Model Men

by Neil Plakcy

  Although he was wearing board shorts and a tank top, Blaze wore only that skimpy green swimsuit. Kevin wanted nothing more than to tear that suit off!

  Blaze broke the kiss with a sloppy smack. Pulling away only slightly and with eyes still half-closed, he offered just a hint of a smile. “There’s a quiet place close by. I checked it out yesterday. Want to?”

  “Fuck yeah…but I need to take some more photos. Can we do that there?”

  Kevin was astounded at his own ability to remain focused on the job, with that lean, hot body pressing against him.

  “Absolutely. You can take some of me in the buff too, if you like.”

  That decided, they stepped apart, and without saying more than a few necessary words, scooped up Kevin’s camera bag, the tote bag with the swimsuits in it, and Blaze’s own small pack and headed down the beach hand in hand.

  Kevin felt like a kid off on an adventure when Blaze had taken his hand and led him down the sandy shore, that barely discernible smile on his wet lips and wearing just that skimpy suit. Together they passed the score of scattered nude sunbathers before they reached the end of the beach and headed off on a sandy trail through the woods.

  Five minutes was all it took. A side trail rose to a steppingstone path around some jumbled boulders and then back down to a tiny cove surrounded by densely wooded rocky bluffs.

  A massive flat stone jutted out over the sea a few feet below.

  Blaze spoke quietly, and directly. “I’d love it if you rimmed me. Then fucked me.”

  Fortunately the sun was prevented from frying them by one of the wooded outcroppings to their right. The breeze was stiff off the water and the waves splashed energetically below, spray coming up now and then to coat the slab in scattered shallow pools. It was perfect.

  Perfect for eating out the perfect ass. Kevin couldn’t help chuckling with nervous excitement. “Sure, Blaze. Want to show me that awesome, photogenic ass of yours?”

  The sexy model offered an outright grin for the first time that morning before he dropped his armload on a dry spot on the rocks and turned to face the ocean. Tall and slender, with broad shoulders, a muscular back, and a narrow waist that emphasized his jutting butt, he was outlined by a clear blue sky and an endless ocean before he bent over and spread his feet wide apart.

  “How’s it look?”

  He wriggled the suited ass teasingly before grabbing the waistband of his trunks and shoving downward. He stepped out of it and kicked it aside.

  Kevin was awestruck. What a divine ass! Taut and smooth, creamy brown and divided by a deep crack, it was almost too good to be true. He dropped his stuff beside Blaze’s and lunged forward to drop to his knees behind that gorgeous butt and begin to worship it.

  “It looks pretty darn tasty,” he replied with a grunt as he reached out to seize the firm cheeks and pull them apart.

  Deep in that valley, a hairless hole pouted. The blond photographer dove for it.

  Just like Blaze had kissed his mouth, Kevin kissed that sweet asshole. He planted his lips on the puckered rim and kissed gently at first, holding the cheeks open, then as Blaze wriggled back against his lips, he began to tease and lick at the entrance.

  “Oh yeah…take your time. I love it.”

  The voice was sultry and low, eager but not demanding. The quaver Kevin detected in it only encouraged him to test the hole’s resistance. After sucking on it with wet slurps, he began to probe with the pointed end of his tongue.

  “Ohhh! Yeah! Please!”

  The lips pushed outward and the inner flesh yawned. Kevin stabbed deep and twirled his tongue. That amazing ass squirmed and heaved in his hands. The compact globes tensed and convulsed, ramming back against his face and then riding it up and down.

  As requested, he took his time, lapping, probing, and sucking as the heated-up model pushed backward and humped his mouth and nose with wilder and wilder abandon. Eventually he was sitting over Kevin as the photographer leaned backward on his knees and clung to the taut mounds of his satin-smooth ass.

  It was more than a little gratifying to have the subdued model getting so worked up. Kevin ate out his ass much longer than he might have otherwise. It really seemed to get Blaze steamed up, and all that wriggling was opening up that snug asshole too.

  By the time he came up for air, the puckered slot was dripping spit and snapping open and shut with frenetic greed. He was pleased to see how pink and swollen it had grown, and was more than ready to pound his aching cock home if Blaze was ready for it.

  He asked. “Can I fuck you now Blaze?”

  He held that beautiful butt apart with his hands, staring at the wet slot as it continued to open and close like a gulping mouth and bit his lip with anticipation. Blaze wriggled again and arched his back, obviously teasing as he pushed outward with his sphincter and showed off a slippery pink gap that quivered delightfully.

  Blaze chuckled as he replied. “Yep. Go for it. Get naked while I get some lube from my pack. I brought some along just in case you fell for my charms.”

  “Who wouldn’t?” Kevin said with a snort as he abandoned that butt temporarily and got to his feet.

  He kicked off his shorts and sandals while throwing off his tank top. Barefoot, he splashed through the warm puddles of salt water as he approached Blaze again. The model had quickly rummaged through his bag and found the lube he’d brought.

  With lithe athleticism, he dropped to his hands and knees and presented himself to the approaching photographer. “Lube me up. I’m all yours.”

  That direct offer spoken in that sultry, almost solemn tone were steamy hot, but hotter yet were the wink and smirk Blaze offered as he craned his head around and looked back at the blond photographer.

  The dude was not only built like a lean god, he was handsome as hell too. High cheekbones emphasized the wide-set big eyes. A long finely shaped nose divided them while pointing directly down at the small but lush mouth and lips. A dimple in the chin added a sweetness to the angular shape.

  It was a little intimidating to be getting ready to fuck such a gorgeous creature, but with that perky ass waving at him and that gentle smirk egging him on, he got down on his knees in a warm puddle of salt water and went for it.

  His released cock reared up like a threatening tower of purple purpose. A blond, he was fair-skinned but his cock when it was hard grew thick and dark. At the moment, it was so stiff it hurt. Blaze had handed him a condom along with the lube and he quickly tore it open and wrapped up, feeling how hard and eager his cock was. Then, he planted it between the spread ass cheeks while he upended the bottle of lube and squirted a generous stream of the clear goo all over ass and dick.

  His hands shook as he tossed the lube aside and grabbed hold of that offered ass. The cheeks were so damn firm he could hardly get over it. He squeezed them not all that gently and pulled them as wide apart as he could. Blaze chuckled as he dropped his head down to nestle in his folded arms and slid his knees wider on the slick slab.

  The strands of his midnight-black hair fell around his neck and onto the wet rock. Even his hair was gorgeous, long and straight with just a hint of a wave. Seized with a nearly overpowering lust, Kevin reached forward and grasped a handful of those silky strands. He pulled back as he planted the knobbed head of his cock at the entrance to Blaze’s puckered, well-licked hole and drove inward.

  “Yeah! Perfect!”

  The sultry cry of encouragement had Kevin groaning. The hole, wet with spit and coated with lube, was still snug enough to put up a clamping resistance to the plunge of his flared cock-head, but it hardly mattered as he shoved deep and watched it disappear entirely between the oozing pink ass-lips.

  Once he had the knob buried, the shank that followed was easier to feed into that pulsing shaft. He buried half of it before he pulled back out so that the flange of his knob tickled the snapping sphincter again and Blaze was squirming around it with open-mouthed moans.

  He held onto a thick strand of dark hair in one hand whi
le he squeezed the solid cheek of the model’s butt with the other and slowly fed him back the thick meat he’d withdrawn, and then some.

  His cock was a good ten inches long and thick besides. He had to be feeling it! From the way he moaned, it wasn’t a bad feeling he was getting either. Kevin began to pump in and out, each time a little deeper. Blaze only moaned louder while he allowed his knees to slide father apart in the slippery slab and gobbled up cock with his willing asshole.

  Spray from the splashing surf hit them with the occasional dousing, while the sun played tag with the overhanging gum trees and the temperature varied dramatically, steamy hot one moment, pleasantly cool the next.

  But there was no variation in the steamy pump-and-grind of cock burrowing its way home in that gorgeous amber ass that willingly sucked it deep. Kevin released his hold on Blaze’s hair and leaned backward on his calves, holding the model by the slender waist and lunging back and forth with his hips.

  Blaze met his thrusts with a rhythmic drive of his own hips. Face still down on his arms, his ass rose up in the air behind him, sleek and round and quivering as he rode the cock pumping his hot asshole.

  The kneeling body was so beautiful it wasn’t enough just to fuck it, Kevin had to feel it too. He ran his hands up the firm back, feeling the solid muscle on either side of the deep divide on the backbone. The skin was smooth as silk. He found his way to the broad shoulders and gripped them with each hand. Pulling back on those muscular shoulders, he drove forward with his cock, slamming it balls-deep with every lunge.

  Blaze took it at first with a mixture of groans and grunts, pushing back with that lush round ass to swallow all that was offered, until he all at once reared up and back. On his knees, he squatted over the thrusting pole and reached back to pull Kevin’s face against his. Greedy mouth clamped over his and sucked in his tongue as the model craned his head around and kissed him.

  It was unbelievable. Kevin rammed his cock in and out while he sucked in Blaze’s tongue and gurgled incoherently. But now he also had the model’s sleek torso to play with.

  The stomach was amazing. Flat except for the rippled muscle of his abs, there was no hint of hair, and somehow Kevin knew it was natural and not shaved. Above the long stomach, the slabs of his chest flared outward like the broad muscles of his back. Each firm pec was punctuated by a small brown nipple he just had to tweak and tug on.

  Quickly those nubs grew swollen and erect. He teased them mercilessly as Blaze groaned louder and began to drive his round ass down over the cock fucking it.

  They both got wilder, writhing and lunging, until a particularly lusty wave managed to leap up and drench them. They broke their kiss, laughing and gasping before clamping their mouths together again and continuing their vigorous grind-and-pump, albeit dripping salt water.

  Kevin had resisted the call of release, because he sensed it would be the end of their romp, but eventually he couldn’t stand it any longer. He let go of one quivering nipple and dropped his hand to the jutting cock at Blaze’s waist.

  It was definitely not as thick as Kevin’s but it was nearly as long. It reared up stiff and twitching to slap against that firm belly. The photographer merely stroked it at first with teasing fingers, smiling around Blaze’s tongue in his mouth as it lurched violently and drooled copiously.

  With one nipple being tweaked, his cock being teased with tantalizing fingertips, and cock ramming up into him from behind, Blaze finally abandoned any semblance of graceful aplomb.

  He broke their kiss and cried out. “Jerk me off, Kevin! Now!”

  Kevin choked up with laughter—and sheer joy—and did as he was asked. He wrapped his hand around the rigid pole and began to pump it rapidly, thrusting upward with his hips at the same time.

  Cock ramming deep into his ass and a fist yanking on his own cock, Blaze rose to the occasion and humped that thrusting shaft with equal force. He slammed down over Kevin’s cock, his firm ass cheeks jiggling now and his lean torso heaving as he gasped for air.

  “Too damn good, Kevin. I’m done in!”

  Kevin felt the cock in his hand swell into quivering rigidity just before a surge of cum rose up the column and exited the straining purple head. Goo shot straight in the air to splatter that lean torso in a violent spray.

  Equally violent were the convulsions wracking Blaze’s asshole. Kevin felt those spasms gripping and massaging his thrusting cock like a gulping mouth. He let out a savage grunt and let loose.

  His cum filled the condom encasing it. His shaft throbbed and pulsed in time with the spasms of the steamy asshole surrounding it. Blaze rode their mutual orgasm to the very end, slamming down with his firm ass until every drop had been sucked out of both their cocks.

  Spray from another energetic wave hit them. Laughing, they disengaged and rose to face each other.

  “We still have to get some more shots,” Blaze reminded him with a smile and a wink.

  “Absolutely. Let’s not waste any time. Grab a suit and strike a pose.”

  This time around, the shots Kevin got had a definite sexual innuendo to them. Blaze offered smoldering smiles and spread his lean thighs apart as he thrust his hips forward, or turned and jutted out his amazing ass with one hand planted on a perky cheek. And those were the ones where he was wearing a suit!

  Kevin had to grin as he realized that many of them would not do for Surfside magazine, but there were other buyers he could approach. He and Blaze could make some good money off the results of the steamy day’s work!

  Blaze called an end to the photo shoot in a particularly exciting way. Discarding the last pair of board shorts he’d paraded around in for the camera, the almond-eyed model dropped to his knees and leaned forward on his flattened palms. Head back and dark hair flowing down his shoulders, his round ass jutted out from his slender waist, perfect and alluring.

  Between the solid cheeks, the pink hole quivered, leaking lube and nicely swollen from their wild fuck earlier.

  “Get a quick photo of that, slave-driver, then are we done for the day? I’d like to retire to my air-conditioned hotel room for a well-deserved shower. And if you care to join me, a well-deserved second round!”

  Kevin was busy snapping shots of that gorgeous pose, the white-capped sea and azure sky framing the amber body and that inviting, fuck-hole being offered up for round two.

  BIG PICTURE

  Cynthia Hamilton

  The night I brought Aiden home to my Park Slope apartment, to my bed, I had no idea who he was. I only knew that everything about him looked familiar, but I didn’t know why.

  It wasn’t just that I’d seen the icy blue of his eyes before, or the way he wore stubble so well on his chiseled jaw. It was the ripple of muscles on his torso and the kissable, lone freckle that rested above his navel like a beauty mark, a constellation. It was the tempting hollow between firm oblique and hip.

  He was shaved where it counted. A neatly groomed stripe of dark curls provided a bed of contrast for his swollen cock, but the root of the perfect organ was smooth. His balls were completely bare, hot like warmed satin against my lips.

  He moaned, and I realized I’d been so busy wondering where I might know him from that I hadn’t been paying attention to the way I was mouthing at his dick. Now I wasn’t sure what I’d just done to provoke the sound, or how to get him to make it again. I hummed encouragement and took his shaft in my hand while I suckled long, wet kisses at the tender flesh where cock and balls met, pulling playfully with my lips.

  That was it.

  His body arched, straining, his dick throbbing against my fingers, and another sound—this time a smooth growl—left his throat.

  Still in my briefs, I ached.

  I got up to my knees and kissed my way up the underside of his shaft, then took his swollen crown into my mouth. A deep breath through my nose, a careful alignment over him, and his smooth, warm glans slid all the way along my tongue. He tasted clean, that genuine smell of soap and good, pure sweat, and a hint of some
earthy cologne. And for as good as he smelled, he felt even better. Thick, smooth, that tiny vein pulsing with his elevated heartbeat.

  He reached down and tangled his hands into my hair, bucking his hips and thrusting along my hard upper palate, all the way to the softness at the back of my throat. I guided the base of his shaft with my other hand. He moaned for me again, fucking my throat with rising urgency, bending his knees and planting his feet on the bed for leverage.

  A sheen of sweat glowed bronze on his skin, and the contractions of his abs were hypnotic. He curled his hips upward, sharp thrust after thrust. He was gorgeous, and he was in me, swelling and straining now. So fucking close. I dug my nails into the back of his thigh and pulled at his cock with a tight tug of suction. Yes. There it was. He strangled back a groan, and hot jets of seed pulsed up his length, spilling down the back of my throat where I could easily swallow. I cradled him in the heat of my mouth, shifting slightly and sweeping slow passes with my tongue until his hips jerked and he protested in a breathy voice that he couldn’t take any more.

  We lay together, fondling and kissing absently. His gaze was still dreamy when he nudged me over to take me.

  I awoke briefly to the alarm chiming on his phone and the first reluctant purples of sunrise. He kissed me, murmured something that didn’t quite register, and was gone. I rolled over into the warmth his body had left behind, asleep again before my front door closed behind him.

  An hour later I awoke again, alone in my bed. The whole thing felt like it had been a dream. But there were two empty glasses on the table and the spent foil packets on the nightstand to remind me that it had been real—I’d really picked up a guy at Rachel’s TriBeCa loft party and brought him home. It wasn’t the sort of thing I usually did. It was rare for me to even go out on a weeknight. Stopping at the gym on my way home from work didn’t count.