Into the Spotlight -- Chapter 2
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Back home, Josh was restless. He couldn't get the events of the day out of his mind. His mom's departure, his first job day at the country club, the magazine with the mysterious ad: all this kept going at him.
Nothing like some good dick play to calm down. He striped down in the middle of the living room, sat down on the battered sofa, fired up his old laptop, logged himself into his favorite porn site and scrolled down to the DILF-section. There he clicked on a video with 2 beefy daddies taking advantage of a smooth twink. Josh was rock hard in a few seconds, while he watched their dicks driving deep into the young guy's holes. Precum started to ooze out of his piss slit, and Josh knew that if he started stroking his cock, he would come in seconds. So instead, he lifted his legs onto the coffee table to better gain access to his ass. With precum on his middle finger, he started to play with his hole, caressing it and then slowly inserting a single digit. It felt so good! Feeling more horny than ever, Josh continued to push deeper -- and suddenly came hard like never before, cum shooting out of his dick right into his face.
For a few minutes, Josh laid on the sofa, his sperm drooling down his chin onto his chest. On the laptop screen, the 2 DILFS were still working the boy, finally unloading into him, one into his greedy mouth, the other in his ass, moaning like mad. They made him suck their cocks clean, before giving him a slap and leaving him a mess on the bed. Josh would have given anything to be in his place!
But now was no time for daddy-dreaming, he had things to do, plans to make. First of all, finding out what this ad in the magazine meant. Josh cleaned himself up in the bathroom and, still buck naked, googled the phone number. It was linked to a studio called "Spotlight -- Portraits, Fashion, Events". Other than the address and phone number, there was no other information to be picked here. So Josh finally took his courage into his hands and dialed the number. On the other side, a somewhat gruff voice answered after a few rings.
"Spotlight Photography -- how can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm calling about the ad. The one in the magazine."
"OK, what about it?"
"Well, I wanted to know what kind of models you are looking for -- and for what kind of work?"
"We do mostly fashion shootings for start up-brands, mostly sports- and underwear. And private, commissioned shootings too. But you sound awfully young,how old are you? And above all, what do you look like?"
"I'm 17, I'm in good shape as I am a member of our swimming team. I need to make some money for college next year, that's why I'm calling..."
The guy on the other end of the line chuckled:
"Sure, we all need the money. Your description seems to fit, but at 17, you are still to young to work in front of a camera without parental consent."
" My mom is on vacation, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Maybe she could give her permission once she is back? I really need this job..."
There war a short silence on the line, then the guy answered:
"I'll tell you what: come to our studio tomorrow, late afternoon. We will be doing a fashion shooting here, so you can have a look and see for yourself if it suits you. At what time can you be here?"
"I'm working as a pool boy at the country club, I finish at 6. With my bike, I can be at your place 15 minutes later."
"OK. No need to change, just come in your pool boy attire!"
"Thank you sir, see you tomorrow."
After the call ended, Josh sank back into the sofa. His heart was racing, he couldn't believe how nervous and excited he was about the whole thing!
To be continued
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