Gay Erotic Stories

Being a professional photographer gives me many unusual opportunities and that summer several years ago turned out to be one of those times. My friend asked me to come to his ranch to photograph the facility since it was used as a training facility for guys who want to be participants in rodeo events. After driving for what seemed like days, I finally arrived with my car loaded with camera equipment and film and all the goodies I hoped would allow me to record what he wanted. When I stepped out of my car, I gasped for breath...my goodness...it must have been over 100 degrees. I thought to myself...my camera is going to melt and so will I. After finding my friend, he introduced me to the manager who appeared to be 30 something or 40 something but with the ranch tanning and wrinkling, I didn’t have a clue but realized that maybe he was the Marlboro Man hiding out from Madison Avenue...quite rugged, quite manly, and not the basic pretty boy type. He was kind and showed me around and explained that after lunch...the boys would be doing some basic training and it might be a great time to get some action shots etc. I managed to drag myself and my camera around for a couple of hours and record some shots of the buildings and training area and some of the horses and so on. At lunch, the boys were all in a dining area and eating and generally raising hell as all young men do. After lunch, the activities warmed up and my camera got busy catching the boys in action. The manager came over and said...we want some individual pictures of each boy with his horse, so I found a shaded area...best for the portraits and best for me and my camera and let's include the horse also...they seemed happy to get a break. The manager would send along a new guy after each one was done. They were fresh-faced youths with lots of enthusiasm. The last one was Josh. The manager said to me before he sent him over...Josh is probably going to be a rodeo star one day...spend extra time on his pictures for me, okay, Dave. I was glad to oblige because Josh was one of those guys the camera loves...it would have been near impossible to get a bad portrait of him. He seemed to love the camera and would pose very well...adding body language and facial expressions that were on the edge of flirtatious. The other boys were not very comfortable with the pictures but went along with it. The manager gave the boys the rest of the time off and told them to report back promptly at 7PM for some important information etc. He came over to me and asked.... what did ya think of Josh. My reply was, "He doesn’t need to ride a horse...just stand beside one and smile and he is an instant model...good looking boy." The manager grinned and said, "That boy is a looker...no doubt." Then he explained that the road beside the horse barn would lead me out to the remote areas of the ranch and, if I chose to, could go there for some great shots. I decided to take a short nap then go exploring the ranch. After my nap, I hopped in my car and traveled the unpaved road and indeed the landscape became awesome...many stops to take a picture and moving onward. About 2 miles away, I saw a great rock formation and decided that even an old man like me could endure the hike so I grabbed my camera bag and headed toward them. I got many great shots and decided to climb up on the rocks and see what was there. On top, I looked down and saw two horses tethered to a tree. That got my curiosity up, so I moved downward amongst the rocks and got closer only to discover two of the guys doing some serious kissing and some shirts being pulled off etc. Well...was I gonna pass up that little show...No way. I did manage to get a little closer and by looking through the telephoto lens of my camera could figure out the back of the guy toward me was the manager when he turned his head to one side. But, as of then, could not see who was his kissing buddy. They shifted around slightly and there stood Josh with his dungarees around his ankles and the manager's hand wrapped around an obviously ample slab of hard meat making Josh moan. I saw one or the other go to his knees and then some hot cock sucking going on and finally Josh laid back on a big rock and wrapped his legs around the manager's back and some serious fucking took place. Finally they seemed satisfied both ways and were getting dressed, so I sneaked back over the rocks walking along with an incurable boner. I showed up for supper with the gang and enjoyed that then I also attended the 7 Pm meeting. I had made a policy of always getting involved because good shots arise on the moment and ya never know. I was outside, near dark, smoking a cigarette by myself when the manager walked up and said, " Gettin' good shots, Dave?" "Yeh...great shots." "How did ya like the back part of the ranch?" "Hey, that was great...thanks for showing me the way to get there," I replied. Then I nearly choked on my cigarette when he said, " Did ya get any shots of those two guys fucking on the rock?" Then he threw his head back and roared in laughter. "Josh and me set ya up, Dave...we knew ya would find the rock formation and we planned it so ya would catch us fuckin". For a terminal blabbermouth. I was speechless. Finally he asked...."Well, did ya get some pictures for me and Josh?". I had regained some composure and replied, "No dammit...I dont do that unless by permission." Then the manager said, "permission granted, Dave.... be there at 5PM tomorrow and bring lots of film." Then Josh walked up giggling and said, "So...are ya gonna be there, Dave?" I got brave and said, "Sure...who poses nude first for me?" The manager looked at Josh and said, "Guess Mr. Model oughta do that first." I still run across those negatives on occasion and always smile thinking of those boiling hot days on the ranch. I don’t follow rodeo events but once was in a quick stop store and saw a poster showing one of my shots of Josh on his horse advertising the event and it gave Josh top-billing. I guess Josh did become a star performer after all.