I had to take some ID photos when I was 18, so I went to a photographer. I was inexperienced in a lot of things, including how to set up to be photographed. Of course, it wasn't a case where the pictures will do a portfolio, like I was looking for a job as a model! But just a face photo for an I. D.
However, the photographer had me over there, maneuvering my body, setting up my face, go back to see if I'm in a good pose, and all over again from the beginning, which had no ending!
At some point, dissatisfied with this treatment, I burst out with indignation and tell the photographer:
--- What are you trying to do man? Take a picture of me, or Park me like I'm a car? Laugh at the joke, and insists on saying:
--- But we have to get the best pose, for a good result.
--- But this detail, will bring you the opposite results don't you get it, you idiot? So I got angry and left.
--- Come back! Where Are you going, young man? We're not done yet! Come on, I'll make you a free portfolio, and I'll forward it for you. Probably you know? You might get lucky, and they'll ask you for a model! You're a handsome lad! So we're both winners.
With my inexperience, because I was flattered by the compliments of the photographer, I sat back in his studio, and I put myself in his hands. He took courage and started pestering me all over my body, with lust! like we do when we have a beautiful object in front of us, and we can't get enough of admiring it. And fiddle with it.
--- What are you looking for, Man? Tell me and I'll do it.
--- Get undressed, and just stay in your underwear. Play your crowbar a little bit, fill it up, make the contents look good, to shoot some nice sexy pictures! I followed his wishes, and my tool stood up, like a nail under my underwear. The photographer's Flashes were shooting one after the other, while he muttered satisfied with the spectacle offered by my naked body! I did a little more for him! I pulled my underpants down from the front, to see the root of my crowbar, with the lock of my many cock hairs!
--- MM! That's my boy! This portfolio is gonna be a masterpiece! and everyone will buy it, like hot chestnuts.
Suddenly I felt like a male whore, showing her charms, with pleasure and lust! The photographer couldn't get enough of looking at me with his eyes wide open, ready to devour me with his eyes.
--- I'm feeling i wanna pee I said! And I'm taking out my fixed dick. Where's the toilet I asked?
--- There, there he tells me, and pointing his hand to the direction to the toilet. To my surprise, he's coming in, himself shaking some!
--- What happened, man? I'm asking him, Are you peeing on yourself?
--- No, he tells me, and before I can do anything, he gets down on his knees, and he sucks my 9 inch crowbar deep into his throat. I was very horny, and my hot cum fucked his insatiable mouth, overflowing out, who wiped my cum with his hand, and smeared it on his face.
Satisfied, we both continued the photo shoot, and he sold the portfolio to a gay magazine. Of all the money I took, I got some furniture for the apartment, and made it look much better.
After a month, he din't forget about me, paying me a visit at my house. With a bouquet of flowers, and a box filled with accessories for landscaping of an apartment, etc etc. While the lad that made the transfer of the heavy crate gave him $10 tip, trying to hide, that he visited a male, rather than a pussy! But the young Porter saw me, and he slyly winked at me, articulating without sound, something like pantomime, seeming to say: "With him, you'll... eat well!"
However, the photographer had me over there, maneuvering my body, setting up my face, go back to see if I'm in a good pose, and all over again from the beginning, which had no ending!
At some point, dissatisfied with this treatment, I burst out with indignation and tell the photographer:
--- What are you trying to do man? Take a picture of me, or Park me like I'm a car? Laugh at the joke, and insists on saying:
--- But we have to get the best pose, for a good result.
--- But this detail, will bring you the opposite results don't you get it, you idiot? So I got angry and left.
--- Come back! Where Are you going, young man? We're not done yet! Come on, I'll make you a free portfolio, and I'll forward it for you. Probably you know? You might get lucky, and they'll ask you for a model! You're a handsome lad! So we're both winners.
With my inexperience, because I was flattered by the compliments of the photographer, I sat back in his studio, and I put myself in his hands. He took courage and started pestering me all over my body, with lust! like we do when we have a beautiful object in front of us, and we can't get enough of admiring it. And fiddle with it.
--- What are you looking for, Man? Tell me and I'll do it.
--- Get undressed, and just stay in your underwear. Play your crowbar a little bit, fill it up, make the contents look good, to shoot some nice sexy pictures! I followed his wishes, and my tool stood up, like a nail under my underwear. The photographer's Flashes were shooting one after the other, while he muttered satisfied with the spectacle offered by my naked body! I did a little more for him! I pulled my underpants down from the front, to see the root of my crowbar, with the lock of my many cock hairs!
--- MM! That's my boy! This portfolio is gonna be a masterpiece! and everyone will buy it, like hot chestnuts.
Suddenly I felt like a male whore, showing her charms, with pleasure and lust! The photographer couldn't get enough of looking at me with his eyes wide open, ready to devour me with his eyes.
--- I'm feeling i wanna pee I said! And I'm taking out my fixed dick. Where's the toilet I asked?
--- There, there he tells me, and pointing his hand to the direction to the toilet. To my surprise, he's coming in, himself shaking some!
--- What happened, man? I'm asking him, Are you peeing on yourself?
--- No, he tells me, and before I can do anything, he gets down on his knees, and he sucks my 9 inch crowbar deep into his throat. I was very horny, and my hot cum fucked his insatiable mouth, overflowing out, who wiped my cum with his hand, and smeared it on his face.
Satisfied, we both continued the photo shoot, and he sold the portfolio to a gay magazine. Of all the money I took, I got some furniture for the apartment, and made it look much better.
After a month, he din't forget about me, paying me a visit at my house. With a bouquet of flowers, and a box filled with accessories for landscaping of an apartment, etc etc. While the lad that made the transfer of the heavy crate gave him $10 tip, trying to hide, that he visited a male, rather than a pussy! But the young Porter saw me, and he slyly winked at me, articulating without sound, something like pantomime, seeming to say: "With him, you'll... eat well!"