Playboyz

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Its your boy Ryan, back with another story that I wanted to do because I was bored.

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PLAYBOYZ

"Conrad Taylor?"

"Uhm...yeah, that would be me."

"Come on, in you get. We don't have all day."

"Sorry for being late. I wasn't sure if these were the right offices. I mean, for what happens in here, right? It looks...well..."

"It looks...?"

"You know, well, normal."

"And what would the offices of a male, gay escort agency, that also films and produces gay pornography, look like exactly, Mr Taylor?"

Ahhh, got him good there. All these straight boys looking for a quick buck. They think its all about tossing your clothes off, a few tugs at your todger and cumming your guts out, and just like THAT...you get paid millions. Not quite so around here, that's for damn sure. But of course, Conrad Taylor didn't know that. Yet.

"So, before we get busy with...what we do here, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure! I need the money like really bad and I'm desperate. My wife can't work because she had an operation in giving birth to our boy, Daniel, and that's why I thought...well, I have this friend, see. He is also working here, Kris T? Of course you do, he's always talking about the agency."

I wanted to smile. Of course I knew Kris T. It was me that had instructed him to find some new, sexy, handsome...hung...talent. I didn't quite realize that he was friends with such a hunk, like the one sitting before me.

"Okay, Mr Taylor..."

"Conrad, please."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

"Firstly, you do realise this is a gay escort agency? The dates you will be going on, the movies you will be making, the people you will be encountering, they are all men, and you will be indulging in homosexual behaviour. In short, Conrad. You will be fucking guys. Kissing guys. Men."

The typical slow swallow was evident before the answer came. It was always the case with straight blokes.

"I...uhm...yeah man. If that's the only way, that's the way it has to be."

Just a TAD of the previously seen bravado was gone. The hunk was uncomfortable and visably so.

"Secondly, have you ever had any sexual experience with another male?"

I knew the answer before he said it. He was positively shitting himself.

"No. Never. Don't get me wrong! I have loads of gay friends and I don't have a problem with it. Love is love, right? If you don't wanna...you know...fuck a pussy, you suck a dick, right? Can I say that? Sorry. I'm just nervous."

"Say whatever you want, Conrad, it doesn't bother me. Now, I need to make sure you're what our client base would want. What they would desire. So, would you mind removing your shirt?"

...AND there it was. The doubt was now really settling in. I could actually hear all the voices inside his head telling him to run for the hills. Lemme see. I know exactly how to manipulate this bad boy.

"If I like what I see, Conrad, you could be earning money as soon as this weekend."

He was up in a flash, slowly reaching out and removing the t-shirt he was wearing. I was impressed, let's make that clear! The guy clearly looked after himself and worked out. He was stunning. A wonderful golden brown upper chest, moving down to his nipples, erecting upwards because of the sudden cold air thrust upon the poor morsels. His torso didn't disappoint either. Whilst not rock hard, he had pectorals, defined and clear for any man and woman to appreciate. The classic VPL wasn't a disaster either. You couldn't have drawn a better picture of the perfect male speciment, even if your name was Vincent van bloody Gogh. Conrad Taylor was a beautiful human being.

But why would I tell him that? And make it easy for the fucker? Hell no. Not until I had my own fun.

"Okay, I see...that could do..." I said in my most "I'm bored" voice tone. Conrad's face fell a few meters. Oh...did he think because I was a gay twenty-six year old gay business man running an escort agency, that I would immediately fall to my feet and worship his body?

Well, yeah I fucking wanted to. Can't give the bloke a big head though. No pun intended. I needed to make HIM WANT this. That's the only way a straight man would ever become one of my PlayBoyz. Conrad looked almost like his favourite dog had died bedore I decided to take things a little further.

"Conrad, your upper body is satisfactory. Now..."

"Hey, I'll let you know that I worked damn hard to get my abs like this!" He said, suddenly angry and, if I had to guess, full of frustration right now. His pride was hurt. Seen it a million times. Who was a gay man to think his body was just...okay? Again...what is it with these straight people?

"...don't ever interrupt me again. Now, for obvious reasons, seeing your torso isn't quite enough. I'm sure Kris T told you what comes next, right?"

Conrad blinked and looked down at the floor. It was clean enough for him to probably see his own face in. He swallowed a few times, and I heard him whisper...

"...for the baby. For Daniel."

He stood upwards into his full length capacity, taller than me by a country mile. His hands shook as it reached the buckle of his belt. He didn't wanna do this. Surely he was gonna turn around and fuck off any moment now...wrong. He snapped his belt loose and removed it from his jeans. He slowly, decisively, determinedly, unzipped his flies. He then unbuttoned his jeans fully, and slowly, carefully, as if he was in a sudden trance, he allowed it to sink to his ankles, and finally, he climbed out of them completely, to stand before me in nothing but his boxer shorts. The cheap kind. This man was desperate for money.

His legs was a work of art and had clearly recieved just as much work in the gym as his torso and biceps did. A light dust of brown hair was scattered across the golden brown skin. Light and fluffy. You just knew you wanted to run your fingers through it after this man had fucked you silly. I felt my own cock stiffen just a tad. If Conrad realises how much he turned me on, the challenge of getting him as desperate as possible, for this seemingly straight man to do gay porn, will be null in void. He'll know that he had a hold over me as far as his looks were concerned. There is no way I can lose control over my agents. My precious PlayBoyz.

The poor guy was in his boxers. He knew which request was coming next. I pointed out the obvious.

"That has to go aswell. Company policy. Last chance to chicken out, Conrad, but remember...you came to us for work. And I can give it to you. But I have to see my entire product before I can sell it. Okay?"

Man, I was good.

Conrad suddenly had a fiery look inside his eyes. Was he thinking about his wife? Their little boy? The fact that he couldn't find work? The fact that he could be earning for his family as soon as the weekend? What makes a straight bloke take his clothes off before a perfect stranger? A lot of answers to that question, there was. Right then, I didn't give a fuck. I wanted to see this beautiful blonde man naked and I wanted it NOW. He reached towards his boxers. An idea snapped inside my head.

"Wait. Allow me."

He looked at me like a frightened little mouse.

"You...you mean.. ?"

"Yes Conrad. Allow me."

I walked over to him from behind my desk. I placed my hands on his hips. I looked him right in the eyes. He was scared. Terrified. Slowly, I lifted my left hand upwards and placed it on his shoulder. My eyes never left his. I started to slowly caress his flesh, the strong muscle rippling underneath the bone.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"Yeah. I'm sweet as," he whispered back.

With my left hand being on his shoulder, calming him down, my rest decended downwards to my prized target. His cock was still soft. He hissed as I touched him. He was a big boy. Even soft.

"Let's do this," I said before I started massaging Conrad's shoulder and dick at the same time. The latter started to sigh with...probably...finally getting some sexual relief from another man. I was starting to get more than just a little boned up, with the sexy, rough Conrad before me, getting turned on by a faggot touching him. I grinned slyly and leaned in towards Conrad's neck, where I roughly placed a series of kisses. The wannabe Playboy subject moaned. Immediately I could feel the latter's body stiffen and shudder at the same time.

I went in for the kill and kissed Conrad's neck again, this time allowing my lips to linger on his collarbone. I knew by now, knew Conrad could feel my warm breath against his skin. He felt my need. I felt his. I smiled...

Conrad finally got some movement in his body and he looked up at me defiantly. He grabbed me and pulled me into a strong hold, his arms possessively around the body of his potential future boss. Determination if EVER I have EVER seen it. This time HE leaned in and attacked MY neck with a deep desperate need before he pounced on my horny face as our two sets of lips met in a passionate, angry, almost needy mouth swap of liquids. I took the time to caress my hands all over Conrad's upper chest and stomach muscles, feeling and wanting those ripples of flesh.

Conrad in turn never allowed my lips to leave his own as two horny tongues almost flew into the other's mouth. I ran my fingers through Conrad's light blonde hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer as our wet and luscious tongues continued to duel for supremacy.

But Conrad was way too horny for just this. He started to grind the lower half of his body into the smaller frame of myself, eliciting monstrosity moaning from me. God. He wasn't a hunk, he was god damned animal!! I then decided that play time was over, and finally, like a hungry lion cub, took hold of Conrad's, by now, steel hard straight cock yet again.

My weakness. A cock dripping with pre cum. There was no other option. No will to stop. I looked him straight in the eyes. Then, slowly, sunk to my knees. The phallus looked huge. At least 17cm by my count. And boy, I had a lot in my time. This hunk wanted to become one of my PlayBoyz? Let him come!

"FUUUUCK..." Conrad moaned, thrusting his head backwards, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, so wonderfully overwhelming it felt to have his dick back inside a warm mouth after his wife's pregnancy. A warm...wet...male...mouth.

As for me personally, I couldn't get enough of the straight man's hard and manly cock as I kept sucking faster, more urgent, wanting that juicy nectar within. Like a real whore (don't tell Conrad) I reached upwards and roughly spread out my fingers over his ripped torso and stomach. Good god it felt so good. Being so intimate with another man...nothing quite comes close.

Conrad sighed and his chest heaved as he looked down and saw me enjoying his red hard meat. This was gay man sucking him off and he couldn't give a flying FUCK! The juices elicting from his wide open piss slit tasted like a pure combination of pineapple and milk. I was in heaven...feeling up his, no doubt, full spermy balls, I thoroughly enjoyed the texture of that steel hard organ underneath my experienced tongue. I urgently licked and sucked at his cock head, penetrating the savvy piss slit, tasting the delicious young pre juices that seemed to just POUR out of Conrad's pulsing prick.

His balls. His manhood. They smelled both soapy AND musky at the same time. I decided that I wanted more and reached underneath the penis to play with his baby makers, taking both into one hand, gently stimulating the two testicals, wanting them to release their torrent of goodness.

Conrad's chest and heart rate was starting to quicken with alarming force and sheer desire, as he tried his best to pro long his orgasm. His dick felt like it was enveloped inside a velvet woolen coat, caressed and enjoyed to the max. Mr Taylor's balls, which pumped out enough sperm to create a baby boy nine months ago, couldn't keep up this kind of torture and the before mentioned, I literally felt felt the beautiful man's cock jumping and getting hotter with every suction.

Horny to the max, I GLIDED my tongue over the red blooded organ. Conrad, seemingly forgetting who was giving him a blowjob, grabbed the top of my head and pumped his hips like the horny slut he really was. He felt that familiar tingling sensation inside his balls, he shoved his crotch against my desperately thirsty mouth. Oh fuck yeah.. He was in balls deep.

"Ohhhhh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck...mate...gonna cum...gonna cum fast...."

I moaned desperately as his balls couldn't hold it anymore. He blasted his sweet, virile, young, white protein makers directly into my slutty mouth. This twenty-six year old gay man writing this, drank like he was at a beer fest. Slippery...creamy...thick straight boy sperm. This was the fucking life.

I savoured and swallowed for the final time, licking my lips to fully savour the taste. The test was finally over. The sexy Conrad Taylor had passed with flying colours. After the thick substance that was his cream had finally gone down my gullet, I decided to stand up, regain the control and grabbed Conrad, and layed another rough, manly, tongue lashing on his by now, raw, red dry lips.

As I released him, I gave his cock a final few squeezes, and allowed some residue and left over sperm onto my fingers. I smeared it over my arms likembody lotion. The white, thick sunstance stood out on my skin like sun cream.

"Did I do okay?" He whispered. His chest was still heaving. Bless. I do give good blow jobs.

"You did good. Welcome to PlayBoyz," I answered, winking at him playfully. He got dressed slowly and securely. Once he was as clothed as he came in, he lingered for a while. Oh no. Was he about to back out on me? After I fucking blew him and everything?

"Sir..."

"Call me Ryan, all the PlayBoyz do."

He laughed nervously, and still didn't look directly at me.

"I never...I mean...That kiss...it was...wow, I mean..."

"Your first job is this weekend. Call me tomorrow so we can meet up. Yeah?"

Conrad smiled again, this time making eye contact.

"I'll do that," he said before grinning again. Before he left, he turned to look at me again.

"Thanks."

For the job or the blowjob? I sat down behind my desk and looked at the next candidate I had scheduled for the following day. Nineteen year old collage drop out. Maybe, if he too passed my test, I could set him up with Conrad for a porn vid.

Who knows?

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