Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 09:46:12 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Studio

Usual nifty rules apply.

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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