Date: Wed, 09 May 2012 20:49:44 +0200 From: Moritz Subject: The Triathlete And His Photographer - Chapter FOUR - Gay - Beginnings Hey guys, This is chapter four of my sixth story. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. I should also like to thank Charles (USA) for all his help in the preparation of this manuscript. In particular, for his additions. I would love to hear what you think about it! Please send me an e-mail at traumfotos@gmx.de and let me know what you think. I am a German from Hamburg. I urgently need HELP for the editing of new chapters of one of my other stories. I have translated my work into English but some of the prose needs a finishing touch. So, if you can spare a few minutes, I would appreciate your advice. Otherwise there will be no new chapter ... sorry! Visiting me on my weblog http://moritz-erotic-stories.blogspot.com (only with stories written by me!). Hope you enjoy! Moritz The Triathlete and his Photographer Chapter FOUR "It's obvious that you are a born photographer. So why not do that for a living? Why wouldn't you want to make money with it?" "Oh, that's simple. If I took photos for a living, then it wouldn't be fun anymore: it would be a job. I'd also have to shoot people whom I don't find interesting from an artistic standpoint. If photography were my livelihood, then I'd be obligated to take pictures of anyone willing to pay for my services. And then there are the people who complain about everything, who want the camera to make them look younger or thinner when they are older and fatter. As an amateur, a hobbyist, I'm not beholden to my photographic subjects: I'm free to photograph whatever and whoever interests me. And to pack up and move on when I feel like it. For example, women have often asked me to photograph them. I've always said no. The female form just doesn't interest me." "So all the photos you have hanging here on the walls are of guys you found interesting and inspired you artistically?" "Exactly. I have to have a connection with the people I photograph, and they have to like being photographed, too. I remember once I had begun photographing a really good-looking young man, only to discover that he was arrogant and autocratic. His inner ugliness overshadowed his outer appearance: it came straight through the camera. After half an hour, I made the first excuse I could think of and sent him on his way. "But does my work ethic really interest you, or is this merely a delaying tactic? Have you changed your mind about our arrangement?" I joked. Miguel smiled at me. "Well, I have to admit, the situation is unusual and strange. After a race or a workout, it's one thing to peel off my gear and hop into the open showers bare assed with a bunch of other naked guys; but to strip down stark naked in front of another guy while he takes pictures is another thing entirely. But no, I'm not getting cold feet. A deal's a deal." With that, he stood up, turned his back to me, pulled off his briefs, and casually tossed them onto the pile. As he did, I admired his perfect round butt cheeks. Now naked, he held both hands over his crotch. Then he turned to me, grinning and a little embarrassed. "OK, boss: now what?" "Up on the wall are all the classic and popular body poses, each of which I'll be asking you to assume. Basically, all you have to do is copy the poses you see on the wall. I suggest we start with the simple pose on the extreme left of the wall and work our way from left to right." Miguel said, "Ah, now I see what the artwork is for. Pretty clever of you to hang such a practical manual right on the wall. I gotta tell ya, it's not so easy to follow directions when you're naked and have to hide your private parts." This time I had to grin. "You don`t have to cover your crotch. For me it would be ok." "Yeah, really funny." Miguel looked thoroughly at the first picture, "Well, where should I stand? Window again?" "No, this time we use this wall over there as background." Miguel and I played with different poses; at first his primary concern was to make sure his crotch was covered, either with one or both hands or by strategically lifting one leg or the other. His skittishness lasted a little while, but once he realized that lightning was not about to strike him dead, he found his confidence again completely. Soon we had gone through all the various poses I wanted to capture, and the photo shoot was drawing to a close. "I'm starting to feel like I've been naked since last Tuesday. You got any other nude shots you want to take, or are you satisfied at last?" Miguel said, half joking and half serious. I noticed, he now wanted to come to an end. I could have continued for hours taking pictures of this beautiful young athlete; but Miguel was clearly growing tired and uncomfortable, and I didn't want to antagonize him. "I think I've done enough pictures for today." "Thanks," he said, stretching. "Man, I thought triathlons were a bitch! OK, I'd like to see all the photos, as we agreed. Could I have the camera?" I gave him my camera, which due to the large, light-sensitive lens, was a little difficult to hold and operate with just his right hand. But his normal inhibitions had returned once the shoot was over, and his left hand was once again officially in charge of covering his crotch. Or so I thought. But then he did something I'd never have expected. With his left hand, he casually stroked his penis until it began to grow in length and girth. Preoccupied with the camera, Miguel now afforded me a clear view of his genitals. His already impressive penis continued to grow. Unlike many other men, Miguel did not have a large, low-hanging scrotum. He was instead compact: his testicles fell just slightly below his penis. Both as an art photographer and as a gay man, I have seen many penises in my day; but somehow each one was unique. The variations seemed infinite. Miguel's penis was long and slender, with a flared glans. His penis mirrored his slim, athletic proportions. Suddenly, I realized Miguel was grinning at me. "You're really fascinated with my dick, aren't you? You can't take your eyes off it, I can tell!" he laughed. "It's all right, look as much as you want. I don't mind displaying the family jewels, as long as it's `eyes only.' Go ahead, sit in the chair and I'll stand a little closer. As a photographer, you're always looking for the best angle, aren't you?" he joked. Miguel's directness made me blush like a schoolgirl caught hiding in the boys' locker room. Miguel had to laugh again. "Moritz, don't be embarrassed. This is part of our agreement, one I hope will benefit us both for a good, long time. Since you won't take money and since I don't have any to give you, boldly taking you where no man has gone before will have to be payment in kind. At least until my Web site goes viral and I make my first couple of millions. "Look, do you really think I didn't notice that each time we sat in front of the computer, you took the opportunity to check me out from top to bottom? I have no problem with it. It's a price I'm more than willing to pay, and you're worth it. And besides, somehow I have to keep you well entertained, and the visitors to my Web site (and I hope also soon to YouTube) coming back for more. So have a seat: show's about to begin." I sat there, Miguel in front of me. Again he laughed, "Moritz, I'd never have guessed that you were such a shy guy. C'mon, why don't you spread your legs a little farther apart, and I'll move in even closer." So I did, and Miguel moved up until he was about 6" from my face. "Oh, just one thing," said Miguel seriously. " Look, but don't touch." I nodded. Then he began poring over the photo display while I stared at his genitals. At this distance I could even smell the subtle fragrance of his natural musk. As are many German males, Miguel had been circumcised in such a way that his foreskin barely covered the glans. After some 5 minutes I asked Miguel, "Maybe you could even pull your foreskin all the way back so I can see the glans?" "Hey, now you'll really outrageous!" he said sharply, startling me. Then he smiled again and said, "Relax, I'm just kidding. I think I can do that." With his left hand he pushed back his foreskin. "Just for you, Moritz." This young man really had energy and strength. He knew exactly what he wanted and how far he would go to get it. He was joking and teasing with me now, but beneath the surface he remained a strong-willed young man. After I had ogled Miguel 7" flaccid penis for about 5 minutes up close and personal, he shook his hips so his penis would swing tantalizingly back and forth. Then he turned to the side so I could look at his amazing ass cheeks, his penis, and his testicles in profile. Shortly thereafter Miguel had finished going through the shots. Apparently having no complaints, he resolutely handed me the camera and stepped back. "Moritz, congratulations: you pass! I stood here more than 10 minutes bare-assed with my matching three-piece set inches from your face and you still followed the hands-off rule. I bet most other gay guys wouldn't have that much integrity and self-control—no way. They had just grabbed what they desire. I know now that I can really trust you. You're a man of your word. We're gonna make a hell of a team, Moritz! "For my Web site, the nudes are of course a non-starter, but I still want to have copies of them. Never know when they might come in handy as calling cards," he joked. "Seriously, I'm really happy with your work, how the nude shots turned out. In none of them can anyone see my junk, just as you promised. Well, a little pubic hair shows here and there, but no big deal. And I think you've made me look pretty good butt-naked, even if my grandma might not approve. If we can stick to our agreement, we've got a win-win situation here. You'll get full credit for your amazing finesse with a camera, and the popularity of my Web site will grow and grow. All I have to do is keep my visitors satisfied with new and interesting shots and angles. Then he casually nudged my calf with his bare foot and said, "Course, to get those, I guess I'll also have to think about how to come up with new and interesting ways to keep my photographer, and new business partner in a good mood. "But now I really must hurry, otherwise I'll be late. How about you copy the photos for me while I put my clothes back on? That would be nice." As I quickly copied the photos for Miguel, running through my head over and over was what he had just said: That he would always be trying to think of new ways to keep me happy. Did he realize what he was saying? ... to be continued ... except I will find a editor Visiting me on my weblog http://moritz-erotic-stories.blogspot.com (only with stories written by me!).