BROCK CAMERON, standing at 6’5 and weighing in at a hunky 250 pounds was on the top of the model influencer game. A gymbro prince, early 20s former college D1 athlete was well sought after by major firms now, and his social media presence was never a miss. BROCK found himself with a new gig, a massive one from Abercrombie & Fitch, destined to be the season’s new national face, and the pay was beyond great to sustain his lifestyle.
That’s where, at 2am at night, BROCK, sporting a tight white tanktop and a pair of tight yet rugged tan joggers along with a pair of white Vans shoes, BROCK entered the athletic center and found a photographer setting up a tripod in front of a row of blue gym lockers and a bench. “Euh yo, this duh place?” BROCK huffed off calmly and curiously, totally relaxed and dominating demeanor without even trying. The photographer, JONAS, turned and stood in awe of the massive and tall hunk for a moment before walking up to him. “You must be Brock, so hot to meet yah stud~” Instead of shaking BROCK’s hand, JONAS moved right up to feel BROCK’s left bicep, to which BROCK instantly and calmly began to flex . . . Even flexing his bicep arm up to really show off the hunky mound. “Ain’t shy neither, guess that’s why they call you the Baller Prince, huh?~” JONAS joked off even as BROCK sustained a serious model expression and kept his bicep flexed up, “Your girlfriend okay with all of this…?” JONAS inquired as BROCK calmly responded “She knows um’uh show off” BROCK smirked off softly as JONAS remained transfixed by his stunning blue eyes.
Before snapping out of it and clapping his hands “OKAY! You got the instructions from the email, go ahead and strip so we can get this session started~” JONAS instructed as he went back to preparing the camera, as BROCK began to take all of his clothes off for the model photoshoot.
BROCK, now totally naked with his cock swinging somewhat, only his socks and shoes remaining as per the email instructions, cocked an eyebrow up as he noticed some clothes hanging from the locker and on the bench,
“Brah?” BROCK scoffed off perplexed, with his smooth sexy and dumb voice that made JONAS melt “Heh don’t worry about that Brockers, they’re clean, just pieces from the client’s upcoming clothing line~” JONAS soothed out as BROCK nodded calmly and stood there as JONAS eagerly finished the setup.
