Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2016 15:24:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Photo Shoot

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The Photo Shoot

By Simon Peter


"Hello?" I answer an unidentified number on my cell phone as I laze around
in my apartment, in my tight boxers, after taking a shower, sipping my
coffee and smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, hello," a male voice responds. "I hope I am not interrupting. My name
is Rudy Falcon, and I am a free-lance professional photographer."

Hmmm. What's this? I think. "Um... what can I do for you, Mr. Falcon?"

"Well, I have just been awarded a photo-shoot for an ad campaign for one of
the major sports and swim-wear brands. I have been trying to find someone
to use as a model for this campaign. So, I have looked at the pictures of
the male students who graduated last year from your college and I have
marked a few possibilities, you being one of them. Would you be interested
in screening for the shoot?"

I have screened for a porn flick recently. I have gotten the job and the
movie was successful. The money was great. However, it was the size of my
dick and my sexual stamina along with my being a bisexual versatile top
that really got me the job. None of the above would count for a modeling
job.

But what the heck? I could do a photo-shoot. The money would definitely be
welcome.

"Why not?" I reply.

"Great," he exhales. "Is 10 o'clock tomorrow morning suitable for you? My
studio is one block south of the municipality building."

"Yea, I know where the municipality is. I will be there at 10 tomorrow."

"Thanks. I look forward to meeting you and start the screening."

I sip my coffee, inhale smoke, and lie back in my reclining chair,
contemplating my situation.

To be honest, I am actually prostituting my body for money. Is this what I
want to become? A fashion hunk and a porn star? What kind of a profession
is this? After a few years, my looks are going to change and I will not be
considered for such roles. The money from the porn movie has proven to be a
life-savior. The $15,000 (plus the extra $500 for letting a kid fuck me)
that I have made is still helping me meet my financial needs. The
photo-shoot will probably not be as lucrative, but money is money. I might
as well benefit while I can. I am definitely not a movie star. I do get
stared at by women when I walk by, and by a few men as well. I have a
normal, healthy, averagely handsome face, with a light beard, chestnut
hair, lightly haired chest. All in all, a looker. I have a slim but fit
body. I also have a decently sized dick, but I have already mentioned this!

I am not too nervous when I walk into the photographer's studio the next
morning. The place is cluttered with cables and lights and stuff like
that. At the far wall facing the entrance, there is a scene backdrop: the
usual tacky scene of palm trees, blue sea, and sand. This might be
appropriate for a swim-wear photo-shoot, I think. But I would have been
more impressed with something more creative.

Rudy, the photographer, meets me at the door and we shake hands. He strikes
me as a little effeminate. But, who am I to judge people? He is thirty-ish,
with a goatee and moustache.

"Thanks again for coming in, Ed," he croons.

"No problem," I try to sound as masculine as I can. I don't want this guy
to think that I am not masculine enough for the ads.

"We can start immediately, if you don't mind," he says. "You understand
that we have to screen you first before we can decide on whether there is a
chance of you becoming our star." He is looking me all over with pouting
lips. His extremely tight t-shirt shows his nipples, almost poking through
the material. Hmmm. Not too bad looking, actually, except maybe for the
mannerisms and the paunch around his waist.

"Meet Ronda," Rudy says as a very attractive woman enters the studio. "She
is my liaison with the customer and she will attend the screening session."

Ronda smiles and, like Rudy, checks me out from head to toe.

"We can start with a few face shots, Ed. could you just walk over to the
backdrop?" He instructs me to take off my shirt.

I have no idea what I am supposed to do or how I am supposed to pose. So I
just stand in front of the backdrop, my hands hanging limply by my sides, a
little self-conscious. Rudy starts adjusting the camera and the lights as
Ronda stands by, waiting.  As he starts shooting photos, he instructs me to
turn my head sideways, upward, down as if looking at my feet, etc. I follow
the instructions, like a mechanical robot.

The three of us look at the photos Rudy has taken.

"I think we have a great possibility here," Rudy says with a hint of
happiness in his tone.

I have to agree as I look at the digital photos and I am impressed by the
creativity in how the photos have been shot. I do look fantastic in the way
Rudy has angled his camera and has placed the lighting.

There isn't any make-up involved, thank God.

Ronda adds, "The cameras seem to like Ed. I agree, Rudy. Let's try the body
now."

"Ok, Ed," Rudy tells me. "Behind the screen over there, you can change into
whatever outfit you fancy and return for the next screening."

There are a few outfits hanging on a steel rod. I strip and pick a
military-style outfit with jacket and knee-shorts. I put it on and look at
the full length mirror hanging on the wall. Hmmm. Not bad. I can say that I
look pretty hot.

I move out from behind the partition and walk over to the backdrop under
the lights. Rudy takes a few photos, and then he comes over, reaches up,
and undoes the jacket zipper down to just above my navel.

"We need to see some skin, Ed," he says as he stares at my patch of chest
hair and the trail that goes down from it towards my lower
stomach. "Sexiness is a strong selling point in underwear and swim
suits. Try to move up your arm a bit so the camera can shoot a nipple as
well!"

After a few shots, Ronda says, "Ed, zip down the jacket all the way and
undo the top button of the shorts."

Hmmm. That is definitely going to be sexy! I do as I am told and Rudy seems
to be taking hundreds of pictures from different angles, sometimes zooming
in on my abs and flat stomach, my hair trail and the open button of the
shorts. He is probably drooling, I feel.

"Ed," Rudy says, his voice now turning a bit husky, "could you change to
some of the underwear or swim suits?"

Again, I strip behind the partition and pull on a pair of yellow jocks. As
I walk back, I can actually hear Rudy and Ronda take deep breaths. Well, I
have to admit, I have a nice, sexy body. I am 180 centimeters tall (5' 9"),
slim with defined but not overly developed muscles. Although I have body
hair, it is not excessive and it shows in the right places-mid-chest,
around the nipples, the trail down, in the arm pits. My skin is
healthy-white, now beginning to tan since I have started going to the
beach.

Rudy is standing behind the camera. I feel that he is staring at my body
but I can't tell for sure since I am somewhat blinded by the lights in
spite of the sunglasses. I know that I carry an impressive bulge. I have a
big dick, even soft, and the underwear is showing this clearly. I am a bit
excited and my cock has semi-erected, bulging even more.

I stand under the lights and wait. After a few seconds, Rudy seems to shake
himself off his amazement. He says, somewhat throatily, "Ed, that's very
nice. Raise one arm and hook down the waist band to show the upper part of
your left hip."

I do that. Rudy starts clicking away.

"Ed," Rudy finally says, "please, turn around so I can take a few shots of
your butt... ah... back."

I do that also. Rudy keeps giving me instructions to pose in all kinds of
sexy positions: one finger on a nipple, biting my lower lip, arching my
back and thrusting my pelvis forward, and such. By now I am erecting. There
is nothing I can do about that. My cock never answers to my requests. He
has a mind of his own, and right now he wants to show his full size, 20
centimeters (8 inches) of thick cut meat.

When I turn around to face them, Rudy glares at my bulge and moans! Fuck!
That is even more erotic.

"Ah... Ed... Um..." Rudy seems to be out of words.

Ronda comes to the rescue. She quickly says from somewhere in the shadows,
"Could you try a couple more of underwear pieces, Ed?"

"Sure," I say, thankful to be released from this embarrassing position.

I now choose a pair of baggy boxers. This helps in subduing Junior. He
recedes to his semi-erect state, slightly tenting the front. Again, I take
different positions as Rudy shoots more photos, emitting grunts of
satisfaction and giving further instructions. Then I go behind the screen
and slip on a pair of tight red briefs. In the mirror, I like the way my
front shows.

Again, Rudy shoots as Ronda watches.

"There is a pair of black satin shorts, Ed," Rudy says, adjusting the
lights. "Could you try them on?"

I pull up the shorts. Wow! They fit snugly around my crotch and butt and
they feel very sexy. Junior stirs and elongates against the satin
fabric. When I come out, both Rudy and Ronda inhale audibly.  I am already
sweating from the changing of clothes and the heat off the lights, and
beads form in my chest hair patch and on my skin. My bulge is outlined
beautifully inside the tight satin shorts.

More photos. More instructions.

"Well," Ronda finally says, "I need to run these photos by my
supervisor. But I don't see any problems there. You fit what we are looking
for, Ed."

I am very curious about the money, though. "Ah... if I may ask," I say
slowly. "What kind of fees is your boss budgeting for this?"

"Fair question," she says. "But all I can give you now is what we have been
paying other models so far.

It's $250 per 1-hour photo-shoot, whether we use the material or not. For
every photograph we actually use in an ad, we pay $1000 for full rights of
the photograph. If we choose to shoot photos that are sexually focused,
then we can go up to $2500 a photo."

"'Sexually focused'?" I ask inquiringly, intrigued.

"Like the photos we shot of you in the tight blue briefs, with your front
showing your ah... your equipment," she explains somewhat embarrassingly.

I decide to take it a bit further. I want to have everything clear and out
in the open. "What about nude photos?"

Ronda clears her throat, and Rudy fidgets at my question. "You know, Ed,
this is a photo shoot for ads that would appear in magazines and
billboards. We can't have nude models there, can we?"

Rudy, however, clears his throat and says, "But there is one more outfit
I'd like for you to try on. It's not part of the collection, but I need to
see how you screen in it. It's the blue wrestling Speedo with the sports
shoes and socks. Ronda, thanks for coming" he adds gently dismissing her.

I nod and walk behind the screen to change into the blue suit. Fuck, it's
tight. My cock stretches the fabric very provocatively. I try placing it
sideways, but it almost reaches the end of my hip and distorts the shape of
the wrestling suit. Pushing it down, it bulges out and again looks kind of
ridiculous. There is nothing to make my dick go soft, or at least semi
erect. Finally I line it upwards against my belly. It is still very
obvious, but this looks the most acceptable position, and it retains the
basic form of the suit.

When I come out, Ronda has left. There is only Rudy, playing around with
the cameras and lights. He inhales audibly as he eyes me, focusing on my
dick outline. I can see him in my imagination licking his lips with desire
from the expression on his face. I feel he is actually rubbing my erection
up and down with his eyes.

Without saying anything, he starts shooting, helped by one of his crew, as
he gives me instructions on how to stand and what to do with my hands. My
cock maintains the erection. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he announces the
photo shoot over.

I walk back behind the screen and change back into my clothes.

"You know, Ed?" he says as I come out and start to move to the door. I stop
and turn.

"Yes?"

"About the last question you asked Ronda?"

"Yes. What about it?" He was alluding to nude photos, I assume.

"Well, I could contract you for another photo shoot. Not for the same
costumer. Something in line with what you were thinking... you
know... posing in the nude."

I am definitely interested. I notice that the crew has left as
well. Hmmm. "Well, what kind of money are we looking at, Rudy?" I am
curious.

"In this type of photo shoot, we don't pay by the photograph, but by a
series of photos, done in one session. Each series during a session can go
for $3000 to $4000."

I whistle. That's a lot of sweet money.

"But," Rudy warns, "this is all conditional on how you actually look in the
nude and in a state of ah... a state of-you know-erection. From what I have
already seen, though, I don't think you need to worry."

He smiles, running his tongue seductively along his lower lip and I know he
is running the last outfit and my erection in it through his mind-and his
imagination.

"Ok," I respond. "When?"

"Now?" comes the immediate answer.

"Fine. I'll do it. But no sex, right?"

"Ok, Ed," he agrees, wistfully.

Without going behind the screen, I strip. I stand totally naked under the
light and Rudy starts to shoot.

"Play with yourself," he instructs.

I oblige, my cock soon hardening to its full length. Rudy takes shots of me
from different angles.

Handing me a tube of lubricant, he asks me to stroke myself, play with my
nipples, run my hand under my balls, move my fingers inside my ass crack,
spread my cheeks to show my hole, and such. Then he gets closer taking
close-ups of my butt, chest, cock, balls, and thighs. All glistening and
must be very erotic.

"Give me some attitude," Rudy says.

I do. I stand with my pelvis thrust forward, one hand cupping my balls and
the other resting on my waist, my lips pouting and my eyebrows knotted.

"Wow!" Rudy exhales. "Perfect, Ed. We will think of other positions as well
later."

After a while, with Rudy taking his sweet time shooting me from all angles,
he sighs.

By now I have become very horny. My cock is throbbing and I need some
release.

"Impressive," croaks Rudy, as he takes more shots of my cock. I reach out
and pull his head to my crotch. He looks up at me questioningly, but
lustfully.

"I thought you said no sex, Ed."

"Suck my cock, Rudy. This is for free. You've wanted to do that since you
laid eyes on me."

He nods and takes me between his lips, dropping his camera onto the
floor. Boy! Is he a cock sucker!

He treats my penis with reverence: kissing, licking, fondling, gently
stroking. I pull on his hair and thrust into his mouth. He gulps and starts
to swallow the shaft. He goes all the way to the base, like a pro. I pump
into his mouth. He is looking up at me as I fuck his throat. He presses his
lips around the base and keeps them pressed on my shaft as I pull out and
push back in again. He cups my balls with one hand and moans, his other
hand clutching my thigh.

I shoot deep inside his mouth. He gags on my juice but swallows, breathing
hard through his nose, looking up at me to watch me nut, his eyes full of
lusting. I dump more cum into his mouth, maintaining my pumping. Looking
down at him swallowing my sperm, I enjoy the look of gratification on his
face.

"Oh, thank you, Ed," he mumbles, his mouth full of my cream. "Thank you for
letting me service you.

Oh, thank you, thank you."

I pull him up. "The next time is not free, Rudy, and it's not going to be a
quick blowjob." I kiss his cum- covered lips and slap his butt playfully.

He giggles. I know that it will not be long before I drive my hard cock
into his love tunnel and fuck his brains out. He seems to know it too!

"I'm staying at the Sheraton," he mumbles, "Room 1204. And I'm free this
evening."

"You got yourself a date, then," I smile at him. "8 o'clock good for you?"

"Eight is fine," he answers throatily. His lips are still glistening with
his spit and the remains of my cum.

He licks his lower lip.

I reach out and pull him to me placing my mouth against his. He moans and
opens his mouth to my probing tongue. I can taste the saltiness of my
cum. He hungrily sucks on my tongue as I wrap one arm around his head and
the other on his butt. I can feel it ripple under my palm and I know that
in a few hours it will ripple like hell when I fuck it. Rudy's eyes are
closed as I deep kiss him, giving him a prelude of what is going to happen
soon.

A few moments later, we break and I move towards the door. I feel that I
have given Rudy enough material for him to anticipate the best fuck of his
life.

"And Rudy?" I say before leaving. "Don't take my remark very seriously. I
mean about what will happen tonight is free. I'm not a prostitute. Of
course, it's free and I'm doing it because I like you and I'm horny for
you. But I'm serious about it's not going to be just a blowjob. So make
yourself ready for some hot man sex."

I take a deep breath after this lengthy explanation, and give him a lewd
smile grabbing my crotch.

Rudy nods his head with a look of admiration and lust. I know that the
night with Rudy is going to be anything I want it to be. He will service me
in any way I like and I plan to let him do that.

Walking home, I think: Will I charge for the sex? If I do, I will have
accepted my becoming a prostitute, not a very attractive prospect in spite
of the money. I can make money from the photo shoots and the modeling. But
I decide that the sex with Rudy will be for free.

In his room at the Sheraton, I fuck Rudy like he's never been fucked
before.

I start by using my technique of preparation, loosening the rim muscle with
my tongue and spit, and then using my fingers to stretch the hole. As soon
as I feel the puckering quicken, I start rubbing my lubed cock head up and
down the crack, pressing a little every time I pass by the hole, as I
fondle and kiss his lips. My hands are all over his body, squeezing his
nipples, rubbing his chest and his thighs, all the while humping his crack.

When I eventually decide to fuck, I penetrate slowly, spreading his legs
wide with my hands around his ankles, raising his butt for me. I don't have
to fist my cock to enter him. I'm rock hard and I probe forcefully and
steadily until I feel that my cock head has penetrated. I wait a little
until I feel him relax the pressure at the base of my knob. Sliding in, I
go slowly, fitting my cock shaft into his fuck tunnel. It stretches for me
and when I reach the base I can feel the head push at Rudy's insides.

By now Rudy is begging. He really wants to be fucked, and I oblige. Using
long and deep thrusts, I move in and out of him, increasing my tempo
gradually. He bucks and moans under me, begging for more. I sweat as I work
his ass. He rubs my hairy chest and licks off the sweat, his eyes squeezed
shut.

I pound faster and feel my juice build up in my nuts. I know that it won't
be long before I fill him.

Withdrawing from his ass, I sit on his chest, hold the back of his head,
and thrust my throbbing and dripping cock in his mouth. He sucks on the
head and strokes the shaft. In no time, I explode in his mouth. He swallows
as he looks at me. My squirts are strong, hitting his throat. Even after I
finish cumming, Rudy stays on my cock, cleaning it, kissing it, licking it,
as he works his dick until he shoots his load all over his own chest.

All I can say is that Rudy is a great fuck, and I would do him any time,
with or without a photo shoot.