Gay Erotic Stories

I really was about ready to just go home, but Mike and Kris wanted to just stop at a bar for some drinks. Being the designated driver I consented bitterly and after driving around for ten minutes we finally found a bar that was still open at 3am on a Tuesday night. We placed ourselves at the bar and tried to look over 21. After Mike and Kris eventually decided what they wanted, we summoned the bartender. The vision that presented itself next threw me off. Two thickly muscles arms in a tight white tee shirt put two beers down in front of us. Clearly defined pectorals stretched the cotton of his tee shirt which led to broad shoulders and a sweet smile. "Anything for you sir?" the bartender asked. "No," I replied, "I am driving." "Allow me to get you a soda then," the hunky bartender said to me. As he turned around to retrieve my drink, I was greeted with the sight of two perfectly formed globes of ass fighting their way to stay in his carpenter shorts. I could not take my eyes of this man. I made cheap conversation and eventually found out that the bartender, named Noah was actually 22, and from Ohio. By the time 3:30 hit I was tired and ready to go home, so I bid Mike and Kris goodnight and headed home. For the next two days I could not get the image of Noah out of my head and knew that I wanted him bad. I needed a plan to get this guy naked. What I wouldn't do to get some kind of naked picture of this guy. Picture....hmmmm. So the next two nights I headed back to the bar by myself in hopes of finding Noah again. On the third night I succeeded. I entered the bar and took a seat at the bar end and hung my head low and sadly. Noah came over to me and asked "Can I help you sir?" Wwhen he recognized me he greeted me with a sexy smile that caused a stir in my cargo pants. (Which is dangerous if you know how loose those things are) I told him that I needed something heavy to drown my sorrows. He got me a screwdriver on the house and asked what was wrong. My story was that since I was a photography major in school, I needed to make a portfolio and all my model shots were stolen from my car. It was hard for me to maintain eye contact because my eyes kept drifting to the deep crevices in his shirt. Noah felt bad for me, but had to attend to other customers. With a full screwdriver in me I took my chance. "Hey Noah, has anyone ever told you, you would make a great model?" Noah just smiled and ran his fingers through his black hair. "Once yeah, but I never took them seriously." "I have a major favor to ask?" Noah looked at me waringly. "Would I possible be able to take some shots of you after you finish work. I promise I won't publish or keep any of the negative without your consent. It's either that or I fail, and you would be more the ideal." This seemed to flatter him and I told him I would meet him back at the bar at 3:30 am. I couldn't believe it. I ran home and got a camera with black and white film. After showering, shaving, cologne, and a quick jack off session, I was ready.\ When I got to the bar Noah was closing up. "Where do you wanna do this?" He asked so innocently. I realized that the bar setting would be sexy and I told him to just pretend to tend bar. I took some shots of him mixing drinks and wiping counters when luck struck. A bottle to tomato juice spilled all over him. Noah looked really embarrassed and asked if he could change his shirt. I told him to go right ahead. Noah turned his back from me and lifted his shirt off. The extreme and beautiful V shape of this guy's back was enough to make me gasp, audibly. Noah asked me what was wrong, and unable to cover, I told him that he had one of the most photogenic bodies I have ever seen. This made him blush, and then he offered, "I could tend bar shirtless if you want." I told him we could try that, and see how it worked. As I took pictures Noah got into this body. He rubbed beads off sweat into his deeply tanned barrel chest. When flipping bottles he would flex his 6 pack. I took so many pictures that eventually I was out of film. Unwillingly I told Noah that we would have to pause while I changed film, and he told me he wanted to change into shorts anyway. I took this opportunity to tell Noah how much I appreciated all his "hard" work, and to scope him out while he change. As he slipped out of his pants, I bore witness to him in his white jockeys. The boy was stacked! The basket on this hot bartender could have fed a nation. and I don't know if you have ever seen a tan guy in white jockeys, its hot. So hot that another gasp escaped from my lips. "What now?" Noah noticed. I told him that if he didn't mind, I would love to get some shots of him like this. Noah paused. "I don't mind you taking pictured of me in my under shorts, but I don't feel comfortable being the only one half naked here. I would feel a lot better if you were in your shorts too, just so I know you are serious about this." Was he asking me to strip? Either was I slowly removed my shirt and set it on a bar stool. Now I was standing there shirtless and not about to remove my cargo pants in front of this hot stud who was spouting me an erection. "Wow, you have a great stomach," exclaimed Noah, "but the pants gotta go too." Nervously I removed my pants and immediately started taking pictures. Noah playfully danced on the bar as I zoomed in on that full basket. When Noah turned around I quickly adjusted my jock, but the view of that tight ass was enough to make me swell. "Put down the camera," Noah ordered. I quickly put down the camera. "Its time for the real centerfold. And in one full swoop Noah was standing and naked as the day he was born with a snake of a dick hanging between his legs. "Now close your eyes" he ordered, and in one swoop I was matching Noah in attire. Standing face to face with this Adonis of a bartender. Noah took a shot of tequila and kissed me with it. Our tongues danced around each other and Noah grabbed a bottle of rum and poured in on his body. I was quick to lap up ever drop till it dripped down and down and my mouth was wrapped around his swelling pole. All 9 inches of his cut cock was in my mouth. Noah ran his fingers through my hair and would occasionally pull my mouth away long enough to kiss me. I followed the rum all around to the crack of his beautiful smooth ass and dove in. I licked his rum coated hole while Noah moaned and gasped. "My turn!" he cried and placed me on the bar and began to lick my hole in preparation for his beautiful dick to fill me. Noah took his place on a barstool and I took my place on his dick and bounced up and down to the music on the rusty old jute box in the corner. I felt Noah's dick begin to twitch in readiment to burst, so I removed myself quickly and got on all fours on top if the bar. Noah took his place right behind me and filled me once again with his beautiful cut manhood. After penetrating for a while, Noah kicked back and exploded inside me like a fountain. He then laid me down on the bar and said "drinks on the house" and went to work on my swollen member. I never got those pictures published. (I didn't need to!)