THE RUSSIAN
In search of a new model, I first met with Leo, the bank manager; he contacted me by sending an application and photos. Let’s just say Leo turned out to be one fine candidate. Super comfortable with nudity, great body and his cock stayed rock hard. He’s also super telegenic. I was ready to sign him on the spot, but remembered the last time I signed a dude on the spot without waiting to check out the competition the other guy ended up becoming a megastar.
So how does one approach a guy who belongs to your gym and ask if he’s interested in making excellent money by posing naked and having sex on camera? Oh and not with women, but with hot guys? Believe it or not, it’s not as difficult as it sounds, so long as you’ve got the right personality. If you’re much older than your mark, you might as well not try cause you’ll come off skeevy. Or if you’re insecure about the whole thing, there’s no way you’ll succeed. But if you’re laid-back, good-looking and confident, that’s a big part of bagging a babe, so to speak.
The worst part of this particular situation is having to make contact with Sergei at the gym. Yes, it is pick-up central, and guys do it all the time. But that’s precisely the reason as well. I’m not looking to have sex with him, I wanna shoot him having sex with others – it’s a business traction, not romantical in the least. But I know of no other way I can meet him unless I follow him as he leaves the gym, which is stalking and I’m so not into that.
I arrive at the gym around the time Sergei’s usually there, I don’t see him. I start my work-out and am halfway through my routine when he plops down at the machine next to me. He’s letting his hair grow, something to grab onto, I think. He’s dressed in a tank where the fabric covering the shoulder is maybe one inch across; his gigantic pecs pop out the shirt. The side of the T is cut away, revealing ribs and a trim waist. He’s wearing long nylon shorts – the only reason I’m telling you that is cause today he’s freeballing.
I’m about to start up a convo with him when he leans back on the bench press. His bulge reveals a wonderful cock, dressing left. He benches 220 –impressive – 15 times – almost as impressive. As I change the weights on my bar, he asks would I spot him? Sure. He jumps up to 250 – shit the first one was a warm-up. He powers through his set, then gets up to spot me.
I don’t really need a spotter, but I let him. I lie back, he stands behind me and when I prepare to lift the bar, I can see directly up his shirt, his pec looks like the edge of an overfrosted cupcake, waiting to be licked. Heaven.
As Sergei completes two more sets, which I gladly help him with, I sense a really strong chemistry between us. Not sure why, but it’s there. He’s not looking at me like I am at him, but I feel the electricity, the sexual tension dripping off him. That is something that can’t be taught. Does Leo have this?
I lie on the bench for my last set. I up the weights by 15 pounds, knowing this leap will really push my muscles. I get through five, then six – I wanna do ten reps, but find it really hard until he steps in and helps, and by steps in I mean his one foot bends forward and somehow his shorts are caught on his thigh in such a position when he leans to lift he bar that I have a clear shot up his left leg and spot his luscious scrotum and dick looking right back at me.
Either Sergei doesn’t have a clue or he doesn’t care. The mere glimpse of that is enough to push me through the next four reps, plus two bonus ones. If I get him to sign, he’ll be a top seller.
I finish the set, he thanks me for my help, then moves onto another machine. As I stand, I realize I’m popping wood, I wonder if he noticed. Maybe that’s why he checked out. I also notice he’s picked up the pace a bit. In the time it takes me to complete three reps, he does four. He’s a machine.
Feeling like this is not the right opportunity, I head to do cardio. I’m running for ten minutes, I can’t stop thinking about Sergei – more specifically his crotch. When this happens, it’s a great sign, I wish I knew if I scared him off. I’m so deep in thought I don’t even notice him on the elliptical in front of me.
Sergei displays the perfect ass that the gay guys here all want, even the straight guys check him out, he’s got that great of a bod. I know that his ass deserves to be captured on film cause he’s not wearing anything underneath, nothing to prop it up and give it an artificial shelf. Sergei’s ass is an eye-popper cause it’s all natural.
I stop staring cause I’m starting to show and if I continue running, the rubbing in my shorts combined with the increasing sexual thoughts will lead to me having a jack-off moment right here in the open area of the gym.
I head for the showers, I’m super tempted to rub one out, but decide to holdout for the possibility of hooking up tonight with a hottie. On my way out of the gym, I’m stunned to see Sergei planted at one of the tables. I give him a nod, acknowledging our working out together, figuring that maybe the next time I see him I’ll ask, but he surprises me, waves me over.
Before I can ask him anything about whether he’d like to be in a film — he wants to know if I like Russian food? I’m not sure where he’s going, I’m honest, blurt out I’ve never had it before. He says we should grab some sometime. He hands his phone number to me and shake his hand – his palms are super sweaty – it could’ve been the workout but I suspect it’s really from nerves.
What am I to do now? I wanna get him on screen, ask him to be a model, but now that he’s asked me out, the tables are totally turned. It’s never a good idea to get involved with one of your stars, but sleeping with him once or twice – that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right? I decide that when something or someone falls into your lap, you gotta just go with it.
I can’t stop myself, I’m pre-cumming so much in my shorts on the way home, I skip meeting my friend for lunch, I pull into my garage, dart upstairs to my loft where I shoot all over myself as I think about licking the sweat off that meaty boy’s asshole.
To be continued…
