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This story, like most of my stories on nifty is complete fiction, and like all of my others is devoid of any mention of safe sex. Please don't follow the example of my characters. Wear a condom, I know thay kill the spontaniety of your love making a little, but at least you should live long enough to enjoy it.
This story, just for a change, ha, ha, is a love story, some sex but no nasty stuff. Enjoy
The Studio
The studio looked good. It hadn't really cost me all that much money to set it up but the result was extremely professional. Markus had brought in all his own photographic equipment and was paying me a very acceptable rent. He was quite happy for me to wander in whenever I liked to watch his shoots having emailed me with his programme every day.
The idea for me was that I would watch him in shoots where the models were eye candy and if I wanted their bodies I would chat them up after they were finished. My thinking was that I wanted lots of sex but I only wanted drop dead gorgeous guys and then only for a one off. No long term liaisons for me. Too much bloody trouble was my thought process. All I wanted was a quick fuck from someone who I fancied and then goodbye and I could get on with my life.
I was a very successful business consultant and had made ten million before I was 25 and now made at least five million a year in my 28th year on this planet. A fantastic pad in central London that made my conquests eyes pop out of their heads when they saw it. A private jet, at the moment only a small second hand one, and a yacht in Antibes in the South of France.
Friday afternoon and I was finished early. My intention was to take my jet down to the South of France and spend the weekend sailing. Problem was that I had no one to go with. I could sail my fifty foot yacht by myself but it was no fun without some company, obvious place to look, the studio.
Markus was doing an underwear shoot for one of the top fashion houses. The three boys he was using were absolutely gorgeous, but one of them was beyond normal gorgeous, he took my breath away when I spotted him. He was wearing a tanga and I nearly wet my pants looking at his front, when he turned round I could feel the precum flowing almost instantly. His butt was in full view and I was rampantly hard in seconds, it was to die for. It was the most perfect butt I had ever seen. When he went back in front of the camera his poses wreaked of sexual come on. He could have sold sackcloth at a premium if he wore it, he was unbelievable and I had to have him.
Shoot finished and Markus introduced me to all the boys. Typical models, they were very outgoing, confidant in their ability, totally aware that they were lusted after in mega quantities by almost all females and gay males, except the one I had zeroed in on. I managed to ease him away from the others after they were all dressed and quizzed him, no finesse, I didn't have time. I was at my dominant best and he behaved like a supplicant, not hesitating in any answers.
He was 20 years old, new to modelling and amazingly had no idea how totally gorgeous he was. The best part was that he was very broke, the money from this shoot would pay his rent in some seedy apartment in the East End and not leave much for anything else.
This was going to be the easiest conquest I had ever made.
"What are you doing for the weekend then Nicholas?"
His answer was just what I wanted to hear.
"Nothing really, I'll try some model agencies tomorrow to try to get some more work but other than that I guess it's going to be a dull weekend."
I thought any model agency that turned him down would have to need their heads tested but I didn't tell him that.
"Why don't you delay all that until next week and spend the weekend with me?"
He was very polite.
"That's very kind of you Sir, but I have no money and I need to find work fairly urgently."
"Alright. First off, I'm Sam. Secondly if you have a passport I'll pay you to be my crew on my yacht for the weekend."
He looked suitably impressed and then told me.
"I have a passport Sam, and I do know how to sail a yacht. I'm sorry to sound mercenary but how much would you pay me?"
"No problem, how about 1,000 for the weekend?"
He nearly fainted.
"That's incredibly generous, of course the answer is yes. What do I need to bring with me?"
"Not much, swimwear, shorts, T shirts, something to wear suitable to fly in, we're going down to the south of France to Antibes."
I gave him my address and telephone number, told him to go and pack and be at my pad as soon as he could make it.
I hadn't asked him if he was gay because I thought he would have guessed as soon as I told him how much I was going to pay him. Good thing I didn't make those kind of assumptions in business I would very soon have been broke.
I gave him a quick tour of the apartment when he arrived, to impress him, and then we drove out to Elstree Aerodrome in my Porsche. The Jet was all ready to go, all I had to do was update my flight plan with a departure time and we were away. I loved flying, if I hadn't found my niche in corporate financing I would have become a pilot. Everything I was doing impressed the hell out of Nicholas which of course was what I intended.
Most of the trip I was on auto pilot so it gave me plenty of time to delve further into his life. He was a country boy. Never been to the big city before and was only here because of a downturn in income from his father's small hill farm in Derbyshire. The family couldn't support him anymore and an old school friend had persuaded him that he was handsome enough to do some modelling. Markus had found him by chance in a bar before he had the opportunity to see any model agencies, carried out a bit of coaching on him before using him for the shoot I had witnessed, of course he paid him peanuts for this one, but my guess was that an agency would charge top dollar for him, he was the most stunning young man I had ever seen.
We made it to the yacht by early evening and I realised we would be eating ashore, no time to food shop until the morning. That became a problem. I couldn't be seen in any decent restaurant with Nicholas dressed the way he was, he looked like a country hick in his clothes. Fortunately the shops remained open quite late around the harbour so I dragged him off the boat almost as soon as we had dumped our bags and dressed him top to toe in designer gear. I took him to the unisex beauty salon for a makeover and nearly died when the finished article reappeared. If I thought he was stunning before, it went a hundred fold now. I thought I might go into modelling management part time and just manage Nicholas, I was sure he would earn a fortune. Back to the boat and I started my seduction.
"Sam I can't thank you enough for all this, I'll never be able to repay you."
I laughed, "Of course you will, simply by being with me. Now let's get sorted here, showered and changed and then we can go out to dinner."
He was a little surprised when I took him through to the master suite for changing. I had three cabins, all en-suite but we only used the master one.
"The shower is big enough for two Nicholas so we can shower together. Since I saw you in the tanga at the studio you needn't be shy, I have seen most of you already."
One thing about being a country boy, brought up on a farm he was easy to get out of his clothes, I don't think sex had even entered his head, yet.
We showered together, washing each other's backs and obviously scoping each other out. He looked totally innocent, the scoping was just a normal reaction for him, I could just as easily have been a lamb or new born calf he was inspecting for the first time.
When he looked me in the eyes I took his face in between my two hands and said.
"You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen," and then I leant in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
I don't know how I managed to keep a straight face watching his reaction. First of all he went the colour of beetroot. Then he looked away and tried to look busy finishing washing himself, he was out of the shower then so quickly he almost caused a draft with his departure. By the time I was dried and back in the cabin he was dressed. He wouldn't look at me as I dressed as well so when I was finished I moved in front of him and lifted his chin forcing him to look at me again.
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in the shower Nicholas, but you are beautiful and I want to make love to you."
I could see the shock in his eyes at my statement so I quickly kissed him again before releasing him and saying.
"First though how about we go out to eat."
He just nodded, dumbstruck I guess.
I spoilt him in the restaurant plying him with champagne and good food. He mellowed considerably under the influence of the surroundings and the drink. He became quite animated when we talked about sailing. I told him my plan was to sail along the coast the next day and spend the night in the marina at Nice, sail back again the following day and fly home on Monday morning. Apparently he had done quite a lot of sailing on the lakes in the Lake District but never on the sea.
"I'm pleased Nicholas, this will be a weekend full of new experiences for you."
Little did he realise how new most of the experiences would be. He had never had a girlfriend, had fooled around with a couple of mates, but only mutual wanking sessions and only ever holding his own penis. By the time we got back to the boat he was very relaxed so I thought I might be ok making love to him as long as I took it slowly and was gentle. This would be a first for me, no quick fuck here, I would have to lead him gently into every aspect beyond getting hard together.
"We might as well just use the master suite Nicholas then I can spoil you in bed as well as out."
He just looked, I could see his mind working. I guess he was trying to decide what tack to take. I had flown him to the South of France, bought him new clothes that cost a small fortune in his eyes, entertained him to a sumptuous meal now I obviously intended to use his body, how could he refuse. I was lucky, he didn't. We undressed slowly with him not taking his eyes off me. He got down to his briefs and stopped, so I did the same.
"I've got a spare toothbrush, like to clean your teeth?"
He nodded so I led him into the bathroom and gave him a new toothbrush and paste. When he came out I did the same and found him in bed. I guessed he still had his briefs on but I took mine off and slid in beside him. I had watched him carefully and noted that he took a quick look at my groin. I was well on the way to an erection just thinking about making love to him.
I rolled up on to one elbow as soon as I was in the bed and told him I thought he was the most spectacularly stunning man I had ever seen. I started to gently stroke his torso as I talked to him.
"When we get back to England I think I will try to get you into a modelling school if you would like me to manage you. I'll pay Markus to put together a photo portfolio for you and then I think the sky might be the limit for where you can go as a model."
That was definitely the right thing to say because I had my hand stroking his groin through his briefs and he didn't bat an eyelid. I leant forward and kissed him on the lips moving my hand into his briefs at the same time and stroking his bare cock. He gasped but I just made the kiss more passionate. When I pulled back his eyes were wide open and he looked confused.
"I'm going to slide your briefs off Nicholas so that I can pleasure you without restriction."
He nodded and as I hooked my fingers into his waist band he raised his butt to let me pull them down. Positive move I thought. I had pushed the sheet down so uncovering him with a now erect penis took my breath away. He had a perfect six inch cock with a decent sized ball sac. He was circumcised making the glans the same colour as the rest of him. I leant in and kissed the tip of his cock as I caressed his balls. I looked up at him and the confusion had gone he just looked interested now and more than a little lustful at what I was doing.
"Do you like that Nicholas?"
He blushed and nodded.
I went down on him properly then working on the idea that if I got him seriously aroused I could tackle the remainder of his body with ease. I licked his glans thoroughly, spread his piss slit and tried to poke my tongue into it, then I licked my way down his prong top and bottom before taking his balls in my mouth to swab them while I stroked his cock. A few minutes of this and I started working my way up his body with my tongue while I continued to pleasure his cock and balls. I licked and kissed his nipples until they were as hard as his cock and continued to his neck and then his face before planting an incredibly passionate kiss on his lips. That was it, I had won, he just dissolved then, all the tension went out of him and he laid back, relaxed and content I thought. Back to his groin but this time I spread his legs and got between them. His balls and perineum then took about fifteen minutes of action before pushing his legs back further and giving him a good rimming. I looked up and his eyes were huge, and I'm sure they got even bigger when I slipped the first slicked up finger over his sphincter. I eased it all the way in and he never murmured.
"Do you think you might be gay Nicholas?"
Confusion back.
"I don't think so, but I do like what you are doing, it is very sensuous."
I added two more fingers after a while and then took a tube of lube from the bedside cabinet and lubed my cock and his anus. He could have no doubt what I was going to do and he still never said a word. I watched his eyes and they were full of curiosity.
I have a substantial man rammer and knew I would have to hold him firm when I first went over his sphincter. I saw the pain and the tears.
"Oh Sam, that hurts so much, please take it out."
He was trying to pull away from me but I held his hips firmly and told him to relax.
"I'm sorry Baby, I knew it would hurt, just relax, I won't move until the pain goes away."
He was good, he started to take deep breaths and gradually relaxed. I saw the pain gradually disappear and he whispered.
"That feels amazing Sam."
That was my go signal, I eased into him until I hit the second barrier and stopped again until there was no more pain then I bottomed out. He had nine and half inches of man meat in his arse and he looked contented. Nice, long, slow strokes and I watched him lose it and start cumming. His prostate must have been quite sensitive so I sped up and had a bloody fantastic orgasm of my own. I fell forward, rolled sideways but kept myself embedded in his arse.
I watched him rejoin me and I was in trouble. The look he gave me shrieked of adoration.
"Oh Sam, that was incredible, I've never felt anything like that in my life."
I kissed him on the nose which twitched and he giggled, yeah this farm boy actually giggled like a little girl.
"That tickles Sam, please kiss me properly."
So, I did. I also made love to him again, and again. It was dawn by the time we slept and very late by the time we stirred again. Nice was out so we just went for a day sail returning to Antibes late afternoon. This boy was an absolute joy to be with. He was enthusiastic and so pleased when I let him helm. I watched him nearly all day wondering at his beauty and his sheer joy of living.
When we docked again I made us a jug of Brandy Alexander's which we demolished before getting ready to go out again for dinner. It was wonderful being able to pamper him in the shower and for the first time he played with my cock, very quickly making me cum.
We sat drinking coffee in the cockpit when we returned on board after dinner and I asked him what he would like to do tomorrow.
"Do you have to bring the yacht back here tomorrow night Sam, could we extend by a day so that we can go to Nice and return on Monday?"
I had nothing pressing and the thought of another day and a night with him was very attractive.
More loving when we got below and he went to the next stage with me, giving me a quite adequate blowjob.
Nice was very much a repeat of Antibes and then it was back to base and we flew home Tuesday.
I had never allowed a trick to live in with me, always showing them the door the next morning but Nicholas was different. I wanted him with me all the time. It did take me about a month to admit to myself that I had fallen in love with my little farm boy but when I did the love was returned.
As soon as we got back to London I talked to Markus and we got Nicholas into a modelling school and produced a portfolio for him which Markus touted round some of the agencies. I very quickly had to employ a professional to manage him properly and was soon seeing his picture on advertising hoardings and in magazines advertising almost everything. He was earning a very acceptable amount of money after about six months. I asked him if he wanted to have his own apartment then. He looked quite sad as he talked to me.
"Do you want me to go then Sam. Fed up with me now?"
I laughed.
"Are you kidding, I love you and want you with me forever but you are a successful model now, I've served my purpose, I thought you might want to be independent."
"I am independent Sam, thanks to you, and I want to stay here with you, I love you as well."
No argument from me. Besides our love for one another we complimented each other anywhere we went. I went with him to parties and other functions organised by his manager and he accompanied me to business dinners and the like. We went to shows and concerts together and everything worked for us. He was introduced as my protégé in Business Company and I was introduced as his lover in modelling company. I looked very distinguished when I dressed up and Nicholas looked just incredible all the time. I'm sure I picked up more business because my clients just wanted to look at Nicholas and he picked up more modelling because fashion bosses saw in me a steadying influence so no prima donna tantrums from Nicholas.
I just kept falling more and more in love and so, fortunately, did Nicholas.
I formed my own consultancy after our first year together and bought a new jet, this time with a crew so I didn't fly it all the time, particularly when I had business associates with me. Amazing how much more business the consultancy got when I could fly the principals down to the South of France and spoil them on the yacht with a drop dead gorgeous crew who actually knew how to sail. Quite a few supposedly straight men patently lusted after Nicholas when they saw him in shorts and polos crewing me.
I never appear to be without him even when he is away shooting because his image stairs at me from so many posters showing clothes from many top houses. The swimwear and underwear hoardings almost make me run off the road looking at them. I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming that he is mine.
I never expected anything other than one night stands from the studio so Nicholas was a complete shock to my system. Markus did some Mickey taking because I stopped going in to his shoots and he knew Nicholas lived with me. He became more successful because he photographed a lot of Nicholas's work so all three of us had benefited from my lust.
Life was good and while I had Nicholas I couldn't see that changing.
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