Gay/Rotica

by Jake Rave

  I had filled up the camera's memory card pretty quickly, so we took a break to upload the shots to the computer. He pulled up a chair next to me, still wearing only his boxers and white, low-cut socks.

  "Wow, those are great," he said, leaning closer to me for a better view of the monitor. He smelled so good. I glanced down to peek at his soft cock through the fly of his underwear.

  "Well, you look great," I told him, feeling more and more flirtatious. "All I did was take the pictures."

  "Nah, man, you got talent," Blake said, patting me on the back. He really liked to express himself with touch. I certainly didn't mind.

  "You know, you could totally make money off these," I told him.

  "I could? How?"

  "Online. Put 'em up on a website. Plenty of people would pay to look at this." I didn't mention that most of those people would be gay guys. Then I got a brainstorm. "Hell, they'd pay even more if you'd show it all off."

  "Naked pictures?" He looked a little startled at the suggestion.

  "Sure, you know web porn is a huge industry. Tease 'em with a few of these shirtless shots, then make 'em pay to see it all. And they'll do it." I couldn't believe how brave I was getting, but something told me this was my best shot at getting him bare-ass naked outside of the gym.

  "Hmm," he ran his hands over his smooth pecs as he pondered my proposal.

  "It's not like I haven't seen it anyway," I said, reminding him that we were locker room buddies after all.

  "I guess we could try a few nude shots," he said. I glanced down again and saw some noticeable tenting happening in his boxers.

  "Well, let's go then," I said, snapping the emptied photo card back into my camera. I had to take advantage of this before he changed his mind.

  Blake stood up and made his way back under the lights, the erection in his underwear pointing the way. His face reddened and he couldn't look me in the eye as he ran his thumbs under the elastic of his waistband, letting his boxers slide to the floor, his hard cock springing out and bouncing in front of him. I nearly dropped the camera off the tripod as I got my first glimpse of his beautiful meat. It looked at least 7 to 8 inches long from what I could tell, or above average at least for his six-foot frame. He had a nice round knob for a cockhead, with great veins bulging the length of the shaft to his scrotum, where his large balls hung low beneath his monster cock.

  "Sorry, man," he said, grabbing his tool and holding it against his body, as if to conceal it. "Guess this whole thing's got me a little excited."

  "No, no," I assured him. "Hard is good. They'll pay more to see hard." I started clicking away as fast as I could, knowing full well he could freak out at any moment and that would be the end.

  "Ah, man," he sighed, letting go of his dick, allowing it to fall and point straight out. "At least this is with you," he said, seeming strangely comforted by the fact that I was the one behind the camera.

  "Yeah, I know," I muttered under my breath. I could feel my own cock pulsating along with the rapid beating of my heart.

  I had Blake try a few different positions again. Standing, holding his cock; with and without his baseball cap; sitting and letting his dick lay naturally; and even a few ass shots, including a couple where he bent over, giving the camera a perfect view of his virgin asshole. Blake kept his hard-on the entire time. And so did I.

  "I never really thought of myself as a porn star," he said, sitting back in a large chair, his legs spread open and cock resting between his abs.

  "You'd only be a porn star if there were movies," I laughed, then stopped when I realized what I had just said. "You know," I paused. "I am a film student after all. I am better with a video camera than a still camera."

  "Movies, too?" I don't think he realized it right away, but one of his hands had reached down to his cock and was slowly stroking away as he thought about this ultimate suggestion.

  I looked at him and raised my eyebrow as if to say, "You know you want to."

  "Oh, hell. We've come this far," he said after awhile. At this point, his left hand was cupping his balls while his right hand increased w##hacking speed.

  "Seriously?" I asked more out of shock than seeking approval.

  "Yeah," he replied. "Then we'll really be making money," he said, giving his cock a couple strong tugs. I was surprised at his choice of the word "we," but didn't stop to think about it as I nearly tripped out of the room to find my camcorder.

  I pointed Blake into my bedroom for our video shoot. He laid on my bed, still wearing his socks, and still very much erect. I set up the camera, my hands sweating and cock throbbing.

  No sooner did I say "Action!" than Blake began furiously pumping away at his meat. His right hand squeezed tightly around the base of the shaft and yanked upward over the top of the shaft. The fingers of his left hand busily jiggled his nuts in their sack. Then he began to buck his hips in tune with the movements of his hand, his calves flexing as they worked to lift his ass off the bed and thrust his cock toward the ceiling.

  Blake tossed his head back and let out a soft moan. My own dick never felt harder, and I let my inhibitions be damned and began furiously rubbing my cock through my jeans.

  Blake continued stroking, now alternating the attentions of his left hand between tickling his balls and massaging his washboard stomach. The grip on his schlong never seemed to lighten up as he wanked away.

  I moved from the foot of the bed to the side for a close-up of the action. Blake stopped bucking and put his left hand around his cock as well, double-fisting it. He had such a monster that even with both hands wrapped tightly around it, his cockhead still pointed out free of his grip. He was working it so fast and with such vigor that sweat began to form over his abs, running in little rivers down the creases of his body toward his belly button and the beautiful trail of light hair that led to his very active package.

  Blake's moans got louder as he writhed on the bed in pleasure. He dropped his legs straight outward and laid his hard-on against his stomach, placing his palms over the top and grinding his penis against his body. Drops of precum developed at his piss-slit, then shot across his body as he grabbed his cock firmly again with a quick movement.

  Then Blake surprised me by taking his left hand and fingering his asshole. I didn't think straight guys got into that, but I was more than happy to see it. I got on the bed myself, sitting between his feet and aiming the camera at him. His finger went in and out out his asshole even as his thumb tickled the bottom of his ball sack. Blake's breaths got deeper, his moans longer, and the bed even creaked with each stroke he took. I was glad nobody else was around to hear.

  "Uhhhh... I'm gonna cum!" Blake moaned, that famous smile back on his face and more sexy than ever. I propped myself up on my knees for the money shot. Blake's feet suddenly gripped against my body as he braced himself for ejaculation. His left hand now squeezed tight over his balls, his stroking slowed and then... action. A long stream of warm, white fluid flew from his cock, arched over his body, and landed with a splash on his left shoulder. Blake grunted and shot out another stream of jizz, this one landing in a long string from the nape of his neck down to his right nipple. Then another loud moan and a final spurt of cum, this time shooting upward nearly a foot before gravity grabbed hold of the spunk and brought it back down, collecting in a large glob in his pubic hair.

  Blake's body relaxed. His eyes were closed, and the smile was now extra-wide on his face. He milked his cock for some final drops of cum, and wiped them away with his free hand.

  Neither of us said anything for awhile. I got off the bed and sat in a chair nearby, catching my own breath. My cock was still hard, and my underwear felt drenched with precum. Blake just laid still, his cock slowly going limp, that magnificent muscular body covered in his man-juice.

  I got Blake a towel and he began wiping up the cum and slipped his boxers back on. He sat back on the bed, facing me, the smell of jizz and sex sweat still fresh in the air.

  "Dude," he said, his green eye
s sparkling with the afterglow of an explosive orgasm. "That was amazing. I haven't shot like that in a long time."

  "That was... unbelievable," I told him, suddenly nervous again.

  "So do you think me and my cock can make us rich?" he asked, again referring to both of us.

  "With performances like that, you better believe it, stud."

  ADVENTURES OF AN AMATEUR PORN PRODUCER - THE STRAIGHT CHALLENGE

  "Hey, D, can I ask you a favor?" Blake asked me, letting his boxers slide to his ankles, his thick meat springing loose from its confinement. We had just completed another workout together, and it was off to the showers.

  "Sure, man, whatever you want," I smiled at him slyly, hoping the favor involved me engulfing his massive organ in my mouth. The fantasies I had involving my friend and gym buddy had only intensified since he allowed me to videotape his hot jackoff session a few weeks earlier. That shoot turned into an erotic website, where my talents with a camera and web design had combined with Blake's natural talents for looking good, and was beginning to make some money for us.

  "Hopefully this doesn't weird you out," he said, kicking off his cross-trainers and pulling off his socks, his flexing bicep rubbing against his cock and balls as he reached down.

  "Just say it dude," I assured him. I stripped down to my boxer-briefs, my semi-erect cock creating a bulge. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist. Despite our very open and erotic friendship, I still couldn't bring myself to shower with Blake, afraid my raging hard-on would make him uncomfortable. Instead, I usually sought out a private shower, while Blake would opt for the larger, public shower.

  "Well..." he paused, scratching his pubic hair and giving his package a playful jiggle. "I was checking out our website the other night back at the house, and one of the brothers walked in on me." Blake lived in a frat house with 7 other guys, so such intrusions weren't entirely unexpected.

  "Were you wanking?" I asked, laughing.

  "To pictures of myself? No!" Blake brushed off the suggestion rather sarcastically. "But he did see it was me on the site before I could close the window."

  "Damn! What did he say?" I asked, pulling my own underwear from underneath my towel.

  "Get this... he wanted to know if he could make a video!"

  "Seriously?" I was shocked. My mind raced with thoughts of filming Blake and some other faceless frat hottie making out in a sweaty mass of muscle and man-juice. "He didn't think it was messed up that you were naked all over the internet?"

  "No, especially when I told him the kind of money we've been raking in after only a couple of weeks!" Blake turned to make his way to the showers, allowing me to stare at his tight buttocks.

  "Wait, so he wants to be on the site too?" I snapped out of my Blake-ass hypnosis and ran after him.

  "Yeah. Kyle figures his girlfriend and him could do something together." I stopped dead in my tracks when Blake said that. I was just getting used to the idea of being an online porn peddler, but I always thought I'd work strictly in guys, not straight fucking.

  "His girlfriend?"

  "Oh, yeah," Blake swung around to face me, his cock slapping against his thighs. "You should see her, dude, tits like you wouldn't believe!" It was difficult to remember that Blake was straight, especially at times like these, with that marvelously impressive tool staring me in the face. "I told him how great you were with the camera, how comfortable you made me, he said it sounded great." Blake reached down and scratched his balls. He had become much more free with touching himself in front of me ever since the video.

  I wasn't quite sure what to think, but when it came to Blake, I was willing to do anything and everything to keep him happy. So I reluctantly agreed. How could I say no as he was standing there playing with himself in front of me?

  So, I invited Kyle and his girlfriend Sara over to my place while my roommate was away at work. I opened the door to see this tall, lanky guy standing there, a big dorky smile on his face, his arm around a much shorter, and indeed big-boobed young woman.

  "Dude!" Kyle held up his hand for a high-five as he anxiously pulled Sara into the house. Kyle stood about 6'2" was wearing a white pinstriped baseball jersey and khaki pants, his light brown hair barely combed, sticking up in full bedhead style. Sara was dressed in a tight-fitting, low-cut tube top and blue jeans, a look of disdain permanently plastered on her face.

  "Welcome," I said, for the lack of anything better to say. I returned Kyle's high-five and led them into my bedroom, where I had already set up the video camera and some lights.

  "So how do we do this?" Kyle asked, already beginning to unbutton his jersey. "Should we just get naked and start fucking?" Sara had taken a seat next to the bed, her disgusted look intensified with a grimace at her boyfriend's comment.

  "Maybe we should start a little slower," I suggested, nodding towards his very uncomfortable-looking woman.

  "Oh, come on baby," Kyle kneeled next to her and took her hand. "We talked about this. It's not like we don't fuck anyway. We'll just make some dime this way. I got car payments!"

  "Then get a fucking normal job!" Sara pulled her hand away from his grip. I wasn't too thrilled to be caught in the middle of a domestic squabble.

  Kyle pleaded with her some more until I interrupted, "How about this? We'll just start with you, set the mood a little, she can join in when she's ready." At least this way I'd get to see some good, unobstructed cock.

  "Just me?"

  "Yeah," I said, trying to think of something to convince him. "Think of all the women who will log on to see your body."

  "And the fags," he said, seeing though my little white lie, and aggressively so.

  "Well, if you don't want to," I said, taking the camera off the tripod with a click. If he was going to be a gigantic prick, then I really wanted nothing to do with him.

  "Nah, I'll do it, what the fuck. Money is money, whether it comes from some gay guy or some chick." His logic made me nauseated. "What should I do?"

  "Start stripping, do what comes natural," I said, afraid what that might mean for him. I was really starting to dislike him.

  Kyle walked to the foot of the bed and finished unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it to the floor. He was wearing a wife-beater underneath, which he quickly yanked off to reveal his skinny torso. His chest was smooth and extremely white, his pink nipples the size of quarters. He started fumbling with his belt buckle, the palms of his hands rubbing against the pleasure trail of hair that began at his belly button and disappeared under his waistline.

  The belt was quickly off, and he flopped back on the bed to pull off his pants. I couldn't help thinking he had all the grace and sexiness of a robot with the way he was stripping.

  "How's this?" he asked, seemingly annoyed that I had made him take off his clothes. He stood up again, wearing only socks and a pair of smiley-face boxers. His legs still held a bit of a tan from the previous summer, and were easily the hairiest parts of his body.

  "That's fine," I said, burying my face in the camera's viewfinder and focusing in on one of his several visible ribs. He stood there a moment longer and I looked up, "Well?" I asked.

  "Yeah, yeah, fine," Kyle said, dropping his drawers. His limp cock dangled loosely in front of his balls, underneath some thick curls of pubic hair. "What now?" he asked.

  Fuck, I thought, if I have to talk him through each of the steps of jacking off, we're in for a long night.

  "Lay down on the bed," I advised him.

  Sara sat nearby, strangely unimpressed at the sight of her naked boyfriend, as he laid back on the bed, reaching down with his left hand to rub his dick.

  Kyle laid there for a few minutes, fondling himself. His whole body, with the notable exception of his penis, was stiff as a board.

  "Come on man, loosen up," I finally said. I never thought I could be bored at the sight of a naked straight guy.###

  "I can't get it up without a little stimulation," he explained. "Baby," he turned to Sara, "flash me some boob." Sara rolled h
er eyes and pulled down her collar, allowing one her breasts to spill out and expose some nipple.

  "Much better," Kyle said, picking up speed with his masturbating. He held his slowly growing cock flat against his stomach, pulling it in the direction of his head.

  I took the camera off the tripod and moved in for some close-ups. I zoomed in on his face for a shot of his blue eyes, which were intently staring across the room at Sara. I noticed for the first time that he was actually kind of cute. His facial features were well-proportioned, and he even had a couple of dimples when he smiled.

  I aimed the camera toward his arm, and noticed a tattoo of a sun on his right bicep. While he was not nearly as ripped as my buddy Blake, Kyle was at least toned. His pecs weren't huge, but he did have a definite cut to the muscle. It was a nice swimmer's build.

  I panned down farther to see his obliques flex as his stomach tensed up with the jacking. Panning down more, I saw his cock was now nearly fully erect. It was a nice 7 inches or so, and uncut. He stroked with his left hand, his thumb massaging the flap of skin under his cockhead.

  I moved around to get a better view of the action, but he continued to whack with his grip firm against his body.

  "Lift it up," I said.

  "It is up, it doesn't get much more up than this," Kyle said.

  Annoyed and without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his erection and pointed it at the ceiling. "Like that," I said. Kyle's eyes grew wide at my bold action, but he resumed his whacking momentarily.

  As Kyle got back into a groove, he began to finally loosen up a bit. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, his dimpled smile growing wider with the pleasure of the moment.

  I moved to the foot of the bed and zoomed in on his balls, which were tight against his body in the nutsack, slightly moving up and down with each stroke. Kyle reached his right hand down and began massaging his thigh, his left hand picking up speed yet again.

  Kyle pumped his meat for another minute then suddenly stopped and hopped into a seated position on the bed. "I better stop before I get too far ahead of myself," he smiled at Sara and bounced his hard-on playfully in his hand. I nearly forgot she was in the room, having finally gotten interested in the action in front of me. I realized then that my own cock had grown in my jeans, and must have been rock hard in there for some time.