I woke up at noon and was like "Damn, I'm going to be late for this shoot." I already crushed it in the gym last night and my legs were on fire.
New York is nothing like the mid-western city I grew up. It's got a pulse, a fierce one. And the energy here turns me on big time. A city full of alphas. Everyone looking at me like they want to own me. Plus, it's easy to fly under the radar here--the city is so big.
I grab coffee and a meal and jump in the shower and throw on black sweats and arrive at Chelsea Piers just before 1:00. I smoke the shoot, these things are easy. The photographer and their staff are all great--this time I'm posing on a backdrop that is a NYC rooftop and it's supposed to be summer.
My chest is jacked and my ass is popping out of a white Aronik brief a size too small. I kept thinking back to last night when I was down in Meatpacking at this underground party. And how hot it was...
I'm in the lightest pair of skinny jeans I can squeeze into and a black tank even though it's winter. The bouncer, a guy I know from Equinox Hudson Yards, gives me a high five. Damn, his slap was hard and he nodded at me like I was a sizzling steak. He had one of those faces that just got you. It was a big working class masculine bull. Big nose, cocky and arrogant that screamed "You fuckin' want me." I loved when a guy was so sure of himself that people just submitted. I acted all IDGAF because I tried to avoid guys like that--too much fuckin' trouble. I walked past him and, to my shock, he gave me a big SPANK on my ass. It was demanding and dominant--like I was his property. A fuckin' electric jolt shot through my abs all the way down to my big legs. Immediately, I was getting hard.
So many guys get intimidated and shy around me and it's such a turnoff. It's hard because I'm not out and people project all sorts of stuff on me. I'm a wholesome, mid-western guy who was blessed with amazing genetics, a great face and a sick body. I have to keep it all in check but inside I'm a total sub who loves to be dominated. I know the look when I get it and it's so rare but this bouncer had it. In SPADES.
I turned around and saw a huge bulge popping out of his painted on jeans. I love when big "straight" guys like to show off. He nodded as if to say: "I'm going to fuck you later." Fuck, I love big dicks.
I walked into the party which was really crowded. A DJ was playing a Dua Lipa remix. My crew called me over, a bunch of models and we talked about who had what coming out next. A billboard, a spread in Men's Fitness, that short of shit. Across the room, I saw the bouncer come in. And scope the room until his eyes found me.
He was probably Israeli or Italian but completely looked like an arrogant cop from the Bronx. Tattoos, square jaw, an animal gaze and a huge shock of hair that tapered into a sick fade. And juiced up like a fuckin' beast. Grapefruit sized biceps, a chest way bigger than mine and that DICK-AND-A-HALF bulging out of his compression-type jeans.
Immediately, the voices from my guys started to fade and I could only hear my breath start to rapidly increase and my heart pumping. It had been so long since I got fucked and my entire being was shuddering to get pounded like a hungry bitch. I was completely hairless except for some pubes from today's shoot and I could feel my g-string pressing against my perfect asshole. He was teasing me, talking to, Derek, this other model I didn't know but only heard about and man, was he hypnotized by his presence. I mean, you KNEW they were going to fuck. Just because he demanded it. Man, this guy, that's how powerful his vibe was. I kept trying to make eye contact but he was so focused on Derek, who was way hotter than me that nothing else existed. Fuck!
Then, he turned Derek around so his back was toward me. And this hot monster started acting bored with Derek. And started shooting his eyes over to me. I slide my tongue over the top of my lip and tried to act like I didn't give a fuck, nodding to my boys, feigning a laugh but then his upper left went into a type of sneer. And that's when I knew: I was his prey. I was going to do whatever he demanded.
He said goodbye to Derek and his friends and nodded toward the back of the room. I told my boys I had to go to the men's room and walked to the back of the warehouse. And waited. At some point, I lost him, and didn't know where he was. And five agonizing minutes went by and I turned to head back to the booth and WHOOMP, I banged right into him. He was a LOT taller than me, like 6"5" and his juiced up body felt like concrete. So fuckin' hard.
"What's going on, Nick?" he casually stated as if he had no idea the fire between us. He was almost mocking me in the way he pretended we just bumped into each other.
I knew I had a hot voice. Like a mix of frat boy and shy nerd so I cleared my throat and acted all chill: "Oh, hey man, I'm just chillin' with my boys." Nothing. Just a stare. Like he was bored. Nobody ever reacts to me like that. It turned me on big time.
"I was going in the back here and was going to smoke a big fuckin' joint", he said. "You smoke?"
"Nah, I don't like that shit." I said. Trying to take control.
"Oh, okay", he said casually. "Have a good night." And then, he headed toward a door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY. It must have been somebody else that was talking but I yelled out, "I'm in the mood to get baked." I got stoned like twice in my life! What the fuck was I talking about?
He held the door open and looked around to make sure nobody was watching. Then nodded me in. And walked behind me. I could feel his eyes on my bubble ass. Tongue kissing it, making out with it. Driving me nuts. He grabbed my arm and shifted me to the right. "Over here", he barked out. We went down a long hallway and into a locked room. It was a supply room, with boxes of booze, neatly stacked. A desk and a plush velvet sofa. He locked the door. "Sit over there", he demanded. He took out a joint: "I hate fuckin' vape pens. This is the real shit," he said.
And he lit up the blunt and sucked on it deeply. His lips were so big, like everything about him. His jaw, his forehead, his head, his shoulders. He knew I was staring at him. He didn't pass it to me, like people usually do. He put it in my mouth. "Suck it," he said. His deep voice with that Bronx accent. So entitled. I took in a nice hit and coughed like a bitch.
He laughed. "You fuckin' amatueur." I loved that he talked like that. Then, he took another deep hit and moved closer. His breath was right by ear. I sat with perfect posture, my big back arched and my arms popping from the tank top. He whispered really gently. "I know you fuckin' want it bitch. That's why you came back here. Isn't it?" Then he gave my ear a tiny luck and then started nibbling on it.
I let out a primal moan. And then he stuck his middle finger in my mouth. "Show me how you're going to fuckin' do it."
My entire body started to quiver. I knew I was going to get the fuck of my life.
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New York is nothing like the mid-western city I grew up. It's got a pulse, a fierce one. And the energy here turns me on big time. A city full of alphas. Everyone looking at me like they want to own me. Plus, it's easy to fly under the radar here--the city is so big.
I grab coffee and a meal and jump in the shower and throw on black sweats and arrive at Chelsea Piers just before 1:00. I smoke the shoot, these things are easy. The photographer and their staff are all great--this time I'm posing on a backdrop that is a NYC rooftop and it's supposed to be summer.
My chest is jacked and my ass is popping out of a white Aronik brief a size too small. I kept thinking back to last night when I was down in Meatpacking at this underground party. And how hot it was...
I'm in the lightest pair of skinny jeans I can squeeze into and a black tank even though it's winter. The bouncer, a guy I know from Equinox Hudson Yards, gives me a high five. Damn, his slap was hard and he nodded at me like I was a sizzling steak. He had one of those faces that just got you. It was a big working class masculine bull. Big nose, cocky and arrogant that screamed "You fuckin' want me." I loved when a guy was so sure of himself that people just submitted. I acted all IDGAF because I tried to avoid guys like that--too much fuckin' trouble. I walked past him and, to my shock, he gave me a big SPANK on my ass. It was demanding and dominant--like I was his property. A fuckin' electric jolt shot through my abs all the way down to my big legs. Immediately, I was getting hard.
So many guys get intimidated and shy around me and it's such a turnoff. It's hard because I'm not out and people project all sorts of stuff on me. I'm a wholesome, mid-western guy who was blessed with amazing genetics, a great face and a sick body. I have to keep it all in check but inside I'm a total sub who loves to be dominated. I know the look when I get it and it's so rare but this bouncer had it. In SPADES.
I turned around and saw a huge bulge popping out of his painted on jeans. I love when big "straight" guys like to show off. He nodded as if to say: "I'm going to fuck you later." Fuck, I love big dicks.
I walked into the party which was really crowded. A DJ was playing a Dua Lipa remix. My crew called me over, a bunch of models and we talked about who had what coming out next. A billboard, a spread in Men's Fitness, that short of shit. Across the room, I saw the bouncer come in. And scope the room until his eyes found me.
He was probably Israeli or Italian but completely looked like an arrogant cop from the Bronx. Tattoos, square jaw, an animal gaze and a huge shock of hair that tapered into a sick fade. And juiced up like a fuckin' beast. Grapefruit sized biceps, a chest way bigger than mine and that DICK-AND-A-HALF bulging out of his compression-type jeans.
Immediately, the voices from my guys started to fade and I could only hear my breath start to rapidly increase and my heart pumping. It had been so long since I got fucked and my entire being was shuddering to get pounded like a hungry bitch. I was completely hairless except for some pubes from today's shoot and I could feel my g-string pressing against my perfect asshole. He was teasing me, talking to, Derek, this other model I didn't know but only heard about and man, was he hypnotized by his presence. I mean, you KNEW they were going to fuck. Just because he demanded it. Man, this guy, that's how powerful his vibe was. I kept trying to make eye contact but he was so focused on Derek, who was way hotter than me that nothing else existed. Fuck!
Then, he turned Derek around so his back was toward me. And this hot monster started acting bored with Derek. And started shooting his eyes over to me. I slide my tongue over the top of my lip and tried to act like I didn't give a fuck, nodding to my boys, feigning a laugh but then his upper left went into a type of sneer. And that's when I knew: I was his prey. I was going to do whatever he demanded.
He said goodbye to Derek and his friends and nodded toward the back of the room. I told my boys I had to go to the men's room and walked to the back of the warehouse. And waited. At some point, I lost him, and didn't know where he was. And five agonizing minutes went by and I turned to head back to the booth and WHOOMP, I banged right into him. He was a LOT taller than me, like 6"5" and his juiced up body felt like concrete. So fuckin' hard.
"What's going on, Nick?" he casually stated as if he had no idea the fire between us. He was almost mocking me in the way he pretended we just bumped into each other.
I knew I had a hot voice. Like a mix of frat boy and shy nerd so I cleared my throat and acted all chill: "Oh, hey man, I'm just chillin' with my boys." Nothing. Just a stare. Like he was bored. Nobody ever reacts to me like that. It turned me on big time.
"I was going in the back here and was going to smoke a big fuckin' joint", he said. "You smoke?"
"Nah, I don't like that shit." I said. Trying to take control.
"Oh, okay", he said casually. "Have a good night." And then, he headed toward a door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY. It must have been somebody else that was talking but I yelled out, "I'm in the mood to get baked." I got stoned like twice in my life! What the fuck was I talking about?
He held the door open and looked around to make sure nobody was watching. Then nodded me in. And walked behind me. I could feel his eyes on my bubble ass. Tongue kissing it, making out with it. Driving me nuts. He grabbed my arm and shifted me to the right. "Over here", he barked out. We went down a long hallway and into a locked room. It was a supply room, with boxes of booze, neatly stacked. A desk and a plush velvet sofa. He locked the door. "Sit over there", he demanded. He took out a joint: "I hate fuckin' vape pens. This is the real shit," he said.
And he lit up the blunt and sucked on it deeply. His lips were so big, like everything about him. His jaw, his forehead, his head, his shoulders. He knew I was staring at him. He didn't pass it to me, like people usually do. He put it in my mouth. "Suck it," he said. His deep voice with that Bronx accent. So entitled. I took in a nice hit and coughed like a bitch.
He laughed. "You fuckin' amatueur." I loved that he talked like that. Then, he took another deep hit and moved closer. His breath was right by ear. I sat with perfect posture, my big back arched and my arms popping from the tank top. He whispered really gently. "I know you fuckin' want it bitch. That's why you came back here. Isn't it?" Then he gave my ear a tiny luck and then started nibbling on it.
I let out a primal moan. And then he stuck his middle finger in my mouth. "Show me how you're going to fuckin' do it."
My entire body started to quiver. I knew I was going to get the fuck of my life.
SHOULD I WRITE MORE?
