A Study in Foreplay
Copyright© 2013 by PocketRocket
Chapter 1: Snow in My Sandals
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Snow in My Sandals - Jason was a surfer with the dream job. He had women and sex, but no discipline. That changed.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Ma/mt Consensual Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Rough
The car shows had been going smoothly until we hit Syracuse. Charlie had gone back to La Jolla, leaving CJ (Charles Jr.) in charge. Yeah, I thought it was funny too. At least I did until CJ dropped the ball.
Charlie had only made modeling arrangements one city in advance. When he left, CJ did not make any new arrangements. He left us without any bikini girls. A car show without bikinis is like a surfboard without waves: functional but it gets no action. In desperation, we had a contest.
We went to the college hangouts and posted announcements:
MODEL TRYOUTS
Four Days Immediate Work
References
Professional Portfolio Shoot
It worked like a dream. We got six very hot girls, eager to work for a quarter of what we were prepared to pay agency models. After the show, five of the fashion shoots went smoothly. The portfolio would give each girl a solid introduction to any modeling agency in the country. That was enough for most.
Then there was Gina. She was a 20-something college senior and high-priced call girl. Her portfolio was not intended for Madison Avenue. Shoots were for 30 minutes. After 10 minutes of watching her undress for the camera, I was ready for a cold shower, and Justin was waiting for me.
He blew me in the hotel elevator. When we reached my room, Justin had a tube of K-Y in his hand. It was my cherry. Little Jay had never corn-holed anyone before, but in the next six weeks, the little guy did it 30 times at least. In Cleveland, Justin had the room next to mine. That night I reamed him out. In the morning, he returned the compliment. Since he did not stay the night, the wake-up blow job was a complete surprise.
It became a pattern and then a game. I never gave Justin a key, but he was always inside my door for his bedtime ass-reaming. He would go to his room and I would go to sleep, sooner or later, depending on my company and what time she (they) left. In the morning he would give me my wake up. I changed rooms, set alarm clocks, and requested wake-up calls, in an attempt to be awake before his lips locked on to my little buddy. I only managed it twice, except for Sundays, when Justin went to mass.
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