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Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

by RobertFoley


It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up to his waist. Keegan was on his stomach, the covers only revealing the top part of his butt. Keegan was looking lovingly at Junior, his hand resting on Junior’s chest. The photo was taken so that it showed the kingsize bed and the closet space. “I really like this one”, Charlie immediately said. “I wanted to also show the sliding doors to the outside patio, but there was backlighting”, I said. “There will be a floor plan on the website as well, it’ll be fine”, Troy said. “Or we can do a separate photo of the patio on there?”, Charlie proposed. “Yeah, I can take some more photos tomorrow if you like”, I said, “anything that doesn’t require models.” Because there were ten versions of this same picture, I said, “I’ll have to pick out the best one tomorrow and see if I need to edit it”. “I love the composition though, great call”, Troy said.

The next photo was of Junior and Keegan in the Jacuzzi, toasting glasses of champagne. They were both wearing speedos but with the bubbles there was the implication of nudity, making it both a romantic as well as a sexy photo. “This is possibly my favorite”, Troy said. I looked at him, knowing the hot pictures that were still to come. “That luxurious feel of the champagne, the way they look at each other… It really shows what the resort is trying to do.” “Yeah, great job, Vincent”, Charlie agreed. “It doesn’t show that there is a separate shower though, there was no way with the angle”, I said. “We can do a photo with no-one in it instead for the page, or the one we took with Andre and Todd… We’ll see.”

Scrolling down further, I came to the last picture of the one-bedroom apartment, which was of Junior and Keegan in the kitchen. “This was so smart”, Troy said. I had Junior and Keegan pose in the kitchen, with Keegan hugging Junior from behind while he was cooking. I had taken the photo from further out so the counter was blocking them from the waist down. You could just see the curve of their asses but they both just had their speedos on and had pushed them slightly down. This way, I managed to get the living room sofa into the picture. “Yeah, it’s sexy, romantic, but it also shows off the living room”, Charlie agreed. I was also really happy with that one.

“Right… studio apartment”, I said after scrolling further. The first picture showed Andre sitting up in bed, his upper body exposed, looking at Todd, who we see from behind, nude, holding a tray of fake breakfast. His round, smooth butt really stole the show in the picture, yet it showed the bed, some of the closet space, as well as the sliding door to the patio. “You certainly enjoyed taking that picture”, Troy said. “I’m not going to lie, I did!”, I said. “Todd and Vincent got along so well all day”, Troy told Charlie. It was true, he had been incredibly charming. He was the oldest of the group and had no issue being naked on set. He was the only one to have done full frontal pictures before and I knew that once I was alone I was going to be googling him. “I love the picture though”, Charlie said. “The butt is slightly distracting, possibly. But I have a hard time convincing myself that’s a bad thing.” We all laughed.

The next photo was most definitely one of the hottest ones. “I have two versions of this one”, I said. The photo I showed them was of Andre and Todd in the shower. It was a spacious shower area in both types of apartments, clearly designed so that it easily fit two people. In the photo, Todd was once again with his back to the camera, kissing Andre’s neck. Andre was squeezing Todd’s left butt-cheek. Todd’s thigh blocked Andre’s genitals. Water cascaded off both their bodies. We had created a sock-type construction for Andre’s modesty, but Todd was fine letting it all hang out. His beautiful, soft, circumcised, 4-inch cock was already engraved in my mind. During the shoot for the shower, I remember getting a raging hard-on. “Oh wow”, Charlie said. “Very sexy.” “It shows the size of the shower too though”, I said. “I doubt anyone’s going to look at the shower”, Troy said. “Yeah, but it is the type of photo I would want for the site”, Charlie said. “The passion is so clear here. Like, we want couples to fuck in that shower. It’s why we had the showers made so large.” We all laughed. “That butt is just asking to be photographed”, Troy said. “What’s the other version you have though?”, Charlie wanted to know. Troy giggled. “Well…”, I started, “this was Todd’s idea.” I clicked onto the next one, and well, it was more explicit. Todd was now facing the camera, his gorgeous body on display. His right hand was behind Andre’s head, who was standing behind him, causing Todd’s bicep to flex beautifully. The two guys looked into each other’s eyes seductively. Andre reached from behind and cupped Todd’s genitals in his left hand. I remember the sexual tension in the room and their chemistry was off the charts. “So, I thought this was maybe a bit much”, I said. “Yeah, I agree”, Troy said. “It was good to try out, but I feel like it crosses the line between slightly gratuitous man-candy on a resort website into softcore porn.” “This isn’t porn!”, Charlie objected. “Yes, it’s very hot, and yes, it distracts from the bathroom that it’s supposed to show. But it’ll get people clicking! Plus, no butts and no genitalia in this one, doesn’t that mean we could post it on Facebook and Instagram?” “I don’t know”, I said, “it looks like they’re fucking. Could be pulled down.” “Well, let’s think about it”, Troy suggested. “We can choose tomorrow.”

The next photo was of Andre and Todd in the kitchen. Because it was the studio apartment, there was no sofa. And the kitchen was also smaller than in the one-bedroom apartments. I wasn’t immediately sure how to stage this photo. I ended up with a photo taken of Andre and Todd from the waist up, shirtless, obviously, with in the background the sink, the stove, and the fridge. That way I showed off the kitchen as well as I could. Andre and Todd laughed as they looked at each other and were feeding each other some food. Troy and Charlie agreed that it was well done.

Then there was the group shoot by the pool. I ended up doing two photos. One was in the pool, and one by the bar. The issue here was that although Troy had prepared an extensive wardrobe of speedos for the models, none of them would fit over Todd’s big butt. I had quickly picked out speedos in different colors and patterns for Andre, Junior and Keegan, but I couldn’t find anything that really suited Todd. I could still picture his bubble butt shaking up and down as he tried to pull the suit over his cheeks. I remember getting my second raging hard-on of the day right there. I wasn’t sure if Todd in his too-small swimsuit would be sexy or strange for the photo. In the end, I decided to work around it. For the photo in the pool, Junior and Keegan were lying on two of the sunbeds by the pool. Andre was standing on the steps that lead into the pool, water up to his knees, really showing off his body. Todd was closer to the camera, submerged under water up to about his chest. Charlie and Troy loved the photo. “It’s not as romantic as the other photos, but that makes sense”, Charlie said. “Yeah, the pool and the sunbeds are for the ‘Recharge’ part of the resort”, Troy agreed.

The next photo was taken at the pool bar. I had Todd stand behind the bar, he smiled and looked at Andre, who was shown from behind. His black and white speedo accentuating his butt. We also saw Keegan from behind in a white speedo. Junior was shown from the side, which meant we saw his face and the curve of his ass, encased by a red speedo. Keegan and Junior were also talking to each other. “I see you decided to stick to the two couples”, Charlie said. “Yeah, I could have mixed them up, but I felt like the chemistry was so there between the couples, it was hard to stray from”, I said. “I like all the speedo butts though”, he replied.

The next photo was taken in the gym. I realized too late that there was no wardrobe for this, so Junior and Keegan were still wearing their speedos in this shot. I shot Junior on the chest fly machine up close, where you can see Keegan running on a treadmill behind. Just Junior’s face is in the frame, and Keegan’s upper body from the side, avoiding the wardrobe issue and showing off the gym. This picture was also approved by my hosting couple.

Then there was a photo taken at the restaurant where we sitting at that very moment. I had asked Junior and Keegan to put on the clothes they came here in. It showed the back of Junior’s head and Keegan in his dark blue T-shirt, lovingly looking at Junior while they were having food at a table in the restaurant. In my mind the photo would have had a candle in between them and it would have been nighttime, but this also worked. “Yeah, I see what you mean, it could have been an even more romantic photo, but this is great as well”, Troy said. “That guy’s face is gorgeous, this is the best shot of him for sure”, Charlie said, talking about Keegan.

The last two photos were taken in the spa. The first one had Andre and Todd in the sauna, wrapped in towels. They were both sitting on the wooden bench, their eyes closed, their bodies shiny, holding hands. “Yes! Recharge and reconnect in one photo!”, Charlie said. “I love it!” I smiled. I was glad that they were liking it so much. The last photo just showed both Andre and Todd on massage tables with towels halfway down their asses. That was an easy call.

“You did very well”, Charlie said. “Thank you so much.” “You showed why we picked you and had you fly in. I didn’t doubt you for a second and I am very happy with the result”, Troy added. “I’ll take some more pictures without the models tomorrow though”, I said. “Great!”, Troy said. “I’m going to be working on the website for the rest of the week, I hope we can go live by the weekend!”

In the week that followed, I was getting used to the life in a Palm Springs resort. I was taking some more photos, but boredom set in quite quickly. Charlie and Troy were around, working on the resort and stuff. And they were nice, but I felt a little useless. I helped Troy with the website, and soon the first reservations were coming in.

Once my photos had been published, Todd added me on Instagram. He had already shared many sexy photos with his 245.000 followers and I took my time looking at all of them. The photos were slightly more out there than the one on his agency’s website, but I guess that made sense. The last photo he had posted was one that I took, the shot of him and Keegan in the sauna. He recommended his followers to check out the website and book a stay at the resort. He tagged me and Keegan and said he had had a great time working with us. But that was pretty much the most exciting thing that happened for a while.

I asked Troy how he was doing staff-wise. Had he hired anyone to work the reception desk, the bar and wait tables at the restaurant? I said I was willing to help out where I could. Troy said that he and Charlie would be working most of those shifts but that I was welcome to help out if I wanted, especially at reception and the bar. I said that I would love to and insisted on not getting paid.

But it was only a week after the photoshoot that I got an e-mail from PEER International Models. Apparently the models had said good things about me at the agency and they were looking for a fashion photographer for a shoot only a few days away. If I was available, I was asked to contact the office as soon as I could. I immediately called and got Bonnie Crockett, whose name I remembered from that e-mail Troy had forwarded. “I’m really glad you called. A client who asked us to deliver models had his photographer cancel, so we were trying everyone, but it was such short notice. Todd Barlow, one of the models for this job, suggested we try you.” “Todd is going to be at the shoot?” “Yes, you will be working with Todd again and three other male models. It’s for an underwear website. I will e-mail you the details.” “Great!” I’m not going to lie, I was incredibly excited to see Todd again.

I arrived at the studio in Santa Monica and parked Troy and Charlie’s car. They had been so cool about enabling me to be here, even if I had insisted they put me on the work schedule at the resort. I got out of the car, rang the doorbell and immediately saw a man open the door for me. He was in his 40s, balding, glasses, goatee. “Vincent Aquino?” “Yeah?” “Alfred Garcia. Nice to meet you.” Alfred was the client Bonnie had spoken of. “Nice to meet you too!” He let me in and gestured for me to walk in a certain direction. “Thank you so much for agreeing to do this on the short term. I got you in here early to explain what exactly is going to be happen today. Coffee? Water?” “Coffee would be great”, I said.

Alfred was a very talkative, possibly even hyperactive guy. He explained that he was the owner of an online retailer of designer underwear and swimwear for men, which was called underwearsubscriptions.com. People could order some of their favorite brands from around the world from his website, but they could also opt for a monthly subscription where they would be sent three pieces of underwear at random. The website has an online following on social media as well as on YouTube, where people can interact with and see videos of their favorite models. The four models coming in today had all appeared on the site and the YouTube channel before. So Alfred had desperately wanted to get this group together today even when the photographer cancelled, just because there were fans waiting and a big number of new collections had come out. Like I said, he was very talkative.

He showed me the racks of underwear he was going to shoot today. There were labels that said ‘Joshua’, ‘Kyle’, ‘Matthew’, and ‘Todd’. “We get two models in for the morning. They do one piece at a time. You shoot them front, side, and back. I might step in and adjust the underwear if necessary. Our viewers like the guys with big asses. And don’t get me wrong, so do I. But those big asses get the underwear wedged right in there…” I just smiled. “Then the other two arrive, and we put them in swimwear and go to the beach just around here. I will film the four of them playing around on the beach. If you could make some action shots, that would be great. The first two leave and we do the same as we did in the morning. Like, when we’re shooting one, the other is changing. It’s proven quite effective in the past.” “Sounds good!” I was actually looking forward to it. There was very little room for improvising or artistic input on my part. But it was a job and there were going to be guys in underwear.

I had only gotten to see what the models I was working with looked like a day before the shoot. Immediately when they walked I had recognized Kyle Fullerton and Matthew Stedman from their profiles on the PEER International Models website. Kyle was a black man, his head shaven smooth, with the most sensual lips I had ever seen. Matthew was incredibly pale in comparison, with hairgelled blond hair, blue eyes and a scruffy blond beard. They were going to need very different lighting settings, so I needed to figure out how to quickly switch between two settings, but thankfully it didn’t take me long.

Before I knew it, Matthew was already in front of my camera in green briefs that only covered about two thirds of his big, round behind. I was starting to see why these guys had a social media following. Matthew was incredibly attractive with his darker chest hair, his massive thighs and butt. His blue eyes popped naturally on camera. Alfred could immediately see my photos on a computer screen and agreed to all three photos I took of Matthew. That took most of the nerves away that I had for today. Kyle was next in red briefs that covered about the same portion of his bigger than average ass. For the shot from behind, Alfred walked into frame to pull the briefs from Kyle’s crack. “I got a case of hungry butt again?”, Kyle quipped. I wanted to say I had just the solution for that, but I had just met all of these people today and decided it wasn’t the professional thing to say. By the time he was done, Matthew walked back in front of the white screen, wearing tight, dark blue trunks with a black waistband. His ass was again a main attraction. It was only now I realized that these guys were changing right behind me where the clothing racks were. I could just turn around and probably catch Kyle naked right now. But I had to remain focused on the job at hand.

During the morning, I did catch glimpses of both Kyle’s and Matthew’s butts as they were changing. My effort to sneak a peek and not get caught proved futile, as soon they were in front of my camera in jockstraps and even thongs. To them it seemed like no big deal, but I felt like I was witness to something very sexually exciting. However boring the job was from an artistic point of view, it certainly was very exciting when it came to the man-candy department.

By the end of the morning, Todd walked in. In between shots he walked toward me and gave me a hug. He was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his massively muscled arms were a sight to behold. I got butterflies in my stomach immediately, as the chemistry between us felt tangible immediately, even though I wasn’t even sure if he was gay. Like, my gaydar had gone off with both Kyle and Matthew, and last week with Andre and Keegan. But with Todd, I just didn’t know. “So good to see you again”, he said. I thanked him for getting me this job. “No problem, man. I really enjoyed working with you and I wanted to help make today happen, so…” “Thank you so much, either way”, I said. He couldn’t possibly know how much he helped further my career by getting me my second job out here in California. I was also introduced to Joshua Weatherford, the other model for the afternoon, who had this really nice smile. A perfect set of white teeth and little wrinkles by his eyes. With his black hair, scruffy beard and tattoo sleeves on both his arms, he was a completely different type than all of the other guys.

I finished the last of the underwear and swimsuits that Kyle and Matthew had on their rack. They had to keep the last pair on to wear to the beach scene. For Kyle this meant a blue and white Speedo. Matthew had a multi-colored striped Speedo. Joshua and Todd had also changed into their swimwear. Joshua, who I knew from the agency website to have tattoos covering most of his upper body, wore some blue trunks. Todd looked gorgeous as ever in white Speedos. All four of them had absolutely amazing asses. As they walked in front of me to Santa Monica Beach, which was only a few minutes away, people’s heads were turning. I of course snuck a peek here and there.

Santa Monica Beach wasn’t very crowded, it was 2:00 PM on a weekday. The models were instructed on what to do. Alfred had brought a small videocamera and it was my job to make photos. The guys jogged away from the video and then toward it. They played some volleyball where there was a net. They chased each other around a palm tree. The guys really made it look natural, and I captured some great shots. Alfred told me in advance that the guys themselves were about equally important as the swimsuits, so I decided to focus on both. I could only hope he, as the client, would be satisfied with my work.

Most interesting was when the guys were told to play in the water. They splashed water at each other and threw the ball around. When they all walked out, I managed to get a shot of the four of them in a row and I immediately noticed Todd’s white Speedo had become see-through. His circumcised cockhead was fully visible, giving me an instant hard-on. “Very good!”, Alfred said. “That’s a wrap, let’s go back to the studio.” He gave each of the guys a towel and we all walked back. The models walked in front of us again, and now I could see that the back of Todd’s swimsuit was also transparent, giving me an unobstructed few of his cheeks and crack. “Will you be able to use the last shot? Todd’s suit is see-through when wet”, I told Alfred. “Oh, I wanted it to be that way. And he knows. You should see what we’re putting him in later”, Alfred raised his eyebrows at me. “He loves it, too. You’ll be able to tell why Todd is a fan favorite”, he concluded.

Kyle and Matthew thanked me for a great shoot and left. After a short lunch break, where Todd told Joshua all about the shoot at the resort, we got to work on the second half of the underwear and swimwear. And it did show that while Joshua was mainly posing in boxerbriefs, trunks and briefs, Todd was coming out in jockstraps, bikinis, thongs, and some things I could only describe as male lingerie. Underwear with cut-outs, mesh panels, some more spandex type things, inventive pouches, backless underwear… There were loads of different things there. Joshua seemed boring in comparison, as every time Todd came out it was a complete surprise as to what he would be wearing. And Alfred had been right. Todd loved it. I started noticing in some of the underwear that his cock wasn’t pointing down but up. In a light-colored thong I noticed a wet spot, that immediately got me hard as well. And as the afternoon went on, Todd had a full-on boner, sometimes poking out the top of some of the skimpy underwear he was being put in. But no-one said a word about this. Todd just continued to pose and everyone went on like they weren’t aware. Alfred even continued to adjust the underwear every now and then, coming very close to Todd’s hard cock. I knew why Todd was a fan favorite. But did this mean he was gay, if the underwear was turning him on? Or maybe he was just an exhibitionist?

When the shoot was over, Alfred complimented me on the job I did. I asked him if he had seen the photos I had taken on the beach. It had been the only time during the shoot where I had been able to make the photos my own in a way, but I was uncertain if it was what he had wanted. “I looked at some of them during the lunch break, and you really did a good job. You have an undeniable talent and I will tell the agency how happy I was with you.” “Oh wow, thank you so much!” We shook hands and I said I hoped we would work together again. I was packing up my stuff when a fully dressed Todd came up to me. “Hey”, he said, “I had a great time working with you again”. “Thanks, same here”, I replied. “I appreciate that I got the opportunity and that’s completely down to you.” “Look, it was my pleasure.” I could make a joke about his pleasure and how his cock had somehow been fully erect for half of the afternoon, but again I didn’t as it didn’t seem professional. “I may have another job for you, could we discuss it over coffee later this week?” “Absolutely!”, I said enthusiastically. “It’s something that sort of goes outside of the agency, and I only saw an e-mail address on your website. Do you have a number where I can reach you?” My heart started beating faster. He probably was actually going to ask me for a job, but a part of me wanted to think he was actually asking me out on a coffee date. “Sure”, I said, as I quickly gave him a business card that I had made ages ago. “Great”, he smiled as he looked at the card. It had the photo of Luis on it, nude. “Nice card. I’ll text you. You’re in Palm Springs, right?” “Yep. We can meet at the resort if that’s good for you?” “Oh that could work! Gotta go now, my trainer is waiting for me.” He hugged me like he did when he came in, slung a gym bag over his shoulder and walked out. I unashamedly checked out his ass. “I’ll be in touch!”, he said, looking back. It was very likely he caught me looking.

To be continued….

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***This story was posted previously on my blog*** The past week had gone by so fast. Greg had been really friendly in the office, we were starting to become friends. Elsie had become suspicious, asking me if I was sure nothing had happened once I dropped Greg off at his place. I had promised Greg not to tell anyone in the office about the attempted robbery, and I had kept that promise.

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** The last week at work had been slightly awkward. After Greg and I had practiced wrestling at my apartment last weekend, and I had knocked him out cold three times, we sat down and talked. I advised him again not to come to tonight’s wrestling meet, as I knew he would be eaten alive and be expected to engage in gay sexual activity. The

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 1

I sighed as I waited for the red light to turn green. It was Friday. One more day and it’d be the weekend again. Last weekend I had been doing an intense course on NLP and hypnosis so it had been a while since I had been able to be at home and chill out. This made me look forward to the weekend even more than usual. But now I was on the exact same route that I was on five days a week, to my

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 2

Hmm… I woke up and realized there was no rush to get up. Last night had been fun, drinking with just the guys from the office, and Ted. Jason hadn’t stayed for long. He had seemed so confused by being under hypnosis, he asked me questions about it until he had finished his drink and then quite suddenly left. Reda hadn’t stayed too long either. It was Marshall, Jake, Ted, and I that had stayed

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 3

It was a Wednesday morning, just past 11 AM, and Jason and I had just boarded the airplane for the first leg of our journey to New York. We would have a short layover in Chicago before finally arriving at our destination around 4:40. I had never been seated in business class before and I did feel a little fancy. It’s weird how you dress differently for a flight when it’s work-related. I wore a

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 4

I heard a vague beeping sound. I could feel myself slowly waking up. At first I didn’t know where I was. I felt someone’s arm across my chest, pulling me close. I looked around and recognized the New York City hotel room. Jason had spent the night on top of the covers, lying on his stomach. He was fast asleep. He was still wearing his sexy briefs. The beeping was the alarm on my phone. I set

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 5

The next morning at breakfast, Jason and I immediately had to act like we only shared an office and never a bed. Several attendees of the conference were having breakfast at the same time as we waved them good morning. I was in the morning-after glow when I suddenly noticed the difference between what Jason was having and what I was having. “Can I ask you something?”, I said softly, to make

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 1

As I was finishing packing up my things, I regretted my earlier decision. My friends Jerry and Rosa had gotten married and were travelling to Europe for four weeks for their honeymoon. They had asked me if I could housesit, mainly for their cat, Bubba. And at the time, I thought of it as an easy favor to do my friends. They had a nice place, further out in the city. They lived in an area of

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 2

I was getting used to living in Jerry and Rosa’s home. When I woke up, I rolled out of bed and went for a run in the park that was right next door. I would then shower, make myself a coffee and sit down to work. And work would go really fast. If I got tired, which was usually around 5, I sat back on the sofa and read the hypnosis book to learn more. Within the hour, Jon would park his car across

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 3

As I ran onto East Pratt Street, on my way to Joseph E Lee Park, I had to think what my friends had said last night. I had gone dancing with this couple I had known for quite some time. Gary I had known since college and I remember when he met Michael during one of our nights out, about 3 and a half years ago now. Michael had also become a great friend of mine. I had felt embarrassed telling them

Juan, the Spanish Lifeguard

Looking out an airplane window never got old. Seeing the blue sky while flying above the clouds had a beauty about it, yet at the same time the view was also quite surreal. I looked to my left and saw my sister Katie sleeping in her seat. It was because of her we were on our way from Cleveland to the island of Gran Canaria, Spain. After working as a manager of a hotel for the last ten

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 1

A bit unnerved, I walked through the hallways of the school that employs my brother. It was the first time I ever set foot in the building since I had been a student there long ago. It was a lower school, and like for many young skinny gay boys, it wasn’t the greatest of times. Memories came rushing back and they weren’t good ones. Normally, I would meet my brother Jesse at the bowling

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 10

“So Rafaela cheated on you and you left?” “Yes. I walked in on them. I was so angry.” “Why couldn’t she just move out though?” “It’s her house. Her parents bought it. I don’t want to live there.” “But then...”, Matt paused. “Why did you come all the way over here?” “I don’t know many people in the US. I’m afraid if I go see my family in Mexico, I might not be allowed back.” “Because you

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

“Oh Lord, have you seen the new Coach?” “God, he’s got an ass to die for!” I sat quite far back in the risers while I watched a live soccer match for the first time. Matt had signed up as a coach for this girls’ team in Salinas. After considering moving to San Francisco so he could coach a gay rugby team, he in the end decided against it. Matt didn’t want to leave the kids he was teaching

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 12

It had been so nice to meet Matt’s brothers and his sisters-in-law. It was a great night. Lots of laughter and good food. It was a surprise how different the Burne brothers were from each other. Jim was a successful business man, more the formal Burne brother. Tom sported a bushy beard and a slightly rounder physique. He wore a shirt with a floral pattern and seemed quite laid-back.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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