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He was the hottest male model in the world right now, twenty five years old and single. Loving life, enjoying his youth with all the money he was making from walking the runways. Frankie Lewis was born to Cherokee descendants so he was dark brown all over, black eyes and the most perfect man legs to ever walk in the USA. He stood six foot tall on a large frame, smooth all over except for his silky medium length brown hair. “Sex on legs” all the models and mangers said. He had a touch of feminine qualities about his gorgeous face. Perfect full lips, high cheekbones and full eyelashes along with a killer smile. His uncut package showed off so well in that underwear he modeled. Soft he was four inches, when hard he was nine and his balls were average. All the models were jealous of him but desired him. All the mangers knew he was a money maker and they wanted to work with him. He however, was oblivious to all the fuss over him, he was shy and did not see what others saw. As a matter of fact he was a gay virgin, still waiting for “The One”. He decided to take his career in his own hands. Do something so out of the box that people in the modeling field would notice and be speechless about. He left the photo shoot, drove home in his Jaguar and pulled into his private parking place in a high-rise in New York City. Frankie made his way to the top floor penthouse suite, he owned the building. He removed his jacket, tie and slipped off his shoes as he walked to the bar. He made himself a strong gin and tonic as he started the jazz music with one flick of his finger. He sat and drank as he scribbled notes to himself about his next step in his modeling career. No man had ever modeled for Victoria’s Secret in woman’s lingerie and he believed he should be the first. In hiding he loved to dress in their silk gowns and panties they were so soft, sensual. He decided to place the call first thing in the morning, he knew the C.E.O. of the company and knew he could get in to see him. Frankie drank and wrote a sells speech for his idea to present to his friend and C.E.O., Tom Daniels. He suddenly longed to share his ideas with a partner, a special man of his own. He was lonely and horny and craved male affection. He did not know that half way across town a man, a Photographer for Victoria’s Secret was feeling the exact same way as he was and he was a man virgin too. His name was Lance Summers, thirty years old. He was very good at his work and very highly paid. He owned his high-rise and lived on the top floor alone like Frankie. He was very different in looks, brown curly hair down his back and bright blue eyes and was very hairy all over. His handsome manly squared face wore a neatly trimmed bread as well as a mustache. His chest, arms and legs were covered in brown fur. He stood six feet five inches and was a gym rat, big veiny muscles all over his large frame. All the female models wanted that extra-large package he could never seem hide. Lance was indeed horse hung, his cut cock was nine inches soft and eleven hard. The ladies pined for him not knowing he was gay. The next morning on the way to the home isvecbahis office of Victoria’s Secret, both Lance and Frankie felt some kind of magic in the air. They were first aware of each other on the crowded elevator, Frankie notice this hairy guy in faded skintight blue jeans with a huge package, hair pulled back in a ponytail and the biggest brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. He was struggling with camera equipment and grumbling under his breath about the elevator stopping on every floor obviously late for a photo shoot. Lance smelt him before he saw his stunning face, o my God he thought!!! I need to take his photograph, he has the perfect face and body. When the doors opened for Lance’s floor he bumped into him on purpose for a smell and a touch. “Excuse me kind Sir,” he apologized smiling at him sexy – like with a wink. “No problem,” Frankie said as he held the door open for him and winked back, flashed his killer smile. Frankie made his way to the top floor and the receptions desk where he introduced himself and asked to see Tom Daniels. He took a seat and waited for his friend to walk out. “Frankie my man! Where have you been hiding?” They gave each other a man hug. “I been around Tom, you look great! Got a sells pitch for you, got time for a cup of coffee?” Tom laughed. “Gina, heading out for about an hour, please hold down the fort. Where to Buddy, cafeteria or coffee shop around the corner?” They picked the coffee shop, ordered and picked a table. “Spill the idea Frankie.” Tom laughed. Frankie went into his businesses mode laying out his plan in full details and waited while Tom mulled it over. “Love the idea and I know the perfect Photographer for the shoot, best man we have. His name is Lance Summers all the ladies love him. Does brilliant work and I am sure he would love to work with you,” Tom said. Frankie was thrilled that Tom was so open to his ideas and excited about the possibilities for this partnership between them. Both men’s days came to an end and they found their selves alone with drinks and jazz music playing lost in their thoughts. They were thinking of that unforgettable man on the elevator this morning not knowing they were each thinking of the other. Later that night when Lance was getting ready for bed he got a call from the boss, “Speak,” Lance said when he answered the phone. “Evening Lance, Tom here. Have a special project for you, one-on-one runway at 10 am tomorrow,” he said. Lance groaned, one-on-one meant more work for him. “Location?” He asked. “Home offices, 9th floor room 2012. I think you’ll be pleased with the model,” he laughed knowing no one knew he was gay, he would only be pleased if it was a man. “Any special shot you want Tom?” Lance asked. “Run with it Buddy, you always do me proud,” he said knowing Lance’s eye was perfect and he knew his work very well. “Will do Tom night,” Lance said hanging up the phone. Both men met again on the elevator, Lance knew his smell and stood close to him enjoying the aroma. Frankie thought it was uncanny running into this man again, the one he had dreamed of last night. His dream had been full of hot isveçbahis giriş sex and thinking of it now made his cock thicken. That was not wasted on Lance. He saw his state of arousal and held back a moan, God he could only dream he was gay. He was one fine looking man, perfect for modeling. Lance wondered what he looked like naked, the “Bing” of the elevator brought both men out of their daze and they were surprised as they exited on the same floor. Shocked as they walked to the same door and Frankie held it open for Lance to enter first. “I see your hands are full, please allow me,” he said flashing that killer smile. They parted ways at that point, Frankie to the changing rooms and Lance to set up lights and cameras. He wondered which Diva Bitch he would be working with today as he finished the set-up and put the music on a loop to play over and over. He headed to the coffee machine, poured a cup and waited with his Nikon around his neck. His thoughts went back to the guy that walked in the back dressing area. Who was he, was he a models brother? Did he work here, he had never seen him around before yesterday? Why did he smell so good, why do I seem infatuated with him? Why is he constantly on my mind, could he be gay? He was lost in a sea of his own questions and did not see Frankie walk out dressed in a white silk half sleep shirt and white silk thong bikini panties. He started the music and slipped behind the entrance curtain of the runway. Lance was startled from his thoughts by the sound of the music and positioned himself at the end of the runway his camera off his neck, held at the ready. He called out “Let’s go doll, all ready.” Frankie loved runway and gave his all for camera, knowing the elevator guy was the photographer only made him give his very best show. He walked out proud and tall all man, killer smile and face glowing. Lance never missed a beat, his camera could not work fast enough or his fingers. Damn, he was perfect and so much sexier than those ladies. “That’s it Baby, swing those hips, yes much better. Now turn and look back at me, yes hot ass Baby. Yes to me now, closer, turn and bend,” Lance moaned out loudly in lust now and Frankie laughed. “Yes smile like that Baby, yes perfect. Laugh some more yes, mess up that hair Baby. Umm, so hot yes,” he said pushing him on give more. This went on until Lance was out of film and he called a break. They walked in different directions, Lance toward his equipment to reload his cameras and Frankie to the fans to cool off. As he reloaded, Lance glanced at his subject in the wind of the fans and snapped 4 quick shots. They meet back up at the coffee machine both grabbing the same water bottle, the hair rising shocks they both received from the touch were clearly felt and neither moved. They locked eyes and both smiled at the other. “My name is Lance Summers nice to meet you,” Frankie tightened his hand over Lance’s on the bottle. “My name is Frankie Lewis, very nice to meet you. Very nice indeed,” Frankie raised the water bottle with Lance’s hand under his and twisted off the cap, took a long swig and licked his isveçbahis yeni giriş lips seductively and released the bottle along with Lance’s hand. Lance’s cock when full hard and he gulped trying to use his bigger head, the one with the mind inside to think of what to say. Their eyes still locked in the stare, Lance raised the bottle and licked the opening to taste Frankie’s spit. He drank and moaned “So much sweeter with our taste there Frankie,” Lance said while sitting the bottle down. He suddenly grabbed Frankie in his big strong muscle arms and pulled him close. “I need to taste your sweetness at the source Baby,” he pressed their lips together to greater shocks and they both moaned and when their tongues met, both men’s knees buckled. They crumbled to the floor locked together, mouths, arms and legs. They were making out intensely when they heard a voice. “So happy you two are into each other, I knew you two were the perfect fit.” Tom said laughing at their shocked faces. Both Frankie and Lance stood trying successively to hide their erections. “I came in too soon, carry on men,” he turned and left locking the door. Frankie panicked at being caught with another man, he was so sure he had hid being gay but now Tom seemed to know. Of course he knew he had caught them dead to rights. They had been locked together, humping away on each other and slobbering on each other’s faces. Frankie ran away to the dressing room so ashamed of being gay, my career is over he thought as he slammed the door and snatched off the lingerie. He dressed quickly needing to get the hell out of there and back home for mind dulling drinks. Lance stood there at a loss for words, thinking what the hell just happened. I had the man of my dreams in my arms and now he ran away from me? Frankie walked briskly out of the dressing room headed for the door and the elevator. Lance grabbed his arm as he passed “Wait Frankie don’t go. Stay please,” Lance asked. He turned slowly toward Lance “Sorry Lance, I allowed myself to get carried away with you and that has probably cost me my career. I need to go.” Lance released his arm in defeat but Frankie made no move to leave. “Gather your things and come with me Lance, to my home for drinks please?” Frankie said flashing that killer smile. Lance did not need to be asked twice, he gathered his cameras and was ready lickety split. They walked out to that extraordinary elevator that had defined their destiny, two virgin men together in lust, feeling that this was meant to be somehow. They had both sampled the famine side with no fulfillment, both men knew only another man would satisfy that deep longing need. They entered the elevator and Frankie grasped Lance’s hand. “Follow me home, we are going to drink too much for you to drive. You’ll spend the night in the guest room. Okay?” Frankie asked hopefully. His heart fluttering and his cock going rock hard at the possibilities for another kiss, another touch but he needed to be the aggressor. Lance had always been the pursuer, not the prey. He stopped the elevator, dropped his gear and pushed Frankie against the wall of the elevator. “No, Frankie you will ride home with me and you will spend the weekend with me. In my bed beside me nude,” he commanded. Lance then laid a toe curling kiss on Frankie, slurping his lips, tongue down his throat as they both moaned Umm.