My name is Jon. I lived in a London suburb. This all started when I was 18. Even as a child, I was considered good-looking. When I hit my teenage years, I blossomed, growing to 6'1", with a lovely complexion, while my mates were developing acne. My looks received a lot of attention, from both sexes, but, while I had a few girlfriends, it was a smokescreen, as I had known I was gay from an early age. By this time, I had never had, nor wanted a boyfriend, the idea of a long term relationship at my age appalled me. As for the rest of my stats, I'm white Caucasian, slim, with a 6.5" dick, not that it's important. I had a few gay fiddles at high school, but I was still a proud virgin.
I saw an advert in a gay publication for models, and, being quite precocious, thought I'd give it a go. I had to email a portfolio of myself wearing various clothes, including one in just my underwear. I asked a friend to take the pictures, starting in a suit, then casual, shorts and the boxers. I must confess, I 'fluffed' myself up a little, and made sure my penis was positioned nicely.
I was invited to a posh studio in Soho. That morning, I had a long shower, making sure I was spotless. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I played with myself until I had a full-blown erection. I carried on jerking, then stopped, as I wanted to look my best for the photo shoot. I chose Levi 501s and a Nike hoodie, with matching trainers, and made my way to the capital.
I was met in the reception by two smartly dressed young men in their 30s. They looked like models themselves. They looked me up and down approvingly, and showed me through to the studio. To my surprise, there were three photographers, two with expensive cameras, and one with a camcorder. I was given an England football kit to put on. I stood in a mock up of a changing room. As I undressed in front of them, they started taking pictures. Realising what they were after, I did a slow strip, turning to show my perfect ass. By the time I was in my boxers, I had a semi. I put the white kit on. The satin like material felt amazing. Then they asked me to strip again. I took the kit off, and stood there in my boxers, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. One of the guys from reception came over to me and gave me £50, and said, "This is on top of your fee, you'll get another £50, when you've finished." I looked at them quizzically. "Wank for us." I thought about refusing, then thought 'what the fuck', and stripped naked. I'd seen enough porn to know what to do, and slowly worked myself up, twisting and turning. Stood up, bent over, lying down, I began to enjoy putting on a show, even licking a finger and putting it in my ass. I hadn't even noticed the two receptionists tossing as well. Eventually, I lay on my back, arched my hips off of the ground, and blew more cum than I had in ages. There was a round of applause. I was thrown a towel to clean up and got to keep the England strip. I regularly wear it now when I masturbate.
I was delighted to get a copy of the pics and video, and found myself jerking over my own body. Then they called me up and asked if I'd like to do something steamier, and that they would pay well. I journeyed up to London again, not knowing, (but half expecting) what they wanted. Perhaps I was a little naive. When I arrived at the offices, I was shown through to a back room. There were four other handsome men there, about the same age as me. Alarm bells rang, I wasn't prepared to to lose my virginity like this.....yet. My mind was put at ease, when the proposed scene was played out to me. In dirty in football strips, we were coming in after a match, covered in mud, moaning to one of the team how he'd let the side down by scoring an own goal. We have to push him to the floor, strip him and toss over him. I'd seen similar clips in porn and was well up for it, even if it involved kissing other guys and handling their goods. We did several practice runs, keeping our clothes on. Once the director was happy, we were smeared with mud and told to improvise. The victim was pushed and jostled to the ground. One of the boys pissed on him, then knelt so the lad could suck him hard. This was our cue to kiss one another and drop our shorts. It was the first time I'd held another man's erection, since larking around and circle jerks on the school playing fields. The four of us took it in turns to kneel and have our cocks sucked, then stood over him and, one by one, showered him in cum. The last lad shot a colossal amount. Finally, the boy on the ground could jerk himself. My first attempt at a bukkake, and I rather wished I'd been the recipient. I journeyed back home, and had to have another wank in the evening, thinking of the day's proceedings.
I checked my bank balance the next day, £100 for the original jerk, and £250 for the group session. What's not to like? I upgraded my underwear, including several jockstraps. I couldn't wait to see what they had in store for me, but thought I'd better write and tell them of my virginity, incase it impeded on the next shoot. They wrote back, asking whether I'd like to sort it personally, or whether one of their studs should do it, also asking whether I wanted to top or bottom, something that never occurred to me. In the end, I wrote back, suggesting we did it off camera the first time, and just go with the flow. I particularly liked one of the boys who stood next to me in the shoot, tossing me off. He was a great kisser.
