Let me introduce myself. I'm Ady, 6'0". I'm blond with blue eyes and a 7" uncut dick. I swim and run to keep fit. My boyfriend, Gray, is a redhead. 5'10", very slim with almost translucent skin, that gets a smattering of freckles in the summer. His dick is about the same length, but fatter and also uncut. His ability to produce an amazing amount of ejaculate and fire it a long way is very impressive. We've been together 18 months and are both versatile. Prior to us getting together, we'd both had a few flings.
We were in my bedroom one evening, watching porn and gently tossing each other. At the end of the film, we finished jerking. As the credits rolled there was an advert inviting guys to become models. For a giggle, we applied, adding photos, and thought nothing more about it. A few weeks later, I received an email inviting us to the studios in Amsterdam. We discussed it and decided to give it a go. Neither of us are shy and a couple of nights in Amsterdam would be fun anyway. An appointment was made and we booked time off work. We flew into Schiphol airport and stayed at a gay hostel to cut down on the cost. The dorm had six beds. As the evening wore on, other guys came in until the dorm was filled. The next morning in the showers, I watched as two guys fucked under the water. We presented ourselves at the studios. After waiting nervously in reception, we were called in by a plump, middle-aged guy. He asked if we'd rather be interviewed separately, but we declined, preferring to stay together. After going through the formalities of date of birth etc, he asked how we would feel having sex with someone else?, then whether we were top, bottom or versatile and how long it takes us to recover our erections. We then moved on to who we were prepared to have sex with; older guys? bears? bdsm? We tried to answer truthfully and positively. We then had to undress. We stood there, bollock naked turning and bending over as instructed. He seemed quite happy, but didn't say much. We dressed and were shown into a studio where a photographer took pictures while we seductively disrobed again. We prang boners. He took close-ups of our dicks and bums. We were then asked to wank off while he filmed us. It was surreal jerking in front of strangers, but it was something we would have to get used to. My cum jets were OK, but Gray exploded 7 or 8 jets about 5', splashing the carpet. We dressed again and there were more questions, about fucking with cameras and directors around, and whether we could fuck for 25 minutes. We said we had fucked in front of guys in a sauna and had found it a turn-on. With that, we shook hands and told they would make a decision soon. We went for a beer, it had been quite intense. That evening, we hit the gay bars, drinking and dancing until we plucked up the courage to visit the dark rooms. We fumbled our way round, being groped and kissed, mainly by older guys. We went into a small room with a bed and started making out. Soon we had an audience. We invited two men to join us. We stripped and snogged, then the two guys went down on us while we kissed above them. I felt a finger on my hole and pushed back. Gray was getting the same treatment. The finger was replaced by a tongue. Gray and I leaned on each other for support as we were both taken from behind. Rough hands gripped our hips and we were banged hard. With them satisfied, they left us. We dressed and went to another bar. This one was a bit smarter and the dark rooms cleaner and not completely dark. This time I fucked Gray. Others gathered around, tossing as we went through our repertoire of positions. By the time we shot our loads, cum was flying everywhere. We had another beer and called it a night. In the morning we made love in the dorm, with the other guys watching and wanking. We took a stroll around the beautiful city, stopping at a coffee shop for weed. Neither of us smoke, so we had hashcake. My phone went, it was the studio, asking if we were still in the city and whether we could come along. Hoping we weren't too stoned, we arrived at the studio. The plump man welcomed us. We had been accepted, and they wanted to talk money, and when we could start. We would be paid per scene, initially £700, rising to £1000 and beyond as we had gained experience. They had apartments for their models. We said we would have to give a month's notice, then we were eager to start. Contracts would be emailed to us.
