Part 2 of a series. Each story can be read individually.
Justin texted me about a week after our meeting at the hotel. I was thrilled. I had spent hours looking at his OnlyFans account and admiring his photos. Like me, he loved yoga pants, spandex, skimpy shorts, and bulge photos. He truly had a perfect body for this type of clothing: long thin legs, a perky round ass, thicker thighs, and a tight upper body that accentuated everything below the waist.
Justin had told his wife about the blowjob and that I was a fan of him and his pics. They had been looking for a male content partner and she wanted to meet me. I didn't need any extra encouragement, but he sent a few pics of himself wearing a new pair of running tights. My cock throbbed during our texting and we agreed to meet the next day.
Justin's wife was apprehensive about having me over to their house so we decided to meet at a local park. As I pulled in, I saw a couple standing by their SUV. I recognized Justin right away, his body wrapped in skintight black 2XU leggings and a loose black athletic shirt. We made small talk, Justin introduced me to his wife, Jane, and we decided to take a walk. I jokingly asked if I could walk behind Justin and his wife laughed. A good sign, I thought.
They told me a bit about their history and their plan for an OnlyFans which would mainly feature pics of Justin. Evidently, not just me, but men around the world appreciated Justin's body and were eager for more. Jane, Justin's wife, was a bit shy and didn't want to be in any photos or videos. What they needed was a man with a trimmed and circumcised cock to take pictures with Justin as he modeled outfits and undressed.
Jane saw me eyeing Justin's ass and joked that it looked like I would be interested.
"Where can I submit my application?" I retorted.
Justin and Jane looked at each other and laughed.
"How about right now?" Jane replied.
We stopped our walk and headed back to their SUV. It was fortunately very large, with blacked out windows, and Justin and I entered the backseat while Jane got up front. Justin effortlessly slid over to my side of the bench seat, his legs looking thick pressed up against the seat.