The Alpha Bro

Tank’s friend, Guillermo, asked if he could be a calendar model for the next year.  This isn’t an unordinary ask from Tank’s friends so he happily accepts and prepares days ahead to get his body in tip top shape so that he can get it to look good on camera.

By the time the photoshoot date rolls around, Tank has conditioned and toned his body more than it already looks.  While Tank is already a pretty big muscled guy, his training and lifting makes it appear that his muscles are always pumped which bodes well for a photoshoot like this that accentuates muscles and the male physique.

The venue is a small warehouse with a large crew that’s putting the finishing touches of the different sets together.  Dozens of people scamper around the sets and tend to the models to make sure they look as pristine as they possibly can to best convey the sensual vibe of the shoot.

When Tank walks in he’s immediately greeted by Guillermo who is a skinnier and smaller set guy by comparison to someone like Tank, “Tank!  Thanks for agreeing to do this on such short notice, I knew I could depend on you.”  Around Guillermo’s neck is his trusty digital camera.

“Of course!  Always happy to help out Gil,” Tank responds with a wide smile.  The two give each other a quick hug as they always do when they see each other.

Gil says, “I have you in for June since that’s when your birthday is so I thought it would make sense and you always have a beach bod anyway.  I was also hoping you would be okay with being March too–we had a last minute drop out.”

Tank smiles and nods.  “I don’t mind at all.”

“You’re a fucking lifesaver like you have no idea, thank you so much!  Go ahead and get ready, we’re working on February right now so you’ll be up pretty soon,” Gil says before running off to start taking pictures again.

Tank goes to the changing area of the warehouse which mostly comprises makeshift separated curtains that act as changing rooms.  As Tank gets to his designated changing room he briefly makes eye contact with a familiar face.

It may have been a month ago, but Tank always remembers the faces of the people that meet his cock.  He briefly makes eye contact with Marcus from the outdoor beach gym.  Marcus immediately blushes and hastily walks away.  Tank can’t help but have a small smirk creep up on his face.

When Tank goes into his changing room he can see the different revealing outfits for him to wear for today’s shoot and a small mirror to make sure he’s put everything on correctly.  March’s outfit is a tight pair of emerald green shorts that gives way for Tank’s bulge to be comfortable and obvious to the camera as well as a green glittery bow tie and white cuffs.  June’s outfit is an equally short pair of swimming trunks, sunglasses, and multiple seashell related accessories.

Tank quickly changes into the outfit for March, making sure he has everything on correctly and adjusting what he sees fit.  He leaves the changing area and back into the main photography area where the set has been changed to match the green theme of March.  Before being directed to take center stage of the set, several assistants rub slick oil all over Tank’s body.  The oil highlights each and every crevice and bulge of Tank’s muscular body and reflects nicely against the soft studio lights.

Gil directs Tank’s shoot smoothly, the two have worked together so many times before that their cohesion is seamless.  Many of the poses are playfully suggestive with a strong emphasis on Tank’s muscles and bulge.  As Tank is modeling he can see Marcus watching from the crew in his own revealing outfit that hints to Tank that Marcus is a hired model.

When the shoot for March ends, Tank is told to hurry and change into his outfit for June.  Tank obliges with no questions, quickly making his way back to his changing room.  Not long after Tank enters his changing room, Marcus steps in, quickly drawing the curtain closed.  Tank turns around to see Marcus’s flustered and bashful face trying not to make any sort of eye contact.

“Oh hey there,” Tank greets with a wide smile.  “Nice to see--"

“Shut up,” Marcus hushes.  He steps in a bit closer to Tank and whispers, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your cock and it’s pissing me off.”

“I’m sorry, it has that effect on people,” Tank responds, chuckling a bit to break the tension in the confined space.

“You don’t get it.  I want it so badly.  You’ve gotten me thinking about it so much that I think about it when I jack off instead of watching porn.  That fucking dick of yours is all I can think about and it’s driving me crazy.  I’ve even had other guys in me and they’re nothing compared to your cock,” Marcus confesses, his eyes periodically peering down at the defined outline of Tank’s cock.

Tank grins, he recognizes the look on Marcus’s face.  It’s not the first time Tank has charmed someone enough that they want his cock.  Tank places a hand on Marcus’s shoulder and says, “If you want it, all you have to do is ask.”

Tank pushes Marcus down onto his knees.  Marcus is practically drooling as he’s at eye level with Tank’s dick that’s barely obscured by the thin fabric of boxer briefs.  Tank presses his covered dick against Marcus’s wet lips.  Marcus kisses the outline of Tank’s cock, sucking and licking as he wants to taste the hard meat.  Tank pulls down his shorts, his massive cock springing forth and slapping Marcus in the face.  Without any hesitation, Marcus gets to work.

Marcus runs his tongue all along Tank’s long shaft, savoring each and every hot inch that he’s been missing inside of him.  Marcus’s tongue swirls around Tank’s big cock head before he takes it into his mouth.  Marcus looks up at Tank as he’s sucking, his eyes are treated to the glistening image of Tank’s oiled muscles flexing before him and Tank looking down at him with a playful, mischievous grin.  Marcus’s hands find themselves sliding up Tank’s body, feeling every ab and muscle until they reach Tank’s large juicy pecs that are a handful each.  The erotic sight of a cock hungry boy tending to his cock gets Tank even harder and oozing with precum.

Wanting to feel more, Tank grabs the slides of Marcus’s head and thrusts his cock.  Marcus must have practiced as he’s not gagging as much as he once did, but his throat is getting maxed out by Tank’s thick cock that completely takes over his airway.  When Tank pulls out, Marcus coughs and gags a bit, his thick saliva completely coating Tank’s now slick cock.  Marcus breaths heavily and strokes Tank’s cock as he kisses and sucks the low hanging bull balls before his eyes.

Tank pulls Marcus’s hair to make Marcus look at him.  Tank commands, “Give me that ass.”

“Yes sir,” Marcus complies with ease.  His entire expression is different from what it was when he first entered the changing room.  The agitated look has changed into one of servitude and eroticism.

Marcus stands and turns around, sticking his ass out for Tank.  Tank’s saliva slick cock pushes into Marcus’s tight hungry hole, once it pushes past the sphincter Marcus lets out an excited yelp.  Tank grabs Marcus’s broad shoulders and begins thrusting into a nice tight meaty ass that accepts his cock without any issue.

Marcus can feel each inch of the big cock inside of him.  He can feel it slide in and out, hitting that pleasurable spot inside of his ass that he’s been yearning for someone to hit.  The pleasurable pain of Tank’s cock stretching his hole out makes him moan each and every single time.

Tank pulls Marcus’s hair again to force him to watch himself in the mirror in front of them.  Marcus is incredibly turned on by the sight of his pleasured face and rolled back eyes.  His body flushes red with the rising heat shared between the two.  Marcus’s oiled muscles bounce in rhythm with Tank’s thrusts, adding onto the visual eroticism before him.

“Hey Tank, are you okay?” Gil’s voice speaks from the other side of the curtain.

Marcus immediately hushes his moaning voice, his face turning a bright red.  Tank peeks his head out from the curtain and says, “Yeah!  I’m almost done, I’ll be out there in a bit.”

“Okay, we’re just waiting on you, so come out when you’re ready!” Gil walks away leaving Tank to continue fucking Marcus.

Tank’s strong arms wrap around Marcus’s neck and pulls him upward.  Marcus’s body arches and he’s able to watch his own cock flopping in the mirror and his muscled body taking in Tank’s big cock with each strong thrust.  With the time crunch imminent, Tank’s thrusts are faster, harder, deeper.  Marcus’s moans are quiet, but he wants to let loose.  He’s been missing Tank’s thick, fat cock since their initial encounter and he wants to savor the feeling of it in his ass again.

“Looks like I need to hurry, you want my cum don’t you?” Tank asks.

Marcus turns his head, his completely exasperated face flushed red.  Marcus nods, a weak moan concurring, “Yes please.  I want it so bad.”

Tank leans in to kiss Marcus’s cheek, saying, “Good boy.”

The thrusts are sped up, slamming in deep.  The repeated hammering of Tank’s cock is driving Marcus wild, his own hard cock flopping about, his moans filling the small changing room until he cums all over the mirror and floor without even needing to have his cock touched at all.  As Marcus cums, his ass tightens around Tank’s cock, squeezing hard.  WIth a few more pumps, Tank holds Marcus tightly and thrusts one final time.  Thick hot cum fills Marcus’s ass, the hot sensation getting him drunk by the sensation.   Tank’s cock pulses and pushes more and more cum until he can feel himself depleted of his hot fluids.

When Tank pulls his cock out drops of Tank’s cum splatters on the ground.  He commands Marcus, “Lick it up, don’t let that good cum go to waste.  And lick yours too.”

Marcus obeys without question.  He drops to the floor, licking up Tank’s cum to savor the delicious thick sperm that he’s been missing.  He licks up all of the cum he shot, the strong masculine flavors mixing in his mouth.

“What do you say?” Tank asks.

“Thank you for your cum sir,” Marcus breathes out heavily.

“Good boy.”

The rest of the photoshoot goes by without issue, Tank modeling perfectly to Gil’s vision.  However, Tank notices that throughout the rest of the shoot, Marcus touching himself any time Tank is the central focus of the camera.