cock was now protruding slightly through the opening. "We were really getting into it as I rimmed his ass good and he was about to get me off. I worked a finger into his ass and felt his cock growing harder as it lumbered down, hitting me just below the chin. We flipped to our sides and he continued sucking me as I licked his balls, returned a finger to his ass and went in for the kill. His cock looked huge by the occasional light that slipped in through the night. I licked the pre cum from the eye and slid the long tan shaft down my gullet. He tasted salty like he had just finished a swim in the ocean. Our sucking grew more intense as we fucked each other's faces like the first time we ever got laid." He smiled and pulled down his boxers to reveal his well-primed boner. His hand slowly massaged his tool, rubbing it from base to tip. With the first droplets of pre-cum emitted his thumb twirled it in circles around the massive mushroom head. There was only a small patch of light brown hair surrounding its base and his huge balls hung low in a smooth tan sack. He slowly turned to reveal his luscious ass with two melon-sized globes. Logan's thumbs pressed into the crevice, pulling apart his cheeks as I zoomed in on his hairless pink hole. It gaped open slightly and beckoned a rimming as my mouth watered with anticipation. My cock was not taking this well at all and had risen to mammoth proportions inside my slacks. I continued to keep my camera focused despite my distractions as Logan worked a single index finger inside his anal opening. He had turned slightly sideways now and grinned as he slowly fingered his love chute and pinched his nipple with the free hand. He buried two fingers up his anxious ass while his free hand slowly massaged his massive cock. All the while he licked his lips and looked straight into the camera. Knowing it was all captured on film; Logan continued to smile his devilish smile, flashing those glimmering teeth. I had never really intended to do nude shots. These were actually for a main line modeling portfolio, but why stop now. "Anyway," he continued, "We were making quite a bit of noise, but no one seemed to notice us. There were a couple of old people and some Mexicans, who may have not even spoken English. The back seat was getting a real work out and so were our cocks. I could feel Tom's thighs tighten and he gave a little whine as cum splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed some, but quickly pulled his cock out just as it let go another load across my face." He gripped his cock with both hands stroking it slowly and with parallel movements. He leaned back exposing his ass and stroked with fervor as beads of sweat broke loose and ran down his neck and shoulders. The room was filled with sexual tension as I watched the spectacle unfold before me. I rubbed my free hand across my fabric-covered crotch, now stretched to capacity. I watched as his toes curled up; thigh muscles tightened, and his face grimace. "I really didn't think he was the type to drink my cum, so I pulled him off my cock just in time. However, Tom quickly replaced his mouth with a well trained hand and jerked me to a eruption." With one last quick jerk of Logan's hand a fountain of cum gushed forth, puddling on the canvass-covered floor in front of him. Another still impressive stream shot into his hand and he moved it toward his face. His face now accented with sweat-drenched locks falling into the path of his eyes; he continued to smile that classic. His tongue shot forward like a serpent licking his hand clean while the other spread the cum across his stomach and onto his chest. "Well, that's the same thing I did that night on the bus," he spoke. "We pulled our jeans on, slept for a few hours and Tom got off at the next stop. I never saw him again, but he was Great!" He took a deep breath as though inhaling the aroma of the space, paused without uttering a word, then looked directly into my eyes. "Impressed?" he asked, though there was a tone to his voice that indicated he knew the answer. I nodded, unable to utter a single word as my hand stroked my cock through my slacks. "Here," he said as he moved in closer, taking the camera from my hand. "Let me help with that." Logan quickly undid the zipper and dropped my pants as he gently pushed me back onto a couch. His soft hands caressed my thighs and calves. His mouth hovered mil-inches above my anxious cock head as I felt his warm breath against it. His tongue shot out and lapped quickly at the single eye. Again and again he continued until I felt I could take no more, I attempted to drive my cock down his throat, but he had different ideas. Quicker than my mind could comprehend, the entire length of my cock was suddenly buried down his hungry throat as his tongue gripped it. He took the entire length then pulled off, leaving just the head inside the warmth of his mouth. He repeated the maneuver driving my body over the edge. Once my cock was well lubed, he replaced his mouth with a hand and went to work on my anxious ass. I found few persons who could or would eat my ass, but Logan never asked. His warm, wet tongue circled my pink hole teasingly. He placed his whole mouth over the opening and sucked on the tender folds of skin as I raised my ass higher to allow him better access. He was an apparent pro as his hand never missed a beat on my throbbing cock. One of my hands toyed with a nipple as fingers of the other ran through damp, curls of blond hair. I could have stayed there all night, but the growing load within my balls had to be released. Logan's mouth fully engulfed my anal opening and his tongue pierced the inner lining. My body could stand no more; I had to let go of my load. As the first splash of cum shot onto my stomach, I let out a sign of sexual pleasure I had not experienced in years. The initial stream was followed by another and lastly a small third glob that hung precariously on the tip of my cock. I watched the white glob glistening beneath the studio lights, awaiting its procession down the shaft of my cock. Suddenly a tongue shot up from nowhere and lapped up the bait. Logan's face emerged, blue eyes glistening playfully and hair mussed up. He still looked adorable with a childlike ambiance. He abruptly kissed me and left the room. His portfolio got him several jobs and me a lot of recognition as a photographer, plus a lot more photo sessions with Logan.