Spring break was finally here. The last one of my senior year in Colorado, just six weeks out from graduation. Today had started with a flight out of Denver, with crazy winds and flurries, to landing in Nashville. A twenty or thirty minute Uber to my parents’ house, dropping my shit off, and I was straight back into another Uber to my first formal modeling shoot.
I’d been slowly picking up steam on my socials over the last year and I'd even just hit 100k followers. By now, I was used to posting the weirdest, cheesiest brand posts and getting free shit from a bunch of small clothing brands, but this was the big time; my first invite to model for a legit brand with real brick and mortar stores across the midwest.
The pay was dog shit, just $50, but this was the first rocket ship launch I needed to start up towards 200k. I’d worked my ass off, DMing place like crazy, just to book this one gig last minute. The fact they booked me two days probably meant I was a backup after someone else dropped out, but I’d take what I could get, and I had to impress them.
I slung my backpack over one shoulder and headed into a fancy, glass building on the edge of the center of the city. It was totally unmarked from the outside, suggesting some sterile rotation of businesses needing space.
The energy hit me right away, just like my favorite movies. Assistants were running everywhere, bright lights were pointed at various green screens, and a few hot people were gathered around folding chairs and mirrors. Some random woman handed me a bottle of water and pointed me toward a changing room, without a single word. The rush was electric.
I entered the empty changing room, wondering why no one else was in here, and found a tag with my name on it, hanging from a full length door to a closed room. Julian, 22.
“Hi Julian!!!” A woman in her 30s popped out of nowhere and scared the fuck out of me.
“OH, uh, hello!” I responded.
“I’m Deb, we talked on the phone.” She said, hastily, as if she’d had sixteen cups of coffee.
“Oh, right! Thanks for the, uh, the opportunity!” I felt awkward, being only 22 years old, as if I didn’t belong in such a professional setting.
“You can change in there if you want. You’ll find everything you need. Come out when you’re done.” She checked her watch. “You have six minutes.” She was gone in a flash.
I emerged after changing and found her standing way off to the side, away from the other shoots.
That’s when I saw him. A bigger, taller guy was leaning back on a table, clearly flirting with another girl, who was closer to my age. His arms were crossed and he was laughing at something the girl was saying, as she twirled her hair.
The guy had wide, broad shoulders straining in a white tee, with borderline buzzed, short, brown hair, and muscles for days. When he turned, he gave me a head nod, like he already knew who I was and was sizing me up. I felt my stomach flip.
“Julian, right?” A person with a camera said, waving me over. “This is Kai. You two are shooting the summer campaign together.”
Kai pushed off the table and walked over, hand out. His grip was firm. “Yo, man.”
“Hey, I’m Julian.” I said, trying to play it cool even though my pulse was already up. We did the usual small talk; where I went to school, the fact he was from Miami and had just moved to Nashville, and that he was 27. Then they shoved us in front of a green screen for pictures in basic tees and athletic shorts.
Easy. All I had to do was smile, my good genes did the real work.
We stood around flexing and taking constant directions, while three photographers snapped endlessly. Within five minutes, I could barely see straight from all the bright lights in my face. But Kai was a pro. He seemed to know exactly what to do and his smile just kept getting bigger and bigger the entire time.
I felt like we looked good together too. His light skin next to my tan, my blonde curls against his brown buzzed hair. It made me jittery, thinking about people scrolling online in a few months and seeing us. I’d always been the person when I saw an ad, to try to figure out who the models were. That’s what I needed to happen here too and Kai would certainly help draw in eyeballs for anyone with a pulse.
After the casual stuff they moved us to the ‘beach’ set: fake sand and a wind machine.
Time for swim trunks, it seemed.
They handed us each a pair. Five inch inseams, at most, and bright maroon with the brand logo on the thigh. The stylist pointed me toward the changing room again. “If you need to use that, you can, but hurry up…”
If I needed to use it? It had lining on the inside and I wasn’t gonna swing dick in front of a dozen strangers…
I hurried back into the room, kicked off the clothes I’d been wearing, dropped my shorts and briefs, and slid the trunks on. They were really squeezing my package, making the print look obvious; but I guess that was the point.
I stepped back out and…oh my god.
Kai hadn’t bothered with the changing room. He was just standing there in the middle of the set, completely naked. He took his sweet time, eyeing up the swim shorts and leaning back and forth on each foot. Everyone around him was clearly salivating over his naked body and he seemed to be eating it up. The girl who he’d been flirting with looked like she was about to pounce on him like a lion.
His body was even more insane with nothing on it. There were veins running over his arms, a chiseled set of abs, broad chest, and a lack of hair on every single centimeter of his body, showing that he clearly shaved everything for these modeling shoots.
And then my eyes dropped lower, to a soft, cut, average sized dick with a massive, heavy sack sagging down below.
I froze like an idiot, my mouth open, as I stared at him. He straightened up, caught me gawking, and smirked. If anything, he moved the shorts to make sure I had a nice, clear view of his dick, then he held my eye contact while he stepped into his trunks…ending it with a wink.
I walked back over to him, trying to think about something disgusting to put off the growing boner in my tiny shorts.
“Like what you saw, buddy?” He grinned, keeping his voice low. “You were about to burn a hole through my cock with your eyes.”
My face went hot. “Sorry…”
Saying ‘cock’ seemed intentionally aggressive, as if he were either trying to make fun of me or intimidate me.
He adjusted himself in the trunks, not subtly, then walked past me toward the mark. His shoulder brushed mine. “You can do more than look, if you’re into that sorta thing…”
I questioned if he was serious to myself, not daring to actually ask him.
The rest of the shoot was torture in the best way. Arms around each other’s shoulders, jumping in the air, fake tossing a volleyball. Every time his skin touched mine I felt it in my dick. Once, when the photographer had us chest to chest for a shot, Kai leaned in so only I could hear.
“Your dick’s gonna poke me if you don’t calm down, Julian.” He whispered. “You seem excited.”
I glanced down and saw a clear outline of my half-hard penis pushing forward. I felt a blush creep up my neck. Holy shit, I guess he was being serious before. I laughed under my breath. “Your fault.”
He grinned. “You’re welcome.”
They wrapped up maybe an hour later with everyone starting to pack up. The photographer yelled that we were done, and the crew started breaking down. Kai caught my eye, smirked like he knew something I didn’t, and tilted his head toward the hallway that led to the changing rooms.
I followed a minute later and found that the door to the private changing room with my name tag on it was cracked open. I slipped inside and shut it behind me.
Kai was leaning against the mirror. “So, were you staring because you were comparing yourself to me or because you wanted to fuck me?”
My face went hot instantly, but I tried to keep it cool. “Which one do you hope I was doing?”
He took two slow steps closer. His eyes dragged down my body, completely un-subtle. “What do you think?”
I laughed under my breath. “You’re really direct.”
“I don’t have the time or patience not to be.” He hooked a thumb into the waistband of the swim suit, tugging it down just enough to show a V disappearing underneath. “Why don’t you suck my dick, Julian. Show me what you’ve learned in college.”
Fuck. My name on his mouth sounded so sexy. I felt myself harden instantly. I didn’t answer with words and just dropped to my knees, my palms sliding up those muscular thighs. He watched me the whole time, smug and hungry.
I tugged his shorts down and his cock sprang free, now actually hard. It was cut, maybe six inches (15cm) or so, and slightly thicker than others I’d seen. I was certainly no prude, having a ‘number’ of ten from college, but I also wasn’t an expert on this kinda random, unplanned thing with a total stranger.
I licked up the shaft slowly, teasing, just to watch his thighs tighten. He barely moved, clearly experienced enough not to be all that impressed. When I slipped onto his dick, I could taste the sweat of the last few hours, likely from the hot lights shining bright on us.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, his hand settling in to play with my hair. I sank lower and my nose brushed against his smooth groin. I didn’t love giving head, but I certainly would never decline the opportunity, especially for a fit, hot, older guy like Kai.
He let me work for a few minutes, his hips rocking just enough to fuck my mouth, then suddenly both hands gripped my shoulders and he pulled me off.
“Up.” He knew he had the upper hand, at least because of his age. Five years wasn’t that much older, right?
I stood, and he spun me fast, pushing me against the wall. My shorts were gone before I could blink, yanked down to my ankles. His hands were spreading my tight, slim cheeks, exposing my hole to the air, and all I could think about was praying that I’d washed it enough before I came here. I didn’t think I was typically dirty, but I definitely would’ve spent more time cleaning, had I known someone would be that close to it…
Oh, fuccck. His tongue.
“Fuck, yeah, college boy. This is a great ass.” He said from down below right before he spanked me. The way it didn’t ripple made me laugh. He probably said that to anyone. My butt was cute, sure, but I don’t think anyone could’ve picked it out of a lineup.
He spanked me again. I groaned loud, probably enough that someone could’ve heard us if they were in the changing area.
“Shut up, pretty boy. People are still out there.” Kai said, forcefully.
His tongue pushed inside, without hesitation, eating me out like a pro and making my legs shake. I pressed my forehead to the wall and bit my own arm to stay quiet. I was no innocent guy, and I’d had my fair share of guys who loved eating ass, but the way Kai was doing it was as if he had a degree. It was surgical, more than it was hungry, desperate, or sloppy.
He stood up after a minute. “Stay just like that,” he said, his voice confident. “You cool if I fuck you?”
I thought it over. I’d bottomed for two of the ten guys and didn’t love it, but I did consider myself vers. Something also told me, based on Kai’s forwardness and confidence, that this wasn’t a rare thing for him. “As long as you have a condom.”
Two fingers slipped into my hole, while I heard his other hand tearing a wrapper open. I squirmed a bit, feeling the invasion.
“Please tell me you’re not a virgin or something…” he muttered, amused.
“No, not my first rodeo.” I said with a chuckle.
“Good, I don’t need you catching feelings.” His hands gripped my hips and I suddenly felt something a whole lot harder and thicker nudging against my hole. He started pushing and it felt like I wasn’t giving way to him. “You telling me the truth? Seems pretty fucking tight, kid…”
I hated being called kid. I was twenty-two years old. “I said I wasn’t a virgin, I didn’t say I bottom a lot…”
Pop. “Jesus, fuck, aghh…” I moaned, finally feeling the head push through my ring.
“Oh, fuck yeah, now I can tell. Nice, tight college ass.” He very slowly pushed a bit further in and wrapped his hand around my body to hold my abs. “You’re hot. Nice to have a new guy on the scene.”
“Mhmmm…” I moaned, a little louder than intended.
“Shh.” He whispered in my ear. “Quiet.” He started slowly moving. He took his time and it was intentional and strategic. It was neither fast nor slow, and it quickly felt amazing.
He reached around and pulled on my long, loose foreskin. “Oh fuck, your dick is huge.” I smiled, feeling him jerk my uncut eight inches (22cm). “Oh, hell yeah, all natural too.”
He held one hand over my mouth, while the other jerked me off as his speed started to accelerate. He was really good at this, much better than the other guys I’d bottomed for, probably from a high volume of experience. I whined into his palm, feeling my orgasm quickly approaching.
“Yeah, cum for me, college boy,” he growled against my neck. “I wanna feel you bust while I’m fucking you.”
That did it. I came hard, pulsing in his fist, shooting against the wall and his fingers. My hole clenched around him. He grunted and slammed in one last time. I felt him throb inside the condom, his whole body tense against my back as he climaxed. He pulled out slow, tied off the rubber, and tossed it into his backpack like this was just a regular old occurrence.
I was still leaning against the wall, my legs shaky and the swim suit around my ankles. He gave my ass a light, domineering smack. “Good work today. You did well out there during the shoot too,” he said casually, tugging his shorts back up. “Maybe we’ll see each other around. Later, dude.” And just like that, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
I laughed under my breath. My first spontaneous hookup that didn’t start on an app or at a college party.
I guess this was a preview of what post-college life was gonna be like too.
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I couldn’t stop smiling in the Uber on the way back from the modeling shoot. It hadn’t taken long to find and follow Kai on social media.
400k followers…this guy was living the dream!
Hey I had fun, we should hang soon!
I fired it off, feeling butterflies at the possibilities, especially since I’d be back full time soon. I ran through these fantasy scenarios in my head of us taking over the digital world.
I grabbed my backpack and tried to wipe the stupid grin off my face before walking in, but my cheeks hurt from smiling. My other cheeks were a little sore too from getting invaded for the first time in at least a year…
The second I stepped inside, I heard my brother and his friends screaming over video games. It was a sound that always made me feel nostalgic, for when we were younger. Those two runts, Anthony and Mason, had been my little brother, Xavier’s, best friends since they were toddlers. I’d watched all three of them grow up together and was jealous of their unbreakable friendship.
Someone’s voice carried. “Dude, I’m telling you, she wants me!!”
“Bro, shut the fuck up,” Anthony laughed “You’ve never even seen a real one in person.”
I rounded the corner and there they were; my little brother chilling sideways on the huge sectional, his long, athletic legs dangling over the armrest, and his blonde buzzed hair looking fresh. He was literally a mini version of me, just four years younger at eighteen.
The sarcastic little shit of the group, Mason, was on the other side of the couch with his feet on the coffee table like he owned the house, his brown hair flopping into his eyes. He fit every stereotype I had of boys in his generation, always wearing baggy clothes, never shutting up, and talking tons of shit. He’d been talking back to me for fifteen years. And Anthony, the handsome one (I couldn’t deny it) was perched on the floor between them, his back against the couch and scrolling on his phone.
I felt bad saying it but Anthony had seriously come into his own now that he was a young man on the brink of college. He had olive skin, jet black hair, and a gorgeous face. I honestly should’ve been thinking about whether he’d want to get involved in modeling someday because we’d have awesome opportunities to partner together if he wanted to. Maybe Kai and I could adopt him to grow our social media empire even further, I laughed to myself in my own silly imagination.
Three pairs of eighteen year old boy eyes snapped to me.
“Big bro’s home,” Xavier said, sitting up. He looked incredibly happy to see me, which did something warm in my chest even while the rest of me was still throbbing from Kai. “How was it?!” He asked.
“Insane,” I said, dropping my bag by the door and grinning. He caught the hint; this wasn’t something for his friends to hear. I appreciated that I could tell my brother anything, in detail, and I expected that he do the same with girls. He was honestly my best friend. He was cool as hell and had become mature far beyond his years. One of the things I missed the most was watching him play volleyball in school, where he was the star of his team. “First real shoot. They paired me with this guy Kai who…” I caught myself and laughed. “I’ll tell you later…”
Mason’s eyebrows shot up. “Sounds juicy. They paid you to model!? Are they blind?!”
“How funny, runt.” I laughed and rolled my eyes.
Xavier just tilted his head, studying me. He knew me too well. “You look sweaty, like you ran a marathon…”
“Do I?” I touched my forehead. “Just a long day…”
I flopped onto the ground next to Anthony, close enough that our thighs almost touched. He didn’t move away. “So what are you clowns up to?“
“Just chilling,” Xavier said. “Video games, maybe watch a movie before bed.”
“Are you guys staying over?” I asked Mason and Anthony.
“Duh,” Mason added, throwing me a look like I was an idiot.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Okay, chill, pip squeak. Bring it down a level…”
Mason clutched his chest. “Wow, what a good come back!”
Anthony looked up, his hazel eyes flicking to me then away. “When did you get home, anyway?”
“This morning.” I replied.
“And you’re already sweaty, huh?” Xavier said, ribbing me.
“Oh god…” Anthony, bluntly, picking up that he’d been missing the undertones.
“Oh, grow up.” Mason said, genuinely a bit annoyed. Anthony seemed taken aback that Mason was willing to put him in his place like that.
“I’m just saying, like…” Anthony alluded.
“Don’t mind them, they still find farts and boners funny,” Xavier teased, reaching over to ruffle Mason’s hair. Mason swatted his hand away. “But they’ve been growing up quite a bit lately, right boys?”
Anthony went pale in the cheeks as if he’d seen a ghost. For some reason, it made me feel like now I was the one who was missing something, but I couldn’t possibly imagine what it was.
“So was it good?” Xavier asked me.
“Depends which ‘it’ you’re asking about.” I wiggled my eyes and Xavier laughed.
“Wait, are we all saying what I think we’re saying?” Anthony said, looking around.
“What do you think they’re saying?” Mason said, sarcastically.
“Like…gay stuff?” Anthony said slowly.
“Jesus, Ant,” Mason said, shaking his head, but he was smiling huge. I was honestly a little surprised that Mason seemed to be the one closer to my brother in maturity, instead of Anthony. Maybe not on everything, but clearly on this topic.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed hard too. They were still immature high school kids, at the end of the day. I knew my brother’s friends were probably not as accepting as he was, but he would’ve distanced himself from them if they were homophobic. “Okay, kiddies. It’s about time I leave you guys to do whatever stupid shit it is that you do! Go talk about girls or whatever!”
“You don’t wanna have a sleepover with us?” Mason said, grinning again like a sarcastic little shit.
I met his eyes. He was joking, but there was something curious behind it. I couldn’t ever remember him being comfortable enough to come close to flirting with me, even jokingly, so this was extremely different. I tried to think about how long it’d been since I’d talked to all three of them like this.
Fuck it, I could play along. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I said, winking.
Mason’s mouth parted a little and he blushed. “Fuck off!” It was still weird hearing my brother and his friends talk like that.
I stretched, feeling the ache in my lower back from arching for so long, and stood up. “Anyway. School and everything okay, you two? Any girls lately?”
The energy shifted instantly yet again. Mason and Xavier exchanged a look I couldn’t read, and Anthony stared downward.
“What did I say?” I asked, smirking and confused. “That bad?”
Xavier shrugged. “It’s complicated.” Anthony pulled his knees tighter to his chest.
I raised an eyebrow at my brother. He gave me a quick head shake that clearly communicated this was not the right time for this conversation. I respected him too much to push, but this was going straight to the top of the list for tomorrow.
Interesting.
“Xavier, wanna do lunch tomorrow and hang?” Now I was talking as if his friends weren’t there. I never really hung out with them, now nor when we were growing up. It was more so that they were just constantly around…constantly. I used to have to hide my favorite snacks because the little shits would raid everything as if they lived here every single day after school.
Xavier smiled, softly. “Bet. You got it.”
“I’m showering. Don’t burn the house down. Night, boys.” I walked toward the stairs.
Mason flipped me off on my way out and Anthony shook his head like he was used to this chaos. They had a whole bunch of growing up to do before any girl would dare date them.
Upstairs, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped under the scalding water, letting it wash Kai away even though part of me didn’t want it to. I dried off and walked out of the bathroom in a towel.
The hallway to my bedroom was dark, except for the low glow under Xavier’s door. I smirked thinking about it. I missed sleepovers with friends; they didn’t know how good they had it and how easy life was at that age. I wondered if his friends still slept on the old air mattress on the floor together.
I dropped the towel the second my bedroom door clicked shut and crawled into bed. For once my brain wasn’t spinning about exams or brand deals or what the hell I was doing after graduation. Just the dumb, satisfied smile that I couldn’t wipe off from Kai.
After college? I had zero plan. But today’s shoot was hopefully the start of something. Maybe modeling? Fashion? Hell, how hard could it have been to try being an actor?
I had no intentions of working a 9 to 5 job and the marketing degree I was about to get was about as useless as the paper it was going to be printed on. My classes had spoken of print ads, commercials on cable TV, and consumer habits that felt of another era. While my professors were talking about prime time ad buys, I was amassing thousands of new followers per week on my socials. That was the real marketing channel, and I needed to be a part of that wave of people who’d truly ‘make it’ on their own. I was betting on myself, and while I wasn’t naive about my chances, I was going to do whatever necessary to make it happen.
I opened my phone to check my socials. No follow back yet and no response to my DM, but I was sure it was coming. Maybe I could be his younger boyfriend. 27 and 22 were barely any age difference after all.
I was physically exhausted and fell asleep in minutes.
Knock.
I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and hugging the pillow tighter. What an annoying dream that must’ve woken me up.
Knock.
Louder this time…and…real?
I blinked into the dark and fumbled on my nightstand, squinting at the bright screen. 2:16AM. What the actual fuck.
Another knock, softer now, almost hesitant.
“What?” My voice came out gravelly and impatient.
The door creaked open an inch, maybe two. I sat up a little, the sheets around my waist, as I suddenly became very aware that I was full-on naked underneath. “Who is it?”
No answer.
I swallowed, my brain running through the options. It wouldn’t be my parents. Xavier wouldn’t knock. His two friends were immature idiots, who would probably fear being called gay for even daring to knock on my door in the middle of the night, so it definitely wasn’t them.
Which left…no one else…
The door stopped halfway.
My stomach flipped in a way that wasn’t fear exactly, but it wasn’t far off.
“Xavier?” I whispered, confused as hell.
Whoever it was didn’t move and didn’t speak.
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