Hey, this is my fourth story. I enjoyed writing it a while ago, so decided to clean it up and publish it. Leave a comment if you enjoy it.
MancUK
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Intake week was the reason why I'd started my modelling agency in the first place. What middle aged gay guy wouldn't want to be surrounded by the hottest young guys, all desperate to start their modelling career? It's a very shallow industry, that only values physical perfection, but there was good money to be earned for all involved.
There are very few supermodels in this world, and they are almost exclusively female. A guy's modelling career is notoriously short lived, maybe a few years at best. From my point of view this was perfect, as I was always looking for a fresh intake of stunningly beautiful guys, attached to slim athletic young bodies. Although I didn't get to fuck them all, I did get to see them all naked. I know some would say the industry takes advantage of hot young guys. But I don't agree, they are the ones looking to make money from just their looks, and the sex is an open secret.
Anyway, finally the morning was almost done, which was a relief. It was a tiresome process, working through the never ending list of hopefuls. I let my team do most of the early legwork, only stepping in when a particularly attractive guy caught my eye. The field had been whittled down to just the cream of the crop. A scattering of guys still left in the room, each and every one of them a ten out of ten.
I scanned the room, my eyes quickly settling on Jack, sat talking to his mother, arms wildly flailing, as he animated whatever point he was making. His boyish exuberance shining through, giving him a unique charm, clearly thrilled and excited to be here. At six foot tall, he had the height of a man and was of eighteen years. He had light brown hair, cut shorter on the sides, with long flowing locks heaped on the top. Whoever had cut it knew exactly what they were doing, it was high maintenance, gorgeous, a runway stylist's dream. I personally liked short hair on a guy, especially if he was sporty, but it left no options for a stylist in the modelling industry. Hair aside, he was a handsome boy, obviously, or else he wouldn't still be in this room. With intense blue eyes, smooth golden tanned skin, no hint of a beard and pert full lips. I had no doubt those lips would look great wrapped around my cock.
His youth radiated through and gave him a sweet innocent look, that set my desire racing every time I looked at him. He didn't have as much muscle as some of the other guys, but he went to the gym and did do a lot of swimming, which he'd been so keen to point out to me earlier. In his desire to impress me, Jack had even lifted his t-shirt to flash me his lean tanned six pack, keen that I know that he had a fit body. Obviously I kept everything professional, especially with his mother Vanessa sat right next to him, but I admit I did enjoy the flash of his smooth tanned abs and lean narrow waist, so fucking sexy.
Vanessa doted on Jack's every word. Clearly her gorgeous son was the apple of her eye. I wondered if she realised that he was gay? I think not, to be honest, I wasn't entirely sure even Jack was a hundred percent aware that he was gay. It was the little touches to his appearance, the glances and mannerisms that gave it away, to someone of my experience. Well, if I got my way, and I usually did, he certainly wouldn't be in any doubt after today. Given his young age and obvious naivety, I doubted if he was experienced sexually. So I might struggle to get him to bottom for me, but I saw no reason why he couldn't do a good job with those lips wrapped around my cock.
As I continued to observe him, Jack looked at me, catching my gaze on him. I winked at him, causing him to flash me the most gorgeous smile, as he innocently returned my gaze, before shyly dropping his eyes, breaking eye contact.
Although both mother and son were immaculately clean and well presented, they were obviously short of cash. I mean, who wears a t-shirt to a modelling audition? Everyone here was looking to impress. I was use to seeing people's finest, most expensive clothes.
I moved to the end of the room and turned to face the remaining guys, those that had made the cut. All eyes were on me now, the room silent, waiting for me to speak. Finally I could get to the fun part with these hot guys. I flashed my best smile and began the bullshit.
"Hey guys, I'd like to start off by thanking you for coming to the audition today and to congratulate you on getting this far."
As I spoke, I continued to scan the fit young guys before me, until I spotted Matthew. He was sitting relaxed in the corner, he looked directly back at me, with the same bold almost challenging look he'd given me earlier. He radiated confidence, maintaining direct eye contact. He had clearly come from the local sports college.
"So that's the easy bit over with, now we find out if you've got what it takes to make it in the modelling business."
Matthew was twenty one, with jet black hair, styled into short loose curls on the top, tapering shorter on the sides, as was the current style. It looked hot, but a bit short for modelling, I'd have to tell him to grow it out. Pretty brown eyes, with an almost pixie nose and full red pouting lips, rounded out a handsome, masculine face. Everything about him screamed hot, mischief and sex. He had a light healthy tan and smooth unblemished skin that almost glowed. He literally radiated sex appeal.
An all round sports buff, the classic college gym rat, who finally understood he wasn't going to make it as a professional athlete, that there was no money in personal training, and had realised that his beautifully sculpted body, coupled with handsome good looks, was perfect for modelling. He had chosen to wear tight fitting jeans, which emphasised his lean, powerful, muscular thighs and ass, and a plain white shirt, with sleeves rolled up high to show off his developed arms. The shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, to the point where I honestly wondered why he'd even bothered to do up any of the buttons. As it was, the open shirt wasn't leaving much to the imagination. His smooth lightly tanned chest was fully on display, a cute pendant hanging between his well developed pecs. I could almost see his nipples, but not quite.
I continued, "Firstly, you need to be comfortable with your own body. So I'm now going to call each of you, in turn, for some test photos."
Once Matthew had realised that I was the one running the show, he'd wasted no time hitting me with his most devastating smile. I'd bet everything I own, that he employed that smile every time he went out on the town to pull. And I'd guess, he rarely ended up in bed alone.
"You need to understand that this is a busy industry, on a catwalk you'll have seconds to change clothes and get ready. Designers think of you as nothing more than a walking manakin. They expect you to be tall, slim, athletic, and they don't want anything that might affect the look and feel of their collections. In simple terms, that means no jewellery, little to no body hair, and often no underwear. So if you're not comfortable being stripped naked in front of a bunch of strangers, then this career isn't for you."
Matthew continued to maintain direct eye contact as I spoke, clearly unphased by the prospect of nudity. That didn't surprise me at all, while we had talked earlier, he had played with his open shirt, in a not very subtle attempt to show off his almost naked torso. And once he'd realised that his efforts had caught my attention, he quickly dropped into the conversation that he was bi.
"For those of you that branch out into artistic modelling, the same still applies. The artist has chosen to hire you because of your looks, your face and body. Expect to be showing any and all parts of your body. You may get paint applied to your body, or tricks with shadows to protect your modest. But, just as likely your bare cock will be fully and prominently on display."
I paused at this point, letting this all sink in, my eyes drifting round the room. None of the guys looked unhappy, a few were nodding in acceptance. Great, I had a room full of fit young guys, all comfortable with stripping nude, which was precisely what I was planning to do to each of them.
My eyes returned to Jack, I was dying to see what he looked like nude, he looked so young and fresh. I really hoped his cock wouldn't disappoint. He looked comfortable and relaxed, again flashing me a smile as our gaze met, undoubtedly keen to reassure me that he was fine with me seeing his naked teen body, perfect. I didn't think there was much, if any risk of him bailing on the audition. I decided to see him second or third, I didn't want his mother to know just how keen I was to see her son naked. If he had a nice cock, I promised myself I'd suck him off.
As I watched, Vanessa put her hand on to Jack's leg, reassuring her son that she was there to support him. I also intended to lay my hands on her fit, innocent looking, eighteen year old son's legs. Although, when I did it, he wouldn't have jeans on, or underwear for that matter.
"Guys, I want you to be clear. In my experience paint, oil and bronzer is applied by hand to a model's body, normally by a lecherous old gay, who will get very handsy," I smiled knowingly.
The guys chuckled briefly.
"So if that sounds like something you'd not be comfortable with, know that there are thousands of model wannabes, competing for your place, that are comfortable with it."
I paused again, to let that sink in. I thought it only fair that they know up front, what they'd chosen.
"Right, we are moving on to the test photos now, where each of you will be called in turn for a quick photo shoot in the room behind me. This will include nude, full body shots. We'll take a short break first, note that it will be a very short break, while you all decide if this is still the industry for you. For those that stay, we resume in five, get used to moving fast, there is never enough time in the modelling game."
I let my gaze wander round the room, this was always one of my favourite parts of the day, letting the anticipation build. Inspecting the stunning guys before me and imagining what their nude bodies would look like, knowing that over the next few hours, I'd ask each of them to strip and get to see how their actual bodies compared to my imagination. And for some of the younger guys, my eyes flicked back to Jack, this could be the first time that they'd be completely naked in front of another fully grown man.
Matthew had again managed to snare my gaze, eyes locked to mine. I'd come across many guys like him. He clearly knew how hot he was and used that to get what he wanted in life. Well he clearly wanted money, and I didn't think I'd have any trouble making him rich. Clients would love his look. Of course he wasn't going to get a free pass, I didn't mind making him rich, but he'd have to ride my dick first. From what I'd seen so far, he was a pragmatic guy, I knew the type well. Once he saw the prize on offer, I doubted he'd have any problems with spreading his legs for me. I made up my mind to fuck him later this evening.
My eyes flipped back to Jack, I intended to fuck him as well, but that was going to take more work. He was clearly inexperienced, possibly even a virgin. He might resist my advances, if he was still struggling under the belief that he was straight.
Five minutes later we started, no-one had left. First guy up was Alex, nineteen years old, slim build, dark brown hair, short on the sides, sporting a side parting, slightly longer and styled on top. A very modern twist on the old classic short back and sides. Clean shaven, high cheek bones, strong jawline, lush lips, slightly parted in a permanent pout, and gorgeous eyes. The perfect pretty frat boy, a look that Abercrombie and Fitch had been using for years.
