I steeled myself and stepped out from behind the screen. Lincoln looked up and his eyes went wide. I looked down because I thought my tip had popped out or something. But everything was where it should be.
“You look breathtaking,” he said.
“You're just saying that because you need me to model this.”
Lincoln shook his head. “I'm serious. I think you wear it better than the model I had planned.”
I felt so embarrassed. I tried to cover my crotch with my arms but it was no use. I was showing off way too much skin.
Lincoln came up to me and grabbed my hands. A shock of electricity jolted through me. He put my hands at my sides. “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Phillip.”
I did as he said and inhaled then exhaled slowly.
“Good. Do you feel better?”
I nodded. “A little.”
“Let's get to work then.” He pointed over to his photography area. “Go stand over there in front of the white background.”
I walked over to a huge sheet of white paper that was draped against the wall. Lincoln took his position behind the camera. He began to take shots of me. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do so I tried different poses. I used my knowledge of all those magazines I had read and tried to copy the models.
“You're looking great, Phillip. Now face away from the camera and turn your head to me.”
I was self conscious of my big ass but there was nothing I could do about it.
Lincoln took more shots. “Now slip you fingers in the waistband.”
I pulled down the speedo just a tad. Soon, I started to forget that the camera was even there. I was just reacting to whatever Lincoln was asking me to do. Modeling was kind of fun, once you got past all the body issues.
Lincoln took the camera off the tripod and began to use it handheld. “Spin around for me.”
I flexed for the camera. I couldn't believe how playful I could be. It was almost like I was having an out-of-body experience, watching myself be a different person.
It was akin to being drunk with my inhibitions thrown out the window. Except there was no alcohol with this. I was drunk on getting my picture taken.
Lincoln came up close and was snapping shots. “Keep it up, Phillip. The camera loves you. Now I want you to face away and flex your back muscles.”
I turned away from the camera and flexed as hard as I could. I made sure to stop every second so Lincoln could get a clear picture.
“That's so fucking sexy, Phillip. Now face me and show off those big pecs of yours. You're so strong.”
I spun around and pretended I was a body builder. I tried different expressions like grinding my teeth and a smug look.
This whole experience was turning me on in a way I never expected. It was like I was doing it only for Lincoln.
Things were moving so fast. I don't even know why I did it. It was like my body made the decision before my brain could intervene.
I realized that my shaft was so hard that it was popping out the top of the waistband. Lincoln stood up and he slowly brought the camera down. He wasn't interested in taking pictures anymore.
“You look amazing,” he said, his eyes glued to my erection
“Do you want this?” I asked, biting my bottom lip.
I had awoken a new sense of confidence inside me.
Chapter Five
Lincoln set the camera down. He was no longer concerned with finishing the shoot. His focus was solely on me now.
He approached me slowly, each step taken carefully and methodically. He never broke eye contact with me.
He came within inches of me. He took my hands in his and squeezed. “I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you when I entered your room.”
“I wish you had,” I replied.
Lincoln took me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine. He frisked my mouth with his tongue, exploring me. His hands felt up my shaft. I moaned against his touch. It felt so good that I thought I was going to come right there.
“You know just how to touch me,” I said.
I felt his jeans until I discovered the outline of his boner. I traced him with his fingertips and was amazed at how big he was. But he couldn't possibly be that massive. It had to be the jeans he was wearing.
Lincoln grabbed my ass and pulled me to him. I fumbled at the button to his pants, the ecstasy clouding my head. Lincoln did the job for me and unbuttoned himself. I slipped my hands down and pulled out his gargantuan cock.
I took a step backwards and gasped. He was so much bigger than I thought.
“Don't worry, it won't bite,” he said with a sly smile.
“I'm thinking it might,” I replied, grabbing his thick shaft and stroking it.
Lincoln pulled off his white t-shirt. “Take off that speedo,” he ordered. This wasn't like the instructions when he was taking pictures. This was a demand and if I didn't follow it, I would feel Lincoln's wrath.
I pulled down the swimsuit until they rested around my ankles. I kicked my leg and made them fly through the air.
Now I was completely naked with a man I barely knew. And things were going to get even dirtier than that.
Lincoln hugged me and pressed his erection against my abs. I could feel him throb as we kissed again. I never wanted to stop kissing him. He wasn't like other men.
His kisses were an art form. A musical piece. He was gentle then firm, long then short. I didn't know what to expect and I loved that about him.
Before I knew it, we were slowly sinking until we lay on the freezing cement. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. I wanted to cry from the cold on my bare skin but I was too enthralled with Lincoln.
“Do you know what you do to me, Phillip?”
I didn't know what to say to that. I shrugged my shoulders.
“You're going to make me break my number one rule.”
“And what's that?”
“Rule number one: never fuck the models.”
His use of the word fuck almost made me orgasm. I grabbed his meaty cock and stroked him. “Fuck me now, Lincoln.”
The man didn't need to be told twice. He flipped me over and hovered over my ass, his tip just inches away from my desperate hole.
Lincoln sunk into me with one might thrust. My tight ass couldn't handle him. I couldn't handle him. The amount euphoria flooding my system was overloading me. Lincoln pushed his cock deeper and deeper. He was so thick that hole widened to an incredible size.
“Holy fuck, you're so damn tight, Phillip,” Lincoln cried.
His second thrust brought me to my first climax. My body shook and jerked underneath Lincoln. My fingernails clawed at the cement.
Lincoln slammed into me, pumping his giant member inside me. His hips rocked back and forth, his hands feeling every inch of my back.
I wanted to live in this moment forever. I never wanted Lincoln to leave me.
Lincoln moaned. “I'm close, Phillip.”
“Come inside me, Lincoln.”
His face strained. He was trying to keep his orgasm at bay as long as possible. “Come with me,” he howled.
Lincoln burst within me, his balls emptying his hot load. I found my release at the same moment. We held onto each other like we were riding a roller coaster. Lincoln filled me with his seed until I was overflowing.
My head was swimming with pleasure. I closed my eyes to keep the room from spinning. My orgasm wouldn't let me go. I hung on as long as I could before collapsing all around Lincoln.
We both fell apart and lay on the ground next to each other. I didn't even remember what happened during the final seconds. My chest heaved up and down and I could feel his come flowing out of me.
We weren't even able to say a word to each other.
Chapter Six
Lincoln and I didn't do much work over the next couple weeks. He canceled every appointment he had so we could fuck uninterrupted for hours at a time.
My body had never worked out so much. Muscles that I didn't even kno
w I had became sore. I was over at his studio so much that I practically lived there.
My stepdad had no idea that I was dating his best friend. And Lincoln wanted to keep it that way.
“I don't think you understand, Phillip. It's a man thing. We can't tell your stepdad. He wouldn't understand.”
We lay in his bed that was just a mattress on the ground. We had kicked off the covers at some point during the second round of sex. We only needed each other for warmth.
“So we're just supposed to keep this a secret. How is that going to work?”
“To be honest, I have no idea. All I know is that I don't want to lose a friend over this. And I don't want to lose you either.”
“Well my stepdad already knows I'm working for you. So let's keep that going.”
“We might have to do some work eventually though.”
“Yeah I need to earn some money soon.”
Lincoln looked into my eyes. “Not with me you don't. You don't ever have to worry about that again. I'm going to take care of you now.”
“I don't need man to take care of me. I can earn my own way.”
Lincoln smiled. “Then you still help me but I'm going to buy you a place so that your stepdad sees that you're living on your own. But in reality you're going to be here the whole time. Right here on this mattress, naked and begging me to fuck you again.”
“You mean just like this?” I got on all fours and showed him my ass. “Fuck me, Lincoln. Please. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
I was half-joking but when I saw Lincoln's cock rise to attention. I knew there was no stopping this man.
My man.
The End
Story Seven
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I didn't know what to expect.
But he was so much bigger than I ever thought possible.
It's graduation day and Noah is finally done with college.
The man of the house is the only one there to congratulate him and he's got a forbidden present for him.
Chapter One
Graduation day was one of the hottest days in the past ten years. I sat among the class of 2018 wearing a dark blue gown and matching cap. The whole outfit radiated heat and only made the day more unbearable.
I waved my paper program at my face to cool myself off while each speaker droned on and on about how we were about to embark on the next phase of our lives.
Everyone already knew this stuff already. College was one step and working full-time was the next one. We didn't need to hear about this for hours and hours in the sweltering heat.
The bleachers of onlooking parents were filled with umbrellas and personal fans. The crowd was a little thin which was understandable. There were a large group of people watching from beneath the bleachers.
Everyone had been waiting for the student names to be called but little did we know that we would be descending to a new hell.
The sun hit directly above us and the temperature raised another ten degrees. In addition to that, there were thousands of names to be called.
I was literally afraid that some of us wouldn't make it out of this alive.
I did my best to keep myself occupied. I didn't know the students sitting next to me so conversation was not on the list. I tried to find my stepdad in the audience but there were too many people hiding their faces.
I knew he would be out there though. He had to be. Blake was the only one I had left.
Finally it was our row's turn to go up and wait for our name to be called. An usher brought us to a shaded grove behind the stage and just being out of the sun was a godsend.
I would kill for just a cool breeze.
“Noah Jennings,” the announcer called out.
It was my turn. My heart skipped at beat. I walked up the stairs and shook important people's hands that I'd never met before.
I was handed my diploma by the chancellor of the school and a quick photo was taken.
And that was it. I walked down the opposite end of the stage and returned my seat that must've been situated next to an active volcano.
I unrolled the diploma and started to laugh. The paper was blank. It was a fake. Just a prop for the pictures. I remembered having to fill out a form with my address six months ago. I was sure that I would get the real diploma in the mail soon.
I must've blacked out for a couple hours because all of the sudden they were done calling names and the chancellor was calling for everyone to stand.
The big question was: do I throw my cap in the air or not?
If I did, I would never see it again. I would have to take someone else's cap as a memento.
The chancellor stood before us all. “I would like to congratulate you all and I now present to the world the class of 2018.”
I followed my gut and tossed my cap into the air and nobody else threw there's. My face instantly flushed red. Some kids laughed at me but most were too excited to be finally done with school.
I hung my head low and left the crowd. I wanted to forget about that moment as soon as possible.
I looked around to see if I could find Blake but there were too many people. We hadn't agreed on a meeting place beforehand which was pretty stupid in hindsight.
I stood there like a fool, hoping Blake would find me. I watched other families taking pictures with their graduates. I didn't have that anymore and I felt a pang of jealously.
I didn't want to wait any longer. I made my way to the shade behind the stage and Blake was standing under a tree.. He wore nice dress pants and a white button-up shirt. Stubble hugged his jaw and his short brown hair was shaved close to his head. He looked better than most of the men here.
Especially the immature college guys.
My frown instantly turned into a smile.
“Congratulations, Noah, you did it!” He gave me a big hug. It felt so good to be in his arms.
Blake pulled away. “Wait a second, what happened to your cap?”
I blushed again. “I threw it up in the air.”
Blake's eyes shot open. “That was you!”
I nodded. “I thought other people were going to do the same thing.”
Blake burst out laughing, slapping his leg. “That was amazing. Back when I graduated, everyone threw their cap. Why would you need to keep it?”
“Exactly!”
“Let's take a picture,” Blake said.
“We don't need one,” I replied.
“Are you kidding me? We need to commemorate one of the biggest events of your life.” Blake took his phone out and grabbed me. “Smile,” he said.
We took a selfie and walked off the field.
Chapter Two
Blake and I returned to his Black Honda Accord. We hopped in and he started the car. “We need to go out to a nice dinner and celebrate,” he said.
“We don't have to make this a big deal. We can just order pizza and watch a movie if you want.”
Blake put the car into drive. “It's your day, Noah. Whatever you want to do.”
“It sounds good to me.”
We stopped by the local pizza joint and got two large pizzas. One with only pepperoni for me. A supreme with everything under the sun for Blake. It was way too much pizza for two people but Blake loved to have leftovers.
He'd be eating them for days.
We made it back to the apartment and set down the pizzas. “I'm going to change out of this gown and into something more comfortable.”
I went to my room and took off the sweat-soaked gown. I put on a pair of shorts and a tight white t-shirt.
Back in the living room, Blake was on the couch with a paper plate of pizza. The TV was on and he was trying to find a movie to watch.
; “Get some pizza, Noah, and you get to pick the movie.”
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