Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 22:39:50 EDT
From: BEN FROM NY
Subject: Photographic Developments, Part II

I suppose I should have known there would be no going back. My "one time"
experiment with gay sex turned out to be so hot I found myself teetering
on the brink of conversion. Not only that, but apparently I was doing
such a good job at my supposedly temporary job taking photographs for a
gay erotic magazine and web site that I was offered a long-term contract
at a rate of pay that was impossible to refuse.

The main difference, I discovered, was that I could no longer do my job
without frequently sprouting an enormous hard-on. Whereas before, I had
just looked at the naked male models performing sex acts of every
description as little more than objects that needed to be properly lit
for correctly exposed and nicely composed photographs, now everything I
saw through the lens of my camera seemed highly erotic to me.

At first I felt embarrassed that the models might notice - my dick is
pretty big so an erection isn't easy to hide. But I soon discovered that,
not only did they notice, they seemed to take it as a compliment and it
even inspired them to perform at a higher pitch of sexual excitement.
After a while I gave up on trying to conceal my excitement and began
wearing clothes that would make my package more, rather than less
visible.

Soon, I was coming up with new scenarios for the models to act out. I
began to conceive of each photo session as a coherent series of
sequential images, depicting an encounter between two or more men from
beginning to end.

With my new appreciation for male bodies, I began to notice that I had
developed a habit of constantly checking out other guys' packages
wherever I went. Seeing a nice bulge in a pair of jeans, or noticing a
fat cylinder snaking down a trouser leg of a man's suit was fast becoming
a high point of my day. If this was a turn-on for me, I reasoned, it had
to be a turn-on for a lot of the magazine's readers.

So I began setting up sequences that started off highlighting the bulging
crotches of my seriously well hung models. I liked telling a story in
pictures, showing two guys admiring each other's baskets, then one of
them, casually, would start fondling the other and little by little they
would undress each other, gradually exposing all they had to offer to
each other.

Sometimes, during a shoot, I couldn't resist coming out from behind my
camera to adjust a pose, demonstrating exactly where I wanted them to
place their hands, and usually copping a feel in the process.
Occasionally, while enjoying the feel of a guy's cock and balls through a
jock, or a pair of thin cotton briefs, or even skin to skin, his eyes
would meet mine with the clear unspoken message, " after we finish taking
pictures it's going to be play time."

With the arrival of summer, I thought it would be a good idea to get out
of the studio and take a group of models to the Hamptons for a two-day
photo shoot. Sex in the dunes, I called it. It turned out to be one of
the hottest spreads I ever did. So many sizzling studs on the hot sands
in such small bathing suits with such big bulges.

When the series was finished I sent everyone back to the city while I
stayed behind to take a short vacation - my first in almost a year. The
next morning before breakfast I decided to take a long walk on the beach.
The old me would have worn a pair of baggy surfer shorts, but now I
couldn't think of a single reason not to be more uninhibited than before.
I put on a pair of skimpy briefs made of pale yellow lycra that outlined
and emphasized every detail of my circumcised cock and heavy balls in a
way that was much more provocative than walking down the beach naked
would have been.

I walked down a long stretch of public beach where, at this early hour
there was hardly anyone about. Continuing down the shoreline I came to an
area of private homes - mostly simple summer cottages, but some were much
more elaborate and expensive looking. There wasn't a soul to be seen at
all along this stretch of beach. But after walking on a little further I
noticed a figure coming through the waves, returning to shore from an
early morning swim.

He stepped out of the ocean and onto the beach just ahead of where I was
waking. I stopped and stared, transfixed. He was gorgeous; tall, well
built and handsome, with shoulder length blond hair and sea green eyes.
He was also totally naked. Stopping to pick up a towel that he had left
on the sand, he smiled at me and said, "Nice day, isn't it?" I may have
mumbled something in reply, but I was completely distracted. He was
toweling off his hair, and taking his time about it, letting the towel
cover his face long enough for me to take a good look at the impressive
piece of meat hanging between his legs.

"Do you live around here?" he asked me, draping the towel around his
broad shoulders.

"No," I said, "I'm just here on vacation - staying at the motel down at
the other end of the public beach."

"That's a long walk - It must be a good mile and a half from here." He
pointed to one of the more charming and well kept cottages. It was
separated by a wide stretch of sand from its nearest neighbors on each
side. "That's my place," he said. "Have you had breakfast? I'm going to
make some eggs."

I followed him up to his house, unable to take my eyes off the undulating
muscles of his rock hard and totally smooth ass. We entered the house
from the deck, through sliding glass doors that opened directly into the
kitchen. He threw his towel on a chair and taking ingredients out of the
refrigerator said, "Please, make yourself at home." I sat at the kitchen
table. He was still naked and made no attempt to cover himself in any
way.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, "but when I'm here at the beach house I
never put anything on unless I need to go out."

"I don't mind if you don't mind," I answered.

"I'm Evan, by the way," he said.

"Will," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Will. Eggs?" he asked. I nodded. "Scrambled ok with
you?" I nodded again. "Coffee?"

"That would be great," I said. "Thanks."

"Is there anything else you'd like?" he said, walking over to my chair.
"An appetizer, maybe?" He was now standing so close to me, his cock was
hanging just inches in front of my face. Our eyes met. We smiled - we
both knew there would definitely be appetizers before breakfast. With my
right hand, I reached out and cupped his balls. My left hand found its
way to his round ass and gently pulled him towards me. His cock hung a
good six inches, completely soft, and was nice and thick. I swallowed the
whole thing and sucked gently, enjoying the sensation of him growing
inside my mouth. In no time he was fully hard and much larger than I
could fit in my mouth at that angle.

"Sit on the table," I said.

He hopped up on the kitchen table and sat with his feet resting on the
arms of my chair. His balls hung over the edge of the table and his big
cock pointed at the ceiling. "This," I thought, "is going to be a good
breakfast."

I leaned towards the table and went to town on his cock while playing
with his big heavy hangers. I loved the feel of his oversized orbs in my
hands, and I loved filling my mouth
with his juicy cock. While I was sucking him I kept thinking how nice it
would be to keep his erection in my mouth all day, tasting the sweet
pre-cum that dribbled from his slit at a steady rate. I could feel him
getting closer and closer to the edge. I thought about backing off a bit
to make it last longer, but I couldn't wait to taste his load. I
intensified my sucking while pulling a little harder on his balls.

I was soon rewarded for my efforts. His spurting cock deposited seven or
eight powerful shots of cum in my mouth. It tasted really delicious to me
- thick and sweet. I savored the taste and feel of it on my tongue for a
minute and then did something that I never would have imagined doing in a
million years. I let his copious load dribble out of my mouth and onto
his hairless chest, and then licked it up again. This was so hot that I
did it a second time. The third time I dribbled it out all over his cock
and balls and again licked it up, finally swallowing my sweet reward.

"Trade places," he said. I swung myself up onto the table and he dropped
into my chair. My throbbing cock was straining the stretchy fabric of my
swimsuit to the max. Evan seemed to get off on the sight of it. He
admired it just with his eyes for a minute or two and then began to graze
it very lightly with his fingertips. I couldn't help making small
whimpering noises.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he said. But apparently he couldn't wait any
longer for his treat because just then he pulled the waistband of my
trunks down and tucked it beneath my balls, making appreciative noises as
he exposed what had been barely hidden beneath the yellow lycra.

He began by licking my balls. Slowly and deliberately he explored every
inch of my sack with his sensitive tongue, paying special attention to
the place where my scrotum met the inside of my thighs. That is such a
sensitive area for me I had to moan aloud. He looked up and grinned. Then
he took the fat head of my cock in his mouth and gradually lowered his
lips down the length of the shaft until they were nestled in my pubes.

Pulling on my balls with one hand, he used his other one to stroke the
lower half of my cock while pumping the top several inches in and out of
his mouth in a steady rhythm, swirling his tongue round and round on the
underside of my cock head as he did so. His expert ministrations paid off
within a few minutes. The power of my orgasm surprised me. My cock was
spurting wildly in his mouth. I could feel seeming endless quantities of
cum shooting out of my piss slit. My hips were bucking but he managed to
hang on, forming a tight seal with his lips, and managed not to miss a
drop.

I felt so completely drained and wrung out I had to lay back on the
table, my body totally limp. He pulled himself up and laid his naked body
down on top of me, planting his lips directly on mine. I opened my mouth
to receive his tongue and felt my entire load pour into my mouth from
his. It felt so sexy. We traded my cum back and forth a few times and
then both swallowed whatever remained in our mouths. Evan noticed a glob
that somehow had escaped and was now stuck to my cheek. He licked it up,
saying, "mmm."

"After breakfast," he said, "how about if we drive over to the motel, get
your things and bring them back here?"

"Why not," I said. "I don't have any special plans for the rest of the
week."

"I do," Evan said. "I plan to spend the rest of the week here with you,
naked, fucking each other's brains out."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.