The great ting about the company I worked for, was that they had several strings to their bow. Most times I would be modelling designer fashions, Armani suits or Dolce & Gabbana boxers. I learnt to strut the catwalk, with girls and other guys, all looking fabulous. Other times I'd be stripping for nude shoots, showing off my nice ass or wanking on camera. I became accustomed to masturbating with an audience, and tried to refrain for a couple of days before hand.
I was still undecided about losing my virginity and if so, which way? We did another multi-guy shoot, this time as farm hands, and I had my wish to be the recipient. We were given tatty cut-off jeans, ripped T-shirts and Doc Martens. An argument broke out, I'm jostled to the floor and stripped. All four of them pissed over me, something I found strangely erotic, and I sprung a boner. They then proceeded to masturbate over me, covering my hair, face and chest in pools of cum. It took about 30 seconds for me to add to the mix. I went off to shower. When I came back, still drying my hair, one of the models was still hanging around. Jake was beautiful, as were all the guys, but he kept himself in exceptional shape. I little shorter than me, with dark, curly ringlets hanging down over his seductive eyes. His pecs and abs were well defined, and a treasure trail led to a neatly trimmed bush, shaved balls, and a long, uncut cock. He came over to me, and, putting his arms around my waist, said, "Jon, I've fancied you since you first joined. I love everything about you. You're the subject of my night time fantasies." I found myself kissing him more passionately than anyone I'd ever kissed before, on set or in real life. Despite only just cumming, we both had erections. Breaking from the kiss, I said, "Jake, you are the most beautiful guy in the company, and if I were to lose my virginity, I'd love it to be with you." He invited me to his apartment for the night. He lived in a converted barn, with lovely beamed high ceilings and a mezzanine floor. Deep pile cream carpets ran throughout. We kicked off our shoes in the hallway, and he took me by the hand to the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, we kissed like long lost lovers, undressing each other. In the half light, he looked even more gorgeous. I knew I was ready for it. He kissed his way down my body then sat on the bed and gave me head for the first time. I nearly shot my load again, even more so when he played a finger on my bum hole. He fell back onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. "Please, just relax, you'll be fine." We rolled around, kissing and cuddling, and then I went down on him, the first time I'd had a cock in my mouth, though I could just about get the tip of my own in, if I bent over on my back, and I've splashed spunk over myself. Into a sixty nine, everything coming naturally to me. He licked my sack, then kissed and licked his way up my crack. His tongue found my hole and I gasped in delight. He slobbered around my hole and even managed to get his tongue passed the ring. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two, searching out my prostate. I felt vulnerable and excited at the same time. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs, I thought, 'It's now or never'. I felt him smearing lube on me, and then he pushed gently, and he popped through my ring. My virginity was gone. He leaned over and kissed me, assuring that I was okay, and then began to slide in and out, giving me the most wonderful sensations. We'd stop, kiss, roll around, and carry on. I rode him, rocking back and forth, producing precum for the first time, then jerked myself. Lifting myself up, he thrust up into me. I matched his rhythm. He came deep inside me as I exploded over his body. I collapsed on top of him in a sticky mess, kissing, and thanking him for being so gentle. We fell asleep.
In the morning, he gave me a towel and a toothbrush. We both used the bathroom, showered and had breakfast, then went back to bed. We were soon locked in an embrace. Kissing and cuddling again, he said, "I want you to do it to me." I tried to copy what he'd done to me the previous night. After lots of foreplay, I lubed him and myself, and mounted him missionary. We just held still, enjoying the feeling, then slowly began to fuck. I held his right leg and did as nature intended. I tried to make it last, but my balls had other ideas and I shot my load. Undeterred, I put my head on his tummy and caught a face full of his jism.
We stayed in bed until lunchtime, drifting in and out of sleep. By mid day, we were ready to go again. We showered together, soaping one another in the confines of the cubicle. "Take me here", I whispered. Using shower gel, he used a couple of fingers to open me up, I braced myself against the tiles, and he penetrated me. This time, he went much harder, holding onto my hips and banging me for all he was worth. I jerked myself and we came together, him inside me, and my cum running down the tiles and away with the water.
Reluctantly, I had to go home, but I couldn't wait for our next shoot together. Word got around with the other studs, and the company, that I was up for sex, but the question was, would I want to perform on camera. After all, I was still a novice.
