The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
As per the usual, Ron was late in getting down to The Agency. Heather greeted him at the door taking note of his disheveled and sleepless look as she continued to answer phones for the various calls that came from multiple clients and potential clients. Ron headed back toward his dressing room, he wore a tight fitting black t-shirt and denim jeans with black boots this time around finding it much easier to discard when changing than a full on suit that he was probably not going to be in for very long at the rate they were going. Richard Leavey was standing outside his dressing room when he got there with a rather familiar face. A relatively average looking thin man with a pencil thin beard and messy dark hair and slightly pale skin stood before him. Ron took off the pair of dark sunglasses he'd been wearing to get a better look at the new arrival who's scent he knew all too well.
"Ronnie, how nice of you to join us today." said Richard making a snide remark about his absence from work for a few days. "I want you to meet our newest member of the family, Ron Hemming this is Oliver Lorenz, Oliver this is our star model and resident pain in the ass Ron."
Oliver's dark eyes flickered with excitement and Ron noted the hint of arousal in the air as he flashed his perfect white teeth in the form of a smile and approached him with his hand out. Ron shook his hand as he had not wanted Richard to read into much of what both men already knew about one another.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Ron Hemming." said Oliver with a subtle hint of recollection in his tone.
"Likewise." replied Ron recalling just how much he made the little man scream when drilling his tight and perfect arse.
Richard remained clueless as he turned his attention toward continuing the introductions of the two men whom had not stopped staring at one another since their arrival. On a good day, Ron wasn't much for flirtation with men but when he'd been drunk or given to his feral urges he cared not if the object of his desire was a man or a woman when he'd been in need. This happened to be one of those times with Talia at a photo-shoot in Greece and no one to take his current round of sexual frustrations out on due to his having to rush to work and skipping out on a visit from his favorite maid.
Ron's hazel eyes flickered with desire as he watched Oliver closely recalling the images of their tumultuous night of passion when instinct drove him to make an acquaintance before their former introduction. Oliver appeared to have been affected in that moment as well ignoring Richard's ongoing banter and meeting Ron's heated gaze with one of his own.
"Anyway your new dressing room is across the hall." continued Richard snapping them both back into their shared reality. "Heather is out front of course and if you will follow me to the stage room where all the magic happens you can better familiarize yourself with everything before your first shoot here."
Oliver reluctantly let go of Ron's hand, but the flicker of desire behind his eyes suggested a promise of some sort to see him again before the day was done. Ron watched the two of them disappear toward the back of the agency and entered his own dressing room feeling the onset of his sudden arousal as he was bombarded with the memories of a moaning Oliver Lorenz in the center of his living room the morning after he awoke in his bed following a night of heated and mindless sex. The handsome Oliver had even been kind enough to make him breakfast afterwards.
Ron paced his dressing room before stripping down to his boxer briefs which did little to hide the definite bulge of his rapidly engorged cock as he prepared to go out and gather information about his latest shoot. He took a few moments to gather himself before venturing out barefoot and half dressed to find the current photographer with Corey out for the week due to his trip with Talia to Greece.
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The Photo Room, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Everyone took their places as Ron arrived half naked aside from his gray boxer briefs and stepped into the view of the camera that was to be used for the new photos. He had not known the photographer, but he was confident the work would be sufficient despite missing Corey and Talia for this new project. Richard introduced him to the team working on this new project and which included a newly arrived Oliver Lorenz, whom had been half naked and wearing a pair of black boxer briefs as well. He stood looking over Ron's semi exposed body in secret even going so far as to ogle his impressively massive cock despite the numerous workers around them.
Ron smirked not missing a beat as he took care to flex his body and cause Oliver to turn red before he turned his attention back to the project at hands. There was a handful of newer male models on set and each had been stripped down to their briefs, a favored means of attire for the shoot by request of the incoming director.
The overall theme was something to do with primal urges or instinct as the half naked men would war over a bottle of the latest cologne, which the victor played by Ron would then up on after defeating the rest to get to the top of a pyramid of sorts to acquire the glass bottle in the midst of a wild jungle.
On paper it sounded an ideal means of selling a scent heavily diluted via toilet water but in life it was a bit complicated especially with Oliver playing the opposite role of another primal hopeful attempting to acquire the glass bottle and them doing a bit of battle before he too was dominated by the victor and watched as he subjugated them all after acquiring the cologne.
Ron rolled his eyes at the concept and the overall background as it wasn't in the least what a true jungle would look like but he played along for the cash and the satisfaction of actually asserting his dominance on camera which didn't truly require him to act.
Oliver seemed to fit into his role rather nicely as the camera began the clicking and flashing while the men each got into position. Ron was of course the resident favorite but Oliver despite being a new arrival at the agency was no slouch in the modeling department. He had worked with a few groups over the years and traveled the world due to his career which was short lived for a time when he moved to Southport to be with his younger sister Guinevere, after the passing of their father Leonardo Lorenz, a union dock worker as their mother had tragically fallen ill just after his little sister was born and passed away as a result of it.
Guinevere Lorenz was off to college studying photography of all things and occasionally came back to Southport to be with her "handsome big brother" whom she convinced to be a model in the first place.
Ron took his place as the shoot began posing as instructed via the new photographer and Oliver did the same occasionally glancing over Ron's exposed body as they both did what they got paid to do marvelously playing off one another in the process. The photographer noted the chemistry of sorts between the two of them and decided they were indeed his favorite of the group of men and that "the camera" loved them and their performance.
The final angle was at the top of the pyramid where Ron was seen lightly splattered in fake blood and towering above the last combatant which had been Oliver whom looked to be quite submissive as Ron's body lightly grazed his own. He bit back a moan as he felt the hardness of Ron's larger cock press against his own rapidly aroused appendage as they both took harsh breaths in the wake of the rekindled desire for one another.
Their desire seemed to bring out the primal nature of their photos as the photographer couldn't seem to get enough of them and seemed to almost wanting to see them in a full on kiss despite the work not calling for such a thing.
With the shoot over, Ron left the group and headed back toward his dressing room much to the disappointment of Oliver whom had still been aroused. He focused his attention on the task at hand and eventually made the move toward his own dressing room.
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Oliver's Dressing Room, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Oliver Lorenz made his way back to his newly acquired dressing room. It was an alright place to come and rest between shoots and get ready for his assignments. It had a nice white leather sofa, a black desk with a waiting comfortable office chair a window in which to look out and see the view of the office buildings and the harbor if need be for inspiration or a moment of peace. He made a mental note to make it a bit more accommodating for his individual tastes in the near future, but it was as good as it could get for the time being.
Once he stepped inside and locked the door, Oliver found that he had not been alone as rough calloused hands suddenly wrapped around his lean pale waist and in an instant a hard muscle bound body was pressed against him and soft but firm lips grazed the flesh of his neck as the heated breath of another gently moved along his sooth skin. The intoxicating scent that had captivated him so gave away just whom the rather welcome intruder had been as Oliver briefly let out an involuntary moan feeling the deliberate hardness of a large cock against his soft fabric covered arse.
The result of the sensation and all out desire filling his young body caused his own average sized cock to swell almost to bursting from beneath the soft cotton of his white briefs as the same rough hands that slid along his waist pulled them down and gently but forcefully bent him over against the leather cushions of the white sofa and he didn't bother to put up much resistance as the stranger parted his legs and lined his enormous slick cock up to the thin man's exposed arse and plunged deep inside causing Oliver to cry out in ecstasy as his knees buckled and his smooth pale arse arched into the thickness that it craved.
Oliver continued to moan feeling the cock deeply imbedded into his body as it beat against his insides and pounded into his rather sensitive prostate. It didn't take much for the thin man's cock to spurt involuntarily while his prostate was being pummeled. He clawed at the cushions on the sofa that his chest was heavily pressed against in the wake of the violent pumping that jolted him along the sofa.
There was only one man capable of such ferocious goodness and he knew just whom it had been drilling him into the sofa as if he had not a care in the world. The rabid primal thrusts of one Ron Hemming were all too familiar and welcomed by Oliver Lorenz following their mutual introduction in the world far removed from the confines of Oliver's two bedroom apartment where they initially met and Ron had him howling for hours as he pounded his body into the mattress.
Ron growled biting at the flesh of the moaning man's neck as he pushed his head down into the cushions to keep him silent as he continued pumping his hips into his exposed arse as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air and the scent of their act along with it. Oliver's cock had not stopped spurting as the white thickness of his release oozed along the already white sofa.
The orange glow of Ron's eyes had not been seen by Oliver and it was a good thing as his reaction to the beast of a man having his way with him might have been difficult to contain as his already loud moans certainly were. The scene from the shoot replayed over and over in both their minds as Ron continued to dominate the lesser mortal stuffing him full of his massive cock and driving harder and harder into the whimpering man's prostate each time causing him to convulse and arch his arse into each thrust becoming weaker and weaker as his body jolted along the sofa.
Panting like a rabid animal, Ron continued to have his way with Oliver's body until he had at last reached his end allowing burst after burst of his thick yellow release to fill the thin man causing him to cry out and finally pass out from the sensation as Ron's cock pulsed within him still filling him as it leaked out onto the floor and ran along the backs of his legs. After several moments of catching his breath against the now unconscious thin man's shoulder, Ron kissed his flesh and withdrew leaving the naked mortal with his briefs down his ankles and his body slumped against the sofa as he tucked his still slick and dripping cock back into his own boxer briefs and headed out the door slick via sweat and smelling of sex as he passed a few of the lesser models in the hall.
In Ron's abrupt absence, Oliver Lorenz remained slumped over the sofa with the thick yellow release left behind via Ron's cock leaking out of him and sweat covering his heated body. When he later awoke he realized like most of the women had that were subjected to Ron Hemming's vile ways that the handsome beast of a man been a complete jerk when it came down to it when all things were considered, but he was very much a wonderful lay.