Sam fiddled with his phone while he waited for John to come out of the bathroom. Sam was a fashion designer and tailor, and John was a model he made clothes for. His and John’s relationship was mostly business, but since John had gotten a lot of clothes from him, there was a rapport that came when somebody became your ‘customer’.
Normally John would come pick his clothes from his shop at Ikorodu. but he (John) needed to be at an event and couldn’t come around the shop to pick his latest commission. He had asked Sam to come over to his place and drop the clothes. Sam had willingly obliged though it was some distance from his shop, but his transport fare had been promised to be paid back.
Sam was attractive in a non-threatening way. He had lots of hair that he was practically obsessed with keeping nice and trim. His face was a bit rugged, but it suited him. He did however wish he was taller so he could at least try modeling.
He had been sitting on a chair in John’s self-contained apartment for about fifteen minutes and was getting restless. He still had a bunch of clothes to finish for a beauty pageant. He had only agreed to stay so he could make sure the clothes fit John nicely. He was just about to call out and ask John if he was a woman that he’d take so long in the bathroom when the bathroom door finally opened and John came out with just his towel.
Sam’s jaw almost dropped to the ground.
He’d always known John was cute. One of those people that deserved to be called a model, with a face like what Sam imagined a don’s would look like; he had never seen John shirtless and never thought his body would be smoking hot. Everything was well-defined without making him look like one of those monsters who overdid their workouts; it was a complete package – six packs, pecs, giant guns and nice taut nipples. Sam wanted to kiss that body and felt his groin move in appreciation. Then his eyes traveled down to the bulge on the white towel tied around John’s waist and he wondered if he had stuck a small cucumber there.
He quickly averted his gaze before he ended up staring too much.
“Thanks for waiting o!” John was saying and he did something that made Sam shift uncomfortably in his seat. In one swift motion he removed his towel and walked over to the dresser where different cosmetic products were arranged, giving Sam full view of a nicely toned ass. Images of the ass getting taut as john rammed into his own ass flashed in Sam’s head, and he had to mentally shake his head and get back to reality.
“…and those event planner people sef have wahala,” John was still talking, apparently oblivious to the effect his body was having on Sam.
He was looking at the mirror as he cleaned his face, and then he took some body lotion and squirted on his palm. Sam watched the milky white liquid as it flowed out and another image flashed in his mind – this time of John’s head thrown back as his hot seed was shot on the model’s naked chest.
“…and that is how one of them has refused to give me my money…” John was still talking. Acting as if being naked in a room with another guy was the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it was, Sam thought. He was a model after all, and Sam knew that sometimes they had to dress in front of others for runway shows.
John was rubbing his body now, slowly and sensually, like some massage solely for the purposes of arousing Sam, and when he went to the bed and placed one leg on it so he could rub it down, giving Sam full view of his cock, Sam didn’t know when a groan escaped from his throat.
John looked up. “Did you say something?”
Sam snapped back to reality again. “Erm…err…no.”
John smiled and continued talking, and this time he took so much longer creaming his body. Sam began to wonder if all this was deliberate. Most models were gay after all, though he recalled John had a girlfriend whom he frequently used as his display picture on BBM; then again, who was to say that meant anything.
Sam was way past horny now and being horny usually emboldened him.
“You’ve got a great body,” he said.
“Thanks, bro,” John said with a small smile. “You know, it’s not easy being a model.”
Sam laughed nervously and said, “You must work out a lot.”
“About three times a week,” John said, nodding.
“And you must give the ladies a real workout,” Sam said, nodding to John’s cock. The thing had to be semi-hard. No cock could be soft and be that big.
“Ladies?” John began to laugh. “They always run away from my little man here. Haven’t fucked in ages, ‘cause my so-called girlfriend keeps giving me stupid excuses anytime I want to get my rocks off. And me, I don taya for my hand. I want pussy.”
“Then go get some,” Sam said.
“Anywhere…” Sam said, and then after a second’s pause, he added, “Even here.”
Then he stood up, heart thudding heavily in his chest, and walked over to John, who had a slightly bemused smile on his face. He grabbed the massive cock, and he could swear he felt it begin to get bigger in size. He looked into John’s eyes, almost daring him to say no to the silent proposition. He began to stroke John’s shaft slowly and it got bigger.
John’s eyes were half closed and he gave a sigh, and tentatively Sam inched his face towards John’s and planted a kiss on his lips. John responded, and next thing, they were kissing passionately while John ground his waist onto Sam’s hand. A low moan escaped from John’s throat and he grabbed Sam’s head forcing it closer for a deeper kiss. Their tongues wrestled, and Sam’s dick throbbed painfully against his tight jeans.
John began to tear at Sam’s clothes, their lips not losing contact, and soon, Sam was in his birthday suit.
John attacked his neck with kisses and soft bites, before going down to playfully suck on his nipples. Sam moaned and he backed away, leading John to his bed. They kissed a little longer, and then Sam began to go down on John. He kissed his neck, then his chest, then his belly. Then he ran his tongue all the way back up to John’s torso till his tongue found one of those delightfully taut nipples, and he bit down gently on it and teased it with his lips and tongue.
John was moaning and pressing down Sam’s head on his chest and grinding his waist against Sam’s groin. Sam worshipped his body, kissing it, nibbling on it, and making John writhe on the bed. Then he went south and ran his tongue up and down the now fully blown up shaft, making precum leak out of John. He licked the tip of the head and tasted the salty precum, then he dove down as much as his throat could allow on the massive cock.
“Oh fuck…fuck…daaamn – fuck,” John moaned as Sam’s head bobbed up and down his cock.
Sam milked it until it was free of precum, and John thrust his hips into Sam’s mouth in rhythm with Sam’s movement.
Sam wasn’t sure how long the blow job went for, but then John said, “Please, can I fuck you… Please lemme fuck you… I’m so fucking horny…”
“What’s the point of all this if I’m not gonna get this up my ass?” Sam said with a coy smile. “Lemme go get a condom in my bag.”
“No condom please,” John panted.
Sam ignored him. He knew John was too far gone and too horny to notice much of a difference if there was rubber involved. He always carried one with him wherever he went, that and a tube of KY lube. A nigga’s gotta be prepared.
He got the condom in record time. John was still as hard as a rock and he tore the pack and rolled down the condom on the massive cock. It was a very tight fit… and it would be a tighter fit around his ass.
Sam applied lube to John’s throbbing dick, and some to his hole and fingered it a bit. John was still lying spread eagle and Sam climbed over him and positioned the cock against his sphincter. He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax. Slowly and steadily, he began to sit on it, gently forcing the giant head into himself. When it finally slipped in, it hurt, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from groaning. His first instinct was to pull it out, but he knew that could make it worse. So he let himself adjust before letting more of John inside him. John stared up at his face, first a little bit worried, and then amazed as though he couldn’t believe that his cock was actually getting into some nice pussy.
Sam began to ride John’s cock. Slowly at first. Up and down. Enjoying the feeling of being filled up. Trying to figure out the best angle so that his sweet spot could be found. John had his eyes closed and his hands on Sam’s ass, guiding it up and down. Soft moans escaped from both their lips.
Then things began to heat up, and John began to slam faster and harder into Sam, and all he could do was throw back his head and let sounds escape from his throat. “Fuck John. Fuck me… yeah… fuck me…”
“Damn… Sam. Your ass… so smooth… hmmm… damn…”
John was slamming pretty hard into Sam now, and was beginning to hit his sweet spot. Sam’s dick throbbed every time the monster cock brushed against it and precum was leaking out of his cock like a slightly open tap.
John grabbed his ass, not-so gently and began to grind into his hole, hitting his sweet spot harshly and causing him to scream, “Oh fuck yeah!”
Sam began to jerk himself off, and John continued his thrusts like a crazed man. His eyes were open now and he looked like an animal. His teeth were bared and he was panting, “You like that – yeah? You like my big fat cock?”
He gave Sam’s ass some spanking, and all this was too much for Sam, who got closer and closer to the edge until he finally tipped over and came. It was like being hit by a tidal wave upon tidal wave of pleasure, and his seed shot out onto John’s chin and face, and he felt his ass clench as he cried out. This seemed to bring John to his climax too, and Sam felt the monster cock in him swell and throb as John’s seed was pumped inside him.
After the orgasm was over, they collapsed against each other, breathing heavily.
When they got their breaths back, John planted a kiss on Sam’s forehead. “Thanks a lot, I needed that,” he said.
Sam couldn’t help but smile on his way home. His ass throbbed a bit painfully, but it was the good kind of pain. There was nothing better than the feeling of taking a risk and getting awesome sex out of it.
Written by James