Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 17:00:22 -0400 From: Z McGuire Subject: Rescott Brothers Photo Session - Part 1 of 7 Rescott Brothers Photo Session - Part 1 of 7 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@hotmail.com Hey, my name's Nate Rescott. I'm your average 28 year old gay guy, and I wanted to share a story with you about how my relationship with my older brother, Dan, changed forever... Dan and I have always been close. I came out to my ultra-conservative parents at 17 and although they took it quite badly, Dan's always been there for me. Dan married his high school sweetheart, Lauren, when she got pregnant during senior year and now, at 30, Dan started to share with me that the "spark" had gone out of their relationship. Things had gotten stale. Lauren had just given birth to their third son, and she was having a hard time shaking the baby weight and it had really started to affect her self-esteem. Dan desperately wanted to do something special for his wife to reassure her that he still loved her and was attracted to her. Although I maintain a day job as a beancounter at a local accounting firm, my real passion is photography and videography. One night, I was busy Photoshopping some wedding photos I had shot the prior weekend when Dan showed up on my doorstep with pizza and beer. I could tell he was stressed, and he confided in me that Lauren had gotten more and more depressed and, with their anniversary coming up, he wanted to do something special for her. As he watched me edit the pictures, he asked me how business was going and I shared that things were a bit slow now. Then he asked the question that began a course of events that changed our relationship completely. "Hey, has anyone ever hired you to do naughty stuff?" I laughed. "Naughty stuff? You mean like porn? Of course not." "No, no, nothing like that. I mean like those cheesy pictures housewives take, where they're wearing sexy underwear and those feather things." I shook my head at him. "It's called a boa, you knucklehead. And, yeah, I've done some boudoir shots before." "Wow, really? Can I see some?" "No, perv, they are for the owner's eyes only." He nodded his understanding and scratched his head. "So, I guess because you're gay you mostly do that for other gay guys, right?" "What makes you think that? Nah, I've only done it a few times and it was always women." "Oh, I just figured you might feel strange taking naughty pictures of women." "Dan, you know that rumor that gay dudes turn into a pillar of salt when they see titties is actually grossly exaggerated." He laughed and plopped down on my sofa. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just that... well, I was thinking about something, and I wanted to get your opinion." "Shoot." "Well, I was thinking that it might be cool for Lauren if I had some shots like that done for our anniversary. Just to kind of spice things up a bit, you know, to get her engine running, so to speak." "TMI!" I exclaimed. "Look, bro, I love Lauren like a sister, but I don't want to hear about her engine running!" "Sorry, sorry." He turned beet red and fell silent and it suddenly occurred to me that he was actually serious and was feeling a bit self-conscious. You see, if there was one thing I knew about my brother, it was that he was definitely what you'd call an exhibitionist. As far back as I could remember, Dan seemed to enjoy parading around with no shirt on, or walking around the house in the tightest shorts or jeans he could find. So this wasn't exactly an out-of-left-field thing for him to consider. "Hey," I said, joining him on the sofa. "Are you serious about this? You really want to do that for her?" "Yeah," he said. "I've been thinking about it. I mean, I'm not talking anything outrageous, maybe just some suggestive things, show off what I got while I still got it, you know?" Something happened when he said that. I can't describe it, but in my entire life I'd never looked or thought of Dan as anything other than my kinda-dumb older brother. But something in the way he said "show off what I got" made me think of him as a man, and a sexy man at that. You see, now that I considered it, Dan easily had the kind of body I went for in guys. He was tall, had a dark tan from years of working outside doing construction, a solid and burly (but not outrageously muscled) frame and he had the distinctive Rescott hairy chest. (I also had the fur, as did our dad and even Dan's oldest son was starting to show signs of being a furball.) I felt a slight stirring in my jeans as I considered this. I swallowed hard and tried not to show any sign of excitement. "Sure, bro, I could do that for you if you really want to." "Awesome!" His face completely lit up. "I gotta tell you, the whole idea scares me a little bit. I'm not a model, but I really think she'd like it and I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it except for you, Nate." We agreed to shoot the pictures the following Saturday, as I told him that would give me ample time to do the preparation needed to have the set completed and printed by his anniversary. I had prepared my studio with a white backdrop, and had brought out a few props to set the scene; a leather sofa, a stool, a faux library vignette and a weight bench. Dan showed up right at noon and surprised me by carrying several hangers of clothing, a duffel bag and a six pack of beer. "I wasn't sure what to wear, so I brought options," he explained. "And liquid courage!" He glanced around the studio and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, bro, this is awesome. Really professional!" "Were you expecting a bare light bulb and Polaroids?" I teased. "Pretty much, yeah!" "Oh ye of little faith. Why don't you crack open one of those beers while I hang up your clothes and we can talk details?" "Sounds good." Dan sat down on the leather sofa and stretched out as he sipped his beer. I brought out a rolling garment rack and took a look at what he'd brought. First was a sharp black suit, one I'd seen him wear before at weddings and funerals. Next was something more casual, a pair of khaki shorts and a blue button-up shirt. Finally there was a pair of jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. Not terribly sexy choices, but I could make them work. I felt a pang of disappointment as I started to wonder if Dan and I were on the same page. I suspected he was thinking more "Sears Catalog" whereas I was thinking more "Randy Blue." "What's in here?" I asked, indicating the duffel bag. "Oh just a few pairs of shoes and belts and stuff like that." Boring! I thought, dropping the bag on the floor. I got my camera ready and returned to the set. "Ready for me to put something on?" he said, starting to get up. "Nah, stay put for a bit, let me get a few test shots to see how the lighting is and whatnot." "Okay," he said, sitting back. I casually circled around the scene, snapping pics of him reclining on the leather sofa. He was still wearing what he'd shown up in, which was a pair of grey sweats and a blue sweatshirt. It wasn't very formfitting, but there was something relaxing and casual about it that was sexy. "Do you need me to... uh... pose or something?" He asked. "Nope, just relax and be yourself. These are just test shots. Go ahead and finish your beer." "Easiest job ever," he said with a smirk. I snapped a photo of his face and glanced at the image on my camera. He was effortlessly sexy, so this might end up being better than I thought. After about five minutes of adjusting the lights and rearranging the set, I told him to go ahead and put the suit on. He padded to the changing room with the suit slung over his shoulder and the duffel bag in his hand. When he returned a few moments later, I couldn't help but say "Wow!" "Yeah, it looks good, huh? Lauren always says I wear a suit really well, even if it's not very often." Lauren was right. Standing in front of me was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Now, as I've said, I've seen Dan wear this suit before, but there was something about the way he was standing, or maybe it was the lighting, but he looked incredible. He adjusted the cuffs, which allowed me a few seconds to take him in. The pristine white shirt had been freshly pressed, and it fit him at the collar perfectly. He had a tasteful patterned tie on, in a perfect knot. The jacket was snug, but amply accentuated his broad chest. The pants were perfectly tailored and snug in all the right places and his shoes were polished and clean. He had come prepared. "Um, okay then, let's get started," I said, gulping and trying to keep my cock from rising. "Why don't we start with a few shots of you just standing up?" He followed direction easily, as I snapped away. I had him do profile shots, close-ups, anything I could think of. "Hey, bro, these are probably gonna be nice, but maybe I should add a little spice to the mix, what do you think?" He gave me a cockeyed grin as he started pulling his tie loose. "I'm, uh... just following your lead, Dan, whatever makes you feel comfortable." "Cool, cool." He kept his gaze fixed on the camera (which, in turn, felt like he was staring straight at me) as he slowly removed the tie. I kept snapping pic after pic. As the tie fell to the floor, he turned his back to me and looked back over his shoulder as he slowly slid his jacket off. God damn this was hot! He slung his jacket over his shoulder and turned back to face the camera. Turning this way and that, he was giving attitude like he'd been doing this for years. He tossed the jacket onto the couch and leaned against the arm of the sofa. As he did this, the fabric of his pants bunched up and accentuated his package. I tried not to be obvious as I activated the zoom lens and took several shots of his impressive bulge. As I zoomed back out, I noticed he was starting to unbutton his shirt. My heart was beating in my chest as first one, then two, then tree buttons came undone, and I began to see the thick black fur that covered his chest. Again, I activated the zoom. "So, um," he said, breaking the silence. "Do you think maybe we can put some music on or something?" "Of course." I made my way over to the stereo and turned on some jazz music. As the studio filled with the gentle sounds of sax and piano, I returned to the camera. "That's better," Dan said, as he laid back on the couch. "How are these coming out? So far so good?" "Yeah," I stammered, my mouth feeling dry. "Pretty good so far." "I don't know, buddy, I think they can be better." He winked at me as he pulled his shirt open. "Get some good shots of this, she loves my hairy chest." Dear God, I thought silently. Please, please, please don't let me get a hardon... I snapped away as Dan continued to stare at the camera and gently run his hands over his hairy chest. He certainly knew what he was doing. "I want to try something," he said. "Let me know if you think it looks cheesy or is too much, okay?" "Sure... sure." He chuckled and slid the shirt all the way off, tossing it to the floor. He laid back against the sofa and put one hand behind his head, exposing the thick fur of his armpit. He turned his head to the side and began nuzzling his sizeable bicep and then, I kid you not, reached down and began tweaking his nipple. "Fuck!" I whispered, causing him to look back at me. "What, too much?" "No, bro, that's perfect. If you are going for sexy, that's sexy." He smiled. "She always said she thought I put on a good show." "She was right!" He grinned back at me. "Thanks bro, glad you think so too." He continued tugging on his nipple and softly kissing his bicep as I snapped photo after photo. I leaned down to take some close-up shots and heard him gently moaning. He was really getting into this! Unfortunately, so was I... I could feel my prick pressing against the tight confines of my jeans. It was gonna be painfully obvious to my big brother exactly how sexy I thought this was in a very few minutes! Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. Things were going to get really awkward if I didn't do something fast. He trusted me to take these photos, and I didn't want to spoil things or make our relationship suffer, so I had to make an excuse. "Okay, let's take a quick break," I said, quickly turning away. "I need to, uh, change the batteries in my camera. So if you want to get dressed or put on another outfit, you might as well, because I think we've gotten as much as we can out of this angle." "Really?" he said. "Well, okay, but you didn't even get any shots of the best part yet." I turned back to see him grinning at me as he slowly reached his hand down and grabbed hold of his massive bulge. "Belts and shoes aren't the only thing I had in that duffel bag, bro. I brought some other things that Lauren likes to see me in." I swallowed hard. "And don't worry, buddy, I can tell that you like what you see too, and I'm flattered. In fact," he said, licking his lips as he slowly snapped open the suit pants and I saw a flash of bright red from underneath, "you better get those batteries quick because I might show you just how flattered I am right now..." TO BE CONTINUED... Enjoying the story so far? Drop me a line at zanemcguire@gmail.com and let me know! STILL TO COME: "Lauren says I have a great ass. What do you think, Nate?"