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Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

by RobertFoley


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. “So, are you nervous for your big date?”, Troy asked. I smiled. He had been teasing me about this for the last few days. But I didn’t mind. He knew I was really getting my career off the ground. Bonnie from PEER International Models had called the day after the shoot for Underwear Subscriptions and had asked if I would like to be on file for the agency. This meant doing portfolio photos for the agency’s models whenever necessary, but when a client would ask for the full package, I could also be chosen as the photographer for their shoot. I was seeing hits on my website increasing and lots of male models adding me on Instagram. I had posted some photos from both the resort shoot and the underwear shoot and it was also attracting another certain type of follower. As long as it meant getting my name out there, I felt like I was on the right track.

I heard a car door close. “That’s him”, I said out loud. “Go get that job”, Troy said. “Blow or otherwise.” Todd walked in. He wore a green T-shirt and black slacks. “Hey man! Good to see you”, he said as he again gave me a big hug. “Good to see you too, welcome back”, I said. “You remember Troy”, I continued as I pointed at Troy behind the reception desk. “Yeah, the owner, right?”, Todd said as they shook hands. “Are you happy with the photos?” “Very happy! Lots of reservations coming in, so they’re definitely getting the attention I was hoping for.” “I’m glad to hear that”, Todd said. “Todd and I will be in the restaurant”, I told Troy. “Sure. Charlie is out there, he’ll get you guys something.” “Perfect”, I said.

Todd and I walked across the pool area to the outside patio of the restaurant. We sat down and indeed Charlie was working in the kitchen with some chef he and Troy had only recently hired. When he heard us come in, he came over to shake Todd’s hand. “Hi, you must be Todd. I’m Charlie. I’m Troy’s partner.” “Nice to meet you”, Todd said. “I’ve seen the photos you did, thank you so much.” “It was all Vin”, Todd replied, looking at me. I blushed. Charlie clearly sensed the chemistry and asked if he could get us anything. We got ice coffees. Charlie left our table.

“Hey, thanks for meeting me”, Todd started. “Sorry if I made you drive far”, I said. “I live in West Hollywood, so yeah, it’s a bit of a drive. But you’re worth it!” I smiled. It had been such a long time since I was single and had someone flirt with me, that I was unsure if I was just interpreting something as flirting or that it actually was. He could just as well have meant my photography skills were worth it. So I didn’t say anything back. “I wanted to talk to you about a project I’m planning. Like, don’t get me wrong, I like the agency jobs, but what I really enjoy is the more artistic kind of project. Like, a dream of mine has been to do a coffee table book with artistic, erotic photos. You know I’ve done nudes before, and you saw me do the erotic underwear shoot.” I silently nodded, but loved how casually he touched on that. “But only in a studio. So my idea was to go somewhere exotic. Caribbean, I don’t know. Get a hotel room, find a private beach… And make a coffee table book with an island holiday as a theme.” I was really liking where this was going. The more artistic photos, the nude part, but also the trip to somewhere exotic. “So I launched this Kickstarter thing, called it ‘Todd on Holiday coffee table book’ and guess what, I made the target! All thanks to my Instagram followers! So now I owe them something great.” “That’s awesome!”, I said. “And I was hoping you would be the one to do this adventure with me. I’ve seen you’ve done more artwork in the past and I love the way you incorporate it into commercial work. Plus, you’ve been so chill to work with… So I was hoping we could arrange something!”

Our ice coffees came at that exact moment and we spent a good hour talking about the project. Todd talked to me about the budget he had, which would easily take care of flights and accommodation. We would both get a portion from sales as payment, but Todd had the fee I normally asked included in the budget as well. There was no way I could say no to this. So we then talked about the sort of pictures and what he was looking for. “Like, they can be spontaneous pictures. I want people to get the feeling like they’re on holiday with me. Say we are there for two days, I’m OK with you shooting throughout. We can have some more posed pictures, of course, but not 100%.” “I really like the idea of that”, I said. To be able to improvise and go my own way with things had always been my favorite assignments.

Only a few weeks later I was at LAX. I met Todd at the check-in desk. “Hey Todd! Are you ready?”, I said when we hugged. “Totally! Lots of working out and dieting the last couple of weeks. I am good to go! You?” “I can’t wait!” We went through security, where I realized Todd only brought a small bag. When I mentioned it, he said, “I do plan to be naked most of the time”. We had some hot tea before we had to board, as we first took the red-eye to Miami. We would have about a five-hour layover in Miami before a short second flight to Turks and Caicos.

Once the plane took off and left LAX, Todd said he needed to sleep, so he would look good for the shoot. And in a matter of minutes I noticed him dozing off. He looked really cute and innocent. I decided to make that the first photo of the trip, as it was definitely part of the ‘Going on holiday with Todd’-experience. I had my camera in my carry-on, because I didn’t trust handlers with it. So I took the first snap before the cabin crew turned the lights off.

We landed in Miami at 7:19 AM local time. Todd said he had slept like a baby. It had taken me a little longer to fall asleep, and the time difference wasn’t in my favor. I probably got about 3 hours of sleep. We got some breakfast at the airport. We chatted and laughed. Todd was a really nice guy. I definitely had a crush on him and I still wasn’t sure if it was mutual.

The flight from Miami to Turks and Caicos was less than two hours. I was tired and according to Todd I slept through the entire flight, which was good. We were picked up at the airport by someone from the hotel that we were staying at. Todd had booked the location, saying it provided nice views and privacy. And he wasn’t lying. When we got there it turned out we had a one-bedroom beach house. It had a spacious living room, or sitting area with a small kitchen where we could make tea and coffee. There was a large kingsize bed with white draping around. There was a bathroom with both a shower and a bathtub. But what really stole the show was the private sundeck with views of the ocean. There was a small plunge pool just for us and an outside shower, which already got my mind racing about photographic possibilities. The sundeck gave direct access to the beach, which didn’t seem as private as I had hoped. But Todd had done really well picking the location, I was impressed.

We both changed in more holiday-like attire. I saw Todd change in front of me without any problem, like I had gotten used to since I knew him. But now I had to also change in front of him. I realized I felt self-conscious next to his perfect body. I decided not to let it show and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. Todd changed into a sleeveless shirt and some really tight shorts. I noticed he took off his briefs as well and was going commando. His big, smooth bubble butt barely fit into his shorts and when he went and walked ahead of me, he was a sight to behold.

We walked to the resort’s poolside restaurant which had some Caribbean-inspired specialties for lunch. I truly felt like I was on holiday now. And sitting across from Todd I again had that same feeling I had when I first saw the Laredo Resort in Palm Springs. That feeling when you’re single in a romantic place and you just wish you were there with someone you love. Only this time Todd sat across from me. He was so sexy. His smile, his brooding brown eyes and muscled arms made me feel like I could very easily fall in love with him. But I was afraid. Afraid to speak up. Afraid to ruin a good work relationship. So I kept quiet. I did take a photo of him sitting across from me.

After we had a great time at lunch, we both felt quite tired from the trip. “Wanna spend the rest of the day lying around on the sundeck?”, Todd proposed. “That sounds fantastic!”, I said. We walked back, and once we got back to the beach house, I immediately changed into swim shorts, got out my book and sat myself down on one of the loungers with my sunglasses and sunscreen. It was such a peaceful place to be. I know this was technically a work assignment, but I felt so relaxed. With a perfect 86 degrees (30 Celsius) I laid back and let the ocean breeze come over me. I heard Todd walk onto the sundeck behind me and he went straight for the outdoor shower. As he walked past me I looked up from my book and noticed he was naked. As he showered, I scrambled below the lounger where I left my camera. I quickly got up and started taking some pictures with the beach in the background. His hands traveled up and down his body as the water cascaded down his body. He was in incredible shape and a delight to photograph. His full bush got wet, making his four inch cock look smaller. He was clearly aware that I was there with my camera but he didn’t look at the camera, making for the best shots. I felt a bit like a paparazzi photographer, but after 5 or 6 shots I knew I had what I wanted.

Todd turned the shower off and sat down on one of the steps of the plunge pool. He closed his eyes and looked at the sun. I took some more photos and then let him relax. The rest of the day he was naked on the sundeck. He sat on the lounger next to me and rubbed sunscreen all over himself. He drifted off at one point and I saw his cock get semi-erect while he slept. I took one sneaky photo of that as well.

That night we went to a different restaurant in the resort. This one had more of a Mediterranean cuisine. We sat outside while the sun was setting and I was getting those romantic feelings again. The day had obviously been very intimate and my crush on Todd was developing. Todd, however, was talking about how we should try to find a secluded beach tomorrow to do some posed nude photos. We thought the beach outside of our beach house most likely wasn’t going to be private enough to do nude photos. I suggested we also do some shots in swimwear and he enthusiastically replied he did bring baby blue speedos that go transparent when wet.

I ordered some wine with the food, but Todd was clearly still watching his weight and only drank water with his food. It was only when we got back to the beach house that night that I realized that we would sleep together in the kingsize bed. “I’m beat, I’m going straight to bed”, Todd said, already stripping off his shirt and soon after, his shorts. I saw his big bubble butt wander into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I hesitantly took off my clothes but stopped at my briefs. I looked down at my body. I had to remind myself that I had no reason to be insecure. I was shorter than Todd, my arms and abs weren’t as defined, but I did work out and it showed.

Todd came walking out of the bathroom and came straight toward me. His dick swung back and forth as he walked. “Hey, I just wanted to say how happy I am that you’re here with me”, he said as he gave me a hug. I felt his cock press against the top of my briefs. “I’m having a good time”, he added, holding onto the hug, “and I love that we’re doing this.” Todd let go enough to look at me, keeping his arms wrapped around me. The chemistry between us was tangible. I feel like at this point I finally knew he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. And I felt like he now knew how I had felt. I smiled. And suddenly he kissed me.

It was a passionate kiss that I immediately answered. His hands moved from my face to the back of my neck. I just held him as close as I possibly could. Our chests, stomachs and crotches touching. My underwear-clad bulge brushed against his cock which in no time had extended to a rigid seven inches. I couldn’t wait any longer and put my hand on his cock, stroking it. He used both hands to pull down my black briefs and out popped my rock-hard cock, bouncing around. “Oh my God”, he whispered. My thick, nine inch dick curved upwards and he was all over it. First jerking me off, but soon getting down to his knees to blow me. He really got in there and made himself gag a number of times. This only made me want to fuck him more. But he wasn’t done sucking me off. And he was really good at it. At one point I felt like I was about to shoot, so I had to pull his face off my cock. “Please eat my ass”, he said without missing a beat, gasping for air.

Todd jumped on the bed on all fours and spread his cheeks open. I finally got to eat out that beautiful butt that I had seen bouncing before me, photoshoot after photoshoot. And it tasted like heaven. Todd was really into getting his ass rimmed and moaned, maybe even whimpered. Yet it didn’t take long for him to say, “Please put your cock in me.”

And I did. I had to take it slow, because Todd’s hole was tight. “Fuck yeah, open me up”, he said as I slowly went in further. As his hole adjusted to my cock I could fuck him faster and it felt great. It was like our bodies were made for each other. Todd moaned in pleasure, even though I’m sure I was also hurting him a little bit. He didn’t seem to mind. The bed went back and forth as we fucked and after so long I finally felt like I was connecting with someone on a higher level. My world hadn’t ended with Luis, it just needed a restart. And boy, was I back up and running.

Todd soon came and then insisted that I cum on his face, which I did. He kissed me passionately with my own cum still dripping down his lips. We cleaned up and fell asleep embracing each other.

The next morning I woke up to a beautiful sunrise in Turks and Caicos. I smiled. I was in a romantic place and I had someone to be romantic with. I looked to my right where Todd was still sleeping soundly. We had both kicked off the covers and Todd had a serious case of morning wood. I slowly got out of bed and reached for my camera. Because the working trip wasn’t over.

THE END


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

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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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