the new underwear line
Added 2017-01-26 20:19:14 +0000 UTCThe first time I booked Antonio Amuletti for a photo shoot his agent called me immediately. His voice was thin and pretty nervous.
"You should know something about Antonio. Maybe he isn't the right model for you."
What a strange thing to hear from an agent.
"Why? What is so terrible about him? He looks perfect for our campaign."
"Well, Antonio is a model for shirts, accessories and so on. Not so much for underwear."
"I think he'll look fine. I saw his face—most of his body—he gorgeous; costumers will love him."
"Just want to warn you."
"Of what?"
"This is awkward," he muttered under his breath but then he became more clear. "He's pretty blessed down there."
"Down where?" I wanted to ask but then I understood.
I had never seen photos of Antonio showing off his other assets. This isn't something that has to be discussed usually.
"How big is this 'blessed' you're talking about."
"I don't believe he'll fit in your underwear from what I've seen on your website."
"What?"
"It's just not big enough."
"This is ridiculous."
"This isn't a joke. That guy as balls bigger than avocados…"
I booked him nevertheless because a pretty big part of me still believed that this was just a joke and somebody else wanted to rent Antonio for that day. But when he walked in on set everyone was speechless. He was blessed. Half way through we had to pause the shoot because our model had an erection; something that is pretty common when you have several hours of continuous work. What wasn't common was the sheer size of his manhood. And it wasn't coming down in twenty minutes.
Without saying a word Antonio disappeared for 12 minutes and came back, his package slightly smaller than before and his cock finally soft. He was sweating all over and short of breath.
"We can go on now."
