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While his six foot frame, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes can easily stop traffic, he cannot wear clothes that will allow him to show off his body. He learned at around the age of 18, if he wore any form fitting clothes, or anything that would accentuate his body, he would attract a lot of attention. People who he didn’t know would be drawn to him. Complete strangers would start touching him, without realizing what they were doing. Men and women, gay and straight, would find themselves drawn to Steven, and their hands would end up in some rather inappropriate places. Going to the beach was a nightmare. Steven had become accustomed to this, and it did come in handy at times; he was able to get people to do anything he wanted. Most of the time, it was an inconvenience, and Steven would solve this by dressing down.

Not only was Steven incredibly gorgeous, he was also extremely smart. He graduated top of his class in high school, and did very well in college. His degree in business taught him to find his strength and to capitalize on it. So he did. He did his research, and found the best modeling agent in the country. He knew without any real experience, he wouldn’t get an appointment. He put on a form fitting t-shirt and jeans, and a jacket and went to the agent’s office.

“I’m here to see Mr. Johnson,” Steven said to the receptionist.

Without looking up from her computer, she replied, “You don’t have an appointment, and you are not going to see Mr. Johnson. Good bye.”

Steven cleared his throat and put on his best smile, which was also sincere. Along with the rest of his perfection, Steven was also perpetually happy and friendly.

The receptionist looked up, about to tell Steven to get out. When she saw him, her mouth stopped working and she just stared, having lost all thoughts of his annoyance.

“May I see Mr. Johnson, please,” Steven asked.

“Oh….yea…sure, right away.”

She picked up the phone, “Mr. Johnson, there is someone here to see you.” The person on the other end must not have been pleased, because she replied, “You will really want to see him.”

“You can go in now.”

“Thanks,” Steven replied, and flashed her another smile that brightened the rest of her week.

Mr. Johnson was sitting behind his desk, glaring at the door waiting for the person who interrupted him. When the door opened, his features relaxed immediately. Mr. Johnson’s love is money, and he just saw a ton of it walk into his office, wrapped in tight jeans and a t-shirt.

Steven walked confidently across the office, stuck out his hand and said, “My name is Steven, and we are going to make a lot of money.”

Mr. Johnson stood up and took Steven’s hand. The electricity coming through the handshake made him pause briefly, then he thought “Oh yes we are.”

They chatted for time, all the while Mr. Johnson was formulating a plan. “The first thing we have to do is get you a portfolio.”

Mr. Johnson made a call to set up a shoot with the best photographer he knew. He gave Steven the address and told him to get over there now.

Steven quickly made his way to the photographer’s studio, ignoring the looks and stares he received while walking down the street. The photographer was obviously gay, and practically had to be held up by his assistant when Steven walked in.

Mr. Johnson had told the photographer that Steven was inexperienced at modeling, but during the shoot he seemed like a natural. The heat in the room seemed to be rising as the shoot progressed. They started with head shots and proceeded to full length. The photographer had Steven remove his jacket and then his t-shirt, which almost prompted another fainting spell for the photographer. When the photographer suggested Steven remove his pants, Steven firmly declined. Steven was smart enough to know that he had to control his image. To not disappoint the photographer, Steven did agree to unbutton his jeans. Several times, the photographer would stop to “position” Steven, placing his hands on his smooth chest, sliding them down across his abs following his treasure trail to stop just below the waistband to Steven’s underwear. Steven didn’t say anything about the photographer’s lingering fingers across his bulge. If there weren’t so many cameras around, he may have given the photographer a peak. Not that he was shy, in fact he liked showing off, but he didn’t want any pictures getting out that he couldn’t profit from.

After the shoot, Steven went home; while the photographer quickly developed the pictures. He had his assistant run a set over to Mr. Johnson, and of course he kept a set for his own pleasure. Mr. Johnson went over the portfolio as soon as it arrived. He was relieved to see that Steven’s “ability” came through the two dimensional photographs. Yes, he recognized what was going on with Steven, how it affected his secretary and almost drew him in as well. As he looked at the pictures, he chuckled because he knew the photographer would be having wet dreams for at least a week. He had contacts in all of the major fashion designers, and he knew exactly who to send these to.

A couple of weeks went by before Steven heard back from Mr. Johnson. His pictures were well received at a famous underwear company, whose initials are CK, and they wanted to meet Steven for an interview.

Again, Steven dressed in form fitting clothes that, while they showed off his body, they were also professional in appearance. He arrived at the corporate office, and everything stopped. He was quickly ushered into a conference room, where several people were waiting for him. He was introduced to the president of the company, as well as the vice presidents of marketing and design. While he was new to modeling, he figured it was probably unusual for these people to be conducting this interview. He knew he was on display for these people, but that is what he chose to do and he was fine with it. After a brief getting to know you conversation, the president asked Steven if he realized that he was there to as an underwear model. Steven indicated that he did know why he was there. The president then asked Steven to remove his shirt. Steven knew this was coming, and suspected where it was leading. He slowly and sensually unbuttoned his shirt, giving them a subtle striptease.

After staring at his chest and abs for a while, and having him turn around and flex, the president then asked Steven if he would mind removing his pants. Steven smiled and nodded, and bent down to remove his shoes and socks. He did another tease while removing his pants, and he saw that his audience was completely captivated. He turned around, showing off his bubble butt, and the outline of his cock was clearly visible in the front.

The president finally was able to break out of his stare, and commented that Steven was wearing their brand of underwear and that they appeared to be well worn.

“I thought about getting some new ones for today, but I wanted you to know that I already wear these,” Steven said.

A gleam came into the president’s eye, and he whispered something to the design vp. She made a quick call and then went back to staring at Steven’s crotch. A few minutes later, a young intern came into the room and stopped instantly at seeing Steven standing there in just his underwear. The design vp motioned her to give something to Steven, which turned out to be another pair of underwear. The intern moved over to her boss, as the president told Steven, “This is a prototype of a new design. Please try them on for us and let us know what you think.”

Steven looked around, but there was nowhere for him to go change. He certainly hadn’t seen this one coming. He isn’t shy, but he didn’t want to make it too easy for them. He shrugged and turned his back to his audience, bent over and removed his shorts. He heard gasps as they got a clear view of his ass, and he smiled to himself. He slowly pulled the new pair of briefs over his ass for their enjoyment, he adjusted the front and turned around. The president had gotten up and was moving toward Steven, “How do they feel?”

“Very comfortable.”

“Everything has been redesigned, this is a new fabric blend,” he said as he put his hand on the fabric barely covering Steven’s thigh. He didn’t know why, but he just had to touch, and he wasn’t even that aware of what he was doing.

“We changed the leg openings,” as his fingers ran under the band in the leg, making direct contact with Steven’s thigh now.

He got bolder, “We updated the pouch,” as his hand now ran over Steven’s bulge. This straight, married man, who had never touched another man in this way, had no idea why he was touching Steven’s crotch. But he didn’t stop.

“We also redesigned the waist band,” as his thumb went under the waist band, pulling it out so he could see Steven’s cut cock lying in the pouch. As he moved his hand across the front, his thumb traced along the length of Steven’s member. He regained his senses just enough to stop, but then he asked the others in the room if they wanted a closer look. There was no pretense now, the design vp and her intern had their hands on Steven’s crotch, while the marketing vp had his hand on Steven’s ass. Steven stood there and allowed this to happen. He was used to this, maybe not so blatantly, but he was proud of his body and he kept his cock under control in spite of the attention it was receiving.

After a few minutes, they retreated as the president thanked Steven for coming in today. Steven dropped the new underwear he was given, and was now in full view of the men and women in the room. His six inch cut cock hung over a pair of low hanging balls, his pubes were neatly trimmed. No point in hiding anything now. The president swallowed hard, and told Steven he could keep the new shorts. He nodded and smiled as he slowly pulled them back up, making a big show of reaching in and arranging his equipment. He got dressed, and they thanked him again and told him they would be in touch.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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