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I had spent the morning doing some modelling for Leticia, an artist friend of mine. I’d been her model a few times already, which was something I enjoyed, as she was a really interesting person, and sexy with it. She’d offered to pay me but I really didn’t want to accept money, so somehow it was agreed that I could have sex with her as payment in kind. I’m pleased to say that she didn’t seem averse to the idea at all.
The end of the session had arrived and she suggested I came into the house to inspect her latest work. I was still naked as she led me into the house and into a room with a few paintings. “Well, here it is,” she said removing the sheet that was covering it. It was unbelievable. It was a young guy standing up leaning against a wall, with long blond wavy hair, a beautiful face, really quite feminine-looking, and a sleek, fit body with long legs. He had two big gold nipple rings, which really looked very sexy. But the most amazing thing was his penis. I had never seen such an enormous piece of equipment. The painting captured all the finest details: the veins which ran down the length of it, the well cut, big protruding head. The rim must have stood out a quarter of an inch from the shaft. It was incredible! And it was thick as well as long. It must have measured about 8 inches, in a flaccid state! Luckily he was tall, so it didn’t look out of proportion!
“Do you like this one? One of my favorites.”
“Amazing! Who is he?” I thought he looked a little familiar, but had no idea from where. After all, it was a painting, not a photo. “Did you take artistic license and exaggerate the size of his penis?”
“Not at all. He’s gay, which is just as well. I couldn’t imagine having that thing in me. No way! He told me it was 27.5 centimeters erect.” Wow, that was just over 10.5 inches, almost 11!
“He’d probably stretch you a bit.” I couldn’t think of anything better to say.
“I had to buy more paint just to do his cock! Anyway, he’s a great dancer, exotic stuff, mainly for gays, although a lot of women love him.”
“I’ll bet,” I said admiringly.
“In fact, he’s performing tonight at a club in Cannes. Why don’t we go along and see him, and we can met him after the show.” It sounded like a fine idea.
*
I picked Leticia up around nine that evening and we headed east along the coast to Cannes. “You’ll like the place. It’s a pretty eclectic crowd. Gay, straight, lesbian, bi, you name it. You can dance, they put on performances, dancing and so on. It’s fun. I already phoned in to book a nice table.”
After grabbing some dinner, we went to the club. We were greeted at the door by a couple. The guy was in great physical shape, neither a hair on his body, nor on his head. He wore black military-style boots, a black leather thong, which contained his genitals, studded leather cuffs around the wrists, and something similar around the neck. He had beautiful pectorals. “Hi, Leti, nice to see you again. I’m Omar,” he said to me offering his hand, “and this is Natalie. We’re the managers here. Welcome.”
Natalie was a sexy girl indeed. She was dressed in similar fashion to Omar, the only difference being that she wore what could loosely be described as a bra, but each side made up of three chains, so that her smallish breasts and pierced nipples were entirely visible. Her hair was very short and dyed blond. She also looked very fit with thick muscular thighs and well defined biceps. She was definitely into fitness.
“Follow me,” she said. Her erect nipples seemed to point the way. She sat us down at the edge of the dance floor, so that we could have a clear view of the stage when the acts were on. She wished us a pleasant evening and took her leave.
After a few seconds a young man dressed like Omar came over to take our orders. He was a slim boy of about twenty-two with an impressive bulge in his thong. We both ordered whisky with ice and water. As he left us, I asked Leti if she had noticed his bulge. She had. “Yes, but I really can’t take them big. Yours is just about the right size.” This made me feel good, as I had developed bit of a complex lately, as my two friends, Adrian and George had nine and ten+ inchers respectively. They were now enjoying great success in the porn business because of their impressive dimensions. I should have had no need to worry really, as I had been getting a lot of sex lately with multiple partners, but my prospects of progressing in the industry were limited by my average size, although I had been told by many that it was nice shape.
After Leti and I had danced a while, there was some entertainment. There was a girl stripper who was pretty good. She was followed by a couple of male strippers who were appreciated by gay and straight alike. There was a belly dance by a Moroccan girl calling herself Leila, but not the sort you’d normally see. She got completely naked. It was amazingly sexy, and I felt pretty hard below. After her act, a voice came over the p.a. system announcing another belly dance, except this time it was to be performed by a man. “Let’s hear it for Vincent Vincette.” There were whoops and whistles from the audience as the music volume was raised.
He was wearing similar attire to Leila. He had on heavy necklaces, was bare-chested and had large rings dangling from his nipples. He was wearing a white transparent skirt through which you could see a thong covering his genitals. He danced really gracefully and definitely had the edge over Leila for elegance and natural dance ability. The audience was really captivated, and when he dropped the skirt revealing himself with just his thong on, there were gasps from the audience as they saw the massive bulge. He gyrated sexily rubbing his hand invitingly over it and mouthing to the audience, “Do you want to see it?”
Leti looked at me smiling and winked. I think she could I see was turned on. He put his skirt back on and many groaned in disappointment. Vincent winked as he reached under the skirt and pulled out the thong and threw it to the back of the stage. He gyrated his hips and the audience cheered as his huge member was visible through the thin material. He then turned round, leaned forward, legs apart, moving his behind invitingly to the audience. Down came the skirt revealing a beautiful and muscular backside. There were gasps as you could see his gaping butthole, his dangling balls and penis reaching way down his long legs. When he turned round, the place went wild as they saw a massive cock waving in the air to the beat of the music. He then moved right to the edge of the stage and did the splits leaving his package hanging over the side as he waved his arms like a ballerina. His cock had been well oiled and glistened under the lights. He also had a ring through where he had a piercing just under the head. He then got up and went over to a chaise longue and moved around suggestively on it, stroking his cock and blowing kisses to the audience. He then sucked it, which almost brought the house down. By this point I had a serious hard-on. When his act came to an end and as he left the stage, there were huge cheers from the audience.
While all that was going on, I had a feeling I knew him but couldn’t work out from where.
Leti looked at me with a cheeky smile and out of the blue gave my cock a little squeeze. “Wow, you enjoyed that didn’t you?” I was at a loss for words. Just at that moment Omar walked past. “Omar!” she said touching his arm, “Can you ask Vincent if we can come backstage to say hallo. It’s OK, he knows me.”
Omar came back saying that Vincent would be delighted to see us in the dressing-room in about five minutes. “It’ll be nice to see him again.”
We went backstage where there were people moving around in various stages of dress and undress. Leti knocked on Vincent’s door. “Hi, Darling!” she said theatrically, “how great to see you!” They hugged each other. “Vincent, Peter; Peter, Vincent.” He was wearing a thin robe completely open at the front. He looked impressive up on the stage but here up close he was even more so.
He sat down on a chair, Leti next to him, while took one just opposite them. His package hung down almost halfway to the floor. If he’d had a regular sized cock, his balls would have hung well below its tip. He had a ring through the skin on the underside of the head and a bar through the skin at the top where the shaft meets the navel. His cock was till shiny. It was magnificent and definitely the envy of any male. Leti took it in her hand, “I bet you’ve never seen anything like this before,” she said, lifting it up and flicking the ring. “Looks like pure gold!” He nodded that it was. He opened his robe a little more. He’d removed his nipple rings and had replaced them with bars with diamonds on each end. He must be making money hand over fist.
“Well, Vincent, I know Peter loved your show. In fact, I think he was quite moved,” said Leti with sly grin. I was really embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. Fortunately Vincent interjected, “I think I know you from somewhere.”
“Me too!”
“Yes! I know. We were at the same school.”
“Right, of course.”
Now I remembered. He was about two years younger than me, which would put him at about twenty-eight, and I recalled his acting the part of Helen of Troy in the school play. He was amazingly sexy, and those with gay tendencies were greatly moved by him, and those who didn’t know they had any discovered them.
“Well, I’ll let you boys catch up. I’m going back to watch the next show. When you’re ready, Peter, come back to the table. Bye, Darling,” she said, and kissed Vincent on the lips.
* * *
We hadn’t seen each other for about ten years, and, anyway, we didn’t know each other very well at school. He told me that after finishing university, he studied dance. He soon realized that the combination of his dancing ability, beautiful looks and a massive cock could lead to great things. He became a stripper and made a fortune working the private party circuit, as well as performing in gay porn movies. In fact, he had just bought a house between Nice and Cannes. Not a cheap area.
He took off his robe and sat in front of me completely naked. “I’m going to have a quick shower, as I have a private party after this. Can you hang around a while?” I certainly could.
He stood up in front of me, his cock about a meter in front of my face. I felt an urge to grab it, but managed to refrain. It was huge even in a flaccid state. My imagination was running wild, as images of it erect ran through my mind. He was well cut, so that the rim of the head stood out. The shaft was pretty smooth and thick with some protruding veins, and it still glistened from the oil he’d put on for his act. It was mightily impressive.
He was pretty tall and his body was athletic, not bulky, but with great muscle tone and definition. Not a drop of fat on him. He had been waxed all over and was well tanned, which contrasted with his long wavy blond hair. I reckoned his hair would have been envied by a lot of women.
“I’m going to get in the shower, but we can keep talking.”
“Sure.”
“What are you doing these days?”
I explained how I was working for Nadine, who was well-known in the adult entertainment industry. She was very well educated and intelligent, and saw great opportunities in the industry. She started as a performer and then started her own women-run company which made movies: straight, gay, lesbian, and she owned swingers’ clubs and a couple of restaurants and a cabaret club, similar to the one where we were at this moment.
“Well, what do you do in the company?” he asked.
“Well, I am Nadine’s assistant. I do anything that needs doing, admin stuff, dealing with English-speaking markets. I also perform in porno films. She’s bi-sexual, but is more into women, but when she occasionally wants some cock, I supply it. She also gets me to escort and service her female friends. Not a bad job really!”
“Wow! Do you only take care of the women?” he asked, sticking his head out from behind the curtain.
“Yes. Well, so far, anyway,” I said hesitantly. I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I think he detected I might be open to the idea. He turned off the water, brushed himself down and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and dried his front. “Can you dry my back?” he asked. I moved the towel down his back and then onto the buttocks. “Ooh, that feels good!”
He placed his legs slightly apart and I sat down to do the backs of his legs. I could see his low hanging testicles. They were something. I ran the towel along his crack and into the crotch. “Sorry,” I said as the towel knocked his balls.
“No problem!”
I dried the backs of his legs. Then he turned round and placed is hands on my shoulders. His cock must have been about six inches from my face. I really wanted to kiss it or lick it, or something. “You’ve got nice strong shoulders. You must train a lot, as you look pretty strong.” I think his cock had swollen a little. “In fact, I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you’re a really sexy guy. I’d really like you to suck me off here and now, but in my next show I have to jerk off and the more sperm I blow out the better they like it. I get more tips,” he laughed.
I really wanted to suck his cock and play with his balls. “Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow morning and we can train together. I have a pretty well stocked gym in my basement, and my personal trainer will be there, and after that we can hang out by my pool. What do you say?” he asked.
“Sounds a great idea.” He gave me his card with his address on it. “Would 11.00 be OK?”
* *
After the show, I took Leti home. The time spent with Vincent ran round my head. I felt as horny and fired up as hell. I screwed her mercilessly, ejaculating powerfully three times in a row. “Wow, we must do it again some time!” she said. She wasn’t complaining.
What would tomorrow bring?
PS. If you like this story, let me know, and I’ll tell you all about what happened at Vincent’s place.
The end of the session had arrived and she suggested I came into the house to inspect her latest work. I was still naked as she led me into the house and into a room with a few paintings. “Well, here it is,” she said removing the sheet that was covering it. It was unbelievable. It was a young guy standing up leaning against a wall, with long blond wavy hair, a beautiful face, really quite feminine-looking, and a sleek, fit body with long legs. He had two big gold nipple rings, which really looked very sexy. But the most amazing thing was his penis. I had never seen such an enormous piece of equipment. The painting captured all the finest details: the veins which ran down the length of it, the well cut, big protruding head. The rim must have stood out a quarter of an inch from the shaft. It was incredible! And it was thick as well as long. It must have measured about 8 inches, in a flaccid state! Luckily he was tall, so it didn’t look out of proportion!
“Do you like this one? One of my favorites.”
“Amazing! Who is he?” I thought he looked a little familiar, but had no idea from where. After all, it was a painting, not a photo. “Did you take artistic license and exaggerate the size of his penis?”
“Not at all. He’s gay, which is just as well. I couldn’t imagine having that thing in me. No way! He told me it was 27.5 centimeters erect.” Wow, that was just over 10.5 inches, almost 11!
“He’d probably stretch you a bit.” I couldn’t think of anything better to say.
“I had to buy more paint just to do his cock! Anyway, he’s a great dancer, exotic stuff, mainly for gays, although a lot of women love him.”
“I’ll bet,” I said admiringly.
“In fact, he’s performing tonight at a club in Cannes. Why don’t we go along and see him, and we can met him after the show.” It sounded like a fine idea.
*
I picked Leticia up around nine that evening and we headed east along the coast to Cannes. “You’ll like the place. It’s a pretty eclectic crowd. Gay, straight, lesbian, bi, you name it. You can dance, they put on performances, dancing and so on. It’s fun. I already phoned in to book a nice table.”
After grabbing some dinner, we went to the club. We were greeted at the door by a couple. The guy was in great physical shape, neither a hair on his body, nor on his head. He wore black military-style boots, a black leather thong, which contained his genitals, studded leather cuffs around the wrists, and something similar around the neck. He had beautiful pectorals. “Hi, Leti, nice to see you again. I’m Omar,” he said to me offering his hand, “and this is Natalie. We’re the managers here. Welcome.”
Natalie was a sexy girl indeed. She was dressed in similar fashion to Omar, the only difference being that she wore what could loosely be described as a bra, but each side made up of three chains, so that her smallish breasts and pierced nipples were entirely visible. Her hair was very short and dyed blond. She also looked very fit with thick muscular thighs and well defined biceps. She was definitely into fitness.
“Follow me,” she said. Her erect nipples seemed to point the way. She sat us down at the edge of the dance floor, so that we could have a clear view of the stage when the acts were on. She wished us a pleasant evening and took her leave.
After a few seconds a young man dressed like Omar came over to take our orders. He was a slim boy of about twenty-two with an impressive bulge in his thong. We both ordered whisky with ice and water. As he left us, I asked Leti if she had noticed his bulge. She had. “Yes, but I really can’t take them big. Yours is just about the right size.” This made me feel good, as I had developed bit of a complex lately, as my two friends, Adrian and George had nine and ten+ inchers respectively. They were now enjoying great success in the porn business because of their impressive dimensions. I should have had no need to worry really, as I had been getting a lot of sex lately with multiple partners, but my prospects of progressing in the industry were limited by my average size, although I had been told by many that it was nice shape.
After Leti and I had danced a while, there was some entertainment. There was a girl stripper who was pretty good. She was followed by a couple of male strippers who were appreciated by gay and straight alike. There was a belly dance by a Moroccan girl calling herself Leila, but not the sort you’d normally see. She got completely naked. It was amazingly sexy, and I felt pretty hard below. After her act, a voice came over the p.a. system announcing another belly dance, except this time it was to be performed by a man. “Let’s hear it for Vincent Vincette.” There were whoops and whistles from the audience as the music volume was raised.
He was wearing similar attire to Leila. He had on heavy necklaces, was bare-chested and had large rings dangling from his nipples. He was wearing a white transparent skirt through which you could see a thong covering his genitals. He danced really gracefully and definitely had the edge over Leila for elegance and natural dance ability. The audience was really captivated, and when he dropped the skirt revealing himself with just his thong on, there were gasps from the audience as they saw the massive bulge. He gyrated sexily rubbing his hand invitingly over it and mouthing to the audience, “Do you want to see it?”
Leti looked at me smiling and winked. I think she could I see was turned on. He put his skirt back on and many groaned in disappointment. Vincent winked as he reached under the skirt and pulled out the thong and threw it to the back of the stage. He gyrated his hips and the audience cheered as his huge member was visible through the thin material. He then turned round, leaned forward, legs apart, moving his behind invitingly to the audience. Down came the skirt revealing a beautiful and muscular backside. There were gasps as you could see his gaping butthole, his dangling balls and penis reaching way down his long legs. When he turned round, the place went wild as they saw a massive cock waving in the air to the beat of the music. He then moved right to the edge of the stage and did the splits leaving his package hanging over the side as he waved his arms like a ballerina. His cock had been well oiled and glistened under the lights. He also had a ring through where he had a piercing just under the head. He then got up and went over to a chaise longue and moved around suggestively on it, stroking his cock and blowing kisses to the audience. He then sucked it, which almost brought the house down. By this point I had a serious hard-on. When his act came to an end and as he left the stage, there were huge cheers from the audience.
While all that was going on, I had a feeling I knew him but couldn’t work out from where.
Leti looked at me with a cheeky smile and out of the blue gave my cock a little squeeze. “Wow, you enjoyed that didn’t you?” I was at a loss for words. Just at that moment Omar walked past. “Omar!” she said touching his arm, “Can you ask Vincent if we can come backstage to say hallo. It’s OK, he knows me.”
Omar came back saying that Vincent would be delighted to see us in the dressing-room in about five minutes. “It’ll be nice to see him again.”
We went backstage where there were people moving around in various stages of dress and undress. Leti knocked on Vincent’s door. “Hi, Darling!” she said theatrically, “how great to see you!” They hugged each other. “Vincent, Peter; Peter, Vincent.” He was wearing a thin robe completely open at the front. He looked impressive up on the stage but here up close he was even more so.
He sat down on a chair, Leti next to him, while took one just opposite them. His package hung down almost halfway to the floor. If he’d had a regular sized cock, his balls would have hung well below its tip. He had a ring through the skin on the underside of the head and a bar through the skin at the top where the shaft meets the navel. His cock was till shiny. It was magnificent and definitely the envy of any male. Leti took it in her hand, “I bet you’ve never seen anything like this before,” she said, lifting it up and flicking the ring. “Looks like pure gold!” He nodded that it was. He opened his robe a little more. He’d removed his nipple rings and had replaced them with bars with diamonds on each end. He must be making money hand over fist.
“Well, Vincent, I know Peter loved your show. In fact, I think he was quite moved,” said Leti with sly grin. I was really embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. Fortunately Vincent interjected, “I think I know you from somewhere.”
“Me too!”
“Yes! I know. We were at the same school.”
“Right, of course.”
Now I remembered. He was about two years younger than me, which would put him at about twenty-eight, and I recalled his acting the part of Helen of Troy in the school play. He was amazingly sexy, and those with gay tendencies were greatly moved by him, and those who didn’t know they had any discovered them.
“Well, I’ll let you boys catch up. I’m going back to watch the next show. When you’re ready, Peter, come back to the table. Bye, Darling,” she said, and kissed Vincent on the lips.
* * *
We hadn’t seen each other for about ten years, and, anyway, we didn’t know each other very well at school. He told me that after finishing university, he studied dance. He soon realized that the combination of his dancing ability, beautiful looks and a massive cock could lead to great things. He became a stripper and made a fortune working the private party circuit, as well as performing in gay porn movies. In fact, he had just bought a house between Nice and Cannes. Not a cheap area.
He took off his robe and sat in front of me completely naked. “I’m going to have a quick shower, as I have a private party after this. Can you hang around a while?” I certainly could.
He stood up in front of me, his cock about a meter in front of my face. I felt an urge to grab it, but managed to refrain. It was huge even in a flaccid state. My imagination was running wild, as images of it erect ran through my mind. He was well cut, so that the rim of the head stood out. The shaft was pretty smooth and thick with some protruding veins, and it still glistened from the oil he’d put on for his act. It was mightily impressive.
He was pretty tall and his body was athletic, not bulky, but with great muscle tone and definition. Not a drop of fat on him. He had been waxed all over and was well tanned, which contrasted with his long wavy blond hair. I reckoned his hair would have been envied by a lot of women.
“I’m going to get in the shower, but we can keep talking.”
“Sure.”
“What are you doing these days?”
I explained how I was working for Nadine, who was well-known in the adult entertainment industry. She was very well educated and intelligent, and saw great opportunities in the industry. She started as a performer and then started her own women-run company which made movies: straight, gay, lesbian, and she owned swingers’ clubs and a couple of restaurants and a cabaret club, similar to the one where we were at this moment.
“Well, what do you do in the company?” he asked.
“Well, I am Nadine’s assistant. I do anything that needs doing, admin stuff, dealing with English-speaking markets. I also perform in porno films. She’s bi-sexual, but is more into women, but when she occasionally wants some cock, I supply it. She also gets me to escort and service her female friends. Not a bad job really!”
“Wow! Do you only take care of the women?” he asked, sticking his head out from behind the curtain.
“Yes. Well, so far, anyway,” I said hesitantly. I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I think he detected I might be open to the idea. He turned off the water, brushed himself down and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and dried his front. “Can you dry my back?” he asked. I moved the towel down his back and then onto the buttocks. “Ooh, that feels good!”
He placed his legs slightly apart and I sat down to do the backs of his legs. I could see his low hanging testicles. They were something. I ran the towel along his crack and into the crotch. “Sorry,” I said as the towel knocked his balls.
“No problem!”
I dried the backs of his legs. Then he turned round and placed is hands on my shoulders. His cock must have been about six inches from my face. I really wanted to kiss it or lick it, or something. “You’ve got nice strong shoulders. You must train a lot, as you look pretty strong.” I think his cock had swollen a little. “In fact, I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you’re a really sexy guy. I’d really like you to suck me off here and now, but in my next show I have to jerk off and the more sperm I blow out the better they like it. I get more tips,” he laughed.
I really wanted to suck his cock and play with his balls. “Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow morning and we can train together. I have a pretty well stocked gym in my basement, and my personal trainer will be there, and after that we can hang out by my pool. What do you say?” he asked.
“Sounds a great idea.” He gave me his card with his address on it. “Would 11.00 be OK?”
* *
After the show, I took Leti home. The time spent with Vincent ran round my head. I felt as horny and fired up as hell. I screwed her mercilessly, ejaculating powerfully three times in a row. “Wow, we must do it again some time!” she said. She wasn’t complaining.
What would tomorrow bring?
PS. If you like this story, let me know, and I’ll tell you all about what happened at Vincent’s place.
Becky
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