“Uh, I remembered what you said at the cafe. So, do you want to? Were you serious? I mean, I’ve played with toys and whatever, but I want to feel the real thing.”
“Wow, you get straight to the point, don’t you?” I watched him under hooded eyes. “And why do you think I’d be”—I was searching for the right words—“a good fit?”
“You, I just assumed, are experienced. I want someone experienced to show me some, uh, stuff. I know I like you, plus, you’re handsome. Do I need to go on and feed your ego more? I’m away a lot, so we can just fit it in whenever it works for both of us.”
“No pun intended?” He laughed and it was adorable. “What if I have a big monster cock.”
Rutledge’s face went pale and he instantly put his hand on his ass.
I fell back in laughter. “I love you. I mean, your sense of humour.” Then I held out my hand. “Deal.” He took it and I couldn’t help but notice how smooth his skin felt against mine. I shivered and quickly jumped up. “Come on.” I pulled him up off the couch and towards me.
“Onwards, to your bedroom.” I rubbed my hands together, excited for the prospect.
“What? Now?”
“Yes, why not? Unless you have somewhere to be. Now strip down.” I noticed some brand new supplies on the nightstand. Wow, he must have been sure I’d agree, I thought, as I took in his broad shoulders and stunning body.
“Is it okay? Um …”
I was almost drooling over his hairless chest and glorious V near his cock. “Are you kidding me? You are delectable. Turn around.”
13
RUTLEDGE
Ever since I’d been on the reality television show with Helios, I’d wanted to explore my sexuality more. He was regaling me with his stories of sex and men, and I sucked it all in like a vacuum. Helios was so confident and proud of his sexual prowess. I admired him and spent many nights thinking of my own lack of real experience.
Living in a small town in California, while it was pretty liberal, I never felt I could fully be myself. I knew I was attracted to men but hadn’t really acted on it. And then, when I was on the show and we kissed, I never wanted to turn back. It’d been nothing special but enough to make me yearn for more.
Ollie reminded me a lot of him, full of confidence and experienced. Maybe it was because I was in a foreign country, or the anonymity of it that made me impulsively text him. I wanted to explore, to be ready when I got with other guys. I’d hopefully have many modelling offers after I returned home. And I was sure the other night that Greyson had wanted to hook up, but I was too petrified of not knowing what to do—how to please him and give him a good time.
Now here I stood, stark naked under Ollie’s gaze, wondering if this had been a good idea. My eyes were wide and I forced myself to turn around as he asked.
“Don’t worry. It’s just fucking.”
When he batted his eyelashes, I realized he had on purple eyeshadow. “I love that—your eyeshadow.”
He stared at me, seeming surprised at the compliment. “Why, thank you. Now get on the bed. All fours.”
I crawled up onto the bed and pushed my ass out. Then I couldn’t help myself and did a little wiggle.
He spanked me, but not too hard. “Cheeky. Now behave. Tell me what you want.”
“Wait, are you naked yet?” I turned my head, curious. I was greeted by his stunning lithe body, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his long hard cock. I hadn’t thought this through, but he was hard already. “Wow. Looks like a monster, but not a scary one. Thank god.”
He laughed. “You are hilarious.”
Something cold circled my hole and I let out a gasp, then he inserted his fingers. All my focus was on the feel of him entering me. I’d had toys inside, but this was different.
“That’s two, can you take another. I need to loosen you.”
I nodded and bit my lip.
Ollie’s arm rubbed my back as he changed his position a bit to push further inside me. “That’s it. Can you relax? It’ll get better. Trust me.”
I knew he didn’t mean anything by those throwaway last words, but I did trust him, implicitly. He’d already taken care of me once, after all.
“Stop thinking. Feel.” It was if he knew what I was doing.
“Ahh, yes.” My cock became harder.
He felt around and then hit my prostate. “Oh fuck, fuck. Yes.” I bucked back towards him.
“Okay?” he asked me.
“Yes. How about I’ll tell you if there’s a problem? I’m okay,” I said kindly, not wanting to sound snappy.
“Makes sense. I can’t wait to pound into your tight hole.”
“Wait. I want to see you. Can I?” It was maybe reckless to ask. “I want to see you naked.”
Then he moved around the bed and was in front of me posing and stroking his cock. I let out a breath and held my own cock at the base, worried I’d come too soon. “So hot.”
Next thing I knew, he’d put his warm hands on my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He nudged his lubed, condom-covered cock slowly in me, barely moving, until he was fully inside, and then pulled completely out. This persisted and I could feel myself getting closer to coming. “Oh god, Ollie.”
That seemed to be all he needed and he thrust all the way in at a quicker pace. My arms could hardly hold me up, so I pushed my face into the blankets and immersed myself in this moment.
“Oh, you are so hot. So tight. Dammit.” He held my hips again and his moans were like a melody. He drove inside me one more time, then grabbed my cock, stroking it once, and I came all over the sheets at the same time I felt him pour into the condom.
I collapsed on the bed. Words hardly seemed worthy. “Oh. My. God.” I barely noticed him pull out of me and get rid of the condom. Then, Ollie was lying on his back beside me, and I looked over to him. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. “Well, I want to try that again.”
He sat up beside me and crossed his long legs, his cock flaccid between them, looking sexy as fuck. “That, we can do.” He lifted his cock and dropped it back down. “But we’ll have to wait a little while. You are adorable. Now, where’s the bathroom, darling?”
I stayed on the bed, feeling a myriad of emotions. It had been even better than I imagined, better than any toy, better than any porn. A minute later, I heard the shower start.
When Ollie came out, he had a glow on his skin. “What is that stuff? Body butter? I just tried it and I love it.” He smelled his arm and came over.
“It’s from an American company, actually. I did a magazine shoot for them and I loved it too. It’s made of some special spice or flower. I don’t remember exactly.” I bit my lip, feeling shy, which was ridiculous since I had just been fucked and was naked in front of him. “Glad you like it.”
“Hot. That was hot. Text me when you want to do it again.” Ollie began to throw his clothes back on. “Next time, you ride me on top. But I must go, so bye for now.”
And like a whirlwind, he was gone. Eventually I got up and knew I’d be feeling the soreness later or tomorrow, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I was in a hotel in York after a long day of modelling and was feeling some pent-up frustration. The woman on the shoot did not listen to anything the photographer had said, and we ended up staying there for far longer than was needed. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. They all went out for drinks in the hotel restaurant, but I feigned tiredness.
I picked up my e-reader and searched for the perfect title. It was hidden further in my device’s library than my usual mysteries. I wasn’t ashamed or anything, but I hadn’t read it in a while. I automatically flipped to my favourite part, and if it was a real paperback, chapter twenty-seven of this gay swimmer’s romance would have been earmarked and the spine creased.
Caressing my cock, I started to reread the part in Swim for your Life where Trent and Gavin jumped out of the pool, only seconds apart, and stormed into the change rooms. Then Gavin threw on the show
er and Trent pushed him against the wall, taking him rough and raw.
Fiction merged into reality as I sat back and closed my eyes. I had had no trouble imagining I was one of them in the past when I did this. And as I stroked my cock, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and instead of the rough and tumble of the characters in my book, I was imagining Ollie with his eye makeup and wearing my body lotion. How he felt when he fucked me became the backdrop to my solo performance, and before I knew it, I was coming all over my abs and my breathing was ragged. “Dammit.” Should I text him? Yeah, right, and say, “Thank you for being my wanking material.”
After the long day, I fell asleep easily that night. Even with the loud street traffic outside, I didn’t wake until my alarm.
Brenna was meeting me for the car ride to the airport before I headed to Madrid. She’d made me reassure her many times that I was doing okay after the incident. I’d promised I was and I’d let her know if that changed.
“Have a good time,” Marshall said as he waved from the sidewalk. They’d insisted I leave my stuff at their house for now just in case I wanted to stay longer when I got back. Now we were in the cab to the airport, and I breathed a sigh of relief. This, this I could do. Work and focusing on doing my best.
Brenna reached across to rub my leg. “I’m glad you’re better. That’s quite a scare you gave us all. You are sure you’re fine?”
I nodded to reassure her. “Yes.”
Then she was all business and handed me a folder. “Okay, here is the itinerary. This is next summer’s collection, even though it’s only spring, but it’s warm there. We’ll stay at a hotel near the beach where the photoshoot is taking place.” She pointed to a few photos. “Here is the swimwear and a few shirts. They also have sunglasses.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll look on the plane. Thanks, Brenna.”
“Now, I’m not one to meddle, but are you sure you don’t want to answer your dad’s calls?”
I sighed, pinching my nose. “I probably should. My best friend asked me to as well.”
“Okay. I won’t mention it again.”
I tried to sleep on the plane after I read the information for the photoshoot. It was pretty standard, and I was looking forward to being in front of the camera again.
We parted at the hotel lobby and went to our rooms. “Thanks, Brenna. See you in the morning.” When I entered my hotel room, I dropped my duffle bag on the bed and checked the room service menu. After ordering some food, I pulled my e-reader out of my bag. Peace and quiet was wonderful to me. Some people couldn’t handle being alone, but I found importance in it—to clear my head and unwind.
I was so engrossed in my book that I jumped when there was a knock at the door. I walked over in my socked feet and opened it. The food smelled divine. Holding the tray with one hand, I tipped the hotel server, then closed and locked the door. I went to sit down at the table and pulled the lid off the noodle dish.
I decided I’d have an early night and go down to the hotel gym in the morning before I met Brenna. Just as I was getting ready for bed, my phone pinged, which reminded me I hadn’t put it on silent yet. I picked it up and checked.
Marshall: Break a leg.
Me: Thanks. I’ll make you proud.
After all the travel and busyness of the day, I fell asleep quite quickly. Soon the alarm woke me, and I got up and went down to the gym. Then I showered and was ready just in time to meet Brenna. I saw the coffee shop in the lobby was open so I got us each one and picked up a muffin for myself so I wouldn’t be starving later.
“Let’s go. This is so exciting.” She thanked me for the coffee and we strolled the short distance to the beach. I walked on to the set and was promptly directed to a curtained-off changing area. I stripped down and then left the assistants to their own devices as they pushed and prodded. Makeup was added and extra was put on my abs where slight bruising still showed. I was glad it didn’t hurt anymore. They lifted my arms and widened my legs all while spraying and rubbing me with some kind of oil to get me ready.
I moved to another area where they played with my hair, turning it into the perfect style for the shoot. It was a mild day with the sun shining. I admired the blue water and sandy beach. The sky was blue above, and for a moment, I thought how nice it would be to have a special someone to enjoy a vacation here. Like Stuart and Marshall had.
Then they called “Places” and I stood where I was told. First, I was instructed to bend and kneel in the warm sand at the water’s edge as the waves lapped at my thighs and feet. When I stood up, someone sprayed me and wiped me down with a towel.
Next, the blue shorts I had on were pulled off and a red pair put on. I stood still while they took close ups, moving my hands how I was told.
“Great. Yes, that’s it. Okay, put your right arm a bit higher now.”
I smiled and then the uber-hot photographer smiled too. “Okay, Rutledge, you know I love your smile, but I need a more intense look, angry even.” I pursed my lips together and leaned forward.
After a few hours, I got out of the heat and under the tent to drink some water. I didn’t want to get dehydrated.
“Here, Rutledge, come look at this.” The photographer called me over. I threw on a robe and stood next to him. “We got some great shots.”
I couldn’t hold back my grin. They did look amazing. “Wow, I love that one.” I pointed to the small screen.
“You really capture the spirit of the company.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Good work! I’ll see you at tomorrow’s shoot.”
I got dressed again and walked back to my room. Then I showered and checked the time difference. After the great day I’d had, I knew my father couldn’t ruin it too much. I dialled the number before I lost my nerve.
“Rutledge, what happened to you? I’ve been trying to get hold of you.”
There was no way I was telling him about the incident from the night when Ollie had found me. It would just needlessly worry him.
“Busy with work, you know. I’ve had a lot to do. I’m actually in Madrid right now.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, as if not realizing I was still there, “I’d thought you might want to come home by now.”
“No, the shoot isn’t over. The photographer said I was excellent today.”
“Oh, that’s nice. So, um, any nice girls?” I guess he was still pretending he didn’t know I was gay. I could understand he was annoyed with the way he found out, but now, to make matters worse, he wasn’t even acknowledging it, like a maid hiding all the dust under an area rug.
He really did bring out the worst in me, and I was tempted to use a shock factor. Tell him, “No, but lots and lots of hot men” even if there weren’t. I sighed, pulling the phone from my ear. Not even three minutes and I wanted to hang up.
There was a knock at my door. I wondered who it could be. “Uh, that’s the door, Dad, so I’ll have to go. Talk soon.” The last words came out strained, and I basically hung up on him.
I checked the peephole and opened it. “Hi, Brenna. Come in.”
She walked into the room and sat on the couch. I loved Brenna. She felt like a sister to me ever since I’d met her. She had her hair down and wore jeans and a lightweight pale-blue sweater. Casual sophistication. Earlier at the photoshoot she was the epitome of professionalism in a black pantsuit.
“How are you doing?”
“Great. I think it went well today, didn’t it?” I leaned forward anxiously.
She pointed to me. “You did fabulous. Stefano loved you, you know.”
“Yeah, he did mention it.”
“Sound more confident because it’s true. One day, we’ll get you taking compliments.” She folded her leg under herself, getting more comfortable. “I mean, after what you went through and now that you’re working again, you should feel good about yourself. I know you don’t have family here for support.”
I took a moment to think about it. About how I felt and realized I was fine—better than fine. “It wa
s awesome to work again, and with Stefano. When I got in front of the camera, I felt free and so, so good.” I cleared my throat. “Actually, I did just talk to my dad. It’s strained for sure. But Marshall, Stuart, Carter, and Jamieson, truly feel like my family. They’ve taken me under their wing, you know? I can never thank them enough.”
She rubbed my leg. “Friends or family should always be there for you, no matter what you are going through. You’re a great guy, and they’re lucky to have you as a friend.”
I could feel my eyes becoming teary, so I quickly stood up. It was almost too much to think of all the generosity I’d gotten since I arrived here. “Where did you gain all this wisdom?” I joked. “It calls for a drink, I think.” Quickly, I raced to the kitchen area and took two water bottles out of the fridge. Then handed Brenna the bottle. “Water will have to do, although, I could do with something stronger.”
“I have just the thing. Be right back.” A few moments later, she returned with an ice cold bottle of Grey Goose vodka. “On the rocks?”
I nodded. It wasn’t my favourite drink, but it felt right in the moment. She had already grabbed two glasses from the kitchen, added some ice cubes and the vodka, then handed me one. I took a drink. We hadn’t spent much time together other than in a professional manner, and I was at a loss for what to say.
“Sometimes I wake in the night and imagine that Ollie never found me. I don’t know if I die, but it’s scary,” I blurted. Then I instantly regretted it. I felt a chill come over me and bumps appeared on my arms. “Sorry, don’t mind me.”
She moved over and took my glass from me and took hold of both my hands. “Look at me.”
I lifted my gaze.
“That’s understandable. It was a scary ordeal. I’m here if you need to talk.” She leaned over to embrace me in a comforting hug.
As she rubbed my back, I stayed like that for what was probably longer than usual. It felt so warm and comforting, and in that moment, it was reassuring and just what I needed. “Thank you. Thank you, Brenna.”
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