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Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2024-10-22 10:00:01 +0000 UTCMISTER HOTTIE 2024
PART III: MISTER HOTTIE AMERICA 2024
Chapter 14: Here come the Greeks!
“Okay, guys, let’s get going with the duo shots.” The photographer announced, calling Derek to join Christopher in the large bath.
He knew that his partner was strong and manly, but only then, Chris realized how much of a bull Derek truly was.
Like a beast, Mister Hottie Georgia jumped in the tub, his hard dripping cock bouncing on his firm stomach.
“Jeez!” Christopher exclaimed, almost losing his balance.
“I told you we were going to make some splashes!” Derek said, purposely throwing even more water over his partner.
“Dude!”
“Amazing, guys! That’s exactly what we need! Be playful!” Romalvo encouraged them.
Playful? Easier said than done for Christopher as he was confronted to the girthiest cock he had ever seen in his life.
That thing was threatening to poke him at every turn.
Chris was all for Derek and him collaborating to ensure their respective spots in the top twelve but at full mast, that huge dick was scary.
Impressive and mesmerizing, yes.
But terrifying also!
“Come on, Chris. Follow his lead. You two look great like this together!” Mateo encouraged him on the side lines.
But what was he supposed to do exactly?
Incredibly enough, his own cock was showing a strong semi proving that he was not disliking Derek’s antics as much as he thought.
Mainly, Christopher tried to imitate his opponent.
It started with splashing each other, it continued with basically trying to make the other one drown in the hot tub, and it somehow ended with some kind of wrestling in the water.
It was not very fair as, in this particular match, Georgia was much broader and heavier than Nebraska.
Quickly, Christopher found himself choking under Derek’s hairy bushy armpits, while the Georgian gigantic cock was rubbing against his abs.
“Dude… Errr… You… You’re strangling me… What the hell?” Chris muttered, barely able to speak.
Was there even a photo-shoot going on?!
Water was going in his mouth as he was already struggling to breathe because of the choke-hold.
Was Derek literally trying to kill the competition?
“Oh, sorry bro! It was all in good fun!”
Derek released him, a huge smile on his lumberjack’s face.
He let go of the hold around his neck but his cock was still very much brushing against Chris.
“That’s fine, but chill!”
Christopher pushed him away.
He was talking to a 39 years-old but he felt like he was dealing with an excited teenager.
There was a surprising candour exuding from Mister Hottie Georgia… some precum too, dripping from the tip of his stiffed anaconda.
“Sure… But dude, remember, we have to go viral somehow. 38 will be cut off after round 1…” Derek whispered in his ear.
There, he was making a good point and their little discussion in the tub was for sure not helping them scoring some votes within the Committee.
They only had a few minutes to make some sort of a stunt.
Christopher took a look at their surroundings and the dozen people watching them.
In front of him, Derek’s cock was twitching.
He was very much excited to be there.
Romalvo started taking close-up shots of the impressive dong which made Chris panic a little.
He could not be fading in the background during this pairing photo-shoot. At the very least, he needed to be as front and centre as his rival.
“Guys, do something a little bit exciting, let’s get the press something to talk about!” Mr. Rat howled.
The two wet Hotties looked at each other and then, Chris lowered his gaze.
He needed to act but he was flustered.
In all fairness, a penis that large would have startled anyone.
“Are you done, guys?” The photographer asked, ready to call it off.
There was a hint of disappointment in his voice. After such a promising start, Mister Hottie Nebraska had not levelled up to the expectations.
Derek made his cock throb.
More than ever, he was looking like a hairy manly sex God.
Christopher had to do something; the photographer was losing interest.
And then… He grabbed the humongous dick in front of him! For some reason, it had seemed like the most logical thing to do!
That thing was so freaking thick, Christopher had to use both hands to handle it.
The Nebraskan surprised himself with that move and it took a split second for him to process that he was actually holding another man’s cock.
Later on, Christopher would rationalize that he simply wanted to do something outrageous enough to advance in the pageant, but in reality, he did it mostly because he had been dying to get a feel of that unreal dick since the photoshoot had started.
Either way, it worked!
Mr. Rich and Mr. Rat audibly gasped as if they were a single man, Derek made a high-pitched sound, and the photographer’s energy went back up a few notches.
“Oh yeees, guys! Great shot, keep going!”
Again, not really sure why he was doing what he was doing, but since he could already feel the huge slab of meat in his hands… Why not stroke it now?
Christopher started wanking his opponent off!
Derek was also quite surprised.
He had already nutted to Christopher’s shenanigans, - he busted some huge loads re-watching the shower scene from Mister Hottie Nebraska, - he had also seen the MYSTER-IX obscene campaign a couple days before… Yet, during the rehearsals the day prior, he did not seem that wild or horny.
Derek had sort of been underwhelmed meeting his jerk-off material in real life until that point.
But now, Chris was as slutty as he had expected him to be!
Either he wanted the fame or he wanted his cock, - whichever way it did not matter much for the lumberjack -, Derek was very glad to let the 21 years-old jock stroke his huge dick.
Besides, the dude was actually good at it!
To be fair, Christopher had a lot of experience jerking off his own dick.
Aside from the gym, masturbation was certainly his number one hobby before this whole pageant thing even started.
Chris was a pro at beating the monkey and he was blessed with fat low-hanging balls which were seemingly filling up with creamy juice in record time.
Admittedly though, it was his first time servicing someone else’s cock (and what a slab of meat that was!), so it did feel different.
Derek wondered how far he could push it.
First, he reciprocated the hand job as this was the common-sense thing to do when a mate gives you a hand.
Surely compared to his own monster cock, Chris was not that thick, but as he started stroking him off, the cock did get into a way-above-average size and started to look like it was right before he ejaculated a ton of milk in front of the Mister Hottie Nebraska’s audience.
As the two hunks were pleasuring each other off, the photographer and the crew were scrambling around them to make sure not to miss a single shot of this.
To what end those pictures and clips would be used? Noone knew at this stage, and no one really cared.
All that mattered was that the footage would be sent to Flynn Pollard and without a doubt, the guys were getting their tickets to the top twelve.
Romalvo let the guys do their thing only intervening a couple of times to have the best lighting or a better angle.
The two studs were standing in the tub, wet, horny and dripping.
“Look towards the camera, guys. No, don’t let go of your cocks! Just move your face!”
Christopher, as he followed the instructions, met Mr Rich’s gaze.
The agent was once again torn between his own excitement at the sight of one of the sexiest live-scenes he had ever witnessed in his life, and his jealousy at the idea that Chris was servicing another man.
That being said, Mateo could reassure himself in the sense that, at the very least, Chris had not chosen any cock for his first time.
He had gone straight for the juiciest, meatiest, and girthiest of them all.
“Let’s make it more comfortable.” Derek whispered to Chris.
“What?... How?”
“Get on your knees, it’ll be easier to stroke it real good with both hands.”
Christopher gulped.
“You… You’re sure?”
“Trust me, Nebraska. Do me first, and I’ll do you afterwards.”
Maybe there was something in the damn water but Christopher felt compelled to listen to his partner.
Probably the big daddy’s vibe which made him spontaneously submissive.
Chris knelt down in the water turned cold, and there, he had the humongous leaking truncheon at his eyes level.
Weirdly amazed, he went even harder with the way he was handling Derek’s cock.
He played with his shiny large cockhead with one hand and stroked the base with the other, he was barely able to close his fist.
Yes, he truly was on a mission to feel up those junks. He even played with Derek’s balls at some point.
They were heavy, hairy, and full.
“Get your face closer… This way…” The photographer requested.
As if he was set on automatic, Christopher did what he was told and only then realized how closer his lips were now to the dripping dick.
He gasped and Derek felt the warm breeze on his shaft.
Cameras or not, in this moment, Christopher was indeed tempted to try to put in his mouth.
Could he keep going with his exploration?
How would it feel like?
He was so damn close that some precum fell on his neck and then nipples.
“You’re doing such a good job, boy. Such a star!” Mateo had come near the edge of the bath to have a better look at the action.
Ultimately, he was so proud of his talent.
Mateo was quickly scolded for being in the frame by Romalvo though.
“It’s true… You’re good at this… Hmmm… Very good…” Derek confirmed, he patted Christopher’s hair.
Crazy that for Chris’ first time fooling around with another dude, it was inside an immense bath, surrounded by a dozen of people, being filmed under every possible angle, and a few hours before the biggest night of his life.
“You have such a huge….”
He could not finish his thought.
Derek moved a little and the cock found its way against Chris’ lips.
He started shaking.
Would he really go there?!
“Wanna take it in your mouth, bro?”
It was like everyone in the room had suddenly stopped moving. Every single person there was hung to Chris’ lips, what word would come out of them, or what cock would be shoved inside of them.
“I don’t think it can fit!” He reacted spontaneously.
Derek burst out laughing.
He had not seen this one coming.
The aspiring actor was not worried about turning gay or sucking a dick, he was worried about the practicality of the thickness of his member!
“Big cock problems!” The Georgian claimed, hysterical.
The crew started laughing as well, and Christopher joined them, not really sure what he was laughing about.
This particular shot of the Hotties laughing and Christopher stroking Derek’s cock so close to his face would be the one which would be leaked to the press only a couple of hours before the big show.
Tentatively, Chris stuck out his lips.
He could lick a cock to become famous, right? This was whole just an act anyway, and he was an actor!
As he was about to shove the slab of meat in his mouth, someone walked in the studio but Christopher could not see who he was.
All he knew was that the stranger was pissed.
“What the fuck is going on here? I thought we were organizing a pageant, not a cheap porn movie!”
Cheap?!
This was sort of derogatory. If this was a porn, it would have been a great movie!
As it turned out, the angry man was Mister Hottie Illinois’ agent.
His talent, Damian Viper, was a renown bodybuilder who was used to compete against other men in sleazy shows but apparently, things had never derailed that bad at other events.
“Damian’s been waiting forever for his turn… I’ve never seen such indecent behaviour! In ten years in the business!” His mentor was shouting.
“Terrence, please, calm down. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a shoot?”
“A shoot? For what?! A gangbang scene? Why is Nebraska still sucking that dude off!”
Ironically, that was the comment which made Christopher coming out from his torpor.
In another come-back which made, once again, everybody laughed, he snapped:
“Hey! I’m not sucking his dick; I’m just jerking him off!”
“Good Lord! Is this a joke?!”
“Okay, let’s wrap this up. We were done anyway.” Romalvo ended up saying, jaded.
It was a wrap for the photo-shoot and also, for the hopes of Mister Hottie Illinois. Damian would for sure be blacklisted after his mentor’s tantrum.
Good riddance for Christopher and Derek, Viper was a serious contender for the win.
Or at the very least, he used to be.
As he got out of the bath, Chris’ dick was still pointing to the ceiling and Mateo handed him a towel.
“You did great, boy.”
“Thank… Thank you…” He replied, barely processing what he had just done.
“The pictures will look amazing.”
“Don’t you think it will be too much? Like… We may have overdone it this time. I mean, I may have gone overboard.”
Mateo patted his protegee’s bare shoulders.
“You always worry about everything, kid! Relax. For one thing, it is never too much. And secondly, the Committee and Romalvo know what they’re doing. They’ll use the footage wisely.”
“I hope.”
They were leaving the studio as the bodybuilder, Damian, was trying to apologize for his agent’s meltdown.
“See, you’re very lucky to have me… Poor Viper, he’s just lost any chance of making it, and trust me, those people know how to smash a career as much as they know how to make one!” Mateo told Chris.
The young hunk gulped.
“Great job, bro. I think we did what we had to do to move on.”
That was Derek, walking behind them.
Is it still necessary to specify that he had not wrapped himself in the offered towel? Even in the hotel’s hallways, he was naked as the day he was born.
He was certainly hoping for paparazzi or any sort of media to be there to catch him.
“Yes, I hope it will be enough to make it to the top twelve.” Christopher replied, unsure.
“Americans won’t have enough of us before the commercial break. They’ll vote to see us back again for the entire duration of the show!”
Derek gave him a tap on his (juicy) pec and moved on with his agent.
The woman had barely said a single word but she looked satisfied with her model.
Christopher was given one last unobstructed view of the dripping hairy ass before Mister Hottie Georgia disappeared in another hallway.
In all fairness, he was not the only one wandering around the hotel naked or barely naked.
All fifty contestants were staying there and most of them were not used to wear much clothes unless this was absolutely mandatory.
They had not ended in the most ludicrous pageant by chance.
After the intense photoshoot, - which was honestly sort of a game changer for Christopher -, the rest of the day leading to the show was no less hectic but a little more professional.
All guys were requested to rehearse the swimsuit catwalk they would have to do after the “Greek” introduction and then, they had to get ready backstage before the show began.
Final fittings, final rehearsing of the speeches and of the talent shows for those fortunate enough who would get to give them, and an hour or so was dedicated to oiling up their bodies, moisturizing every inch of their anatomy, and getting into their designed costume.
“Here come the Greeks!” was the name of the first segment.
Mr. Rich, Mr. Rat, and Marcelo Pacci were all there, scattered in a private dressing room (Mister Hottie America had quite the budget) hurrying around Christopher to make him look as good as he possible could.
Chris was handled from every possible angle.
Rich was moisturizing him real deep, Rat was giving me a pep talk while feeling up his biceps, and Pacci was readjusting the outfit around his groin.
He really needed those balls to stay still during the show.
Although a slip-up would not have hurt Christopher’s chances…
Hunter Pallow and Chris’ father also quickly passed by the changing room to give him a few words of encouragement.
Apparently, Hunter had seen the leaked “bath pictures” with Mister Hottie Georgia while Jay had not.
For some reason, Chris’ old man was still under the impression that this show, since he would be televised, would be much tamer that Mister Hottie Nebraska.
Spoiler alert: it was about to get much worse!
Or much better, depending on how you are looking at it…
Anyway, after literally months of anticipation, it looked like the conservatives who were still trying to prevent the audience from coming in the venue and the show from happening altogether had failed.
The arena was packed!
At 9PM sharp, the host, Stephen Camel, - one of the biggest stars of Channel 5 -, was opening the ceremony and the Hotties were rushed behind the stage by an anxious member of the staff.
Each hunk would be introduced in the alphabetic member of the State he was representing, meaning that Christopher would go on stage on the 28th position.
He was right between Montana (a favourite in the betting odds) and Nevada (who was mainly there to promote his X-rated page but had not gained any traction since his selection).
Each contestant was to be presented with a package segment featuring clips from their local and state elections, a couple pre-record interviews, some more behind the scenes stuff, and finally, with one the pictures from the morning photoshoot.
As he was waiting for his turn, Christopher was able to hear Mister Hottie Mississippi, Missouri and Montana’s portraits.
He could also hear the loud cheering of the audience.
This was nerve wracking to say the least.
Fifty hunks, avid of fame and fortune, debuting in the most controversial show of the decade, probably in front of the highest ratings Channel 5 had known in years, and in a venue with more than 6.000 spectators screaming, chanting and sometimes booing the contestants.
Mister Hottie Montana going right before Chris was wearing an incredible outfit, leaving his entire thigh and most of his ass (at least on the sides) visible, while managing not to look vulgar.
This truly was a prowess and it did not help Christopher calming his nerves.
God! Montana looked so damn good!
The handsome man also appeared to be confident as fuck as he was about to introduce himself to the entire country.
However, and it was somehow reassuring for Christopher, New Hampshire who was waiting for his turn not too far away from him looked like he was about to puke.
Christopher prayed.
*Please, make sure I don’t throw up all over the stage…
Please God, I cannot fall or pass out…
Pease… Just no humiliation…
Anything but no mishaps… I beg you… Please…*
He would be walking barefoot which was great to avoid slipping with uncomfortable shoes.
That was his very last thought before it was, - freaking finally -, his moment to shine.
“Please welcome to the stage… Mister Hottie Nebraska, Christopher Price!”
Damn!
That was really his name, being called in front of millions of viewers… It was truly happening.
Christopher could hardly believe it.
He was about to become the star he was promised to be.
His legs were shaking but he had to go.
Miraculously, as soon as his bare feet touched the wooden stage, it was like every anxious thought disappeared from Christopher’s brain.
The stage fright vanished instantly.
Chris’ mind was a blank, like an out-of-body experience of some sort, as if he was not really the one parading on stage in his thousands of dollars sexy outfit.
The feeling was incomparable to the previous elections he had taken part of.
The stage was immense, much bigger than the State pageant, and the crowd made of thousands of people was almost unreal.
The audience was in the dark and seemed far away, so much so that it was impossible to catch a glimpse of his father, Hunter or even Jason who had promised Chris he would come to support him during the show.
He was also barely hearing anything, the host’s mic was covered by the applause and it was tough to tell if people were chanting his name, mocking him, or encouraging him.
As Chris took place where he was supposed to, on the row in front of Mister Hottie Iowa, his sixty-second presentation clip was aired on a large screen behind him.
“Hey guys, I’m Christopher Price, I’m 21 years old, I’m an actor and I’m proud to be your Mister Hottie Nebraska 2024.”
He heard himself say in the pre-record interview.
Christopher took a look at his portrait that he was discovering for the first time.
They had provided some content to the production team but the Committee had ultimately been the one making the edits and had the final say over anything which would be aired that night.
Again, it felt like Christopher was looking at someone else.
There was a montage of him cat-walking in a suit for Mister Hottie Western Nebraska and then being crown a winner, naked and drenched with cum, at the State level pageant.
They showed the moment when Hunter and Joaquin lifted Christopher in the air, his dick bouncing and the cum flying around.
There was also a bit about his fainting on stage.
It made sense. This incident had put him on the map after all.
The voice-over called him “the come-back kid!”, or rather “the cum-back kid!”.
That comment made the entire arena laugh.
Such a strange feeling…
At the very end of the introduction clip, a picture of Christopher standing tall, naked and hard in the bathtub was shown to the audience and to the millions watching from home.
If anyone had any doubt, this would certainly not be a family show.
But Chris did not care.
He thought he looked extremely hot on that picture and he was right. A wet, hard and shredded Hottie.
This was the kind of photographs which make you win a national pageant.
Christopher barely had time to take the full measure of what was happening that already, they were moving on to Mister Hottie Nevada.
They had fifty studs to present and the show had to keep moving at a rapid, almost unsettling, pace.
A sea of barely naked Hotties was soon invading the entire stage making people confused as to where to look among the muscles, large thighs, bare asses sometimes, and even cocks’ slip-ups happening under the Greek tunic.
Aside from a cape and a belt, Mister Hottie Arizona was stark naked!
You really had to pay attention to every corner of your television’s screens.
By the way, social media was going absolutely wild and #MisterHottie2024 was already trending worldwide.
It was a parade of oiled chests, shameless hunks, and juicy bodies all over the place.
Here come the fucking Greeks! Right?!
*
Mister Hottie Alabama, Mitchell Parker
Mister Hottie Alaska, Cody Palmer
Mister Hottie Arizona, Kurtis Dawson
Mister Hottie Arkansas, William Dapper
Mister Hottie California, Flynn Mosby
Mister Hottie Connecticut, Hwam Kim
Mister Hottie Delaware, Mark Harrison
Mister Hottie Florida, Navier Jackson
Mister Hottie Georgia, Derek Scott
Mister Hottie Hawaii, Kai Mahoe
Mister Hottie Idaho, Jason Borrow
Mister Hottie Illinois, Damian Viper
Mister Hottie Indiana, Jabari Taylor
Mister Hottie Iowa, Aiyden Anderson
Mister Hottie Kansas, Theo Fisherman
Mister Hottie Kentucky, Bryan Cooper
Mister Hottie Louisiana, Clayton Turner
Mister Hottie Maine, George Row
Mister Hottie Maryland, Toma Morales
Mister Hottie Massassuchests, Max Dentons
Mister Hottie Michigan, Chante Wilson
Mister Hottie Minnesota, Max Dentons
Mister Hottie Misssissipi, Hassan Chopra
Mister Hottie Missouri, Alfonzo Lopes
Mister Hottie Montana, Gaston March
Mister Hottie Nebraska, Christopher Price
Mister Hottie Nevada, Paul Dukbert
Mister Hottie New Hampshire, Martin Stroust
Mister Hottie New Jersey, Colin Baxter
Mister Hottie New Mexico, Diego Garcia
Mister Hottie New York – Jesse Pallow
Mister Hottie North Carolina, Patrick Toster
Mister Hottie North Dakota, Owen Roots
Mister Hottie Ohio, Malik Rahim
Mister Hottie Oklahoma, Ekon Smith
Mister Hottie Oregon, Gavin Johnson
Mister Hottie Pennsylvania, Jason Burke
Mister Hottie Rhode Island, Clark Hunt
Mister Hottie South Carolina, Akmad Thompson
Mister Hottie South Dakota, Larry Miller
Mister Hottie Tennessee, Bill Lorka
Mister Hottie Texas, Charles Frank
Mister Hottie Utah, Lucas Borne
Mister Hottie Vermont, Noah Garner
Mister Hottie Virginia, Michael Dorton
Mister Hottie Washington, Joon Bahek
Mister Hottie West Virginia, Gary Coleman
Mister Hottie Wisconsin, Gunther Park
Mister Hottie Wyoming, Marvin Ophmer
*
The introduction segment lasted for nearly a full hour and once every hunk was on stage and on display in their revealing costumes, - Mister Hottie Wyoming closed the first segment under a lot of applause -, people were invited to vote at home for their favourites.
The panel of ten judges were also requested to cast their votes.
Among them, soap-opera and reality television stars, renown photographers and directors as Romalvo and, of course, the president of the entire organization, Flynn Pollard and his creepy snaky face.
The dude literally looked like Voldemort.
Christopher heard a familiar voice explaining the voting system.
In a booth below the stage, Petra, - of all people -, had gotten the gig of co-hosting the event with Stephen Camel.
She was wearing her traditional red lipstick and red dress and although she was literally only saying phone numbers, she seemed to be living the highest point of her entire career.
Christopher’s heart was beating fast and loud in his bare chest.
Should he have worn a cape to look more elegant? Should he have shown even more of his ass? Some of these dudes had really gone the sexy route…
Had he done enough? Or maybe too much? What if the country as a whole did not want to endorse his shameless pictures?
Fuck… He had nearly blown a dude to get a spot in the following round.
He deserved this!
Afterwards, the Hotties were asked to walk backstage to change into their swimsuits for another catwalk which would occur right after the commercial break and before the announcement of the top 12.
Every motion had been choreographed beforehand.
In the spirit of equity, the first men who were introduced were also the first ones to leave the stage, following a very precise path to make sure the audience and the cameras could catch every bit of their anatomy.
The atmosphere was frantic.
When it was his turn to walk back, Christopher noticed his legs heavily trembling again but he powered through it and he even mustered the courage to send kisses to the camera closely following him.
“From 50 to 12, come back after the commercial break to see our Hotties in their beautiful swimsuits and find out who will survive this deadly first round!” Stephen Camel announced.
On social media, everyone was talking about Cody Palmer, Mister Hottie Alaska, whose penis had been visible for nearly forty minutes on live television.
There were gifs of his junks bouncing around everywhere.
Dang… It meant that one less spot was available in the top twelve since the young Alaskan would for sure qualify.
The moment of truth was coming…
Comments
Chole
I want to read more about Mr Georgia and Christopher. They make a great couple. Mr Georgia is so hoot, no doubt why Chris is doubtful about his sexuality. He needs someone to teach him how to feel pleasure with another man.
Devin
Wow! What a chapter. Christopher has come a long way from when he started, to where he is today. Coming from a small town, with a very straight father, I’m not sure how dear old dad will feel about the photo of him in the bathtub, on his knees, looking like he’s happily sucking dick. Christopher might just be thrown out of the house, possible run out of town. It’s still my hope that he won’t become a porn star. Yea, hooking up with men would definitely be hot. And I beg you Thomas, please don’t let him have sex with his pervert of a manager. Looks like the ending is cuming soon! Can’t wait.
