The Young Electrician 1

The Young Electrician Chapter ONE - Gay – Beginnings

Date: 20-06-2014

Hey guys,

This is chapter ONE of my twelfth story. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

I should also like to thank Edward, Boston, Massachusetts (USA) for all his help in

the preparation of this manuscript. In particular, for his additions. And some

corrections by Rob (UK).

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 need help improving some new prose. 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.

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Hope you enjoy!

Moritz

The Young Electrician

Written by MORITZ – Hamburg – Germany ©

Edited by Edward, Boston, Massachusetts (USA) (and Rob, UK)

I had received a letter from my landlord. He informed me that in the next few days the

electrical circuits in my apartment would be checked, along with those of all other

tenants, in particular, new outlets and light switches would be installed. This amused me

and I had to grin. A few weeks ago I had read in the newspaper that there had been

more and more cases of household fires and damage due to faulty electrical systems.

Therefore, the insurance companies had forced the landlords to check the electrical

systems in their properties. If they didn´t, then they would have to pay higher insurance

premiums or declined insurance.

A few years ago the announcement of such contractor's visits would have angered me

as it had meant that I had to remove everything which suggested that I was gay.

Nowadays, I don´t care if any workmen or other unexpected visitors come to my

apartment at short notice as I am content with my sexuality. I am a very keen amateur

photographer. On all the walls of my apartment are copies of photos I had made. In a

couple of photos you will see landscapes or cityscapes, but most of them are of my

favorite subject - good looking athletic young men stripped to the waist, or even totally

naked.

My apartment was scheduled for inspection on the Friday morning. The night before I

had a photo shoot in my living room. I'm a bit lazy, half of my living room still had my

photo equipment all around when the electricians came and I opened the door to them.

Actually, I had expected only one man, but in front of my apartment door stood three

men. After a short introduction and welcome, I let the men into the apartment.

My gaze fell on the youngest of the three electricians. He was a little shorter than me

and was probably still in training, because he looked like he was just 16 or 17 years old.

The three men began to divide the work around the apartment among themselves and

immediately went to work. While one craftsman changed the fuses in my main supply

electrical switchboard and fusebox, the second checked electrical wiring and systems; it

seemed to be the job of the young electrician to replace the outlets and switches.

Of course, the men noticed the `unusual' photos on my walls. But they said nothing.

However, when they walked into my living room and on the left saw the photo

equipment, one of them said, "Look, Jamie, if you still need some nice pictures, you can

have him take some here for you. You just have to ask the guy if he will take a few of

you. This will save going to the studio and maybe even save some money, too."

All three laughed and I laughed with them as indeed my living room did look like a

professional photo studio.

The workmen seemed to have definite timelines and went quite quickly to work. I

sincerely hoped that they would not take too long to do their work. All three men

worked in completely different parts of my apartment. Interested, I glanced around

to see who was doing what.

I found myself focusing on the youngest guy. He was dark-haired and had a pretty face.

Because of his loose fitting work wear, you could not make out much of his body, but

when he sat on the floor next to a socket he was replacing, his pants stretched tight, it

was obvious that he had quite muscular thighs.

I chatted alternately with each of the men. The young guy seemed to be rather shy.

When I talked to him, he looked me in the eyes only briefly. Probably, he had concluded

from the pictures on the walls that I was gay. Maybe, he wanted to keep his distance

from me to what was absolutely necessary. I understood this so I stopped watching him

so closely.

After about 45 minutes, the three men had done their work and said goodbye to me. As

the youngest craftsman left my apartment, I could see that he threw some very

interested glances at my photos in the hallway.

After the workmen had left my apartment I had a look round to inspect their handywork.

I was particularly pleased with my bathroom. The new outlets and light switches they

had fitted to the walls were much better than the old ones and were also very modern.

Now they were gone I could once again focus on my real job and get into my office and

back to my computer. I am self-employed and usually work mostly at home in my

apartment.

In order to discipline myself and keep organized, I had a set ritual for my daily routine. I

have divided my day into sections with fixed preferences. Morning and afternoon I

usually work on my computer and, then in the evening I had free time.

It was around 4 o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. I

wondered who it might be as I was not expecting anyone. I opened the door and there

stood an attractive young man. He was wearing black jeans that were almost skin tight

emphasizing his fantastic legs. He also wore a tight T- shirt. At first glance you could tell

that this young man either did hard physical labour or spent several hours a week in a

gym. He had a really neat athletic body.

It was only when I looked more closely at his face, I realized that the young man was one

of the three electricians who had visited me that morning. Instead of his work clothes,

he now wore clothes that young men favoured when they went out in the evening. He

must have also freshly showered and styled his hair as had the scent of a fragrance

currently very popular among young guys. He was a real eye-catcher.

"Hi, sorry to disturb you, I am one of the electricians from this morning. I think I must

have left one of my special work tools here this morning. If you don´t mind, I'd like to

take a quick look around unless you have already found it somewhere."

"No problem! Do come in. However, I haven't seen any tools lying around, but you are

more than welcome to look."

First, the young man went into the living room to the places where some of the new

electrical outlets were installed. He searched for his tools and then looked at the photos

on the wall."

"These are very nice photos you have hanging here. Did you take them all yourself?"

"Yes. I don´t do it professionally, but more as a hobby."

"But the men in the photos look like professional models. Are they friends of yours?"

"Some yes, others are more just acquaintances."

"And are they professional models?"

"Two of them actually do modeling, the others not. If you take enough time, then

everyone can look like a professional model on camera. Beauties are now often created

on the computer." I joked.

"Everyone? You mean even me?"

"Of course. I can´t see any reason why you should not look just like the photos, and

these other young men. I only need to find out what is your best side."

"I think I know now where my tools could be. In the bedroom where I also replaced

some electrical outlets."

He walked slowly toward the bedroom and looked at the photos there. In the bedroom,

he found his tools under my bed. Somehow, I just got the feeling that the young guy

may have left his tools behind intentionally.

"How much do the men pay you for the photos, if I may ask?"

"Ah, they don't pay me as I do this all for fun. I must say though, I am expert in erotic

photos. If someone just wants to have pictures of his face, then I send him to a photo

studio. That's what I'm not interested in. At least a man should be willing to be

photographed shirtless. Most men, however, are comfortable to be photographed in

underwear or speedos, and some even completely naked."

"I like your photos. I would also like to have some photos of myself taken by you. Would

that be possible?"

"You want me to photograph you?"

"That would be great," said the young man, a little shyly.

Photographing timid men is exhausting usually and often the photos turn out to be

rather dull. I was very skeptical.

"I would love to photograph you. You are very handsome and you cut a great figure. You

seem to be quite shy though. If you want to create erotic pictures, then you have to

have fun and get out of yourself a little. How about if we go into the living room and talk

briefly about it. Can I offer you something to drink?"

"Gladly. Do you have Cola?"

"Yes, I do. Sit down in the living room while I go to the kitchen and get us each

something to drink."

For visitors, I always keep two or three bottles of Cola in the house. I myself try to eat

more health consciously. Cola was not good for health, so I don´t drink it, although I

must admit that it tastes damn good.

"Here's your drink. Since I didn't know if you prefer drinking from the can or from a glass,

I have brought you a glass as well. I am Moritz, by the way."

"Thank you. My name is Jamie."

"That is a very nice name. It suits you. I don't photograph minors. How old are you,

Jamie?"

"I turned 19 three weeks ago," Jamie said, and was a little red in the face. My question

seemed to have hurt him. Aha, I thought, we may already have found the cause of

Jamie's shyness. He suffers from the fact that he looks much younger than he actually is.

"Jamie, I am delighted that you want me to take photos of you. In order to make photos

such as you see here on the wall, there needs to be a good relationship of trust existing

between photographer and model. The model must trust the photographer completely.

To me you seem a little shy. Have you ever thought about why you are shy?"

Jamie looked sheepishly at the floor.

"Jamie, of course you don´t have to talk to me about it, if you don´t want to. But I think

that it would be good for you if you do."

I leaned back in my chair and gave Jamie time to think about it. Since it was obviously

hard for him to talk about it, I said, "I think people are usually shy, because they feel

inferior in some way or other. They may even feel they do not meet a specified standard.

Therefore, they keep to themselves thinking they are lacking something. There can be

misconceived physical reasons. So, either one can be thicker or thinner than another, or

one is much larger or much smaller than the average, or one does not believe he has a

special talent for something interesting. Perhaps the reason could be problems at school

and he thinks himself to be stupid--something like that."

Jamie had listened attentively to me. Then he said, "At 19 I still look like a little boy. In

addition, I have this impression reinforced because of my height."

"Frankly, I had thought that these two reasons are why you're maybe a little shy. On

both counts, I can tell you absolutely that neither your body size nor your boyish looks

make you inferior in any way. Each of us humans differs in someway from the norm. I

think that's fine. It would be terrible if we all had the same body size, if we all have the

same hair color, all the same hobbies, etc. Look how different a European, an Asian, an

African and a Latin man looks, but each of them can be very attractive.

Let´s take the look of your face. For me, it was actually the exact opposite. Ever since I

can remember, I have always looked three or four years older than I actually was. When

I was your age, I was terribly disturbed by that. Now, it does not bother me anymore

that I look older than I actually am. It's just the way it is.

Regarding your body size, I'm a little taller than you and yet I have wished for many

years to be a lot taller than I am. A few weeks ago, I encountered an incredibly attractive

young man with the exact body size I had always wanted for myself. I told Mike that

openly. Mike just laughed and told me that he really wished to be smaller than he is now.

I was also incredibly surprised. I never expected that someone would say something like

that to me.

I asked him why he would like to be much smaller. It came from two reasons. First, he

passionately loves playing football (US soccer). For a football player, he was much too

large. Second, in his spare time, he was in a group of acrobats. And as an acrobat, he is

actually much too tall. The other group members always laugh at him when he did a

somersault. Because he is so tall it would take him longer to rotate himself around. So

when he did a somersault, it looked as if everything was happening in slow motion.

I have photographed many very good looking young men. Not one of them was one

hundred percent satisfied with his appearance. No one is in all respects up to the

standard without a cosmetic surgeon helping him. A lot of cosmetic surgery these days

results in absolute horrorific results. Our requirements regarding appearance are

completely warped. No one has to be perfect.

Who says these are the right standards? Who, actually, has the right to determine such

standards? I have now set my standards myself, and they are just for me.

I bet you that one day you will meet that exact person you have been wishing for and

for that person you will be the perfect match. And you will be the one because you have

the height and the youthful look that are to this person so appealing. If you don´t

comply with the requirements of your work colleagues, your friends, or your lover, then

you have to look for new ones. You are unique. You are already perfect now, just as you

are and the way you are. Incidentally, I think that you look very, very attractive. I find

your pectoral muscles particularly impressive. Were they always so well defined or did

you get them only through special training?"

Jamie smiled at me. His shyness appeared now to dissipate more and more. A long

conversation before the photo shoot between photographer and model was absolutely

necessary. That breaks the ice and creates a relationship. It is always important that you

get to know each other a little better. Jamie then told me with enthusiasm what specific

exercises he performed regularly to achieve his results. I gave him more compliments on

his muscular body, his beautiful face and also on his superb choice of clothes. His T -shirt

and his trousers went together perfectly and the colours he had chosen were

complementary. He had good taste.

"Okay Jamie, what exactly do you want the photos to do for you?"

Jamie stood up and looked at the photos on the walls. That gave me the opportunity to

look at Jamie's athletic body in greater detail. He had strong thighs and a narrow waist,

and narrow hips. His shoulders were not quite so perfect, they could have been a little

bit wider. However, that was the only flaw I could find in his otherwise impressive body.

Its proportions were otherwise perfect. His narrow hips and his round butt looked great

in his skintight trousers. After I had admired his athletic body while seated, I got up too

and stood beside him. We went through all of them, photo by photo. He then told me

what he wanted to do for photos of himself. While we were talking about the individual

poses, Jamie looked me in the eye with increasing intensity. That was a good sign. He

slowly began to emerge from his shyness. That was important, otherwise, we could not

do the photo shoot.

"Okay Jamie, I now know what you want and how you want it. I think we can start with

the photo shoot now, if you would like to."

Jamie smiled at me with a smile that could melt an iceberg. He had a lot of charm and

warmth. He was a young man you just had to like and in his skin-tight outfit he was also

very sexy.

"As always, I'll start with face images. Then, next, face with the chest after that. Then,

the focus expands to capture your waist and thighs. Then, in the last of the series, I'll be

doing full body shots. You pull off your shirt and thus begins the second series. In the

third series, you pull off your shoes, socks and your pants. In the fourth series, we would

then take photos without underpants. In this series, I can take pictures of you so that

you can cover your genitals or else somehow hide them so they can´t be seen. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Where should I stand?"

During the first series, Jamie was always affable. He had a lot of fun at the photo shoot.

We talked a lot. In the background, as always, was music. Every now and then I adjusted

his posture, his face, his shoulders, his arms or his legs. That gave me the opportunity to

touch Jamie. At first, I did this very carefully. Jamie did not seem to mind. When he got

used to it, I began not only to adjust his posture, but also to feel his body. In particular,

his strong chest muscles and his round butt fascinated me very much. I continued to

give the young man compliments about his athletic body. Jamie seemed to like it, so I

became a bit more courageous.

After the first series, we had a small break and had a drink together. I offered a snack.

In the second series, I would photograph Jamie shirtless. I was looking forward to that

immensely.

"So Jamie, now comes the moment when you take off your shirt. You decide whether

you feel comfortable with me also taking off my shirt, or whether I should keep my

clothes on and only you undress. Each model chooses differently."

I was looking forward to Jamie's response. My experience had shown that whenever the

man also wanted me to take of my clothes, much more came off during the photo shoot

and often the photo shoot would end in my bed.

"I think I'd feel better if I wasn't the only one, you should be shirtless, too," said Jamie

and I had the feeling as if a slight devilish grin flashed across his face.

Hmm, that could be a very interesting photo shoot, I was happy.

"To emphasize your muscles, maybe you should do a few pushups. But please, only a

few, so you do not heat up and start getting red in the face. Do you want me to join you

in the exercises?"

"I think we should do everything together," Jamie grinned.

This sounded very promising. I think Jamie came over for more than me photographing

him.

..... to be continued if I get some feedback ! No reactions – no part two!

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# 2 Nude Modeling For Money – Gay/Beginnings

# 3 The Naked Waiter – Gay/College

# 4 Young Athlete Looking For Sponsorship – Gay/Athletics

# 5 Life Model At Biology Class – Gay/Highschool

# 6 The Triathlete And His Photographer – Gay/Beginnings

# 7 The Naked Diver – Gay/Encounters

# 8 The Tricky Birthday Present – Gay/Beginnings

# 9 The Pizza Boy – Gay/Beginnings

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