Chad Model
It was a cold, bleak day outside, so I lit the fire as soon as I had put the coffee on to boil, as soon as I had got home.
I'd been up half the night, working from home, Yes, sad stuff.
The city was bleak, through which to walk home.
I met up with Nick, as he hurried out of his building. “Oh, ‘ello.”
He was meeting someone’s husband, the partner for who had left the state leaving him ‘up for grabs.’
“I’m sure she didn’t leave with that intension.”
“Whatever that means?” said Nick
He had his glass pipe in his top pocket.
“Luv, you might want to hide that?”
“If I have it here, it’s not hitting me until I get to the front door of his place, after a short taxi ride.”
“Is that why you always stop in here?”
“You never listen, Josh. Hello is there anybody in there? YES!”
“Okay, I heard you.” Jees, he seemed angsty.
“How many times do I have to tell you, your house is the perfect distance from the CBD.”
Yeah, sure I’d heard him say that before.
“TAXI!” And then he was gone and I was left at home in my own, walking up Collins Street.
“Well, thanks for that.” I nodded my head at nobody in particular. “Great.”
Day was night, night was day, it all seemed like a steady stream of consciousness to me, all over as quickly as it had come. I played music. I danced. Thankfully, Daniel sleeps like the dead like me. I looked at porn. I cruised the internet. I paid all of my bills. The night vanished.
I smoked a shit load of pot and passed out. I was collapsing into bed. My doona was heavy and warm. The world spun, I felt completely contented in that spinning.
I was staggering into the kitchen. My feet were cold, my mouth tasted like shit. I didn’t know why I got up?
Daniel left without stopping to pay enough attention to notice.
The house was quiet. The world was pulsating, like a heartbeat, all frayed out in the periphery.
I drank coffee. I ate sugary cereal. The world seemed kinder. I sat on the couch and watched morning television with the TV on mute.
There was a knock on my door mid morning.
I was jangly, it would be fair to say, as I tentatively open the door to see who it was.
Why am I doing this? I thought as the door swung open. Idiot! Just speak quietly and...
It was Chad, standing there all fresh-faced and wheat fed, his country boy charm radiating all out there in front of him.
The world spun. I focussed and my first thought was, well, what do you know, there is a god after all.
“Hey,” he said nervously.
“Hey,” I said. I could feel my face stretch into a grin despite myself.
He wanted me to take some more photos, some girlfriend of his said he should do modelling with his sultry good looks. She was right. He'd gotten my address from Daniel. He'd just dropped by on the off chance,
“I hoped I didn't mind. Even just to discuss the idea. If now wasn't convenient, you know with the short notice and all, I'd be glad to come back at another time. You just tell me when?”
When. "Since you've got a good camera and all," Chad said. Big smile.
I gave him enough pot until his eyes glazed over and his defences were clearly down. At one point he staggered towards me and stood with his back to the fire. He turned to me and gave me his, I think I'm kind of horny, kind of obliviously, no intent behind it, but a display of what he was really feeling none the less. The pot had gone straight to his crotch with his worst fears. His face said he was horny and was thinking about the last time we met.
"So, a model Chad?"
"Yep."
"That's what you've come for?" I wanted to call him on it straight up, I wanted to see him squirm on the real intention, even if he was unaware of all of it. It was working on some deep truthful level. It is hot to see. A little/lot of green expedites the whole process, to be sure.
I felt horny, I knew that.
"Really?"
He looked nervous. "Is now not a good time?" Nervous smile. Adorable really.
Chad looked cute standing there. He'd taken off his jacket to be left with a white bonds t-shirt. Dark hair, muscles on his arms, a flat stomach, across the top of blue 501s, which he filled out rather well, with his... nuggety... body.
I slid my gaze back to his big eyes. He widened them, momentarily.
I handed him the joint.
"Now's a good time, Chad." I smiled. "But..." He puffed on the joint and I could see an innocence about him. He held the joint away from him, like it was some unimagined thing. This caused his arms to rise and caused his t-shirt to ride up, to see his red undies and the ample room between his jeans and his shapely stomach. I couldn't help but look. He looked down and then looked up again at me and we both knew we were thinking the same thing, that I could slide my hand down his pants with ease.
My head spun on filthy stoned thoughts; act before you think, do what feels good, give in to your baser thoughts.
Grab the pretty boy's cock. He's practically begging for it. He hasn't moved a muscle. Yes, here I am, please make the first move.
I looked him straight in the eye. "Just photos... is that all you want?"
"The photos would be great, mate."
We both knew this was the moment, he wasn't flinching, not for a second. He'd kept that exact pose... ready... willing... his eyes sparkled. They said he wanted to. He didn't pull away. We weren't relaxing and it wasn't all over.
I slid my hand into his jeans palm facing him, cupping him, the front of his red jocks, which bulged out sexily. He was soft, squashy. I massaged them gently, they felt nice, I could feel his cock and his two balls in the cup of my hand. Warm. Soft.
He puffed some more on the joint. Up in the air, awkward.
I pulled my hand up and under the elastic of his jocks. Nice pubes, thick. I took the deflated sausage of a penis between my fingers and lovingly, rolled it around.
The blood rushed to my fingertips touch as it rushed into him and he inflated in the palm of my hand, quickly, his shaft quickly sliding up and pushing hard against the upper most corner of my hand. It felt good, to feel that. Another hot and horny boy readies up for sex.
"You finish it," I say softly, as I stroke his thick boner in my hand. He stood there, seemingly oblivious, all his concentration on the joint, to me feeling him up so thoroughly.
Daniel had aired out the skin he usually has next to his bed and now it was in front of the fire place, I guess, drying completely. The fire was warm, the skin was soft and cosy. I didn't want it to be just a blow job again. It's the next step Chad. It's the full three bases, this time.
I guided his hands towards the buttons of my jeans, and although he hesitated to begin with, he soon got the hang of it. My jeans came off, my jocks came off and he had my hard cock in his hands, stroking it with both.
The boys got a stork on him, that's for sure, hanging there down from his manicured pubes, over his big balls, between his muscular thighs. Big and fat.
I lent in and kissed him for the first time. He pulled back and smiled. Then he looked at my lips and his glided in to kiss mine gently. He pulled his head back, licked his lips and looked as though he was contemplating what he'd just done. Then he kissed me again, as tenderly as the first time.
I pulled his t-shirt off, he pulled my t-shirt off.
I pulled him down onto the fir nakedly we lay in each other's arms. Chad's hard cock was pushing against my hard cock, it felt hot laying there with the cute farm boy, naked together.
A couple of times he said, Yes sir, his country upbringing. And although I don't require that, it certainly didn't hurt, let me tell you.
I think my favourite position was him lying naked on his back, me lying on top of him, kissing him, as we rubbed each other’s hardons together.
I pushed my big cock up into his farm boy arse and he relaxed. There was no lube on it, so it wasn't going anywhere, but he still relaxed.
I kissed him hungrily. I sucked his cock enthusiastically. I bent him over the coffee table and licked his arse, he sweet cherry pie arse, it tasted good.
He sucked my cock long and hard. He knew what to do.
We came together, all over each other. He was lying under me, we were kissing. He got so turned on, suddenly he was hugging me tightly, as he spasmed and squirted his cum all over me. I suddenly had the sensation of hot fluid all over my cock and balls.
It was hot. It was amazing to be looking into the farm boy's eyes, as he spilt his precious fluid all over me.
I pulled myself off next to him, making sure he copped the full load, as he kissed me inquisitively.
The best bit was taking him into the shower and washing him afterwards.
Actually, the best bit was offering him my hand, sitting there on the floor, saying, let’s go have a shower, and having him take it.
“You know.” He smiled. “I liked that... that was hot. You’re hot and you’re a fucken guy.”
The water warmed up and I got under the water. Chad looked so adorable standing there naked, smiling, his head tilted to one side, not a blemish on him, not a gram of excess fat.
He stepped in and I pushed his head under the water flow and he gasped. I rubbed the soap on his broad chest.
Chad looked sexy dropping his towel back in the lounge and picking up his jocks, I watched them glide up over his thighs. I watched his flaccid cock plop back into his jocks.
“So, you don’t mind Daniel giving me the address, I guess, hey?”
“Cute, straight country boy’s?” I shook my head. “No, never.”
Chad laughed. “Ah... oh... I don’t think I’m... um that straight, mate.” He laughed. “You were there.”
He pulled his jeans on. The sexiest look on a man is a buff boy in his jeans, shirtless.
I pulled on my jeans, I didn’t bother with jocks.
“He’s not... you know, Daniel...too?” I’m sure he nodded and winked. He picked up his shirt.
What? Daniel? “What? Daniel? No. Straight. Likes girls.”
“Oh.” Chad grinned. He pulled his shirt over his head. “I guess that would be too much to hope for.”
“You’re learning fast.”
I found my hoodie lying on the floor.
At the front door, he hesitated. Waited. I guess he didn’t know the gay protocol.
I stood facing the door, I rubbed my hands together. I should have caught on sooner.
He stepped towards me and guided his lips into mine.
I grabbed the back of his neck, pilling his head towards me and kissing him enthusiastically.
“Good bye you sexy boy.”
“You know that was the first for me?”
“What about the other day up the farm?”
“The first time I admitted that I wasn’t straight.” He smiled, turned and walked away.
He raised his hand in the air as he left. “See ya teach.”
I went around to the shop, I had the shakes, I hadn’t eaten all day. I’ve been too stoned to get to the supermarket this week, so there is nothing in the house. I bought a sweet muffin from the shop and went to the milk bar and got cigarettes for another joint.
“So what interesting things have you been up to... Josh?” Marie raised her shoulders and widened her eyes.
“Oh, I’ve just been helping a country boy find his feet in the big city.”
She leant over close. “Have you changed teams yet... Joshy?”
“Not yet Marie.” I laughed.
“Because I tell you Mario is out of here half the day... you could help me witha moy city feet.”
“Marie, you’ve lived in the city for thirty years.”
She smiled her lusty, forty year old Italian beauty. She really is very beautiful with her black hair, her sultry eyes that flash and her cleavage, only just capture by her black, stretch blouse. “Yeah but a refresher course, you know.” She pulled at her ample bosom. “Make the day go faster.”
The sun was shining as I walked back up the street. A sweet muffin hey. Two mornings in a row. I’ll have to get to the gym... tomorrow. I rubbed my stomach, still flat, still behind the waistband of my jeans.
I'd been up half the night, working from home, Yes, sad stuff.
The city was bleak, through which to walk home.
I met up with Nick, as he hurried out of his building. “Oh, ‘ello.”
He was meeting someone’s husband, the partner for who had left the state leaving him ‘up for grabs.’
“I’m sure she didn’t leave with that intension.”
“Whatever that means?” said Nick
He had his glass pipe in his top pocket.
“Luv, you might want to hide that?”
“If I have it here, it’s not hitting me until I get to the front door of his place, after a short taxi ride.”
“Is that why you always stop in here?”
“You never listen, Josh. Hello is there anybody in there? YES!”
“Okay, I heard you.” Jees, he seemed angsty.
“How many times do I have to tell you, your house is the perfect distance from the CBD.”
Yeah, sure I’d heard him say that before.
“TAXI!” And then he was gone and I was left at home in my own, walking up Collins Street.
“Well, thanks for that.” I nodded my head at nobody in particular. “Great.”
Day was night, night was day, it all seemed like a steady stream of consciousness to me, all over as quickly as it had come. I played music. I danced. Thankfully, Daniel sleeps like the dead like me. I looked at porn. I cruised the internet. I paid all of my bills. The night vanished.
I smoked a shit load of pot and passed out. I was collapsing into bed. My doona was heavy and warm. The world spun, I felt completely contented in that spinning.
I was staggering into the kitchen. My feet were cold, my mouth tasted like shit. I didn’t know why I got up?
Daniel left without stopping to pay enough attention to notice.
The house was quiet. The world was pulsating, like a heartbeat, all frayed out in the periphery.
I drank coffee. I ate sugary cereal. The world seemed kinder. I sat on the couch and watched morning television with the TV on mute.
There was a knock on my door mid morning.
I was jangly, it would be fair to say, as I tentatively open the door to see who it was.
Why am I doing this? I thought as the door swung open. Idiot! Just speak quietly and...
It was Chad, standing there all fresh-faced and wheat fed, his country boy charm radiating all out there in front of him.
The world spun. I focussed and my first thought was, well, what do you know, there is a god after all.
“Hey,” he said nervously.
“Hey,” I said. I could feel my face stretch into a grin despite myself.
He wanted me to take some more photos, some girlfriend of his said he should do modelling with his sultry good looks. She was right. He'd gotten my address from Daniel. He'd just dropped by on the off chance,
“I hoped I didn't mind. Even just to discuss the idea. If now wasn't convenient, you know with the short notice and all, I'd be glad to come back at another time. You just tell me when?”
When. "Since you've got a good camera and all," Chad said. Big smile.
I gave him enough pot until his eyes glazed over and his defences were clearly down. At one point he staggered towards me and stood with his back to the fire. He turned to me and gave me his, I think I'm kind of horny, kind of obliviously, no intent behind it, but a display of what he was really feeling none the less. The pot had gone straight to his crotch with his worst fears. His face said he was horny and was thinking about the last time we met.
"So, a model Chad?"
"Yep."
"That's what you've come for?" I wanted to call him on it straight up, I wanted to see him squirm on the real intention, even if he was unaware of all of it. It was working on some deep truthful level. It is hot to see. A little/lot of green expedites the whole process, to be sure.
I felt horny, I knew that.
"Really?"
He looked nervous. "Is now not a good time?" Nervous smile. Adorable really.
Chad looked cute standing there. He'd taken off his jacket to be left with a white bonds t-shirt. Dark hair, muscles on his arms, a flat stomach, across the top of blue 501s, which he filled out rather well, with his... nuggety... body.
I slid my gaze back to his big eyes. He widened them, momentarily.
I handed him the joint.
"Now's a good time, Chad." I smiled. "But..." He puffed on the joint and I could see an innocence about him. He held the joint away from him, like it was some unimagined thing. This caused his arms to rise and caused his t-shirt to ride up, to see his red undies and the ample room between his jeans and his shapely stomach. I couldn't help but look. He looked down and then looked up again at me and we both knew we were thinking the same thing, that I could slide my hand down his pants with ease.
My head spun on filthy stoned thoughts; act before you think, do what feels good, give in to your baser thoughts.
Grab the pretty boy's cock. He's practically begging for it. He hasn't moved a muscle. Yes, here I am, please make the first move.
I looked him straight in the eye. "Just photos... is that all you want?"
"The photos would be great, mate."
We both knew this was the moment, he wasn't flinching, not for a second. He'd kept that exact pose... ready... willing... his eyes sparkled. They said he wanted to. He didn't pull away. We weren't relaxing and it wasn't all over.
I slid my hand into his jeans palm facing him, cupping him, the front of his red jocks, which bulged out sexily. He was soft, squashy. I massaged them gently, they felt nice, I could feel his cock and his two balls in the cup of my hand. Warm. Soft.
He puffed some more on the joint. Up in the air, awkward.
I pulled my hand up and under the elastic of his jocks. Nice pubes, thick. I took the deflated sausage of a penis between my fingers and lovingly, rolled it around.
The blood rushed to my fingertips touch as it rushed into him and he inflated in the palm of my hand, quickly, his shaft quickly sliding up and pushing hard against the upper most corner of my hand. It felt good, to feel that. Another hot and horny boy readies up for sex.
"You finish it," I say softly, as I stroke his thick boner in my hand. He stood there, seemingly oblivious, all his concentration on the joint, to me feeling him up so thoroughly.
Daniel had aired out the skin he usually has next to his bed and now it was in front of the fire place, I guess, drying completely. The fire was warm, the skin was soft and cosy. I didn't want it to be just a blow job again. It's the next step Chad. It's the full three bases, this time.
I guided his hands towards the buttons of my jeans, and although he hesitated to begin with, he soon got the hang of it. My jeans came off, my jocks came off and he had my hard cock in his hands, stroking it with both.
The boys got a stork on him, that's for sure, hanging there down from his manicured pubes, over his big balls, between his muscular thighs. Big and fat.
I lent in and kissed him for the first time. He pulled back and smiled. Then he looked at my lips and his glided in to kiss mine gently. He pulled his head back, licked his lips and looked as though he was contemplating what he'd just done. Then he kissed me again, as tenderly as the first time.
I pulled his t-shirt off, he pulled my t-shirt off.
I pulled him down onto the fir nakedly we lay in each other's arms. Chad's hard cock was pushing against my hard cock, it felt hot laying there with the cute farm boy, naked together.
A couple of times he said, Yes sir, his country upbringing. And although I don't require that, it certainly didn't hurt, let me tell you.
I think my favourite position was him lying naked on his back, me lying on top of him, kissing him, as we rubbed each other’s hardons together.
I pushed my big cock up into his farm boy arse and he relaxed. There was no lube on it, so it wasn't going anywhere, but he still relaxed.
I kissed him hungrily. I sucked his cock enthusiastically. I bent him over the coffee table and licked his arse, he sweet cherry pie arse, it tasted good.
He sucked my cock long and hard. He knew what to do.
We came together, all over each other. He was lying under me, we were kissing. He got so turned on, suddenly he was hugging me tightly, as he spasmed and squirted his cum all over me. I suddenly had the sensation of hot fluid all over my cock and balls.
It was hot. It was amazing to be looking into the farm boy's eyes, as he spilt his precious fluid all over me.
I pulled myself off next to him, making sure he copped the full load, as he kissed me inquisitively.
The best bit was taking him into the shower and washing him afterwards.
Actually, the best bit was offering him my hand, sitting there on the floor, saying, let’s go have a shower, and having him take it.
“You know.” He smiled. “I liked that... that was hot. You’re hot and you’re a fucken guy.”
The water warmed up and I got under the water. Chad looked so adorable standing there naked, smiling, his head tilted to one side, not a blemish on him, not a gram of excess fat.
He stepped in and I pushed his head under the water flow and he gasped. I rubbed the soap on his broad chest.
Chad looked sexy dropping his towel back in the lounge and picking up his jocks, I watched them glide up over his thighs. I watched his flaccid cock plop back into his jocks.
“So, you don’t mind Daniel giving me the address, I guess, hey?”
“Cute, straight country boy’s?” I shook my head. “No, never.”
Chad laughed. “Ah... oh... I don’t think I’m... um that straight, mate.” He laughed. “You were there.”
He pulled his jeans on. The sexiest look on a man is a buff boy in his jeans, shirtless.
I pulled on my jeans, I didn’t bother with jocks.
“He’s not... you know, Daniel...too?” I’m sure he nodded and winked. He picked up his shirt.
What? Daniel? “What? Daniel? No. Straight. Likes girls.”
“Oh.” Chad grinned. He pulled his shirt over his head. “I guess that would be too much to hope for.”
“You’re learning fast.”
I found my hoodie lying on the floor.
At the front door, he hesitated. Waited. I guess he didn’t know the gay protocol.
I stood facing the door, I rubbed my hands together. I should have caught on sooner.
He stepped towards me and guided his lips into mine.
I grabbed the back of his neck, pilling his head towards me and kissing him enthusiastically.
“Good bye you sexy boy.”
“You know that was the first for me?”
“What about the other day up the farm?”
“The first time I admitted that I wasn’t straight.” He smiled, turned and walked away.
He raised his hand in the air as he left. “See ya teach.”
I went around to the shop, I had the shakes, I hadn’t eaten all day. I’ve been too stoned to get to the supermarket this week, so there is nothing in the house. I bought a sweet muffin from the shop and went to the milk bar and got cigarettes for another joint.
“So what interesting things have you been up to... Josh?” Marie raised her shoulders and widened her eyes.
“Oh, I’ve just been helping a country boy find his feet in the big city.”
She leant over close. “Have you changed teams yet... Joshy?”
“Not yet Marie.” I laughed.
“Because I tell you Mario is out of here half the day... you could help me witha moy city feet.”
“Marie, you’ve lived in the city for thirty years.”
She smiled her lusty, forty year old Italian beauty. She really is very beautiful with her black hair, her sultry eyes that flash and her cleavage, only just capture by her black, stretch blouse. “Yeah but a refresher course, you know.” She pulled at her ample bosom. “Make the day go faster.”
The sun was shining as I walked back up the street. A sweet muffin hey. Two mornings in a row. I’ll have to get to the gym... tomorrow. I rubbed my stomach, still flat, still behind the waistband of my jeans.
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