Date: Thu, 08 Mar 2007 17:02:45 +0000
From: Prepguy
Subject: Teen Covermodel    Part 2

When Tommy arrived in the lobby of the downtown building for his second
photo shoot of the day, he was breathless.  He had just sprinted four blocks
from the parking lot so as to not arrive late.  As he hit the button on the
elevator, the video display showed it to be 6:08pm.

"Fuck," he thought to himself, not believing how late he was.  Still wearing
the tank top, shorts, and sneakers that he had worn to the gym, he was
drenched in sweat.  And to make matters worse, as he stood in the quiet of
the elevator and he inhaled, he realized that his face smelled of cock, and
that his breath reeked of cum.

It had been a busy afternoon.  On his drive home from the studio, traffic
was heavy.  Tommy had eased the time by imagining himself again knelt on the
floor of his friend Cory's living room between his strong legs, his fingers
massaging Cory's hairy thighs while his mouth pumped up and down his
friend's shaft until it would turn purple and explode into his throat.

Cory lived across the street; the two boys had known each other since they
were babies. At eighteen, Cory was now also a total stud, and unfortunately
one who was only turned on by girls.  But after years of turning down
Tommy's quiet suggestions of sex, a few weeks back Tommy had finally
convinced Cory that his mouth could bring the stud a great deal of pleasure.
  There had been a late-night party that the two had carpooled to together,
and on the way home - as a drunken Cory expressed his frustrations in not
having got laid that night - a nervous but horny Tommy began to rub Cory's
leg and, not getting resistance this time, ultimately unzipped Cory's jeans
and lowered his head to suck his friend's cock; Tommy's unusually large
mouth, his thick, pouting lips, and his relaxed throat muscles were exactly
what Cory needed; three minutes later Tommy's head, dripping with cum, rose
up from next to the steering wheel.  As Tommy happily licked his face and
swallowed, he listened to Cory's disbelief at how good it had felt.

They both became addicted to the sex.  Since then Tommy had given his friend
more than 30 blowjobs - late at night when Cory would call his cell phone
and have him sneak into his bedroom, or in the broad daylight of Corey's
parked car after they would finish baseball practice, or even a couple times
in a bathroom stall at their high school.

And after each one, when Cory would inevitably push him away, Tommy wished
that another hard cock were being pressed into his mouth.  It wasn't exactly
consistent with his all-American reputation, but Tommy knew deep down that
he was happiest when he was giving head.  And Cory's body drove Tommy nuts.

For Tommy, each time he saw his friend slide his pants down and expose his
huge, hard dick into the open air it was paradise.  That this straight stud
would lean back and not object as Tommy's face approached the swollen organ
was hard to believe.  And the many moans and squirms that Cory would make as
Tommy cared for the teenager's cock were things etched into Tommy's memory,
ones that he loved to relive at every slow moment.

But that afternoon, as Tommy finally arrived home, his friend's car was not
around and his cell phone went to voicemail.  Frustrated, Tommy went to his
room, masturbated, and then slowly headed off to the gym.  Thirty minutes
into his workout, Tommy was whispering 'thanks' into his cell phone.  Cory
had returned his call, and Tommy, while standing in the gym and trying not
to be overheard, convinced Cory to feed him more of his semen.  Within
minutes Tommy was in fact living out his day's fantasy (even insisting that
Cory sit on the living room sofa of the empty house instead of the boy's
bedroom).

And so, sixty minutes before the boy who was the cover model of Amber's
clothes catalog was due back in the studio for his first swimsuit shot, that
boy's shapely, muscular, tanned body was knelt on the floor in a suburban
living room while his soft-skinned, beautiful, innocent face with the
picture-perfect blond haircut was deliriously sucking on another
good-looking, well-built boy's cock - neither boy paying attention to how
fast time was going.  When Tommy finally stood up, wiping Cory's cum from
his chin and lips, he gasped as he saw what time it was, and ran to his car.

And now the elevator doors opened and a frazzled Tommy stepped into the
waiting area.  "Oh, Tommy," Kate, the production assistant, exclaimed, eager
to see him.  "Hurry up, you're late."

As Tommy issued his apology, explaining how a ball game had run late and
thus his appearance, Kate reassuringly walked him to one of the dressing
rooms.  "Here's yours," she said, handing Tommy a small red swim suit.
"Your first chance to show that new buff of yours," she said kiddingly.

"Yep," Tommy said,

"Knock 'em dead," she said.

Laughing, Tommy asked if there was time to take a shower.  Kate looked at
him, appearing to study him.  As an experienced photo consultant, Tommy knew
the look.  "No, I think you go in the way you are.  Rugged and sweaty, you
will look just like out of the beach."

Tommy nodded, but was not convinced that the photographer would approve.

"He thought you were going to be too young to fit in with the other guys,
but all sweated up you look much more credible.  Trust me."  With that Kate
turned around, gesturing towards her watch to emphasize that Tommy must
dress quickly.

In the fluorescent-lit dressing room, Tommy quickly peeled his shirt off.
He briefly glanced at himself in the mirror, admitting that his workout in
the gym had helped puff out his pecs nicely even if it had been cut short.
His feet slipped out of his sneakers, and he slid his shorts and boxers down
to his ankles.  Naked, he reached for the trunks and briefly admired himself
in the mirror again before sliding them on.  They fit him perfectly.  As his
fingers touched the trunks, he noticed his cock, while soft, was quite
large, the result of having been solidly erect during the ten minutes when
he had been giving head to his friend.  Normally he would have jerked
himself off while blowing Cory, but there had been no time for that approach
that afternoon.

Five minutes later Tommy was severely regretting that.  As he settled into a
director's chair waiting to be called onto the newly set up beach set, his
eyes raced from one hunk of a model to the next.  He had to work hard to not
sport a hard-on.

And he could tell that all eyes were soon on him.  It is not every day that
one sees a teenager with a face and body as stunning as Tommy's - but to see
him standing virtually naked, glistening with sweat and heaving muscles, is
pretty much off the charts for any guy who likes men.  And this evening,
that seemed to apply to every one in the room except the photographer, who
was oblivious to the many exchanged looks while he debated with Kate about
the lighting.

Two of the four on the set were indescribably attractive to Tommy - one a
muscular Italian, about 21, the other a preppy blond with an incredible
face.  And beside him offstage, two other models sat in their chairs also
waiting with Tommy - one a young African American, about 20, and the other
an indescribably handsome brunette with a warm, boyish face.  The brunette
introduced himself as Ferenc (a Hungarian name, he explained), and the other
as Stephen.  As Tommy made small talk with them both, his eyes could not
help but gaze down at Ferenc's body - his smooth shapely chest, his tight
triceps, his flat hairy stomach, his muscular legs.

Tommy's cock began to twitch, terrifying him under the circumstances, yet
again and again Tommy could not help but look down as he talked with Ferenc.
  The bikini trunks began to hurt as his growing cock pressed against it.
It did not help that Ferenc soon sensed Tommy's repeated glances, and
responding by beginning to look overtly down at Tommy's body.  Tommy licked
his lips in anticipation.  The two looked each other in the eye.

"I'm 26, how old are you?" Ferenc asked, in a way that seemed to suggest
absolute romantic interest but that, whatever the answer, it could only be
too young for Ferenc.

"Oh great," Stephen exclaimed.  "Can't you two wait until after the shoot to
try and fuck?"  From his voice, it seemed obvious to Tommy that he was gay,
and quite jealous of the two of them.

Both looked at Stephen, but only Ferenc with the experience of past
encounters.  "Shut up," he said softly to Stephen.  Stephen rolled his eyes
and rose to get a bottled water.

"He's such a jerk," Ferenc said.

Tommy nodded.  "Eighteen," he blurted.

"No you're not."

"He's twelve," Stephen suddenly sarcastically blurted from several feet
away, apparently still listening.

Ferenc moved away from Tommy.

"I turned eighteen this weekend, I swear," Tommy insisted.

"Uh huh," Ferenc replied.

"Jail bait," Stephen cooed.

Ferenc and Tommy sat looking at each other, until Ferenc moved to adjust his
crotch.  He cleared his throat and stood up.  Tommy also stood up, each
looking at the other's nearly naked body.  Both were extremely impressed.

As Tommy stared at Ferenc's crotch, he saw it twitch; it seemed clear that
Ferenc had a large cock.  Ferenc awkwardly swiveled around.  Both knew they
were shortly to be on camera, and this was now a problem for them both.

Ferenc pointed towards the dressing room.  "I'm on next," he said.  "I've go
to go get something."  He began to back away, while still facing Tommy.

Tommy moved inches from Ferenc's ear, looking up at him.  "Can I come?"
Tommy whispered.

Ferenc's face seemed both pleased and shocked at Tommy's directness.  He
laughed warmly.  "I don't think..." he stammered.

At 6:57pm, a flash on the set filmed the first picture to appear in Amber's
catalog that featured Tommy in a swimsuit.  Two other pictures, both also
showing a sweaty, muscular, sexy side of Tommy that had not been so visible
in prior catalogs, were taken one minute later.

And all three published pictures featured one of the widest grins Tommy had
ever had.  Kneeling with a beachball, behind him in the frame were three
other models.  One of those models was Ferenc.  And the pictures, with
Ferenc towering beside Tommy and wearing the bikini trunks that Tommy had
earlier peeled down to the floor and that now were just inches from Tommy's
head, were taken literally less than four minutes from when Ferenc's torso
had pinned the all-American boy's head against the wall of the dressing room
for a final thrust before emptying a torrent of cum into Tommy's mouth; and
less than three minutes from when an appreciative Ferenc, happy to get on
his knees to return the favor, wrapped his lips tightly around Tommy's cock
and gave him his first blowjob (at just thirty seconds, it was the fastest
time Ferenc had ever had a cock ejaculate into his mouth after starting to
suck on it).

Thus, as the picture was taken, both boys still shook with joy from the
hurried, lusty experience.  Neither still believed how perfect the other
looked, nor how natural it was for them to do what they had just finished
doing.  As both boys grinned into the camera, their mouths still quivered
with the musky taste of the cum they had each swallowed.

And as Tommy looked up at Ferenc's body, then up at the other nearly naked
models, he already felt himself getting hard again.  Tommy now understood
how easy it was for guys to do porn, as he had seen so many times on the
net.  If he had been asked to, he would have gladly serviced every guy on
the set.

When Tommy drove home, it was already late.  In the back of his mind he
replayed how the day had finished.  How the Italian model, whose name was
Marco, stared hungrily at him and slipped Tommy his phone number on the way
out before leaving with the blond.  How Ferenc, now dressed in cute shorts
and tank top, knocked on his dressing room to say good-bye.  How incredible
Ferenc looked when he agreed to come into the dressing room and sit in the
chair, and let Tommy open his shorts and suck his cock for a second time
that evening.  How Ferenc leaned over and kissed him on the top of his head
after cumming, quietly pulled his shorts up, and left.  How Tommy, once
getting into his car, then called Marco's phone number.  How, soon enough,
he stood in the lobby to Marco's apartment building being buzzed in.  How
quickly Marco managed to get Tommy's clothes off.  How intensely Marco and
the blond (whose name was Matt) seemed to react to his naked form, and then
to his cock, as they took turns expertly sucking it and then watching him
shoot a rope of bright white cum across his smooth, muscular chest.  How fun
it was, even after his orgasm, to unbutton Marco's shirt and lick down to
his belt buckle.  How his eyes widened at how thick Marco's cock was, and
how slowly he had to take it into his mouth.  How different it felt to suck
on a cock while another guy (the blond, whose name was Matt) watched.  How
ecstatic he felt when he turned his head with Marco's cock still in his
mouth it and saw that Matt also had a thick cock, with beautiful golden
pubic hairs, and that he was about to press it against Tommy's cheek.  How
he so comfortably could switch from sucking one cock to another and back
again, and how both came in his face right after the other.  And how both
studs ran their fingers across his face to scoop up the cum still on his
cheeks and then placed their fingers into his mouth so he could hungrily
lick the and swallow the remaining drops of their cum.

It was the sexiest experience Tommy had ever had.  He had always wanted more
than one cock at the same time, and now that he had done it, it was truly
double the pleasure.  Plus he tasted four different flavors of cum that day,
a new record.   He rubbed his cock as pulled into his driveway.

Seeing his family was asleep, he quietly went up to his room.  Soon the
light went out.

Until 1:30am.  That's when a horny Cory called Tommy's cell phone, and the
teenager snuck into the darkness to cross the street to Cory's house.  In
the darkness of Cory's bedroom, with the naked stud spread out on his back
across his bed and quietly gasping, Tommy received his sixth load of cum for
the evening.  As the eighteen year-old's tongue licked up the last drops of
cum dripping from Cory's huge shaft and his hands ran across Cory's thick,
sweaty muscles, Tommy smiled.  It had been a good day.