1 - Wake Up Call
Isadore Ashton
The morning that my whole life changed started with waking up in bed with an underwear model. Which meant I was already winning at life.
The fact that Calvin Clarke was also my best friend of five years and frequent coworker didn’t diminish the achievement. When we’d first hooked up, I’d picked him up in a New York bath house on my nineteenth birthday. The moment I saw him I’d been entranced by his shock of red hair and gorgeous, dick-sucking mouth. Fortunately my blustering attempts to pick him up had amused him. Or at least he’d been attracted enough to my killer cheekbones and hot ass not to care.
He’d been the one that got me into modeling, inviting me to go with him to a shoot the next morning. When one of the other models hadn’t shown up. I was more than happy to get paid to show off my ass in boxer briefs for some upscale Manhattan boutique. I’d enjoyed it - and him - so much that I’d stuck with both of them.
The sound of his voice woke me, low and warm. It took me a few minutes of sleepy confusion to realize that Cal was talking on the phone and not to me. “Hey, Jon. Yeah, I’m free today. Yeah, Isadore’s with me.”
Indeed I was. I wiggled closer to him and slid down his delightfully naked body to nuzzle his half-hard cock. Our agent calling always meant work. Normally I’d be all for it, but calling this early in the day probably meant same-day work, and I was entirely set on only getting out of bed if it was to have sex somewhere else in Cal’s apartment.
Hoping to remind my friend of our debaucherous plans, I took his half-hard cock in my mouth. I barely had to suck to make him twitch harder. I groaned, starting to put my considerable talents to good use. Working my tongue against him, I stroked the base of his cock, coaxing him harder.
Cal, aggravatingly, continued the conversation like I wasn’t even there. “What time does it start? Shit, that’s barely an hour and a half! No, no, I can get us there.”
I tried to grumble something to the contrary around his cock. Surely he’d at least let me finish? I’d gotten hard just from sucking him, and thrust shamelessly against my mattress. Cal was delightfully erect also, hard and thick against my tongue. I started to bob on him, relishing in the rub of his hard shaft over my tongue.
Cal tangled a hand in my hair. His response to our agent was aggravatingly calm. “Yeah, I’ll make sure he arrives on time. Thanks for the heads up, Jon. Bye.”
I gave a disgruntled grumble, pulling off his cock. “Ugh. Why the hell is our agent calling you at six in the morning?”
Calvin chuckled. “It’s nearly eight, Isadore. And the call’s worth it. We need to get up and showered. You’re coming with me. Can I borrow fresh clothes from your closet?”
I frowned, my mind trying to catch up with him as I sucked at the seam of his cock, still idly grinding against the bed. “Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky we’re the same size... sex first?”
“Don’t tempt me, handsome. It’s a job and we have to be there by nine.” Cal tugged at my hair as if to pull me away from his cock.
I fought against his grasp. “Oh come on, Cal. At least let me blow you?” Pushing his hand away, I slid down the length of his cock, taking him into my throat.
“Fuck...” Calvin tangled his fingers in my hair, though this time it was to hold me in place. He bucked up deeper, groaning as I swallowed around him. “Jesus... you Incubus....”
I pulled back to catch my breath, laughing. “Yeah. I’m going to suck all your sex appeal out through your cock.”
Cal pushed me back to his dick, groaning as I started to apply myself with vigor. “You know it’s only gonna make me hotter,” he chuckled, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth as I deep throated him again. “Fuck.... You better be jerking off down there. We - mmm - we really have to go - ”
It was a compromise I was willing to make. “Better fuck my throat how you like it, then,” I shot back, getting to my knees so I could wrap a hand around my dick.
“Whore.” Warm and affectionate, Cal didn’t hold back. In moments he was fucking up into my throat, groaning as he used me.
Cal knew just how much I could take and how much I liked it. I let myself go to his control entirely, stroking the slick of my own precum down the length of my aching cock. Everything about being throat-fucked was intoxicating. I didn’t even care that we weren’t going to fuck. Cal’s desire, his forcefulness, his wanton moans... each push of his cock drove my own pleasure higher.
“Fuck, you suck cock like a pro,” Calvin panted, pushing deep again and pressing my face to his groin. He groaned as I swallowed around him, milking his cock. “Fuck yeah, just like that - suck it - you beautiful whore... fuck, gonna make me cum so hard - !”
He pulled back long enough to let me breathe. I fought his grip on my hair, though, diving in again. My fingers sped over my cock, pleasure surging. Gasping, I choked myself on his cock again. Nothing mattered but his pleasure and mine.
“Fuck - !” Calvin stuttered up under me, pulsing thicker in my mouth, and it was all I could handle. Swallowing reflexively, I took his climax as my own overwhelmed me. I spurted hot and slick against my palm, twisting my fingers around my shaft and coating myself in my spend as I came, the world blacking out around me to everything but pleasure.
“Jesus Christ, Isadore.” Calvin pulled back sooner than I wanted, though it meant shooting in my mouth. I suckled at him as I gasped for breath, coaxing the last shivers of pleasure from my own cock.
Finally he pulled me off him, sliding down to claim my mouth in a messy, breathless kiss. “You’re incredible. And insatiable. And now we have to fucking go.”
“But - ”
“Save it for later, sexy.” Calvin pulled out of my handy grasp, getting out of bed and heading for my door. As always, he was delightfully unconcerned about his nakedness or the tousled sex-mess of his thick red hair. “I’m going to put the coffee on and use your shower. Think you can crawl out of bed and pour us to-go cups when it’s done?”
“Sex is better than coffee at waking up,” I grumbled. I crawled out of bed anyway, kicking my boxers from the night before towards the laundry basket.
“I’ll give you a rain check on the sex, green eyes,” Calvin promised, tugging me close for a yearning kiss. “Money and fame await.”
I stood in my kitchen waiting for my brain to start working as the coffee maker brewed and listened to the sounds of Cal in my shower. I would have much rather been in it with him. Then I checked my phone, scrolling through text messages until one from our agent’s assistant caught my eye, with an address attached.
‘Model try-outs for the Men’s Designer Showdown start this morning. Get your pretty little ass over here, Isadore. We’re gonna get you on TV.’
Well. This job could be very interesting indeed.
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