I Made A Mold of His Big Hard Cock!

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“I’m coming.”
“No, hold off.”
“I can’t.”
“Just a few more seconds.”
“Shit, it’s too much.”
“Try, otherwise we’ll have to start over.” I looked up at Theo Horton’s face hanging over the side of my custom-made bench. His thick black eyebrows had knotted over his scrunched eyes and his teeth tugged at his bottom lip. “It’s nearly done,” I encouraged. “It’s quick setting this stuff, just think about your Gran knitting or something.”
A muscle flexed in his cheek and his fingers paled as he gripped the white padding just inches from my upturned face.
I braced under the weight of the seaweed-based moulding paste I’d positioned against his erect cock poking through a hole in the bench. The bucket had to be kept dead still to get a perfect cast of his penis, and much as it would be a perk of my unusual job to witness his pleasure, I knew from experience a shot of cum in the mold would distort the end result and we’d be back at square one, redoing his cast.
I studied the clock above the closed door to the shop front. I waited fifteen seconds and then said, “Time. Pull slowly up from the bench in a straight line.”
“Thank fuck for that.” He lifted his hips upwards, opened his eyes and fixed his brooding, somewhat glazed focus on mine. “Oh, shit.” He suddenly winced and scrabbled to face the shelves containing body molds at various stages of completion. His broad shoulders hunched and he grabbed his dick as a violent shudder snaked up his spine.
I clutched the bucket to my chest and straightened from my squat position under the bench. My ears pricked with delight as his deep grunt filled the studio. He tried to internalize a moan but he was a big, testosterone-fuelled man and there was nothing he could do to stop even harnessed pleasure rattling like an echo around the room.
“Why did you look at me like that?” he muttered, grabbing a handful of the tissues I kept next to the bench.
“Like what?” My heart rate was racing so loud I was sure he’d be able to hear it.
“All pretty and girly.” He didn’t look at me as he wiped himself clean. “Shit, that never happens.” He stood and tucked his still impressively big penis into his boxers and pulled up his jeans. “I’m usually in perfect control.”
“Of course,” I said, struggling to maintain professionalism as he stepped round the bench and towered over me. “But it’s good you were so near the edge of orgasm when we took the casting.” I nodded down at the white chalky substance revealing the perfect indent of his erect cock. “It means we’ve immortalized you at your most… spectacular.”
His irritated expression cracked into an amused grin. “Yeah, Emma will like it.”
“She’s a lucky girl.” As soon as the words fell from my mouth I realized it had been the wrong thing to say. “I… I mean… what I wanted to say is… you’re a very thoughtful man, to think of her needs at a time like this.” I tried to shift my gaze from his intense scrutiny but he was staring straight at me.
“Yeah, well, I need her to have something to play with while she’s backpacking.” He stepped closer and his musky male scent encircled me, a hot cloud of recently released desire lying in the air like salt blowing on an ocean breeze. “I don’t want her running off with a surfer dude, do I?”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t.”
He reached out and caught a wild, red ringlet that had escaped my ponytail. “I’m just wondering what I’m going to play with while she’s gone.” He tucked the wayward curl behind my ear. “I’ve never cheated but…”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “But you’re a man,” I said, stating the fact my hormones were screaming about. “With needs, perhaps Emma could come to Making Shapes and get a body mold done for you, I do a great range of very intimate, very user friendly products.”
He stepped away with a derisive snort. “Not my thing. I prefer hot flesh writhing under me.” He reached for his wallet, his expression all business. “How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing for now.” I walked over to a long, steel counter and placed down the bucket with its precious contents. “You can settle up when you collect the finished cast.”
“When will that be?”
“In about a week, is that all right?”
“Yep, she goes in ten days so a week should be fine.”
He pulled open the door and strode from the studio and into the front of my shop. My eyes, like magnets, were drawn to his perfect, denim-encased rear. I smoothed my dusty hands together imagining what his skin would be like to touch, warm and soft but at the same time bubbling with powerful muscles lurking just below the surface. I’d meant what I said about Emma being a lucky girl. Theo Horton was one hell of a man and if he were mine there was no way I’d be hopping off to Australia for six months. No way on earth.

Two weeks later I held Theo Horton’s cock in my hand as November rain whipped the skylights above my studio. Theo hadn’t been back to collect his body molding so I guessed Emma had come to her senses about leaving such a prime specimen all alone.
I thought unenthusiastically about the lonely evening ahead in my small King’s Road flat. I really should start charging customers when they came for their sittings. That way I might make enough money to buy somewhere bigger, or even take a holiday and get some sunshine.
I sighed and passed the cock from one hand to the other. I was pleased with the finished product. I’d spent a considerable amount of time perfecting the deep rose-petal shade, shadowing the bulging, twisting veins along the shaft and adding his two small freckles onto the wide smooth head, just to the right of his slit. He was circumcised and I liked that, his cock looked neat and clean, and with the new glaze it felt smooth as glass when I ran my fingers up and down the length of it.
I curled my thumb and index finger around the base, just above where the first inch of his ball sac were molded. My fingers wouldn’t meet; his trunk was so wide, so thick. My breath quickened as I imagined him penetrating me. How would he

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Written by Lily Harlem
Hochgeladen May 6, 2021
Notes I loved his cock, it was so big and hard. Now I had a mold of it and if I couldn't get the real thing from him that would do - unless he found out I was using it of course!
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