Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2018 14:58:24 -0700 From: Jim J Subject: A Price To Pay (Part 2) A Price To Pay Part 2 (A "Cum Diaries" Story) The "Cum Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story "Modeling". That began an ongoing conversation with DB in England about his experiences. Mr. Needham – The Photographer Each year, the school had a professional photographer come in and take pictures for the annual yearbook. Students were given a chance to purchase copies of those pictures in various sizes and quantities. The morning of picture day, Davey's mother fussed over him more than usual before he left for school. Since he wore the same uniform blazer, slacks, shirt and tie as all the other boys in the school, she concentrated on his blonde hair. When it was time for his class, they went to the room where the photographer was set up, jostling and teasing each other in an unruly line in the hallway awaiting their turn. When his name was called, Davey went in, handed the money and picture order to the assistant and stood in front of the white screen as the photographer directed. After a few shots, the session ended and Davey turned to leave. "One moment, young man," the photographer said before Davey reached the door, "may I have a word?" "Of course, sir, what can I do for you?" Davey answered. "I was wondering if you ever did any modeling? You carry yourself well and I have need of a boy like yourself for some upcoming shoots." "Ah...no, sir...nothing like that," Davey answered, both surprised and perplexed by the statement. "Well, if your parents would agree, I'd like to talk to them about you doing a modeling session with me," he continued then rummaged through a bag at his side and pulled out a business card and handed it to Davey. "Have your mother or father call me to discuss it." "It's...it's just...my mother," Davey stammered as he took the card. "OK, that's fine, please have her call me," he said dismissively and turned to the next student. ********** At first Davey's mother was skeptical but since the card looked genuine and quite professional, she gave Mr. Needham a call the next day. After a short conversation, she agreed to take Davey to his studio the next Saturday morning to learn more of the details of his offer. They took a bus across town and about a block from the bus stop, found his studio nestled in a small strip mall along with a bookstore, barber shop and beauty salon. A buzzer sounded as they entered the front door and a moment later, Mr. Needham appeared from the back. Davey thought he looked pretty fit for an old man that had to be at least in his mid thirties like his mother. He greeted them warmly and after the exchange of a few pleasantries, he offered to show them his studio. As they walked to the back he explained to Davey's mother that he, as well as his clients, mostly advertising agencies or clothing catalogs, required a signed standard legal release for every separate shoot by the model or, since Davey was a minor, by a parent. The area in the back consisted of a whole suite of rooms. Two areas of the main room were set up for photography, with lights suspended from the ceiling, others on portable stands and two different colored screens as well as other items on tripods Davey didn't even recognize. On the walls, large cork bulletin boards were covered with photographs of models of all ages. Mr. Needham pointed out the changing and equipment rooms behind closed doors before ushering them into the well equipped dark room. Davey was impressed and thought his mother was as well. As they finished the tour, Mr. Needham explained he had two contracts coming up that required a young boy model, one for summer athletic clothing and the other for a breakfast cereal. If Davey's mother agreed, he wanted to do the first shoot in a couple of weeks and, he added, she was most welcome to sit in on the sessions. As a bonus, in addition to the standard hourly rate for modeling, Davey would get to keep any of the clothing items he wore during the shoots. That sealed the deal for his mother and as she read over the release form, Mr. Needham had Davey go into the changing room and take off his jacket, pants and shirt and then hand them out so he could get the correct sizes to order from the clothing maker. Davey closed the changing room door behind him and quickly stripped off his pants and shirt, He stood behind the door as he handed them out to Mr. Needham. He turned around to look at the room while he waited for his clothes to be returned. His dick instantly stiffened in his underwear. The walls were covered with photographs of men of all ages, from boys his own age or younger to fat old men with graying hair and big bellies. Most of them were totally naked. Some had obvious erections. He grew up in a very religious house with just his mother and had never been exposed to anything even remotely as risque as those pictures. Even in the locker room after showering, he never saw anything quite like them, pictures that Mr. Needham clearly took, displayed on purpose and knew Davey would see in the changing room. Before he could fully understand what he was seeing, there was a knock on the door, Davey opened it without thinking, his hard three and a half inch dick pressing straight out against the fabric of his underwear. Mr. Needham stood in the doorway, his arms extended with Davey's clothing. He glanced down at Davey's hard on, grinned and winked before handing him the clothes. Davey thought he saw a bulge in the older man's crotch before he turned away and Davey closed the door. When he emerged from the dressing room, Mr Needham insisted on taking some pictures of Davey with his mother. He promised to have the finished prints ready for them when Davey came over for the first modeling session. Upon learning they planned to take a bus home, he also insisted on driving them, chatting animatedly with his mother while Davey rode quietly in the back seat. His mother seemed quite taken with Mr. Needham, happily recalling the visit to the studio and speculating about Davey's modeling over dinner. Later that night, Davey lay in bed thinking about the pictures on the wall of the dressing room and wondering if he really saw a bulge in Mr. Needham's trousers. When he started to cum, he muffled the grunts and yelps of his orgasm with his pillow. ********** About two weeks later, Mr. Needham called to say the clothing arrived and wanted to schedule the first shoot. He picked Davey and his mother up the next Saturday morning. His mother sat off to one side as Davey posed in different outfits. She quickly became bored when she realized how repetitive the shoot was. After that one time, she didn't bother coming along with Davey again, to the ultimate relief of both him and Mr. Needham. While Mr. Needham was totally professional at all times and he was in fact something of a perfectionist. The shoot was for an athletic clothing catalog, soccer and tennis outfits. Mr. Needham fussed around with every outfit Davey put on, smoothing a bit here and tucking a little there. After about two hours, he called an end to the session, saying he wanted to see the proof sheets before deciding if he had enough. He gave Davey an envelope with his pay and suggested to his mother they stop at a bank and open a savings account. A few days later, Mr. Needham called to say he needed to reshoot some of the pictures and arranged to pick Davey up after school and bring him home when they were done. Davey found himself getting aroused again when he changed in the dressing room. He wondered why Mr. Needham never said a word about those pictures, although some of the ways Mr. Needham touched him while adjusting the clothes made his little dick stiffen. The session ended and Mr. Needham again paid Davey for his time before giving him a ride home. As they pulled to a stop in front of Davey's house, Mr. Needham reached over and put his hand on Davey's thigh, squeezing gently. Davey could feel his little dick stiffening again. "You did very well today and I think I will have lots of work for you in the weeks and months to come," Mr Needham said with his fingers rubbing up and down the inside of Davey's thigh, stopping when the edge of his little finger brushed over the tip of Davey's hard dick. After he got out of the car, Davey went straight to his room and stood in front of the mirror to jerk off. He was positive he saw a large bulge in Mr. Needham's crotch when the photographer barely touched his little dick. ********** A month or so later, Mr. Needham stopped by the house one evening. He brought along a couple of magazines and a catalog that contained pictures of Davey wearing a variety of outfits. His mother was very pleased and thanked Mr. Needham profusely. After that, she made sure Davey was available to Mr. Needham at any time he wanted. Davey began regularly going to Mr. Needham's studio, typically about once every two weeks, after school. There were always new clothes to wear and one time he wore pajamas while eating several different kinds of breakfast cereal. Davey became used to Mr. Needham touching him intimately as he adjusted a pair of shorts here or brushed aside a strand of hair from his cheek. Such tactile contact at times sent a pleasant shiver through Davey's body, although Mr Needham never made a comment about that or the obvious stiffie occasionally protruding from Davey's crotch. On each return visit to the studio, Davey did notice some of the pictures on the walls changed. Mr. Needham apparently had other models. Davey also noticed that there were some of him in the changing room, including one with him pulling off his shirt off as he changed it in the studio. He could clearly see the outline of his three and a half inch cock pressing against the tennis shorts. The idea that other boys and men saw that picture while they changed their clothes excited Davey yet again. Clearly, Mr. Needham also had seen his arousal. At the end of one session in the middle of winter, Me. Needham told him he had a new project and Davey was his first choice to model. He wanted to ask in advance just in case Davey would be embarrassed. The product was swimwear for a catalog directed toward competitive swimmers, the kinds of suits that were sleek and tight and basically hid nothing. He assured Davey the photographs would not be seen by the general public and probably not in their area at all. He suggested they needn't tell his mother, in case she would be concerned the pictures were too risque. Davey agreed and a few days later went to the studio for the shoot. Davey immediately noticed that things were a little different this time. When he entered the studio, he saw six very skimpy swimsuits in different colors carefully arrayed on a table next to the camera and tripod, not in the dressing room as usual. "Today, we need to do things other than the regular routine," Mr Needham said as he looked Davey over critically. "You know the camera will pick up every little thing so we have to get rid of any marks on your body from your socks or underwear and such." He had Davey strip naked right there, then put on a cover up that was something like one of those cheap plastic ponchos people bought on the street when they got caught in a sudden rain. It wasn't exactly clear but it didn't hide very much either. Then Mr. Needham had him sit on a chair with a rubber cushion for twenty minutes before carefully examining every square inch of Davey's naked body. Davey didn't even notice his little dick had stiffened noticeably until Mr. Needham chuckled and made a comment while lightly brushing a hand over Davey's bare ass. Davey was mortified but Mr. Needham just teased him a little. "Don't worry about it, lots of guys get aroused when they are naked or posing in skimpy outfits. You're just one of them. So put on the first suit and I'll photograph you from the back first so you can get soft again." As Davey turned to pull up the swimsuit, Davey thought he caught a glimpse of a large bulge and tiny wet stain on Mr. Needham's trousers. He didn't even notice the clicking of the camera as Mr Needham clasped his ass cheeks in both hands and adjusted the suit, pulling it down slightly as he did so. With every touch, Davey's cock stiffened and throbbed even more. Over the course of the next hour or so, Davey stripped in front of Mr. Needham and tried on each of the swimsuits without bothering to go to the dressing room. He posed in a large variety of ways as instructed by Mr. Needham, although he failed to see how some of the positions had anything to do with swimming. ********** A couple of days later, Mr. Needham called to say he needed to do a reshoot. Davey's mother didn't know about the swimsuits so she readily agreed for Mr. Needham to pick Davey up the next day after school. "I have a confession to make," Mr. Needham said softly as they pulled into the parking spot at the back of his studio. "we really don't need a reshoot. I was just saying that so our mother would not ask any questions." Davey wondered about that as they walked inside. Mr. Needham stepped over to a small table against the wall and opened a box sitting on it. "You looked so good doing the swimsuits," he said, "so I thought we might try this underwear." He dumped out the box and four different colored garments skidded across the top of the table. They were undies, but not the white cotton kind with a wide elastic band to which Davey was accustomed. These were much skimpier and felt like silk. Each was different but had one thing in common...they didn't cover very much at all. "I think you are the perfect model for these," Mr. Needham said in a husky whisper as Davey looked the undies over," but I may have to take a lot of the shots from the back." Davey blushed remembering his dick stiffening in the swimsuits. Then he nodded and smiled his agreement. It turned him on to even think about putting one of those things on to please Mr. Needham. Before Davey could even move, Mr. Needham reached for another box and dumped it on the table. "I have some in my size too," he murmured and picked up a pair to dangle from his fingers, "so what do you think?" The only thinking Davey was doing by then was with the little head between his legs. They laughed and giggled together for a few minutes. "I will if you will," Mr. Needham finally manged to somehow get around to blurting out. "Why don't you take one of these and go change in the dressing room." Davey turned and walked to the dressing room. As soon as he opened the door he stopped short. There were a number of new pictures taped to the mirrors on the wall...pictures of him...naked...with a rigid cock...in various positions. Obviously, Mr. Needham took them when Dave modeled the swimsuits, at those times while he changed from one suit to another. At this point, Davey full realized Mr. Needham was propositioning him. Up until then the context had been about modeling but right then, in the matter of a minute or two, it wasn't any longer and even a naive twelve year old recognized that. He stripped naked and put on the silky underwear then turned to see himself in the multiple mirrors. He was slightly aghast that it left most of his butt bare except for a thin strip that practically disappeared between his ass cheeks. The side panels were little more than strings and the front, a velvety pouch pushed decidedly forward to a point by his rock hard dick. Davey was somewhat embarrassed looking at himself but also immensely turned on. He knew right then where this was more or less heading...and he wanted to go there. When he walked back into the shoot room, Mr. Needham was sprawled on the couch with his legs spread wide. The black pouch he wore covered practically nothing, with the head of his stiff cock sticking up slightly at the waist. If anything, the pouch made his erection even more prominent than if he was naked. "So, it seems we both like posing like this," Mr. Needham grinned. While Davey was as stiff as the older man, that fact made Davey a little less self conscious about his own hard on. Mr. Needham picked up a camera and took a couple of pictures. Then he told Davey to turn around slowly, snapping even more pictures all the time. Finally he had Davey bend over for the last set of pictures. When he was done, Mr. Needham put the camera aside and told Davey to come over to the couch. He took Davey in his lap and dragged his hands over Davey's chest and up and down the inside of his thighs. Davey moaned lowly at those touches and his body tensed when Mr. Needham brushed his hand lightly over his throbbing little dick. Davey could feel the older man's throbbing cock pressing against his ass. Like Chris showed him, Davey squirmed around until the rigid shaft split his ass cheeks. He kept wiggling as Mr. Needham's breathing became ragged and he gently squeezed Davey's dick. Then Mr. Needham pushed his head close to Davey's ear, his lips brushing over the lobes and his hot breath blowing inside until Davey squirmed even more, the growing tingle of an orgasm surging from his crotch. "Have you done anything like this before?" Mr. Needham cooed and licked the edge of Davey's ear. Davey nodded his head and squirmed. "Your hand?" the older man asked with another lick to the inside of Davey's ear. Davey nodded again and moaned lowly. "Your...mouth...too?" Mr Needham whispered hoarsely and slipped his fingers around Davey's hard dick inside the pouch. Davey nodded a third time, feeling the first droplets of precum smear against Mr. Needham's fingers "Show me!" Mr, Needham commanded. With that, Davey climbed down off his lap and pulled the little black pouch holding Mr. Needham's cock and balls off to one side. Mr. Needham's throbbing dick popped straight up. Davey wrapped one hand around the shaft, bowed down over it and took the pulsating knob into his mouth. Mr. Needham was only slightly bigger than Chris but it felt much larger and fuller in Davey's mouth. He slobbered all over it and rhythmically moved his head up and down, taking it ever deeper into his throat. With one hand, Davey stroked the rest of the shaft that would not fit into his mouth. With the other, he reached down under Mr. Needham's balls and snaked his finger up between the older man's ass crack and probed the tight sphincter of his anus. He felt Mr. Needham's asshole clench and from his experience with Chris, knew the older man was right on the edge of shooting his cum. He tried to pull his mouth away but Mr. Needham grabbed the back of his head and held him close. The first spurt of cum filled his mouth and, when he did twist his head away, the rest splattered all over his face, onto his hair and all over his smooth bare chest. Mr. Needham gasped and grunted until the last droplets of his cum dribbled from the tip of his deflating cock. Then he slumped back and appeared for a moment to be asleep. Davey waited for a minute then started to get out from between Mr. Needham's legs without disturbing him. "Hold on," the older man said softly and wrapped his arms around Davey's chest, "we're not quite done yet." With that he pushed Davey backwards on to the couch and pried his legs open wide. He knelt on the floor, pulled the pouch off Davey's cock and balls then licked his way up the inside of Davey's thigh until he could engulf the three and a half inch cock with his mouth. Davey quivered and experienced a whole new level pleasure as Mr. Needham sucked his throbbing dick into his mouth. He began to thrash his hips against Mr. Needham's face, the orgasm growing in his crotch spreading to every cell in his body. He groaned loudly as Mr. Needham threaded a finger into his asshole, finding a sensitive spot that Davey didn't even know existed. When he shot his cum into Mr. Needham's mouth, the older man swallowed every drop of his watery semen and kept licking and sucking the deflating dick until Davey begged him to stop. They lay quietly for a few moments until their ragged breathing became more normal. Davey went to the dressing room, wiped the crusty cum from his chest and face and put on his clothes. Mr. Needham presented him with his payment envelop containing more than usual. "For the special modeling," he said with a wicked grin before dropping Davey at his house. That night, Davey masturbated so long, and climaxed so often, thinking about the session that he practically feel asleep during his classes the next day. ********** That began a long relationship. Whether Mr. Needham had a contract or not, Davey went to the studio at least once every two weeks until he graduated from the catholic high school and left town for the university. When there was legitimate modeling to be done, they would still find time to suck each other before Davey went home. If there was no specific job, Davey still posed, usually naked while lewdly touching himself and masturbating for Mr. Needham to photograph. After a time, he learned to use the equipment too and took his turn behind the lens as Mr. Needham posed obscenely for him, often with some of the much younger boys Davey recruited from the physical education class. ********** (I do welcome any comments and will try to respond to all I get at aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com. Please remember that NIFTY needs your support. If you want the stories to continue, it's up to you to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html)