Chad Model 2017
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, pissing around, having adventures, writing great stuff. I liked it.
You know what four points does, I assume. With Nick on a school night, what’s more.
He just dropped in to use my place as a smoking den, as he didn’t want to drive off his face. He was meeting someone’s husband, the partner for who had left the state leaving him ‘unprotected.’
“You heard her say that?”
“Whatever that means?”
“Her husband…”
“If I have it here, it’s not hitting me until I get to the front door of the CBD club, after a short taxi ride from Lygon.”
“Is that why you always stop in here?”
“You never listen, Josh. How many times do I have to repeat the same story? 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 you say that before, but I never really knew what it meant?”
“Well, now you do.”
And then he was gone and I was left at home in my own, droop-eyed, spinning, sweaty world.
“Well, thanks for that.” I nodded my head at nobody in particular. “Great.” The front door.
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 around the house. When I sing, Bruno heads outside to his kennel, thinking he is getting told off. I looked at porn. I cruised the internet. I paid all of my bills. The time vanished.
I smoked a shit load of pot and passed out. I was collapsing into bed. My doona was heavy and warm, that was Bruno. The world spun, I felt completely contented in that spinning world of mothers-hand-craddling-you.
I was staggering into the kitchen. My feet were cold, my mouth tasted like shit. I didn’t know why I got up?
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 doorbell sounded mid morning.
I was jangly, it would be fair to say, I jumped.
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...maybe they will go.
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 that god betraying my atheist instincts.
“Hey,” he said nervously.
“Hey,” I said. I could feel my face stretch into a grin despite myself. “How are you?”
“I’m good, I was just passing.”
“Take some more photos?” His girlfriend said his modelling career had dropped off. “Time to get new shots done.” He had my address, he got it from Daniel, the first time. I never did speak to Daniel about that? He'd just dropped by on the off chance, He hoped I didn't mind.
"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. I had a fire. He stood by the fire. He looked kind of horny, kind of obliviously, bounced on his soles. 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 modelling Chad?"
"Yep."
“Going well?”
“Yep.”
“Good for you.”
"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. Black bonds t-shirt. Dark hair, guns, a flat stomach, across the top of worn blue 501s, which he filled out rather well.
I slid my gaze back to his big eyes. He widened them, momentarily. Smiled.
I handed him the joint.
"Now's a good time, Chad." I smiled. "But..." He puffed on the joint. He held the joint away from him, like it was some unimagined thing. His arms rose up and caused his t-shirt to ride up, to see the thick elastic of his red undies and skin. 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.
My head spun on filthy stoned thoughts; act before you think, do what feels good, give in to your baser thoughts. Ask for forgiveness later.
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.
“Do you want to fool around?” asked Chad.
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 gently, he 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 rolling it around.
The blood rushed to my fingertips touch as it rushed into him and he got hard in the palm of my hand, quickly, his shaft quickly sliding up and pushing hard against my wrist. 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.
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 dick 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 leant 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 rug 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, his 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, again.
We lay in front of the fire.
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.”
The water warmed up and I got under the water. Chad looked so adorable standing there naked, relaxed, 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, I still had your address, And all.”
“You?” I shook my head. “The straight boy. No, never.”
Chad laughed. “Ah... oh... I don’t think I’m... um that straight, mate.” He laughed. “You were there, again.”
He pulled his jeans on. The sexiest look on a man, is a buff boy in his jeans, shirtless.
I pulled on my jeans, over my jocks.
“He’s hot... 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, pulling his head towards me and kissing him enthusiastically.
“Good bye, you sexy boy.”
“I liked it, I want to do it again.”
“You’re wish, is my command.”
“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. “You’d be a great teacher... Joshy?” She kind of scrunched up her nose.
“First class.” 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, pissing around, having adventures, writing great stuff. I liked it.
You know what four points does, I assume. With Nick on a school night, what’s more.
He just dropped in to use my place as a smoking den, as he didn’t want to drive off his face. He was meeting someone’s husband, the partner for who had left the state leaving him ‘unprotected.’
“You heard her say that?”
“Whatever that means?”
“Her husband…”
“If I have it here, it’s not hitting me until I get to the front door of the CBD club, after a short taxi ride from Lygon.”
“Is that why you always stop in here?”
“You never listen, Josh. How many times do I have to repeat the same story? 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 you say that before, but I never really knew what it meant?”
“Well, now you do.”
And then he was gone and I was left at home in my own, droop-eyed, spinning, sweaty world.
“Well, thanks for that.” I nodded my head at nobody in particular. “Great.” The front door.
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 around the house. When I sing, Bruno heads outside to his kennel, thinking he is getting told off. I looked at porn. I cruised the internet. I paid all of my bills. The time vanished.
I smoked a shit load of pot and passed out. I was collapsing into bed. My doona was heavy and warm, that was Bruno. The world spun, I felt completely contented in that spinning world of mothers-hand-craddling-you.
I was staggering into the kitchen. My feet were cold, my mouth tasted like shit. I didn’t know why I got up?
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 doorbell sounded mid morning.
I was jangly, it would be fair to say, I jumped.
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...maybe they will go.
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 that god betraying my atheist instincts.
“Hey,” he said nervously.
“Hey,” I said. I could feel my face stretch into a grin despite myself. “How are you?”
“I’m good, I was just passing.”
“Take some more photos?” His girlfriend said his modelling career had dropped off. “Time to get new shots done.” He had my address, he got it from Daniel, the first time. I never did speak to Daniel about that? He'd just dropped by on the off chance, He hoped I didn't mind.
"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. I had a fire. He stood by the fire. He looked kind of horny, kind of obliviously, bounced on his soles. 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 modelling Chad?"
"Yep."
“Going well?”
“Yep.”
“Good for you.”
"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. Black bonds t-shirt. Dark hair, guns, a flat stomach, across the top of worn blue 501s, which he filled out rather well.
I slid my gaze back to his big eyes. He widened them, momentarily. Smiled.
I handed him the joint.
"Now's a good time, Chad." I smiled. "But..." He puffed on the joint. He held the joint away from him, like it was some unimagined thing. His arms rose up and caused his t-shirt to ride up, to see the thick elastic of his red undies and skin. 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.
My head spun on filthy stoned thoughts; act before you think, do what feels good, give in to your baser thoughts. Ask for forgiveness later.
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.
“Do you want to fool around?” asked Chad.
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 gently, he 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 rolling it around.
The blood rushed to my fingertips touch as it rushed into him and he got hard in the palm of my hand, quickly, his shaft quickly sliding up and pushing hard against my wrist. 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.
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 dick 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 leant 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 rug 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, his 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, again.
We lay in front of the fire.
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.”
The water warmed up and I got under the water. Chad looked so adorable standing there naked, relaxed, 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, I still had your address, And all.”
“You?” I shook my head. “The straight boy. No, never.”
Chad laughed. “Ah... oh... I don’t think I’m... um that straight, mate.” He laughed. “You were there, again.”
He pulled his jeans on. The sexiest look on a man, is a buff boy in his jeans, shirtless.
I pulled on my jeans, over my jocks.
“He’s hot... 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, pulling his head towards me and kissing him enthusiastically.
“Good bye, you sexy boy.”
“I liked it, I want to do it again.”
“You’re wish, is my command.”
“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. “You’d be a great teacher... Joshy?” She kind of scrunched up her nose.
“First class.” 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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