Gay Photographer Stories

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He Asked Me To Wait.

by andy190 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It was all I could do to control my breathing. Mr Simmons, the young, newly qualified teacher, was standing beside me. He was A HUNK and he was saying something. Register brain and take note. My legs were turning to jelly and I knew I had to concentrate. What was he saying? For fuck sake look him in the eye. "Hey Andy, are you ok? I asked you to wait behind...

The Photographer

by Dawns on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Lieutenant David Michael's had been serving in the United States Navy for five years when I met him at Pecs. I was down in San Diego on a mini vacation. His recent promotion had placed him in charge of the U.S.S. Halsey operations department. The Halsey, classified as a missile destroyer, had been sailing the waters of the Pacific and Indian Oceans defendin...

I Think I'm Gay

by chuckster67 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

One day a young handsome, 6 foot, dark haired man knocked on my front door wearing nothing more than a tee shirt and tan shorts asking if I was the local nude photographer. Looking past this young man to see who was with him and seeing no one, I replied yes and would he like to make an appointment for his woman? He smiled and said yes that would be nice but...

Keep Me Safe Ch. 01

by miles801801 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This is my fist story so please tell me what you think. All the characters are part of my imagination. ~#~ Ryan looked up from his text book and groaned at the sight of his best friend. Yet again Miles, or Miley as he was known by some, was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, low cut, purple boxer briefs and looked completely beautiful. Ryan wasn't sure if...

Ashley's Warmhole

by lionel_collins on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

I jerked off twice so my sex drive would be diminished and I wouldn't have to worry about making an ass of myself when I met with Ashley. But I needn't have worried. Ashley Moore was already wearing a Bikini swim-suit when he dropped his Levis. I had expected to finally get a look at his cock. So, needless to say, I was devastatingly disappointed. We'd gotte...

Tristan

by naradragonfly on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Surrounded by beautiful people, anyone less than breathtaking tends to blend into the wall paper. They are gods who must not be crossed, and everyone else is stupid, boring and irritating. After a few months, when I got used to being ignored and unimportant in my life's passion as I'd been ignored and unimportant in everything else, beauty just became a part...

What goes around...

by eastrockies on Jan 21, 2020
Gay Male

Well, there's not a part 3 exactly. After my last encounter, I did what I always do. I chickened out and eventually Denny quit trying to fuck me. I found a gf, another one with huge tits. We'd make love but always end it with me straddling her chest. She squeezed her big tits around my cock and then I'd cum all over them. She was always careful to close he...

Camera Time

by Bossanova001 on Mar 18, 2020
Gay Male

I was cleaning out the closet when I found a camera that looks expensive. I don't remember buying him this so where is it from. I walked into the bedroom passing boxes and bubble wrap on the way. "Where the hell did this come from?" Bassir was sitting on the floor grabbing a box. I've never seen that box before. It was all black with a lock on it. "Hold th...

Pony Boy Ch. 08

by ChestersBoi on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Gosh, has it really been eight months since I last posted. Oops Sorry. I guess you'll need a catch-up as much as I did. So here's the story so far. Ben, when desperate for a little extra cash, discovered that there was good money to be made running in races as a 'ponyboy'. Despite being assured that the worst he would be subjected to would be a 'certain amo...

Just Another Shot

by mtsuki on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

He stood by the corner, hugging a bag of films and lenses as he watched me posing shot after shot. I couldn't look away. He had the most arresting eyes. [Those swirling depths of brown]. He'd always stand by the side, watching the photo session silently with the most penetrating gaze. "Christian! Can you please concentrate!" Ruben Anders, my photographer, c...