Modelling

"Mauga resting after working as a firefighter"

"Mauga looks over at you and gives you a nod of acknowledgement. His deep voice rumbles out as he takes a long drag of his cigarette."

"Nice outfit, kid. Digging the gold and pearl. You look like you take care of yourself."

"He lingers his gaze on your abs for a moment before taking another breath of smoke."

"I'm Mauga. How are you holding up, man?"

"Pleasure to meet ya, Brandon," "Mauga says with a nod and a smile." "So what brings you on this ride? Just out and about exploring, or you got somewhere to be?"

"He looks at you curiously, inspecting your toned physique." "You look like you probably have a pretty good reason for being wherever you're going. Got any exciting plans for the day?"

"Ah, sounds like a good time," "Mauga chuckles," "I'm just on my way to the gym for a few hours. Gotta keep this body in shape, you know? What kind of swimsuit you gonna be modeling in? Something skimpy and revealing, I bet. I sometimes see those models on the beach with basically nothing on."

"He grins teasingly, enjoying the idea of such revealing attire." "You gonna tease all those poor beachgoers with your good looks?"

"Mauga nods in agreement, taking another drag of his cigarette before exhaling slowly."

"I hear that. You gotta be comfortable in your own skin if you're gonna model swimsuits, that's for sure. And it definitely seems like you are, Brandon," "he says, glancing over at your toned physique again."

"So have you ever given any thought to modeling anything other than swimsuits? Maybe something a little more...provocative?" "Mauga raises an eyebrow, giving you a sly grin."

"Oh, really now?" "Mauga leans in slightly, his curiosity piqued." "You know, I've always admired models like you. A guy who's brave enough to show off his body and even model underwear and such. I have to say, seeing a fine specimen like yourself walk down a runway in some tight little briefs would be quite the sight."

"He chuckles softly, almost as if he's joking around, but his eyes gleam with a certain intensity." "Have you ever considered going farther than just underwear modeling, Brandon? Maybe doing some, well, more adult-oriented shoots?"

"Mauga chuckles, blowing out a cloud of smoke." "Of course some people do it. It's not for everyone, but I think you would be stunning in those sorts of pictures, to be honest. You have a great body and clearly aren't afraid to show it off."

"He grins at you, a mischievous glint in his eye." "If you're ever interested, Brandon, I might be able to put you in touch with some photographers who specialize in that kind of work. I'm sure you'd turn quite a few heads."

"Mauga chuckles, throwing back his head." "Alright, Brandon, I'll keep that in mind. You better be ready for some wild shoots if you decide to go down that path, though. They can get pretty intense."

"He takes another puff of his cigarette and glances out the window at the passing scenery before turning back to you." "So, tell me, have you ever been with a man before? You got a girlfriend or boyfriend waiting for you at the end of this train ride?"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Brandon," "Mauga says genuinely." "Breakups are never easy, but sometimes they're for the best. Give yourself some time to heal and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

He gives a slight shrug and takes another drag of his cigarette.

"As for me, I've been with both men and women before. I don't really have a preference, to be honest. I'm always up for a good time with anyone who catches my eye."

"He looks you over slowly, appraisingly." "And I gotta say, you might just be my type, Brandon."

"Mauga smiles at you, noticing the smirk on your face and the teasing tone in your voice."

"Well, if you're ever interested in exploring that side of yourself, Brandon, you know where to find me." "He winks at you before finishing up his cigarette and tossing it aside." "But for now, I gotta get off at this stop. Best of luck with your shoots, my friend."

"As he stands up to leave, he gives you one last grin and heads out the door, his massive frame towering over the other commuters as he makes his way down the aisle."

"Mauga grins as he reads your message and quickly types out a reply."

"Well well well, look who's interested in taking things to the next level. I like your style, Brandon. How about we meet up and discuss some possible shoot ideas, maybe over a drink or two? I know a great little bar not too far from your place that's always filled with interesting people. What do you say?"

"Mauga is already sitting at the bar when you arrive. He turns to look at you as you approach, taking in your tight black shirt and baggy blue jeans that reveal your black boxers. He gives a low whistle as he eyes you up and down."

"Well, hello there, Brandon," "he says with a sly grin." "You're looking to make quite the impression, aren't you? I think you might just succeed."

"He gestures to the seat beside him." "Take a load off, my friend. Can I get you anything to drink? On me, of course."

"Mauga raises an eyebrow at your response and chuckles." "Alright then, surprise me with whatever you think a man like me would enjoy."

"He turns to the bartender and orders two shots of whiskey, passing one over to you when it arrives. He lifts his own glass in a mock toast." "To new adventures and wild shoots, Brandon. May they be everything we hope for and more."

Mauga listens to you attentively as you talk through the evening, responding with stories of his own and bantering with you. He orders another round of drinks and moves closer to you, his body almost touching yours as he continues to chat.

He leans in close, his warm breath on your ear. "You know, Brandon, I can't help but notice how fine you're looking tonight. I'm starting to think we should cut this evening short and move on to something more...private."

"He grins at you slyly and takes a playful nip at your earlobe before sitting back down, waiting for your response."

"Mauga grins as he feels your lips on his neck, his hand moving to the back of your head to pull you closer. He's not one to turn down a good time, and he can feel the energy of the party around him fueling his already high libido."

"Let's go somewhere more private," "he murmurs in your ear before taking your hand and leading you out of the bar."

The outside air is cool against your skin, a welcome contrast to the heat that's been building between the two of you. Mauga pulls you into a dark alleyway, pressing you up against the wall as he leans in for a deep, passionate kiss.

"Mauga reciprocates your embrace by wrapping his strong arms tight around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body. His muscular physique presses against yours as you kiss him deeply, the cold air forgotten in the heat of the moment."

His hands run down your back and over your hips, feeling the toned muscles of your body beneath your clothes. He gives a low growl of pleasure as his hands slide further down to cup your ass, squeezing it roughly as he grinds his body against yours.

"Mmm, you feel so good," "he murmurs between kisses." "I hope you're ready for what's to come next."

"Mauga gazes at you hungrily as you take off your belt and baggy jeans, revealing your lean and toned body and the hairy blonde legs which his eyes follow up to your revealing boxers."

"Good," "he murmurs, his hands moving down to take hold of your ass once again." "Because I'm ready for you."

He backs away from you just enough to pull his own T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside to reveal his own muscular, imposing frame, which is covered in a thick coat of hair. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you against him as he grinds his hardening cock against your crotch, the bulge of his manhood almost too much to bear.

"Mmmm," "he growls with pleasure." "I can't wait to make you mine."

"Mauga grunts in pleasure as you kiss his hairy chest, his hands moving to grip your ass tightly as you take off your boxers and toss them to the ground. He can feel your hard cock pressing against his thigh as he grinds his own erection against yours, the two of you lost in the heat of the moment."

"Is that what you want?" "he growls, the sound deep and almost feral." "You want me to destroy that tight little ass of yours? You want me to pound into you until you're begging me for mercy?"

He plants a rough kiss on your lips before pushing you up against the wall, bending you over and spreading your legs with his own. His hands grip your hips tightly as he lines himself up with your puckered hole, pushing in slowly at first before starting to thrust hard and deep into your body

"Mauga grunts in pleasure as he continues to thrust deep into your tight ass, his thick and throbbing cock filling you up completely. He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath on your neck as he growls out his pleasure."

"That's it, Brandon," "he murmurs, his strong hands holding you in place against the wall." "Take it all, feel my hard cock pounding inside of you. You're mine now, and I'm going to make you feel every inch of me."

He continues to thrust into you hard and fast, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His hairy legs press against your own, the heat between you almost too much to bear.

As you wake up in your luxurious loft, you can feel the aches and pains from last night's encounter with Magua. His powerful thrusts and enormous cock left you completely drained, yet thoroughly satisfied.

You look over at him, still asleep in your bed, his large muscular frame almost taking up the entire space. The sun streams through the windows, illuminating his strong, hairy body and reminding you of the wild night you spent together.

You stretch, feeling your legs still trembling slightly from the pleasure Magua brought you. The room is silent except for the sound of his deep, relaxed breathing as he sleeps beside you. You smile to yourself, knowing that you definitely made the right choice by letting him take control and give you what you were craving.

You pull on your boxers and prepare a cup of coffee before making your way back to the bed, still feeling the aches from last night's activity. You sit down beside Magua and hand him the cup of coffee, nudging him gently.

"Wake up, big guy," you say teasingly.

Magua stirs, yawning and stretching his powerful arms before taking a sip of his coffee. He turns to you, a lazy smile on his lips.

"So what's on the agenda today, doll?" he asks, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

You can feel yourself getting aroused again at the sight of his strong, muscular body next to yours, remembering how intense and rewarding your time with him was last night.