Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2017 11:06:02 +0000 From: Horny Harry Subject: Bold Moves Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This is a completely fictional story - it is in no way real nor does it represent or suggest anything about the true sexuality or behaviour of the actors who play the characters involved or other real life celebrities featured. The Bold and the Beautiful belongs to Bell-Phillip Television Productions / CBS. Also please consider donating to Nifty so we can keep fuelling our fantasies ;) Chapter 2 Jack had hoped Thomas would give him tickets to his Aussie menswear fashion show, but no such luck. Call in Plan B - his grandmother Jackie M. Using her fashion connections, she gifted Jack a front row ticket to the show. Right next to her hunky toyboy husband Owen Knight. Although Jack was pleased to accompany his 30-something dark haired, blue-eyed, muscle-bound step grandfather, he believed Owen should have been modelling in the show instead. Owen's hotness had only increased since the days of Jackie's "Indulge" campaign. As the show segued into the best bit, underwear, twin models Zac and Jordan Stenmark strutted down the catwalk in all their blazing glory. The sexy brothers were seasoned pro's who had risen to international fame, but one quick glance in Jack and Owen's direction as they turned and posed caused unprecedented embarrassment: Jordan turned rock hard; his cock springing upright. Camera flashes erupted but Jordan remained the consummate professional as he just smiled proudly while his briefs strained. He and Zac then finished their walk and headed backstage; bursting into laughter while the next duo headed out. "What the fuck?!" A stressed-out Thomas yelled at the twins from across the large open dressing room. While the audience loved seeing Zac's massive erection, he was concerned the incident would overshadow his line. Jordan ducked as if he were dodging a flying bullet, but some quickly pulled him behind a curtain. "Shhhhh." Jack said, putting his finger to his lips as he slid down Jordan's briefs; sinking to his knees as he lowered them before helping Jordan out man-to-man by pleasurably sucking him into deflation. "Where did he go?" Thomas demanded as he reached Zac only to find Jordan conveniently gone. "I don't know." Zac shrugged, curious himself as to Jordan's whereabouts. "Well you find him and tell him I'm pissed." Thomas said before focusing his attention on a monitor as he supervised the remainder of the show. Zac knew Jordan couldn't have gone far and peeked behind the curtain; unsurprised by the sexy shenanigans going on. Seeing his brother getting sucked instantly made him hard too. The timing couldn't be worse - the guys were due back on the runway to close the show in just a few minutes. Two hard models that couldn't control their raging cocks wasn't a good look, from a professional perspective. They needed to put the quick in quickie if they wanted to keep their jobs. Zac quickly slipped behind the curtain and presented his cock to Jack for service. Jack fit both tools in his mouth as he jointly sucked them; observing that even their dicks were identical: the same long 9" length...the same thick girth...even the same scent of cologne that rubbed off from their underwear direct from the Forrester Creations boutique on George St. Moments later they were joined in the confined corner by Owen, who'd been looking for Jack. Without hesitation, Owen got on his knees as his lips pulled Zac's cock into his oral orbit while Jack continued attending to Jordan. Meanwhile, Thomas was both furious and panicking when he found Zac and Jordan's final change of clothes still on the rack, untouched. He madly searched the dressing room and toilets to no avail. The only place left was behind the curtain. As unlikely as it seemed anyone would be there, he had nothing to lose by being thorough. Upon discovering the behind the scenes foolery, Thomas simply grabbed Jack and Owen's heads and roughly shoved them back and forth into the Stenmarks' crotches repeatedly as he tried to speed up the process. "COME ON. FASTER. MAKE THEM CUM ALREADY." Thomas demanded, desperate to get his models off. When that didn't work as quickly as he needed, Thomas stepped behind the twins, reached around them and grabbed control of their cocks as he chaotically jerked them. "Damn your amazing stamina." Thomas cursed. Then a creative idea hit him. "Take your goddam shirts off!" Thomas barked at Jack and Owen. Their combined bank of ripped muscles should be the stimulation the twins needed to blast. Cottoning on to Thomas' logic, the guys did so in addition to dropping their pants to their knees as they showed off their plump bulges, teasingly rubbing them to build the twins' adrenaline before finally whipping out the meat. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The twins moaned in unison as they blasted their boy batter all over Jack and Owen. There wasn't a second to lose as everyone filed out from behind the curtain. But in another display of incompetence, a distracted crew member grabbed Owen and Jack by mistake. "Put those away boys, you can play with them later." The guy said as he tucked Owen and Jack's cocks back into their underwear. In the pandemonium they'd forgotten to cover their cocks or put their shirts back on. "Oh and you better leave those here." The guy continued, hurriedly lifting the guys' legs one at a time as he pulled their fallen pants off over their ankles. "Wait!" Thomas said, but the crew guy didn't hear him as he shoved Owen and Jack out onto the runway. "Never mind". He sighed to himself. It was too late to correct the mistake now. The audience erupted into applause as the cum-covered, underwear-clad studs improvised and strutted their impressive stuff down the runway. Owen and Jack were so modelesque everyone was none the wiser; believing the cum to be a provocative stunt that made Jackie and Owen's cougar shots look sweet by comparison... *** After the show: As crew and models began filtering out backstage while Thomas gave interviews and attempted unnecessary damage control, Owen pulled Jack aside. "I couldn't let you have *all* the fun." He grinned as he pushed Jack against a wall and leaned into him as they kissed. Jack had lusted after Owen so long even a simple kiss with him was incredible. "But don't tell your grandmother." He warned playfully before kissing his grandson-by-marriage again. It was such a weird label that no-one ever referred to them by their technical relationship. Jack then caught a glimpse of Zac and Jordan discreetly waiting for him at the end of a dark corridor. This didn't go unnoticed by Owen, who followed Jack's gaze to see the same thing. "Go on." Owen urged Jack. But Jack's hand clasped Owen's, inviting him to join. He wanted to share the experience of whatever was about to happen with two of the world's top models with his favourite relative. "Thanks for helping out before." Jordan discreetly whispered in Jack's ear and squeezed his ass as the studly gang found an empty room deep in the hallows of the Sydney Opera House. Having all the time they needed now, all-out proper sex ensued with the Stenmark's finally able to bury their cocks inside a hot tight ass. As Jack discovered, there's no better way to take twins than both at a time. He was in hedonistic overload as he got Owen's cock in his mouth too; making him even more envious of his grandmother. But after today, he was sure Owen would help keep his feelings under control... ;)