Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 23:45:20 EDT
From: BEN FROM NY
Subject: Photo Developments, Part I

A few years ago my photography studio went into a slump. I had made good
money all through the 90's doing product and fashion photography for some
of the best advertising agencies in town. My only problem at that time
was that my wife would become intensely jealous whenever I spent the day
shooting one of the incredibly beautiful fashion models who were sent to
my studio from time to time. It was very profitable work, but the
jealousy and the ensuing fights proved too much to bear and the marriage
ended. It was only after the breakup that I began taking a personal
interest in any of the models and dated one or two of them for a while.

When the recession hit, most of the advertising work dried up and I was
beginning to find it hard to make ends meet. I also had a lot of time on
my hands. One of the trainers at my gym noticed that I was working out
more during business hours and asked me about it. I told him that I just
didn't have any clients at the moment and working out until I was
exhausted was the only thing that could get me to stop thinking about my
troubles for a few hours at least.

He said he might have a solution for me but wasn't sure I'd care for his
idea. I asked what he meant and he proceeded to tell me his cousin, Ed
had just lost his long time photographer and was desperate to find a
replacement because he had a deadline coming up. After a little more
prodding he told me what the deal was. His cousin was the editor of a gay
erotica magazine and web site. He explained that the job entailed
photographing models and actors in various states of undress and
sometimes even having sex with each other. The idea certainly didn't
appeal to me but the bills were piling up relentlessly and I had to have
some work. I knew that this kind of work paid very well and agreed to go
talk to the guy.

When I reached his office a very handsome young man brought me coffee
while I waited for Artie to get off the phone. I looked around as I
sipped the coffee. The walls were covered with large color blow-ups of
incredibly good looking naked men. Now, I've photographed my share of
male models for magazine ads, but very few of them looked like this. Not
only did they have handsome faces and perfectly toned and tanned bodies,
but in the pictures featuring frontal poses, the men were all extremely
well endowed. I couldn't help comparing myself to them. I was in great
shape, and had always thought of myself as being pretty well hung, but
these guys made me look average by comparison.

To make a long story short, Ed needed someone who could start right away
and work long hours for at least the next two weeks. And he was willing
to pay top dollar. I put aside my scruples and accepted the job. He began
showing me back issues of his magazine and then opened up his web site
and told me to browse through it to get an idea of the kind of thing he
was looking for. Mostly the photos were grainy and badly lit and I had
enough professional pride to want to make good photographs no matter what
the subject matter. I told him I could do a lot better and he said,
"Good. Do it."

The first week I was kept busy constantly and the time flew by. I had
never really thought about exactly what gay men did with each other
before, so I was getting quite an education. I photographed men having
sex in every position imaginable, and in some I could never have
imagined. But by and large the poses fell into three categories -
sucking, rimming, and fucking, and various combinations thereof.

Late one night I was finishing up the last series of the day which
featured two men giving each other blow jobs. My assistant had already
gone home and it was just me and the two models in the studio. When I
moved in tight for the close ups I started becoming fascinated with how
this one guy, Paul was able to take the other man's huge cock - it had to
be well over 10 inches long and very thick - all the way down to the
root. When I finished my last roll of film I couldn't resist asking him
how he was able to do it.

Without a touch of embarrassment he explained the technique in detail, as
calmly and mater-of-factly as if he were describing how to change the air
filter on your car. He said it was essential to completely relax the
throat muscles and to learn to turn off your gag reflex, which took
practice. "Also," he said, "with a really big cock like this," taking the
other guy's cock casually in his hand to show me, "you need to put your
head back at an angle to straighten out your throat, sort of like a sword
swallower in a circus - like this." He demonstrated once again for me,
this time with no camera seperating us. "It takes some effort," he
continued after removing that giant tube steak from his mouth, "but
knowing how insanely great you're making your partner feel really helps
to keep you motivated."

"Does it really feel that great?" I asked Artie.

"Are you kidding?" he replied. "Hasn't anyone ever done this to you?"

I shook my head. I'd been with plenty of women who didn't mind giving me
blow jobs, I told him, but none of them ever took more than a few inches
into their mouths. "And you don't mind doing it?" I asked Paul.

"Mind! Are you kidding?" he said. "You have to really love cock to be in
this business - otherwise you wouldn't be able to stay hard for the
camera. I love it. And deep throating someone, especially someone with a
real horse cock like Artie here, is a bit of a challenge. But that makes
it all the more satisfying, knowing you can get that entire monster down
your throat. The bottom line is that you have to really love sucking
cock. And I do."

I thought about this. I had always imagined it would be totally gross to
go down on another guy. But I had to admit that when getting head from a
woman I never once felt as if I were asking them to do anything
disgusting. "You really like doing it?" I asked him again.

"Would you like a personal demonstration?" he asked, leering. I blushed.

"Well, to be fair," Artie said, "not everyone can actually have the
experience of being. deep-throated. You really need to be at least seven
inches and preferably more in order to really feel what it's like having
your cock down someone's throat."

I blushed even more, and not without some embarrassment said that
wouldn't be a problem in my case. I couldn't believe I was even having
this conversation with two naked porn stars. And I was shocked to
discover that my cock was beginning to wake up in my pants.

"Why don't you get undressed and come lay on the bed here with us so we
can show you what it feels like?" Paul said.

"Oh, I don't think so," I started to say. But suddenly a pair of hands
was opening my belt buckle and starting to unzip my pants and I didn't
seem to be putting up much of a struggle. Soon, he had my pants down
around my ankles and, staring at the bulge in my briefs he said, "Hey,
Artie, I think this is going to be fun - the guy is really packing.

Before long I was laying naked on the bed, propped up on a couple of
pillows, watching these two hunks licking the insides of my thighs.
Gradually they worked their way up to my heavy, low-hanging balls and
started giving them a tongue bath that felt like heaven. Soon, each of
them had one of my balls in his mouth, sucking, pulling, licking. My cock
was now throbbing so hard I could see it pulse and jump with each beat of
my heart. Now Paul started licking slowly up the shaft of my cock while
Artie remained where he was, licking and sucking both my balls now. I
didn't know how much more of this I could take before exploding, but they
were just getting started.

I drew my breath in sharply as Paul took the fat head of my cock into his
mouth and began gently sucking on it, gradually increasing the pressure.
He started working more of it into his mouth, but then quickly pulled
off, looked up at me and said, "You know, you really have a big cock,
dude." And with that he took it back in his mouth and in one swift motion
swallowed the whole thing. His lips were locked tight around the base of
my cock and I could feel the muscles of his throat massaging my most
sensitive organ.

"Let me have a turn, Paul," Artie said lifting his head and letting my
balls fall from his mouth. Soon it was Artie's lips around my root, and
his nose in my pubic hair.

Paul sat back for a moment and watched. "You know what else," he said,
"You have an extremely nice body." I would have thought it would be
incredibly embarrassing to have someone watch me getting a blow job from
another guy, but in fact that made it seem even sexier. And I kind of got
off on hearing him compliment my body. I worked very hard to keep myself
in shape, and the work paid off with hard, chiseled pecs, nicely,
muscular arms, and a totally flat, hard stomach.

By now, I was moaning in intense pleasure. Then he said, quite
matter-of-factly, fondling my balls while Artie's mouth made love to the
head of my cock, turning me practically to jelly, "You know, there's just
one thing that can make getting a first class blow job feel even better."
I looked at him quizzically, wondering what on earth could possibly make
this feel any better than it already did.

"What?" I asked, mouthing the word - I wasn't able to make my voice work
properly.

"Having a cock in your mouth at the same time," he said.

"Oh, no. I don't think so," I said. "I mean I can't even believe I'm
letting you guys do this to me, but I couldn't possibly . . ." My voice
trailed away as I noticed that Paul was now kneeling by my head and his
cock was just an inch or two from my mouth. I guess I was staring at it
because he said, "Kind of mesmerizing, isn't it?" he said, grinning.
Suddenly I felt his warm, blunt cock head brush against my lips. Oddly, I
didn't do anything to stop him. ""What the hell," I thought, it's now or
never, and I opened my mouth. I figured this was the one and only time I
would ever experiment with gay sex, so I might as well have the whole
experience.

Paul didn't need any more encouragement than that and he leaned forward,
depositing maybe two inches of his long cock (nine inches I estimated -
he seemed about an inch longer than mine) in my virgin mouth. I closed my
lips around it and noticed the warmth of it. It felt firm and slightly
spongy all at the same time. It was not unpleasant.

"More?" he asked. I nodded. He fed me another two inches, and then began
working just that much of his meat slowly, gently in and out of my mouth.
This was actually kind of fun, I thought. Then I tasted something very
sweet. I realized it must be his pre-cum. I had tasted my own once so I
could tell what it was. Surprisingly, I liked it and soon found myself
feeling glad that Paul seemed to produce quite a lot of pre-cum. Jesus, I
thought. What a mind-fuck. Here I was sucking a cock for the first time
in my life, while getting an incredibly proficient blow job from another
guy. And, as much as I hated to admit it to myself, I was loving it.

I put my hand on Paul's ass and pulled him closer, wanting to see how
much of it I could take, but I began to gag violently and had to take his
penis out of my mouth entirely to compose myself.

"Easy, tiger," he said. No need to take the whole thing on your first
try. Just take as much as feels comfortable and relax and enjoy it. He
swung one leg across my body and was now kneeling above my head. With my
head propped up on two pillows it was very easy and relaxing to just lay
there with my lips open while he gently fucked my mouth.

I could feel myself getting close to cumming and knew it was going to be
intense. The closer I got, the more I was getting off on this big, juicy
cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. As I could feel the cum building
up deep inside of me, a new thought popped into my head - I wanted to
taste Paul's load. I wanted him to keep fucking my face until he erupted.

I didn't have long to wait. He said he was going to cum and started to
pull out, but I grabbed the cheeks of his ass in my two hands and held
him where he was, nodding affirmatively as he looked questioningly into
my eyes. "Oh, oh, oh," he started moaning loudly, and before I knew it I
could feel his cock squirting its thick, sweet juice into my waiting
mouth. There was so much of it. I didn't know what to do with it all -
swallow it? Spit it out?

Paul solved this problem for me. Pulling his softening tool from my
mouth, he leaned down and kissed me deeply, sucking his load off my
tongue. We continued kissing like that for a minute, sharing the sticky
load back and forth, when I suddenly felt myself going over the edge and
my cock began to shoot deep into Artis's throat. Artie pulled part way
off in order to get a taste before I was done shooting, but he needn't
have hurried - I continued to shoot one gob of cum after another - more
than I ever had in my life - onto his waiting tongue as my body was
racked with the most intense and long-lasting orgasm I could remember.

Paul and I had just had powerful orgasms, but it dawned on me that Artie
hadn't cum yet. And the photo session earlier, I realized, hadn't had any
cum shot, so Artie must have been feeling like he was about to burst. I
thought about how it felt having Paul's meaty cock in my mouth, and what
his cum tasted like, so thick and good, and realized that maybe, just
maybe, this wasn't going to be an isolated experience after all. I looked
over at Artie who was lying on the bed next to me. He looked totally hot
lying there in all his naked beauty. Wonderful body -- tanned, lightly
covered in golden fur, with a thin film of perspiration over his perfect
chest and six-pack abs. And that amazing cock - huge, swollen, and
throbbing, with a big mushroom head and a pearl of clear, sweet pre-cum
nectar forming at its tip.

What the fuck, I thought. "Artie," I said, "would you like a blow job?"

End of Part I