Private Photo Session

I needed some "private photos" to share with women on EroticBlvd. Believe me, I knew there were plenty of gay men in town, but I have always always worked on ladies (but thought about gay sex from time to time, oops, boner!). The pictures had to be electronic, and could not be developed at a CVS. Unfortunately, I didn't have a digital camera yet. A young bi jock named Johnny had offered to take a few photos if it would help. He advised me to wear a tight old t-shirt, shorts, and bikini underwear, since women liked the look.

So now I was standing in the lobby of Johnny's building. It took
hardly any time to bike over, but I was resisting ringing the bell to
the apartment, number 7. Seven, do you feel lucky? No, this was just
a photo shoot. Three photos, that's all. It was just a thrill to
think about, well, I wasn't quite sure of anything, other than it did
feel like a thrill ride with the heart skipping along in the chest.
What was the worst that could happen? I might just really enjoy the
ride, however it went! I took a deep breath trying to relax (didn't
work) and hit the buzzer.

The front door was opened with an even louder buzzer, and I went down
the hall. After a solid knock on the door, Johnny open the door and
shook my hand. We both gave each other a solid shake. I had obsessed
about holding his hand too long, like he might think I was effeminate
or touchie-feely. No, that was just a cool guy shake, just two cool
guys, nothing more. I kept trying to convince myself it was nothing
more.

With a relaxed sweep of his arm, Johnny invited me in. He wore a tank
top and red net athletic shorts. He filled out is tank top with well
developed pecs. The top fit him tight, but the shorts were loose. I
was a nervous wreck because I had never let anyone take any such
photos.

"I want three photos taken."

"Cool."

If Johnny was nervous, he knew how to hide it. Another sweeping hand
gesture lead to the open door of his bedroom. I tried to walk
non-chalantly, like this was no big deal, I get pictures taken of me
all the time. The thing that really made it difficult was the tent in
my pants. I was just a bit mildly freaked by knowing I was walking
into this young jocks room with a hard-on. I knew he knew it too, but,
well, he was you know, young and cool about these things, they happen
every day. I also noticed that he had a hardon. I don't ever look
for such things, but his bulge was huge I couldn't miss it.

The room felt extremely small, but that was probably because I was
very aware of the two steps it took to reach his bed, and that the big
man was also standing in the room. He gently closed the door, but the
sound of the click made the base of my balls twitch.

"I had some ideas for poses," I offered, trying not to sound as weak
as I felt.

Johnny looked me straight in the eyes, and I worked not to look away.
"This is my bedroom and I am in charge of this private photo shoot.
You will have to completely trust me."

I guess he was right as I looked around his room. It had a picture of
Michael Jordon, flying, sweating, tongue out. I hadn't noticed before
how homoerotic that picture might be viewed.

"If these pictures were for a gay site, all your clothes would have to
come off now," Johnny said with an easy grin.

"But we will have none of that, this is for the ladies," I pointed
out, smiling back, my face reddening a little.

Johnny put both hands on my side and started to lift my shirt slowly,
his hands making contact on my skin the entire time. I was able to
smell his light sweat, and I felt dizzy with my hands above my head.
He tossed the shirt toward the door. As he reached for my pants, I
twisted away.

"I can handle this," I blurted, embarrassed by my erection. I fumbled
nervously with my own zipper. Not that turning and showing Johnny my
ass was any better! And bending down to step out of my shorts while I
know a man with an erection was watching almost made me cum in my
black bikinis. Almost.

"We need a package shot," Johnny instructed, like he was taking
pictures of fruit for Star Market. Yeah, I bet he would like to play
with the fruit! I had to laugh to myself about that one, and this
crazy situation I and my cock were in.

A white bed sheet had been draped on one wall. With a small nod, I
headed over to stand there. He approached with a smile, and put both
hands firmly on my hips, twisting them to the right just a little bit.
Johnny stepped back, his gaze was completely focused on my groin, and
my cock, which, all on its own, tried to push out my underwear even
more. He twisted my hips a fraction more. With his right hand, he
pressed the right thigh out, then with an index finger dragging over
my incredibly sensitive balls, he pushed out my other thigh even more.
The right hand was placed behind my neck. Johnny's armpit was close
to me. I had a strong urge to lick it, to suck, to just let go, but I
was too faint to act.

Using a simple video camera connected to the computer, the shot took
two taps at the keyboard. My loins had done all this gymnastics for
something that took mere seconds. I let out a breath of air.

"The rear view shot," John twirled his fingers around, and I followed,
looking at the sheet. I could tell he was walking up behind me, but
was shocked when he lowered my bikinis to expose my crack.

"Hey," I said in confusion.

"Would a woman like to see that, or this," he snapped the underwear
back up. I was gasping for breath, because the small gesture tugged
on my underwear. He pulled my underwear back down down again, like he
was pealing an orange, so slow as to not break the peel apart.

"If she likes is a slut and like a thrill ride, this is the look,"
Johnny said.

"That's the person I want," I confirmed. Why did I just say person
instead of woman? I can't avoid these thoughts, that I want to be a
slut out for a thrill ride.

"Look at me." He gave a thumbs up, but in my state of mind, all I see
in his thumb was a cock that I needed to lick from its base on up,
till my lips reached the top, and click, the shot was done.

"Now the passion shot. Face me." I obeyed and watched him take a
step forward. He reached for my left hand, then put it on my balls.
His hands stayed there much longer than was required, but I was not
going to do anything about it. His fingers pressed my fingers into my
balls, lightly readjusting them. I was sooo close to creaming in my
pants, but his hand left in the nick of time. He took my right hand
and put it on my left nipple.

"Pinch it. Harder." Ok, I was vicious to myself, trying to keep
myself in control. I had to focus on giving pain to my nipple,
because if I though about Johnny's gentle ball caresses, I would have
lost it.

"Think a really dirty thought." All I could think about was the jock
in front of me. I wasn't sure what that thought was, but it was all
him and that beautiful bulge in his red shorts. Click.

I took a huge gulp of air. "Thanks," I beamed. I was aware that my
cock was now peaking out of my bikinis. I was so embarrassed, I went
over to the door and put my shirt back on. I was very aware that
Johnny was staring at me, but didn't return the look. As I bent down
to put on my short, my bikinis shifted again. I was going to cum in
my underwear, how awful. I looked over at Johnny and froze. Was he
hungry, hot, angry? All? Like a deer, I couldn't look away, too weak
from my hormonal rushes.

He walked over to me, bent down brushing my side, and clamped his hand
over mine which still held my shorts. In a long arc, he lifted this over my
head, making me stand. I was gently pushed against the metal door.
Even if he was angry, he was totally in control.

Johnny's face started to approach mine. "Why the FUCK do you think
you are here." Johnny had spit the word FUCK is my face. In my
altered state, it felt good, like it might be the cum of an excited
man. I didn't know the answer. He kept coming forward. My stomach
knotted up, because I was suddenly worried that he might kiss me.
Instead he went pass my cheek, brushing it lightly with his, until he
was breathing heavily into my ear. In and out went his breath, and I
shook like a tree. In and out, warm, manly, hot for sex breath in
my ear.

"You are here to get fucked."