The Model 1

I could hardly believe what I had just heard, but all of a sudden Yves’ mouth was on mine, and we were kissing, him naked, me in boxer briefs. He put his arms around my back and I arched at his embrace. His kissing was passionate and strong, nothing like the Frenching I’d ever done with girls. My nipples were erect, the bulge from my underwear enormous, and all the hairs on my neck seemed to stand on end. God, I wanted this man. God, I wanted this man more than anything. I never wanted to screw another girl again.

His kissing continued and his mouth moved down to my neck. I gave a sweet low moan as his tongue lapped up my pectorals, and slowly it found its way to my nipples. I grunted and swore loudly as he lavished my nipples, licking and fondling them like no girl had ever done. What I found most intoxicating was his smell – a masculine, wonderful scent seemed to emanate from him, which just added to my horniness. A dribble ran through my shorts, which I recognised as pre-cum flowing over my cock and balls.

By now, Yves had moved away from my chest and was closing in on my cock. He licked my abs voluptuously and his tongue touched the rim of my underwear. “Get these off,” he said almost indignantly, then laughed as he saw my face. I was in heaven.

My eight and a half incher sprang into view, at full erection, and Yves seemed impressed. “This is a fine penis,” he said, and I nearly laughed at his accent, but was soon sent into raptures again by his tongue. I had got head from many girls before, but never like this. I was discovering that only a man knew how to properly service a cock. Yves was incredible – he was shoving my dick, which was fairly large to say the least, all the way down his throat, and massaging it wonderfully with my tongue. Orgasm was imminent, and I indicated it to Yves. “Oh,” he said, and suddenly stopped. “Well, there are other things we have to do first. Have a lick of this,” he said, waving his cock around in his hand and indicating for me to kneel down.

I had hardly noticed that Yves had become horny too, and his cock was at full mast. And boy, was it a monster. It must have been ten inches, thick, cut and swinging, like a mighty club. My cock felt small in comparison. Tentatively, I put my mouth to the tip of his dick. It smelt fantastic, and soon my mouth was all over his massive schlong, my nose taking in his arousing scent, my tongue lapping up the pre-cum drooling from his tool. He then instructed me to take the head into his mouth, and smiling at me, he suddenly blew, and a rush of liquid flowed down my throat. It tasted strange – sweet yet salty, but above all, incredible, and I lapped up every last drop of this beautiful man nectar. I stood up to let Yves finish me off, but he was moving towards the table.

“You know what I’d love?” he said, still apparently randy. “If you could give me a good fucking. A good, er…strong, fuck. Please?” he said, horny as any girl I’d ever been with. This was something I knew I could do – even if it was a guy, I’d screwed girls up the ass before – and enjoyed it immensely. I was only too happy to oblige.

Yves procured a condom from the pocket of his jeans, which lay with my clothes on the table. Handing it to me, he lay on the table, legs in the air. My cock, still at massive erection, moved about in pleasure as the oily sexual wetness of the condom oozed over my dick. Grasping Yves legs in either hand, I moved my cock towards his asshole.

I was in, and I was humping wildly. There was something intensely satisfying about giving this amazingly beautiful man so much pleasure. We both groaned in passion as my cock slid in and out of his hole, which was responding to my tool, almost Frenching it as I bucked. Neither of us could stop moaning, and suddenly I reached the point of no return. I told Yves orgasm was coming, and he told me to stop. “Get that condom off, and cum all over my chest,” he told me. “I must see that cum on me.”

This statement seemed to heighten my arousal and I whipped off the condom, leaving his ass behind, and sat atop Yves, straddling his chest, and started whacking myself off. As I sensed the cum rising through my cock, I aimed squarely at Yves’ chest, and soon torrents of cum were spurting out. I gave a long, loud moan, as Yves massaged my thighs and ran a finger through my cum, licking it up. “Ohh, c’est bien…” he said, looking deeply satisfied. I could only smile.

We then had a fun few minutes polishing off my spunk; I licked the last bits off Yves chest, and found my cum to be rather tasty. I felt almost sad putting my clothes on, the sight of the divine body slowly disappearing from view.

“I like you,” Yves said to me as we left the shooting room. “We need to see each other more. Perhaps, if you give me a call, we can meet on the weekend? Saturday night, I like to go clubbing. You will come?”

I had planned on clubbing this weekend anyway, but never had it entered my mind to go somewhere gay. Now, however, it seemed so exciting, and going with Yves would make it truly perfect. “Of course,” I said, “I’ll be there.”

Handing me his card, and walking down the corridor, I realised how lucky I was, and that I had probably just had the best sex of my entire life.