Louis in New York E2 | He's annoying but he sucks great

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Oh fuck!!” Scott laughed and grimaced in pain at the same time. He was talking into the table so I had to strain to make out his words. “Come on sport, breed this daddy ass.” 

“Oh I'm going to feel this tomorrow.” 

“I haven't had one this big in years.” 

His back muscles are admirable at his age, and I hope to be in such good shape 15 years from now too. His ass feels good, but the words he’s saying are what's doing it for me. 

“Holy shit… you fucking … horse…” Scott grunts out in effort while I make him bottom out on my long cock. “Ah! Fuck! I can't. You have to cum. Oh god, you have to cum.” 

“Yeah?” I grunt as I sink into him again. “You want it?” 

“Do what you have to do… uh…” His forehead hits the table with a thud. “Just cum in me…”

I speed up my thrusts, pushing down on his lower back and dominating his hole. 

“Cum in me! Oh my god, you fucking beast…’ 

Creak!

The table creaks as I rail into his muscular body. He can really take it, and I stop holding back once I realize he wants me to go full force. 

Creak!

Creak!

Creak!

Creak!

“I'm cumming!” 

“Yeah! Yeah! Ahhh!!” Scott grunts in pain. I watch his hands grip the edge of the table. I just want to fuck so fucking 

Hard!

“Ahh!!” The cum pours out of me and the intense feeling forces me to go balls-deep in him. “Oh…oh…mmmmMm”. 

“Oh fuck yeah! Give it to me, stud!”

I grind into him, feeling my huge cock get lubricated from my cum lining his insides. “Oh… oh….”

“This old man’s still got his bottoming skills, I guess.” Scott laughs with his head down. “Gentle when you pull it out.”

After we calmed down a bit and said goodbye, I went home and passed right out. My agent woke me up early with a call, telling me that I had to go for a test shoot in an hour. I showered as quickly as possible and made my way over to the set. 

“Louis, right?” A stylish man looked at the file in his head and then at me. Gay, I think. Everyone seems gay in this industry. 

“Yes,” I replied. There weren’t any other models around.

“We're doing a shirtless test shoot.” He taps his clipboard impatiently while I look at him inquisitively. “Shirtless. That means shirt off in case you didn't understand.” 

Embarrassed, I quickly pulled off my shirt in front of this short demanding man. His outfit looks like it's worth more than everything I brought from home. 

“Not bad,” he says as he makes a circle around me. “Get your pump on. We do the oiling in 5 minutes.” 

“The what?” I ask but he's always walking away from me and towards a rack of clothing. I looked around for a discreet place, but since there was none, I dropped to the ground and did push-ups until he came back with a bottle of oil. 

He handed me the bottle and stared at me as I slathered the oil over my engorged arms and pecs. I could tell he was taking measurements in his head. 

“You're too big and you're too small,” he says disapprovingly as I spread the oil to my chest. “Too big to model clothes and too small to be a fitness icon. Don't forget the sides.” 

“Oh,” I say, not sure how to reply to that.  

“Modeling isn't about being a pretty boy. Drop the puppy eyes act. It won’t work here.”

“I'm not a pretty boy!” I snap back. If anything, I was the one always getting looked past back home. 

“Whatever. Wear this and stand on the X,” he throws me a pair of pants before adding, “pretty boy.”

I had to change my defensive attitude rapidly because the photographer showed up a few seconds later. Trying to give the photographer all the poses I could think of, seeing the stylist shake his head disapprovingly on the side was demoralizing as hell. 

“Hold on,” the stylist interrupts the photographer. 

“We don't have time, Chris.” The photographer snaps another photo as Chris walks onto the set. 

“You’ll wait…” Chris says as he bends down to adjust my pants. “So time-consuming to point and shoot, I know.” He puts a clip in his mouth while pulling my pants back with his hands. Once he got the adjustment right, he secured it with the clip. 

Chris takes a couple steps back and checks me out. “Nope.” He gets back on his knees and undoes the clip. 

“Alright, I’m going for a smoke break,” the photographer says with exasperation and leaves out the door. 

“You don't understand this, because you've obviously spent all of 3 minutes here in New York, but every single detail matters,” Chris says into my thighs as he works. 

“I know.” 

“Do you now, pretty boy?” His hands grab my thigh to adjust the fabric. I flinch as he touches the tip of my cock hanging to the left side of the pants. “What is this? You're not supposed to have things in your pocket.” 

I flinch again as he squeezes my tip. “It's uh… it's uh…”

Chris doesn't wait for my full response and instead grabs higher up to feel the shape. “Oh.” The awkward silence installs in the room once he realizes what it is from the shape. 

He's not letting go. 

I'm getting hard from his grip. It's not that I’m attracted to him, but it's because he's on his knees and his face is right where it would be if I was getting blown. 

“Looks like pretty boy has a special talent after all.” Chris looks up at me while exploring the shape of my hardening cock with his fingers. “You want to see mine?” 

“Isn't the photographer going to be back soon?” My dick is straining against the pants. Maybe my cock in his mouth would finally get him to shut up and be nice. 

“Nigel? Yeah right. You wouldn't last that long anyways.” He snickers as he unbuttons my pants. I shake my head in disbelief at his confidence and help him pull the tight pants off my waist. 

Once freed, my cock starts to balloon up rapidly. Chris doesn't seem to care about the size as much as the others do and takes my shaft with both hands casually. 

“Oh!” I lurch forward as he swallows me whole. I mean, whole. How did he fit the whole thing in his mouth like that? I watch my length slide out of his mouth easily. The deep-throating made me rock-hard. I’ve had experienced cocksuckers before but everyone has had to warm up to it.

Not Chris. 

“Oh!” I groan out again as he swallows my cock effortlessly. With his hand, he creates a ring around the top of my ballsack and tugs downwards. “Oh!!!”

I look down and watch my long shaft disappear and reappear from his mouth in a hypnotic fashion. It enters his warm mouth so smoothly and I feel no teeth or discomfort. 

Just swirling wet heaven.

“Oh… oh…oh….” I struggle to catch my breath under the bright and hot set lights. I sweat profusely as he took in my cock

Again 

And 

Again

And 

Again

“Oh geez… you're going to make me cum” I moan. He tightened his grip on my balls at my words and I sensed that it was all about to be over. “Ah…ah….AHH!” 

My dick hits the back of his throat on the first spurt, and he lets me stay there for the next couple pulses before returning to his deep-throating rhythm. Naturally, I back up from the sensitivity but he keeps me in place with his firm grip on my nuts. The mini pulses created by his swallowing drives me insane with his tongue fluttering on my undershaft. 

“Mmmm…mmmmmMmm…MMmm…”

I finally exhale fully when my slimy meat slides out of his mouth. 

“Told you.” Chris looks up with a smug smile. “And you need to trim. This isn't professional for a shoot.” He runs his hand through my pubes. 

I pull my pants back up, and he goes back to work on adjusting the length like nothing has happened.