By now, I was considered to be a senior professional, and as such was privy to new applicants and auditions.
We received a portfolio of a guy, Zane, who was recently out of high school, and looking to get into modelling as a springboard to acting. Even though I was only a few years older, he seemed like a babe, weighing no more than 95lb (43kg), but his baby face and twinkling blue eyes were very endearing, with a hint of devilment in them. We called him in for an audition. All his pictures had him fully dressed, and we wanted to know a bit more.
I remember he had an 11am appointment on a Monday morning. When he arrived he was very nervous, so rather than getting him to strip for a shoot, the two bosses and me gave him coffee and chatted to relax him. We talked about college, and his home life, (he still lived with his parents) slowly edging to what we wanted. It seemed he was undecided about his sexuality, and still a virgin. Pressed further, he confessed he watched straight and gay porn, and masturbated over both. With him relaxed, he was taken to the studio, but with only one cameraman, so as not to intimidate him. He was the most un-model like guy we had seen. Most of our studs were 6'0" plus, but he was 5'6" at the most, but we could see that our viewers would relate to him. On being asked how far he wanted to go in stripping, he blushed delightfully and said he'd stop if he felt uncomfortable. To help, I suggested that I would follow him with the strip, but he wanted it the other way round. We stood together in front of the camera, and I seductively took my top off. He copied me. I slipped my jeans off, and he did the same, so we were both in our boxers. Small though he was, he looked beautiful, and clearly had a semi going on. I turned away from the camera and eased my boxers over my butt. "I'm not sure," he whispered. "Don't worry, the pictures will be wiped," I lied. He dropped his underwear to reveal the most perfect bubble butt. I turned back to the camera and slowly revealed my dick, now at half mast. He looked to me for reassurance, then slipped his pants down. His dick was completely out of proportion to the rest of him. already longer and fatter than mine. I gasped, "Fuck me, that's impressive." "Is it? I've never compared it to anyone else. "Can I touch it?" "I suppose, but no one else has ever done that." I took it in my hand, and it grew before my eyes, as did mine. "Can I kiss you?" "I'm not sure, I've only ever kissed my mum and grannies, but if you must." I leaned down and our lips met in a peck, but the second time, our lips opened and I held him close, our bodies rubbing together. With him now happy in his own skin, we had a break to discuss how much further he wanted to go. He said that was far enough for now, but he would think about it and get back to us soon. We dressed and he went on his way. I had to relieve myself, so tossed for the camera.
The next day we were delighted that he got back to us, happy to do nude modelling and maybe wank on camera. Well, it's a start, so we invited him back. He had clearly been practicing at home and was much more relaxed from the start, putting on a sexy striptease. Naked, he turned this way and that, similar to what I had done. After twenty minutes he shot a colossal load nearly two metres.
I remembered about losing my own virginity to Jake, how gentle he'd been, and how I found that I preferred to bottom. After his photoshoot, now dressed with a coffee, I told him about my own experience. His eyes widened, and he said that maybe he would like the same, but it would have to be with me, and alone. He wasn't ready to do porn. I asked him whether he saw himself as a top or bottom, and he said he always imagined himself being the top when he watched videos, but would rule nothing out, I invited him to my apartment for the weekend. He pondered for a minute, then asked if I could meet him in London and take him home. So it was, we met at Paddington Friday evening. He looked pensive on the journey, like a man going to meet his executioner, but I put my arm round his skinny body and told him he was gorgeous. I'd already made the apartment nice, and put scented candles and flowers around. I offered him a beer, but he said he didn't drink, so we sat on the sofa. We kissed and I ran my hand under his top and toyed with his nipples. He responded, kissing more passionately and stroking my crotch. Tops came off, so I said we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. On the bed, we took our time undressing one another until we were naked together. I kissed my way down his body until I came to his engorged penis, and swallowed as much as I could. "God, that's amazing," he purred, and he did the same to me until we were in a sixty nine. Unfortunately, it was too much for him, and he blew his load down my throat. He apologised, but I told him not to worry, we had all weekend. We cuddled in the stillness and 30 minutes later, he was ready to try again. Back in a sixty nine, I told him to lick up my crack to my ring. He was reluctant, but eventually agreed and his tongue explored my hole. We moved back round, kissed some more, and then I produced a bottle of lube and told him to grease himself and me. He mounted me, sliding his long pole inside me and losing his virginity. He did what comes naturally, putting the things he'd seen on film into practice. For his first time he was very accomplished, he must have watched a lot of porn. I gave myself to him and let him do what he wanted, which was to fuck me in different positions. Having already cum once, he had plenty of energy and staying power. Back in the missionary, he fucked me hard and I jerked myself. "I'm cumming." he shouted, so I beat harder and came as he bred me. I felt like I'd been fucked by an old pro rather than a newbie. We cuddled and fell asleep. In the morning, we showered, had breakfast, and went back to bed to do it again. This time he took control from the start, going down on me, then turning me over to rim. He slobbered on my hole, then didn't bother with lube, penetrating me and immediately banging like a man possessed, very different to the shy lad who walked into the office a few weeks ago. Even when he came, he carried on as if nothing had happened, and plowed away until he came again. I'd already shot my load after the first one.
We spent the day chilling and shopping. We had dinner in a pub, but he had Coke rather than a pint. Back home and on the sofa again, he said he wanted to try bottoming. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go again, but he nuzzled into my neck and fished my cock out of my jeans. Back in bed, he was like a snake charmer on my dick. I lay on my back and told him to lube us and sit on me. Soon he was bouncing and jerking, milking me with his ring. I lasted another five minutes, and he received his first cum load. I got hit in the face by a torrent of spunk. We stayed in bed. At some point in the night, he spooned me and we had a dreamy shag. He repeated it again before he went home. I hadn't had so much sex in ages. All that was left, was to see if he would do it in the studio. If he does, I'd like to be the happy recipient.
