Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2012 19:52:37 +0100
From: traumfotos@gmx.de
Subject: Dirty Tricks At The Photo Shoot Chapter TWO (Revised)

Hey everyone,

This is Chapter Two. I would love to hear what you think about it! Please
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Chapter TWO


"Have you ever measured your hard penis? How big is it, when he is rock
hard? "

"No, I have not measured it before." Answered Marcus.

"Why not? Most men want to know whether his penis is just average or
not. Don't you want to know whether you are bigger or smaller than other
guys? I like to know how I compare with other men."

"It's not important to me. I, uh I ... I've never really thought about it
before. I just figured a penis is a penis." Marcus's face turned slightly
red .

"Really? If you massage your penis, it will become completely erect then we
can measure it."

Both men looked at Marcus' almost erect penis. The whole situation was very
embarrassing for him.

"I'm not interested in that." Marcus stated emphatically.

"No? Maybe not," Richard shrugged. Then he brightened and smiled, "but I am
very interested. I'll give you $ 50 if I can measure your hardon."

"No!" Marcus voice broke slightly.

"Hmm, maybe you're a better businessman than I thought. I'll give you $
100."

Why does Richard want to pay me $100 just to know how big my penis is,
Marcus wondered

"I do need the money urgently." Marcus thought to himself.

"Okay. For $100 I'll measure my dick."

Richard smiles."Uhm, no. I`ll give you $100 if I can measure it."

"So, you will fondle my hard-on, right?" whispered Marcus.

"Only for measuring." Richard answered.

Four hours ago they started quite innocent with face shots and then Marcus
had taken a piece of clothing one after another off, and it seemed
perfectly normal. Marcus had not once felt uncomfortable. Richard had
repeatedly touched him to correct his posture and it was never
unpleasant. On the contrary, Marcus had somehow felt desirable and
appreciate his body more.

Richard has touched nearly my whole body during the photo shoot anyway,
Marcus thought. He has touched my thigh, as he has staked out the jeans
tighter. As I rubbed my body with baby oil, he touched my back and even my
ass cheeks. Does it matter if he feels more of me, the bit he has never
touched ?? Marcus wondered. I need money urgently. Does that make me a
hustler?

Marcus wanted the best photos of himself and his perfectly toned body and
he had to admit that a body is best presented completely naked. Richard had
told him that photographers in photo shoots used towels, textiles or a
scarf or another piece of clothing in order to hide physical flaws with
professional models. For Marcus, this is not at all necessary, Richard had
said.

Hard to believe that he now stands completely naked in front of a dressed
man and he did not mind.

Normally he would be ashamed of his nakedness. Only in locker rooms and
showers at a swimming pool or gym, he had presented himself completely
naked to other men. But in such situations he always covered up his
crotch. Richard had seen his member several times and Marcus had not felt
the need to cover up.

"If you measure it quickly, and then I can get dressed, I'll agree."

Marcus reiterated his conditions.

Richard was more excited than Marcus could know. In a few moments, he would
hold the genitals of a Greek god in his hands. Marcus felt his penis, it
was completely erect.

Richard had quickly retrieved a measuring tape out of the closet and stood
in front of Marcus. Both were now in an optimal position for the camera.

Richard resolved not only to record the erection length, but to also fondle
the crown jewels of this Adonis. He took the shaft with one hand and rubbed
it a few times; with his other hand, he held the big balls of the young
man.

"What are you doing?" Marcus asked.

"Just making sure you really fully hard." Richard began to measure Marcus's
member. The penis was just a little bent forward, otherwise it was
completely straight. Inside the penis was now fully hard and firm. Outside,
however, he felt soft like velvet. Richard was thrilled. Excited, he
announced: "Nearly nine inches, but he looks even bigger with narrow, solid
abs."

Marcus was now silent. He was confused. His emotions were in a uproar. The
touch from Richard had aroused him to the utmost. Why?

"I want to get dressed now!" he nearly yelled.

"Of course, but don`t you want to take a couple of photos of you with this
fantastic hardon?"

"No," shouted Marcus."I am ashamed to be photographed completely naked. I
told you that before I agreed to come over."

Richard was shocked. He had not expected things to end this way. They going
so swimmingly just moments before.

"You're ashamed? But you have no reason to be ashamed of any part of
yourself. You are utterly flawless."

Marcus could not see Richard's eyes. He wanted to just to take the money
and leave.

"Follow me. I must show you something very important. I can`t let you go
until you let me show you something."

Richard walked to the bathroom quite vigorously, Marcus followed him
reluctantly. Richard stood in the bathroom facing the huge mirror. He
motioned for Marcus to stand in front of him, also facing the mirror.

"Look in the mirror, please!" Richard demanded.

When Richard could see Marcus's eyes looking insecurely back at his, he
softly said, "May I introduce you to Marcus? He is one of the nicest men
I've been allowed to photograph. I photographed many guys over the last ten
years, including actors, musical performers and professional models. They
were all very nice and very attractive men. But now, here in front of the
mirror, is the fairest of them all."

Marcus was very quiet and looked into the mirror intently. He looked
alternately at his own reflection, and then, at that of Richard.

"This man could run naked through the streets and no one would laugh at
him. Everyone would take delight in its beauty. It would not bother anybody
if he wore any clothes. On the contrary, they would be grateful for the
opportunity to just get a glimpse of him. Women and men would be willing to
pay a great deal of money for chance, just to look at this great body and
be allowed to touch him where invited to do so."

Marcus shook his head in disbelief and lowered his gaze. He could not
believe what Richard was saying. Richard stood close behind Marcus. His
right arm tentatively reached out to this fantastic body. With his hand
under the athlete's chin he gently lifted Marcus's head to look again at
the mirror image of himself.

"Look at this handsome young man and tell me what you do not like at
him. ... Is his nose too big or too small?"

Marcus felt his nose, as if to check that image in the mirror was really
himself, and then said: "I do not think there is anything wrong with this
nose."

"Are his ears sticking out? Are they too big?" Richard gently flicked both
of Marcus's ears.

"Is the man's face too wide or is it too narrow? Does he need a plastic
surgeon to change anything about his face? I think not."

Richard looked directly into Marcus's eyes. While he tenderly massaged the
beautiful young man's face.

"My face is okay." Marcus agreed in a whisper.

"Okay, what else bothers you then about your body? Your shoulders are not
wide enough?" Richard grasped the solid shoulder blades.

Marcus shook his head.

"Are your upper arms not muscular enough?" Richard felt the bulging biceps,
rubbing them sensually, as he moved towards his hands. Finally intertwining
their fingers together.

Marcus did not find the contact unpleasant. Richard's voice was
pleasant. He spoke in a calm, soothing way.

"Maybe you are ashamed of your breast muscles?"

Richard massaged the well-trained pectoral mounds. The nipples responded
and stood at attention.

"With my chest I'm satisfied!" Marcus replied softly.

What was he feeling? He was not sure.

Richard ran his hands slowly down the magnificent body, ribcage, rippling
abs, inside the trembling belly button. Now he had reached the waist. He
knelt down behind the naked young man. His cheek rested on Marcus's
back. Here he could smell the odors of an athletic young man. Finally he
was eye level with Marcus's buttocks and perfectly build thighs.

Never before had Richard seen such perfect proportions this immediately
close. As he admired the beauty, his level of lust rose expeditiously along
with his excitement of what could happen. He took each buttock in one hand
and massaged it.

"Does your butt bother you? Do you think he could be improved upon in some
manner? "

Richard takes his time. Trying to memorize every square centimetre, he can
barely control his urge to fulfill every one of his dreams here and now.

"Please move your legs apart some."

Marcus did as Richard requested, trusting him as he had all
afternoon. Unobstructed, his new friend could now freely feel any part
Marcus's thighs, legs and regions in-between. For Richard, this magical
moment would never be forgotten. This sensational experience would be
burned into his brain forever. He had the opportunity to touch the body of
a Greek god anywhere he so chose. Richard has always had a great weakness
for athletic legs. After scanning the thigh he accidentally touched the
scrotum of his model. Marcus was unusually quiet and let Richard go.

Marcus was surprised about his own feelings. He enjoyed the contact and the
admiration of this man very much. His erection never lost any of its power
as he allowed the photographer to worship his body. No one had ever touched
him with such adoration. He was beginning to really enjoy this new
experience.

Richard slowly stood up again, never loosing contact with this heavenly
body. When he again stood close behind him, it included Marcus from both
sides and moved both hands toward the crotch. He gently touched the shaft
with one hand. While the other caressed the scrotum, containing the big
testicles of his dream guy.

"Then you must not be satisfied with your crown jewels? Do you think your
penis is too small?"

Both men's eyes were fixed on Marcus stiff shaft and swelling glans. Having
this man, he had only met a few hour before, focusing this much attention
on his penis and testicles, made him want even more attention. He was proud
that Richard, a very good photographer, who had taken pictures of very good
looking guys so much, liked to look at him and touch him. His chest puffed
out as he thought how much he, himself, was a handsome hunk among men. Am I
good looking? I must be, Richard has proved he believes so. I will have to
trust him.

The photo shoot had already lasted more than four hours. During the breaks,
they both had shared a lot of private details about themselves with each
other. They had spoken a good deal and this had brought them physically and
mentally closer. Over and over again, Richard had succeeded in making the
young man laugh.

All the while Marcus was feeling more and more comfortable with Richard and
any suggestion he might make.

Marcus could feel the blood rushing even faster into his cock, filling its
core and making the shaft more long; thick and hard than it had ever
been. He reveled in the heavy, stiff feeling of his erection. He really
enjoyed the way Richard was touching him and complimenting his masculine
looks; his body and his now rock hard manhood.

Marcus had never before felt so naked, exposed, and the object of desire,
but he loved it, because it was coming from Richard. He felt secure in this
friendship even though it was so very new.

"I told you already that I do not care about the size of my member." Marcus
said.

"Well, it's not your body that has any problems. It can only be some wicked
delusion haunting you in the head."

Richard kept trying to persuade Marcus that he was without a doubt a
marvelous hunk of a man. He massaged Marcus's penis very gently and
carefully. He tried did not stimulate Marcus to much.

"Maybe you're not confident because you come from an under privileged
background and also currently don't earn enough to afford a better
apartment?"

Marcus had to agree with each statement.

"Maybe your parents did not have enough money to pay for a good education,
then it is no wonder that you earn so little money. Poverty is, in fact,
hereditary and all the talk about the infinite possibilities ... and how
everyone has the same opportunities ... is a lie. With this lie, we all
want to reassure ourselves that the cost of other's lives will all be taken
care of by someone else. We bury our heads in the sand. If you have money,
you can allow your children significantly better career prospects. Even if
the children of rich people are totally untalented and stupid, they will
get a good job. Some jobs are not earned by the qualifications of the
candidates, the job is given to the person knows the right people and who
has the best connections.

You should not compare yourself with men of your age who drive great sports
car and wear designer outfits. Either they make their money illegally or
get it from their rich parents. In general, all the money comes from their
parents or grandparents. You stand on your own feet, You care for your own
livelihood, and that, despite a really poor starting position, ought to
make you very proud of yourself. These children of rich parents are not
worth much, most of the time, character wise. Their job is to inherit only
what their parents or grandparents have earned. Many rich people have not
earned their wealth honestly. It is very difficult to become rich. If you
pay your taxes honestly, if you pay your employees a fair and reasonable
wage, and you do not cheat or overreach your suppliers and customers, you
earn a good living but you never become fabulously wealthy."

Marcus was very surprised. He had not looked at life from this perspective
before. Now being super rich didn't enthrall him at all. He was thankful
for the things he had.

After a brief silence, Marcus said, "even if it is all true. For my poor
school performance I am alone responsible. Basically I am a loser. I can
blame no one else but myself. I have messed up. I wonder is there any hope
for someone like me. I have no talents."

 "My God, Mark, you are still a very young man. It is still too early to
even hold yourself out as a loser. If you had twenty years of work behind
you and your situation had not changed, or you had not moved upwards and
forwards from where you started, then you could perhaps describe yourself
as a failure, but not now."

Richard continued to play; one hand cradling the testicles of the young man
and the other hand stroking his penis.

"Maybe you just need a little more time to discover your true talents."

Both stared into the reflection of the other's eyes.

"There are many reasons for not performing well in school. The simplest
explanation would be that you were lazy. It could also be that you've not
felt comfortable at school. Maybe you had a learning disability and you
felt like an outsider. Perhaps you were even teased or bullied. It's hard
to focus on school work you have private problems that are too big for you
handle on your own. Even adults do not perform at full efficiency for their
jobs if they have problems in their personal relationships; maybe their
child is sick, or other things like that. Maybe if your parents had been
able to afford to give you more money for tuition, you would have had
better grades. One can only learn well if you have a good learning
environment. If you have a drunk and tyrannical father waiting for you
every day after school, it is difficult to achieve good grades. You would
have felt terrible all the time. It would have been impossible to study at
night.

Life would have been hopeless and there would be no motivation to do
well. What would the point be in trying?"

When Richard noticed Marcus's reaction to his words, he realized that he
was not so wrong with his assumptions.

Richard himself had lived through a difficult childhood. His father was a
frustrated man. Completely dissatisfied with what he, himself, had become,
he passed his frustrations onto his children. Richard was also teased at
school by some of his wealthy classmates because his clothes were shabby,
and he did not participate in activities that cost extra money. Fortunately
he had a good friend. They were always there for each other and had helped
however they could. It was almost a miracle that Richard had made it,
almost entirely from its own resources and own drive, to the university.

However, he achieved only average grades because he had to do extra work
all the time to support himself, whereas others did not have to do this and
could learn.

Even though he worked he still had to have student loans to make ends
meet. He graduated with a large debt owing. He knew whereof he spoke.

"The value of a person does not depends upon his practiced profession. The
kind of car he drives does not make him a bigger man. The person you are
does not depend on designer clothes either. It does not matter if you are
rich or poor, handsome or ugly. What matters is your character. How you
treat your fellow man. The footprints you leave behind show how much you
have loved others not how much love you demanded for yourself."

As a child, Richard had to wear hand-me-down clothing from his older
brother. His brother was not very careful with his things. Therefore, the
garments were often patched several times and plotted. Richard was ashamed
of this attire. When he was fourteen, he began every day after school with
washing dishes for one whole hour. The old man who washed dishes the rest
of the day got to take a break for this hour. It was not legal to have
child labour, but the owner was happy with a cheap worker, and Richard
earned some money to buy a new t-shirt or shirt. Later on in high school,
he worked for three hours after school every day in the restaurant. Now he
could afford a new pair of pants. Richard's confidence grew as he saw that
the result of hard work was being able to afford to buy a few new things he
needed. It was strange, but resulted in some beautiful new clothes, he felt
more comfortable and confident in himself.

"I think I am boring, that is why I do not have really good friends."

"You keep putting yourself down. You feel like a failure. You have
experienced bad things, as a child. Being poor is not easy. When you do not
have enough money to do interesting things in your spare time, then maybe
you live in isolation and may become bored and feel no one could be
interested in you. All of that can be changed. First you must learn to
appreciate yourself. You are worth the effort. You have to recognize where
your strengths are and to live with your weaknesses there may be ways of
turning your weaknesses into positives. Sometimes just learning about you
weaknesses can teach you how to overcome them. If you like yourself, then
others will like you too. If you want I'll help you there."

"You would help me. Why? "

"For one thing, because you deserve it and secondly because I would like to
do this with you. If it's uncomfortable then say please stop and I'll quit
doing whatever I was doing. I don't want to do anything that you do not
want. I want to do many things that you want to do. I want to do them
together with you."

Richard continued to massage the erect penis, even stronger than
before. Marcus began to moan softly. After a while, Richard's strokes
became more intensive. Marcus's moans became louder..

"Enjoy it. Do not think about. Let's just go with the flow." Richard
whispered in Marcus ear.

Richard expertly stroked Marcus erect penis, which was pleasingly plump. It
had a beautiful pink, swollen head. Marcus's legs began to twitch and his
breathing became shallow in response to Richard's experienced hand. A
little gasp escaped his quivering lips. It was a struggle for Marcus to
hold still as Richard stimulated him so skillfully.

Richard moved his hand from deep within his scrotum, and made a ring with
his thumb and forefinger around the base of Marcus's glans, just capturing
the edge of his corona in his grasp.

"Now I'm going to stimulate the most sensitive parts of your penis."
Richard whispered.

"Ahhrrrggggg..." gasped Marcus as Richard began to twist and stroke just
under the head of his penis. The stimulation was very dramatic, sending
intense shockwaves shooting through his penis, testicles, and nipples. It
seemed like all the energy in his body was centering itself in his genitals
as he writhed and gasped uncontrollably.

Richard increased the speed of his hand motions, twisting, pulling, with
little fast strokes that stimulated Marcus corona more and more. All of
these new feelings were driving him toward his first ejaculation to be
caused by another man.

Richard gripped the full shaft of his penis firmly and began to stroke long
and hard -- quickly driving him over the edge to ejaculation. In response,
Marcus's body went completely stiff and he cried out in despair as his
first jet of semen vaulted from the tormented purple head of his penis, to
be followed by several more spurts of equal power and volume.

Richard loved to feel Marcus penis pulse in his hand as it spurted.

Marcus's body stiffened and he gasped. A perfect pearlescent rope of semen
thrust forth from the boy's stiff and straining young penis to splash onto
his abs.

Richard was amazed at how forcefully the boy was spurting his slimy white
juices into the air above his hand.

Richard's hand kept up the steady long stroking, working Marcus's penis
without pause to wring every last drop of semen from his body. With his
last spurt, merely a dribble, he collapsed exhausted. His body felt
completely warm, worn out, used, taken, exploited, dominated, and 'had'. He
felt a depth of submission he'd never felt before. His genitals felt
completely empty and used up as his penis softened to a flaccid and
exhausted state.

After a few more moments, Marcus's body finally relaxed.

Richard was completely excited and happy to have caused Marcus enormous
ejaculation - such a nice big one - from such a nice boy with such a
beautiful face, body and genitals. It was a day both would treasure all of
their lives.

Marcus was a little weak and unsteady as he turned to Richard. He took
Richard's head in both hands and kissed him passionately.

To be continued ....



Personal

I would especially like to thank Richard (Canada/BC), Kent (USA) and Rob
(UK), who helped me with the translation, and have even brought their own
ideas.

In my German version, I'm already in chapter five - which is really hot and
extremely erotic. Marcus and Richard are in many ways a great team in the
future ... smile.

It cost me however much time the chapter again and again to change and
improve. As a reward I ask is a few nice words from you by email. Just
because I got in the last two weeks some very nice emails, I've changed my
mind and continuing my work. Whether I will publishing here chapter three
to five thus depends entirely on you, and of course my hard-working
volunteers.

Hugs

Moritz

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