The morning began as usual for Luke– brimming with hope and determination. However, today felt different. There was something in the air, almost tangible. Luke knew instinctively that today would change everything, either for better or worse. As he made his way to another day of classes, his heart raced, his palms sweaty. This feeling, however, was quickly replaced by excitement when he focused on the fact that there was going to be a local fashion photography and modeling event happening tonight and that he was going to attend.
Luke had been trying his best to kick off a career in modeling. At twenty years old, he was the campus hottie. Practically everyone that crossed paths with him would describe him as the hottest guy they had ever seen. Despite this, he had trouble starting up a modeling career. He had been trying for months to get noticed by talent agents, photographers and brands through posting on social media, but he could not catch a break, until now. By chance, a friend who knew about Luke's modeling aspirations told him that the events venue his parents ran was catering to a Photography and Modeling workshop + showcase on Friday Night, and that his father was able to pull some strings and get Luke in. Well today was Friday, and he was going to make the most of this opportunity.
Luke arrived early at the venue in his best pair of slacks that showed off his plump yet tight ass and a black mesh/fishnet polo that showed off his lean physique; his washboard abs and firm pecs, which he gained from his efforts on the University's Swim Team and the gym, visible through his top. He was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to impress potential clients and showcase his skills and good looks. However, despite being the hottest guy in a room full of models, he was not being asked to participate in any of the workshops and showcases.
Feeling frustrated, he head to the restroom to splash some cold water on his face, passing a small group of models standing near the restroom. On his way out, he heard some of the models talking about him and the lack of attention he was getting. They mentioned that no matter how attractive he was, he wasn't going to get anywhere without having the right connections. It dawned on Luke that since he was only able to get in the event through his friend's dad, he had no real connections here, and that he would have to actively work on creating some. To make himself more visible, Luke strategically positioned himself near the entrance where most people walked through.
Just then, he spotted a man who appeared to be organizing a photo shoot. He was middle-aged, around fifty-five Luke guessed, and was terribly obese and ugly. He looked like a greasy scumbag that would take advantage of anyone he could. Luke did not like to judge people based on their looks, but this guy just instantly gave off that vibe. Luke looked around, trying to find if there was some indication of who this man was. He eventually saw the signage near the entrance showing a picture of the man, captioned: Richard Miller - Senior Photographer and Talent Scout at Elite Models Management. Luke knew if there was anyone here that could help him kick off his modeling career, it would be this Richard Miller.
Introducing himself, Luke expressed interest in participating in one such session, hoping it might help further establish his portfolio. The man looked him up and down, appraising his good looks. Aside from the spectacular ass and body shown off by his outfit, Luke had the most attractive face Richard had ever laid his eyes on. Sexy, handsome and cute all at the same time, with flawless fair skin, perfectly styled blond hair and the coolest blue eyes. It wasn't long before he nodded at Luke in approval. "Alright, kid," he said, eyeing Luke appreciatively. "We could use someone like you." Ecstatic yet cautious due to the predatory aura he was getting from Richard, Luke happily obliged. Little did he know what lay ahead.
As they worked together throughout the evening, Richard seemed to grow increasingly infatuated with Luke's striking physique and captivating presence. At the end of the event, Richard invited Luke over to his apartment for another photoshoot. He said that Luke had been a wonderful subject and that he would like to continue shooting him, free of charge, and that Luke could use photos for his portfolio, and all without the pressure of all those people in the event around. He said this would make Luke's work even better than it already was. Luke was hesitant to take Richard up on this offer.
The guy looked like a scumbag and he wasn't naive, he knew what these kinds of men often wanted from aspiring models like himself. But he couldn't turn down this opportunity after working so hard to catch a break. He told himself that if Richard propositioned him with something he was uncomfortable with, he would just say no. And with that, he agreed to head over with Richard to his apartment.
It started out like any other photoshoot. The lack of an audience and the wine Richard served helped Luke relax, which really made his poses and his facial expressions much better than back at the event. Things were going great and Luke began to think the night would turn out perfectly until Richard started to get a little handsy. It started with him putting his hands on Luke, to put him in the poses he wanted for the photos. There didn't seem to be anything out of the norm with the photographer guiding his model into different poses. However, after a few shots, Luke noticed that Richard's hands would linger on his body longer and longer, and his touch becoming more firm each time. It was obvious to Luke that Richard was feeling him up, but it wasn't too bad and he let him continue to do so.
Things got a little more uncomfortable when Richard suggested they move to the bedroom and Luke strip down to his underwear so they could take some shots on the bed as practice for underwear brands and so he would have some underwear shots for his portfolio. Stripping down to his underwear was one thing. That would obviously be something he would be doing a lot as a model...but in Richard's bedroom?!
Luke thanked him for the offer but politely declined. However, Richard insisted, saying that Luke's primary work as a model would more than likely be with underwear brands given his amazing physique, and these were among the highest paying jobs, so he might as well get those kinds of photos for his portfolio while he has the chance. Richard was right, and Luke knew it. He may have been a fat old sleazebag, but he was a skilled and well-respected photographer based on the quick web search Luke did during the car ride over to Richard's place.
As much as he was creeped and grossed out by the situation he was in, he wasn't in a place to turn down Richard. Luke all but gulped his glass of wine to help calm his nerves. Was this his fourth or his fifth that night? He wasn't sure anymore, but whatever helped him get through this.
After half an hour of photo talking, and touching Luke under the guise of positioning him for poses, Richard put down his camera and started caressing Luke unabashedly. Despite his initial repulsion towards Richard’s lewd advances, Luke found himself succumbing to the temptation of getting a jumpstart for his modeling career. The desire in each of them was undeniable; one fueled by lust and the other fueled by ambition. With a yet another bottle of wine shared among them, the lines between professionalism and boundaries had become dangerously blurred.
Richard took off his shirt, revealing a flabby, greasy, obese body which made Luke gag a bit. He did his best not to make it apparent that he was repulsed by the older man. He leaned in closer, running his calloused fingers across Luke's smooth skin, squeezing his pecs. The tiniest of moans escaped Luke's mouth, born from the surprise and the pleasure of having his pecs played with. The passion and desire in Richard's touch grew stronger with every caress and shivers went down Luke's spine until he felt Richard's lips press on his. He let Richard peck on his lips, but kept them firm and closed.
A few seconds in, the kiss became more aggressive. Richard began forcing Luke's mouth open with his tongue until the young stud finally relented and let him in. There was a hunger in Richard that Luke had never experienced before. He was bisexual and had been with both girls and guys (although he could count the number of guys he'd been with in one hand). He was the hottest guy on campus, so he had a lot of sex. It practically came crawling to his doorstep. Yet he had never felt anyone want and desire him as much as Richard did at this moment.
Richard was devouring his mouth with such gusto and passion that Luke inadvertently found himself reciprocating the sleazy old man's kiss, even sucking on the fat, rigid tongue that kept snaking its way into his mouth. To his surprise, Luke realized his cock was rock hard and had gathered a small amount of precum at the tip.
He immediately felt guilt and shame. How the fuck did he have a hard on...did he leak precum...from kissing this fat old scumbag that was clearly using his position to take advantage of him? Why was he now kissing Richard with as much passion as Richard was kissing him? These thoughts and more all started racing in his head and he just about had the mind to push Richard off and make a run for it when he felt the old man's hand grip his cock, and he immediately froze.
Richard had felt the hesitation in Luke at that moment. He realized what Luke must have been thinking. He's bed a good number of aspiring young models in his time so he could recognize when the shame of what was happening hit them. He could recognize when the shame of realizing they enjoyed it hit them. And he knew how to keep them hooked. Taking the precum that had leaked out, he began stroking Luke's shaft up and down. Firmly at first, then more gently and loosely, then firm and strong again, while still maintaining their passionate kissing.
Luke was bewildered. The constant change in pressure on his dick along with the mouth ravaging his own began to make him feel the lust building up inside him, and he found himself moaning into the older man's mouth.
The wine and the pleasure he was receiving made short work of his inhibitions and self-control. So when Richard put his hands on Luke's head and nudged it downwards, Luke went with it.