Gay Amateur Models.

I realised I was gay later on in life. I mean, I always knew there was something different about me. At school, all my friends were really into girls and would fuck anything in a skirt. My best friend Jason was a bit of a body builder and had the pecs and abs of a Greek God – the girls would line up to be next in his bed. Of course, his huge cock helped, too. And the next day I’d hear all about the night before and how he made such-and-such scream with delight (or was that pain?). But I never really went for any of that. I wasn’t obviously gay; I didn’t want to fuck Jason (although now I still think he was the hottest guy I’ve ever known). Come to think of it, he could have been a model. He’d have made a great gay model – but amateur, of course. Even though he was huge and ripped, a professional model knows how to carry themself, and Jason (God bless his little cotton socks) didn’t know how gorgeous he was. He would never have made a model, much less an amateur model. Too humble. He knew his power with the girls, but he attributed that to his experience, his huge throbbing cock and his taste for pussy (literally – he loved eating it). His hard body wasn’t the drawcard, as far as he was concerned. So poor old Jason never knew the potential he had for being a model.

Looking back on it all now, Jason’s huge cock hanging down his leg and the bulging muscles to boot is what began it all for me. My fascination with well-built hunks started in the locker rooms, even though I didn’t know it then. The perfect ripped body, found in so many gay model magazines, was all knew to me and I didn’t have an overt preference for models (gay or not). I was rather asexual, and happy enough to be that way. I had gay and straight friends, male and female. I was a bit of an agony aunt; the gay guys would come to me with their relationship woes, and the straight girls the same. The fact I was never seen to be in a relationship made me a safe haven for those who were, and experiencing troubles. I was happy to live vicariously, learning about what a relationship was like through the eyes and hearts of those I knew. But I never really wanted a relationship myself, so my sexual preference was never an issue – to me, or my friends. I rarely masturbated, and when I did I didn’t have a particular image in mind. Sometimes I thought of Jason with his model-like body, recounting his exploits with his hot pussies, and I pictured Jason fucking and eating them. But I didn’t often have a person in mind, or an experience to reply in my head. ‘Asexual’ was a good way of describing me. Never ‘gay’.

So it was much later, when I was still a virgin and had not even had a girlfriend, that a work colleague suggested to me – ever so politely – that I might in fact be gay. I wasn’t shocked, the thought had crossed my mind, but I never really spent too much time thinking about it. I had become a bit of a gym junkie myself, spending several evenings a week after work training, and eventually getting a body similar to Jason’s – although I was a smaller guy, I still had the hard abs and shoulders to kill for. I only joined a gym and began working out due to boredom, and the gradual realisation that I was putting on tiny bits of weight; my normally naturally-toned body was looking a little on the doughy side. Long hours sitting at a desk at work meant I had little time to prepare a decent meal during the day, and I’d usually go straight home and to bed. When I started exercising I had more energy and the desire to eat more healthily, and the body beautiful came a little later. I had no inclination to get the model looks of the other gym-goers, and stuck to the amateur side of things (light workouts, no real eye-popping strenuous lifting, or energy bars and protein drinks). I did not want to be anything more than an amateur weightlifter, and I definitely didn’t want to be a model of well-cut muscle.

But when I was in my thirties, the other guys at the gym began to look appealing (even more so after my work mate and I had our little chat). I didn’t want to be them, I wanted to be inside them. When the realisation hit me, I was relieved. I liked the hard bodies and wanted to be around them, but wanting to fuck them made me gay, and I was happy to accept that. I had some gay friends, and when I came out to them they all nodded knowingly and murmured amongst themselves. I was accepted by everyone – it was almost like they knew and were waiting for the light bulb to come on over my head. Strangely, no-one hit on me (well, none of my gay friends anyway) and I put that down to them seeing me more as a friend and nothing more. A few of my straight female friends suddenly decided I needed to be tested and I’d often get come-on lines and bodies pressed against mine in crowded lifts, but after a while they stopped and I regained their friendship. I was gay, out, proud, and accepted by not only myself but also those around me.

In my newfound gayness, I located a gay gym in my area (after much research and many false starts), populated with up-and-coming gay models, and struck up a few friendships. These new friends sported bodies of the types of models you see in gay magazines and gay websites – bulging pecs and upper arms, taut abs and thighs that looked like tree stumps. When we showered, they had huge cocks that hung low, and on the odd occasion I saw one erect it was a magnificent sight. Jerking off in the shower was not uncommon, and I loved to watch their backs as they masturbated, the soap and water streaming off shiny model bodies and their cum erupting from them, against the tiled walls. I felt comfortable amongst these gay model-types.

I was never a contender to be a gay model, but I dabbled with the idea of submitting my photo to a few amateur gay model magazines. My new friends encouraged me to do so, and I was soon seen in one or two of the better amateur gay magazines, with other ‘gay and proud’ bodybuilders. My confidence grew in my ‘amateur gay model’ status, and I even began a relationship with a gay model from the gym. So much for staying an amateur weight lifter and steering clear of model gym behaviour!

His name was Tony (of course) and he was ripped, a model of physicality and strength. I loved nothing better than lying on my back with my heels behind my ears, and watching his stomach, hard and tense, as he fucked my ass. As he came, shooting his load inside me, every gay muscle bulged and his veins throbbed. The feel of his tight arms around me as he lay on me was too much to bear, and I sometimes came before I’d even fucked him. He was a gay model, featured in the local magazine on gym junkies and gay body builders, and definitely not an amateur in any sense of the word. He knew all about the body, how to enhance it, and how to pleasure it. As a model he was fantastic. He knew how to make the right muscles pop, and where to put the make up and oil to bring out his best features – and when I saw his pictures in the gay model mags, I was proud to know I was the one he fucked every night, sometimes all night. His massive cock meant I couldn’t suck him too often (I gagged easily and there’s nothing attractive about a dry-heaving boyfriend), but of a morning when he was lying flat on his back, his morning hard on resting against his abs, I found it irresistible and lapped it like a small dog until he woke up, when I begged him to fuck me (or begged him to roll over so I could fuck him). Lying in bed asleep he even struck a model’s post, his huge hands behind his head and his legs splayed, showing off his cock superbly. He was a model boyfriend, too, remembering important dates and treating me like a partner should be treated. I knew how my friends used to feel, when their perfect relationships were going well and they boasted about how their gay and non-gay partners made them feel.

He sometimes took me to his work, where I met more gay models, and it was here he met his next boyfriend (another gay model, but an amateur one, like me) and we decided to call it quits. We lost touch as he moved for his modelling work, and I never saw him at the gay gym again. But I still remained good friends with the models from his work, and from the gym.

Today, I am a subscriber to many gay magazines, and my favourites are those with the muscle-bound models. They need to be clean-shaven – I prefer waxed – although the cocks can be hard or not. The age of the models don’t matter. It’s not like I am caught up with the past and they have to be young like Jason. I actually prefer models my own age, and as I get older so do those I like. Heaven help me when I am 90! I have yet to see a well-cut gay model in his twilight years! But have a look under my coffee table and you’ll find some of the best gay model magazines around. Most of them are amateur (these are a bit harder to find) but if the guy isn’t ‘perfect’ I find it adds to the charm. They don’t have to be a perfect model, standing the way perfect non-amateur models do. They could be the guy next door, not a gay model; someone you could feasibly meet in the street and take home to fuck. Not some model who  is completely unattainable and out of your league. And, there are the gay model magazines with my picture in it – these are my pride and joy. Not in a vain way, but I am proud of how I look and the work that has gone into it, and being an ‘amateur gay model’ gives me a little buzz. Ok, so maybe I am just a bit vain. But it’s not like I meet new people and say “Hi, I’m an amateur gay model, what do you do?” If it comes up in conversation I am happy to discuss my amateur gay model status, though. But I don’t use it to get a quick fuck.

So nowadays my apartment is littered with amateur gay magazines and calendars with gay models. Or, calendars with models who may or may not be gay! Such as fire fighters and sporting heroes. And police. I have a bit of a thing for police – it must be the nightsticks, and the images of one being ever so gently inserted into my waiting ass (I dream of being pulled over, late one night, and having the police officer recognise me from the amateur gay model publications. He’d ask me to step out of the car, and I’d plead to be let off from whatever he had pulled me over for. He’d be slapping the nightstick into the palm of his hand, and I’d find myself ‘assuming the position’ – but instead of frisking me, the officer would be unzipping me, fondling my raging hard on and saying how much he’s wanted to fuck me since first seeing my picture in the amateur gay model mags. He’d run the nightstick down my back, and then between my ass cheeks, pausing at my asshole. “How badly do you want to get off this charge?” he’d ask me, and I’d half turn to him. “Anything, Sir, I’d do anything!” I’d whimper like a schoolgirl. He’d lean in and kiss me, his strong musky odour enveloping me, and his tongue urgently massaging mine. He’d bring the nightstick up to my mouth, and I’d take it, moistening it with my own spit for my ass. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a model, especially you.” He’d whisper as the nightstick edged inside me. I’d lean back onto it, and it would slide inside with ease. He’d fuck me gently, opening my ass ready for his cock. Then he’d pull it out slowly, and – again, gently – replace it with his erection. I’d bend over and feel him pounding me, my hard cock pressing into my tight belly, the precum making me slip around on my amateur-model abs. I would take hold of my cock and jerk off furiously, panting and sweating up a storm with the copper’s cock fucking my ass harder and harder. The officer would lean against my car, his hands gripping the frame, and he’d fuck me even harder then, and I would struggle to stay upright. As his orgasm neared he’d murmur quietly to himself “Fucking a model, fucking Tim the model” and even though I thought it odd, the mention of my name brought us both to a screaming climax. Later, we arranged to meet once a fortnight at the deserted piece of highway so the police offer could fuck his own amateur gay model at his whim. Corny, I know, but it was my fantasy.).

Anyway, back to my collection of amateur gay publications. When you come to my home, you’ll find an array of calendars with models posing provocatively – fire fighters with their hoses, police with their nightsticks and football players in showers. Muscle-bound models are everywhere, and I am always on the lookout for more! My cupboard is rather anally (pardon the pun) organised and my collections are labelled and stacked in order so I know exactly where each publication is. Every gay publication I have – calendar or magazine – with those beautiful models is arranged on my shelves and I can grab a gay book and browse the pages, ogling the gay models and using them for jerking off fuel. Oh yes, I masturbate now – not all the time, but I definitely use it to take the edge off between relationships or after a stressful day at work.

Let me introduce you to some of the magazines you’ll discover in my apartment. They are not always hidden (as I’ve said, some gay model magazines are just under the coffee table in my living room) but others are tucked away in my night stand, waiting for the times when I am lonely and bored, a tube of lube in one hand and the magazine with my favourite model of the moment lying next to me. Then I jerk off to the amateur model lying back on his bed, with those ‘fuck me’ eyes, his hands on a huge cock lying hard against his flattened abs. The model implores me to take his ass and ride him, like an amateur cowboy, cumming deep inside him. Of course, I do have quite the collection of models on DVD, but more about those later.

Instinct is a magazine that only features gay models on the covers who have come out. So they might not necessarily be amateurs, but gay models they are! You can browse the pages of this magazine and rest assured that every piece of hard model ass is gay – and worthy of a decent suck and fuck. They have a great website, too, with a back-dated collection of cover stories on their gay model covermen. You can even download wallpaper featuring their gay models, so you can ‘have’ them at your whim! Another great gay magazine rich in gay models, amateur and non-amateur, is Out. Also available in print and online, this is another great publication, especially if you’re after magnificent pictures of gay models (the issue with the photo shoot of the legend of Icarus is not to be missed!).  There are, of course, many local gay magazines in different areas, and I can’t possibly cover them all here. But you’ll know them when you see them – they have the gorgeous guys on the cover, the model’s taut tummy and smouldering eyes sending secret signals (for some odd reason, women’s mags still have female models on the cover – go figure). And there are some excellent gay travel magazines, showcasing all the best places for gays to travel and stay. Passport Magazine has an online version, and Out Traveller is another gay travel magazine you’ll need to read up on before any trip. And, both are chock-full of gay models (both amateur and non-amateur) running semi-naked on beaches and sipping cocktails at foreign bars. There is, believe it or not, even a magazine for gay (and lesbian) Christians.

As far as gay models themselves go, one of my favourite gay models is J.P. Calderon. You might know him from Survivor, but he is now one of the gay models in the Janice Dickinson stable of gay model hotties, so we can be prepared to see more of him (always a good thing!). Speaking of Janice Dickinson, news is that the hottest gay model couple Paul Anderson and Shaun McCarron have been dumped from her agency. I’m happy about this – now maybe they can do their own thing and we’ll see a little more of them, too. There’s something about an openly gay modelling couple that really turns me on. Maybe it’s the idea of a threesome with two hot gay models! Janice’s television show features many gay models, and many gay businesses using the gay models.

One of the hottest competitions going is the Vancouver’s Next Top Gay Model – and even though this year’s winner (Aaron Ursacki) is absolutely gorgeous, my favourite gay model had to be the runner up, Dustin Jones. Such a shame that he had to come out when his mother read his mail, it should have been in his own time. But such a cutie! I’d fuck him senseless, given half a chance. Like my gay model mags and calendars, I am always on the lookout for a new gay model (preferably amateur) with rippling abs and a chest you could crack nuts on (just not my nuts!).

Then you have the gay model publications that you can’t exactly leave lying around – those you find online. These are great inasmuch as you don’t have to worry about something being found by someone you don’t want to (like Dustin’s mother reading his mail). You can search away to your heart’s content and when the doorbell rings, simply close your laptop lid or turn off the screen on your pc. These include online magazines (such as The Electronic Gay Community Magazine) and websites (yes, pornographic) that advertise ‘first-timers’ or straight guys that ‘turn’ – or are taught to be – gay. Having content such as this (non-gay guys who can be persuaded to be gay), most of the models on the sites are amateurs (or pass as credible amateurs). So you can feasibly believe that the hard hunks you see on your screen are really amateurs and not professionals. Some sites allow you to download videos so you can see your hard models hard at work, doing what they do best (fucking, sucking and generally showing off their trim, taut and terrific bods). Yes, this is porn, but the actors you see are ripped, and it’s easy to put yourself in the picture, being the one doing the sucking and fucking, or being sucked or fucked. I saw a video once where the set up was an audition for a model agency, of all things.

The hot model turns up, and he is obviously not gay at the start (very macho and ‘straight’). The model agency guy doing the interviewing, however, is, and insists on seeing the young applicant naked. The applicant agrees, albeit reluctantly, and he begins to strip. Ok, it’s a bit corny, but the action comes in after the guy is naked and parading around the modelling agency’s office, with the interviewer ‘inspecting’ the model applicant’s ripped body. He strikes a few model poses, flexing his body and looking gayer by the minute. Then the interviewer asks the applicant if he would consider sleeping his way into a job.

The model applicant, even though he is supposedly not gay, says yes, he would. And he goes down on the model agency gay guy. The model agency guy talks all the way through the blowjob, saying stuff like “Oh, you’ll make such a good model, you’d make a great amateur model” and it’s quite annoying (puts you off the job at hand, if you know what I mean) but if you turn the sound off it’s actually a pretty good hummer. The model agency guy is huge and well hung, and his cock is almost absurdly thick. The aspiring model applicant really has his mouth full, and when the model interviewer cums he explodes, and there is a great shot of his huge jet shooting into the model applicant’s mouth. The model applicant makes a big song and dance about swallowing it, but then he asks if he has the job. The boss guy replies only if he can fuck as well as he sucks, to which the aspiring model responds by bending the model agency gay guy over his desk and gives him the fucking of a lifetime. It’s a great video; the wannabe model has a beautiful long, straight cock, and he is hairless so you get some great cock-in-ass action. Of course the whole thing ends with the model-to-be getting the modelling job and he then becomes this great gay model for the agency. But I just love the hard body and the rippling abs – plus, his shoulders are to die for. So is his back, for that matter. And his thighs. Oh to hell with it – his entire body is gorgeous. I had the video bookmarked but I can’t find it so I’ll have to go searching. Last time I think I came across it by Googling ‘hot gay model sex’.

Speaking of gay models, there are plenty of gay modelling agencies around; some can be found online, and these can also afford you the opportunity to have a little fun while viewing the subjects – you can find websites for gay modelling agencies where the models are naked. Even better! There are so many gay modelling agencies out there, if you ever want to look just do a quick search and count them. And the boys – delicious! Some websites feature models with their clothes on and sport a strict no-nudity policy (well, they don’t wear tops, so you still get to see their torsos) but I find that when you leave a little to the imagination sometimes it’s more of a turn on. Have you tried fucking someone while you’re both still fully dressed? I had the pleasure once (well, more than once!), with a guy I met at a gay gym I used to frequent. Again, the gym was populated by models – both amateur and non-amateur – and I fell in lust with this one guy who went on a Monday morning. He had a thing for sex in public places, so we used to find large crowds that could camouflage us while one of us lowered our pants just enough for the other to fuck his ass (with the other’s cock poking through the zipper of the jeans). We’d both be fully clothed, and we’d use the motion of the crowd to disguise the fucking. If I was doing the fucking I’d make sure I was pressed against him so I could feel his model’s muscular back through his shirt, my cock slipping in and out of his ass, and he’d push against me when he could. Trains and concerts were great for it, and I can’t tell you how many train rides we took in crowded carriages, the swaying of the train and the pressing of the peak hour crowd allowing us to fuck in plain view but with no-one knowing.

We went to a concert once and found ourselves surrounded by sweaty bodies, all screaming at the band on stage, some distance away. Phil eased himself through the crowd so he was behind me, and I felt him unzip his trousers, and take out his cock. We were far from amateurs at this by now, and I lowered my pants and underwear just enough so I was still decent (I had a long t-shirt on) but my ass was exposed. Phil manoeuvred himself so his cock was between my ass cheeks, and I gently pulled them apart. His cock sprung up, the moist head poking desperately at my hole. I felt him rub the precum around, and pulled my cheeks further apart so my hole was slightly gaping. No-one could see as Phil guided his cock into me, and the crowd moving around meant I could safely lean against him. He could even fuck me hard, reaching up in front of me to squeeze my nipples as I rocked against his crotch. The noise was such that we could grunt, and as he came he actually roared into my ear, almost deafening me. We weren’t exactly a couple, but when we fucked in public and still clothed I loved him for a second or three.

Being naked was nice, but sometimes not taking your clothes off was just as erotic. Anyway, I digress again. Modelling agencies sometimes front as gay escort agencies, the gay ‘models’ actually being escorts available to be your company for a time. Apollon21 is a Gay Model escort agency with offices all over the world, and who offer company for the discerning gay man. Their gorgeous models are cut and ripped, and many is the time I have imagined hiring one for the night – my very own gay model to do with as I wish. Then there are the modelling agencies that are not exclusively gay. But it’s still fun to view their models and wish they were gay!

As for my collection of ‘gay model DVDs’, that is my way of saying ‘gay porn’. I have a few, not as many as I have printed gay model material, but my DVD collection is still enough to get me by. Many of the gay men who appear in the DVDs want to be gay models, and as amateurs they start out in DVDs or on websites. A DVD is good as you can play it as many times as you want, and not have to pay for the download/s as you do with a website. As with my printed media, I have my favourite gay models in the movies. The amateur ones are my most loved, with the younger well-built guys being the ones I watch the most. Waxed, long straight cocks (a tiny bit on the thin side) buried in a muscular groin and situated below a hardened stomach (again, waxed) and balls that are perfectly hairless. And the abs have to be cut. Model material, amateur (how professional can they be if they’re barely legal?) and not too ‘experienced’ in the movie. If the younger model-type guy is seduced by an older model-type guy, all the better. I love one particular movie where the strapping young model is seduced by a guy old enough to be his father. The older guy is a little on the hairy side for me, but he fits the part well. The young gay model tentatively allows the older gay model to feel him up, and despite him protesting he starts to enjoy this older guy massaging his cock. He appears to be an amateur (or, he just can’t act too well) but eventually they are fucking on the lounge, the young model taking it up the ass like a pro and the older hairy model’s stomach flexing as he thrusts and pounds away. The older guy doesn’t cum in the young model’s ass; instead they jerk off, the young model taking ‘lessons’ from the older guy until they both cover their stomachs in their loads. I always rewind that bit, and take my own cock from the confines of my pants and jerk off. I watch the young model as he spurts, and fuck my hand until I do likewise. Nothing better than an amateur model fuelling a gay bloke’s desires!

So my love for the model and his hard body came about slowly – from Jason and his well-built body and huge hung cock, to the several model boyfriends and fucks I have had over the years, from the gyms to the magazines and calendars. Amateur gay models are my favourite, and I am always keen to meet new ones, and get to know them personally. I hope I’ve imparted some of my ‘passion’ to you!