Gay Erotic Stories

At every birthday party or holiday, a video camera was always in use. My older brother Mike was usually the first one to squawk, he was self-conscious about his appearance or something, I don't remember. But he changed as he got older. Boy did he change! He spent as much time posing for the video camera as he spent posing in front of the bathroom mirror. I never saw a guy so taken by his own image on a screen. "Let's make a movie," he said, and went out into our backyard and around the pool looking for "interesting backgrounds," he said. "You gonna write a story?" I asked. "Later." he said. "You'll need other people in it, won't you?" "No, it'll be about me." And a dark-haired 18=year-old I never saw before. He was over at the house that afternoon listening to Mike describe the film. "My brother will be the cameraman," I heard Mike tell him. "That's taking a big risk, isn't it?" the boy asked. "No, I can trust him to keep quiet." To make a long story short, these two wanted an audition tape to help them get jobs as male strippers at some club. They wanted me to film them dancing on the coffee table in the den. My only instructions were to shoot up from a low angle so the table and other furniture wouldn't be seen. "And we'll look taller if you do that," Mike said. I shot ten minutes of them giggling, flexing their muscles, acting stupid, and then dancing separately to a rock and roll tune. I saved the best for the last: Scenes of them chasing each other naked around the den, skinny dipping in the pool, and showering together. "Any tape left?" Mike asked me the following morning. "We're going to need a good finish." I already had the finish: Mike and his friend naked in each other's arms across a bed. "That's what this was really for, wasn't it---so you could get your boyfriend into bed?" "It worked, didn't it?"