The Photographer

I glanced around, there were booths for writers, for artists, for musicians, and many more. Some were clubs looking for members while others were independent artists looking for sponsors or models. It was a hot summer day early into my second year at college as I walked along the stalls, wearing red gym shorts and a white tank top with white shoes and dark sunglasses. For the small size of my school, this art fair seemed to be huge. 

Erected in the football stadium, the sun was bright overheard as I occasionally paused at a table to ask questions or get information. I met two cute girls who wanted me to join their water coloring club, an older woman who carved stones into jewelry, and a trio of beefy football players who did creative writing in their free time. A few clubs I write down, genuinely planning to go to at least one of their meetings. 

As I approached the last few booths, I spotted one that piqued my interest. The small sign had the man’s name and his contact information on it. "Cole from Finland." When I approached the nearly empty table, the titular Cole looked up at me. “Oh! Hello there.”

“I take it you're Cole?" I asked, getting a smile and nod as answer. "What do you do?” I asked, looking at the plain stall. On the table were a few thick binders of art, but there was nothing on display. He also had a large camera next to him. 

“I usually keep it a secret, because the school makes me keep it a secret. But, you seem like the kind of guy who’d be interested.”

He had fully caught my attention now. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, more curious than offended. 

“A beefy young guy like you is exactly what I’m looking for.” 

“I have that on my dating profile.” I joked, making Cole laugh.

When he finished, he smirked at me. “Oh yeah, you’re perfect for what I need.”

“You still haven't told me what exactly that is.” 

Cole answered by opening one of the binders, to a page in the middle. Opening it up, I came face to face with two full page photographs. On the left was a man’s body, from neck to ankles, fully nude with a very large cock and balls looking full and aroused. On the right were two men facing away, exposed from the knees up and fully nude like the last picture, their bare asses facing me. I blinked and swallowed, feeling a stirring in my groin. Looking back up to Cole’s face, I found him smirking. He gave a wink and closed the portfolio. 

“So, you take professional nudes?”

Cole rolled his eyes, but I chuckled. “To put it lightly, yes.” He said, looking me up and down again. “Interested?” 

“Maybe…” I started, reaching for the other binder, but Cole’s hand held it closed and stationary. I blinked at him. 

“Wanna see more? Come to my studio later.”

We exchanged information and I went back to my place, showered, and waited a few hours before driving to the address he’d given me. 

The studio was above a jazz club. Music drifted out of the building and accompanied me as I walked up the exterior stairs and knocked on the door. Almost immediately, Cole opened the door, wearing a big smile. 

“Part of me thought you wouldn’t show up.” He admits. Now that I saw him standing up, I could get a real look at build. Cole was taller than me by a few inches. His hair was a sandy blond and his body had the lean muscular build of a track runner. He was wearing blue gym shorts and a white tee shirt and I couldn’t help but eye his big, swinging bulge. 

“Why wouldn’t I show?” I asked, playfully, letting myself in. The studio was very large, with a loft with a bed on it. The main room had shelves with binders of pictures as well as shelves of supplies. There was a desk and computer and a portable privacy screen off to the side. But that was only half the room, the half closest to the door. The other half was divided into two scenes. One was a plain white backdrop with a small wooden stool and two big ring lights. The last quarter of the room had a dozen retractable backdrops with the one currently on display being a green forest. “it’s very nice here.” I said, looking around as Cole closed the door. 

“Thank you. I designed it myself.” He said proudly, walking towards the bookshelf of binders. “Let’s start by picking out some ideas for you to try.”

“Try?” I asked, smirking despite my quizzical tone. “Who said I was trying anything?”

“You’re right.” Cole said, with a natural chillness to his tone. “I misspoke. Let me show you some of my favorites.” 

The man bent over, his shorts straining over his muscular ass. He stood up again, holding a white binder and leading me to the desk. He opened it up and turned to the first page, where I was presented with two images of the same man, one of him laid back, legs spread, showing off his hard cock, heavy balls, and his ass cheeks. The other image was him bent over towards the camera, ass raised high, back arched, and his head framed so he appeared to be blowing the observer, or the photographer. 

“Have you ever been a model before?” He asked me, flipping the page. Both pictures were of the same scene but from different angles. One man was bent over, back arched, with another bent over behind him, eating him out. 

“I’m usually the artist.” I admitted. 

“Photography?” Cole looked at me with a raised brow and a look that had a slightly competitive aura to it.

I chuckled. “No, I mostly write and draw.” I reached forward and flipped the page. The same two men, the same two angles, but now they’d moved from rimming to fucking. The first showed the tops long cock poking between the other’s cheeks. The second showed the man’s hips firmly pressed against his bottom’s ass cheeks. “I’ll have to show you my art sometime.”

Cole had a tentative look in his eyes now. “Is it like my art?” He asks, turning the page again. Two dick pics, the same dick but different angles. One from above, one from below. The dick was long and uncut, curved slightly to the right and paired with two big, round balls. I nodded, feeling the warmth in my crotch as I bulged my shorts. I glanced down at it then looked at Cole, just as he looked up from my crotch as well. He smirked. “Interested now?”

“Fuck yeah.” I said, faster than I meant. 

The blond boy gave a chuckle and turned the page again. “Any ideas on how you want to pose?” 

This page used the backdrops. One was of a Greek or Roman bath house. And thanks to Cole’s photography and editing it looked like they were truly there. I admired that, almost as much as I admired the models. Each image had a different model, both wearing togas made of sheer material that prominently displayed the outlines of their hard arousals. I swallowed. 

He turned the page again. This time two images of the same moment, but seconds apart. Both were of a man’s body and cock, looking down as if from over his shoulder. The man was jerking off, stroking a big dick. In the first image his cock looked swollen and hot, about to fire off. In the second image, a thick rope of cum was flying towards the camera, while another blast already plastered the man's chest. 

“That.” I said, without thinking. “I want to recreate that.” 

Cole smiled. “Good choice. I remember that man fondly.” He said, before stepping away towards the shelves of camera supplies. “Go strip behind the screen. There should be a towel there, if you wish.” 

My cock was nearly solid as I walked naked and without a towel back around the screen. Cole was there, camera around his neck as well as a few others on tripods around the stool. He bluntly looked me up and down before raising his camera and taking a picture of me walking towards him. I blinked. “Come take a seat so we can set up the lighting and angles.” Cole said, gesturing to the chair. 

I sat down as he positioned my body and the lights and the cameras. He told me to just keep touching myself as he did this, and my cock was hard and leaking by the time he was done. “Why so many cameras?” I asked. 

“Some of my best work is accidental pictures.” He said, stepping behind me. I looked up at him as he readied the camera. “Ready?” I nodded. “Need lube or anything?” 

“I usually prefer to use spit but I’m already leaking enough that I should be okay without.” 

Cole swallowed as he raised the camera and started to quietly take pictures. The jazz music from downstairs was the only thing I heard as I lazily stroked my throbbing cock, precum making the tip then shaft shine in the bright lights. I bit my lip and let my head roll back, eyes closed and simply enjoying the moment, regardless of the cameras or photographer. I felt his presence, however. He was behind me and I could feel his energy as he watched me jerk off. 

I opened my eyes and saw him there, not seeing my gaze as he took his pictures. I bit my lip, before letting my free hand fall to my side then reached back towards him. Cole and I both gasped as I grasped his bulge. His cock was hard and big under his shorts. I gripped and squeezed it a few times as the man let out soft sighs. 

"Damn." I sighed, stroking his bulge as I continued to stroke myself. Cole's picture taking paused for a moment as he took a deep breath, before focusing again. "You're big."

"And you're sexy." Cole said back, without hesitation. "And big."

"Thank you. May I…" I started to ask, my hand sliding up to Cole's waistband then sliding inside. As my fingertips went through his large bush of pubes, I hesitated. Cole finally looked away from his camera and down at me. Our eyes met. He gave a small nod. Then as he looked through the camera again, he gasped as my bare fingers gripped his arousal. "Damn."

Cole's cock was longer than mine and uncut and his tip was already messy with precum. I let out a hot sigh and looked down at myself again. Not only was I also leaking precum but my shaft was slick with it. I had to admit, my cock looked great. It was solid and shiny, illuminated perfectly to extenuate its thickness and definition. And when I released it to reach lower and tease my balls, it looked bigger than ever before. 

Cole began to push his shorts off with his free hand. My hand was still on his cock. When the thin fabric fell to his ankles, I stroked his bare cock. Cole sighed hotly again, the sound turning me on and making me tense. "I'm close." 

I swallowed and tensed again, my body feeling hot and bulging. My back arched slightly and my eyes rolled back, all before I let out a roar of a moan and started to cum. I shot blast after blast, shuddering and panting as my orgasm washed over me. And when it finally ended, I kept my eyes closed and kept stroking for a long moment. When I did open my eyes, I saw Cole smiling down at me. "Damn." He said with a chuckle. 

"Yeah?" I asked, still panting and smirking like an idiot. I noticed the jazz music playing again. 

"You cum like a bull." He said, raising his camera to take more pictures. I looked down and smirked at the mess I made. There was a large splatter of cum right on my nipple, with a trail going back to my crotch. Another blast was under my pectoral and two more were on my belly. The rest of my load had squirted or flowed out, leaving my cock, balls, pubes, hand, and wrist a mess of thick, sticky cum. 

I chuckled and kept stroking, my shaft rigid still. "I should probably clean up, huh?" I asked. Cole's face saddened slightly. But lit up again as I kept speaking. "Before round two, of course."

"May I take some more shots?" He asked, walking around to the front of me. I nodded as he went to one knee between my legs, taking pictures of my crotch in close detail, then leaning back to get more full body shots. I held my cock at the base, angling it upright to show off it's size and the mess it had made. And a few moments later he lowered the camera but stayed in between my knees. "May I help clean you up?" 

I would have laughed at how cute and perverse it was. But I kept my cool and smiled. "I'd be honored." 

Then I gasped, as Cole leaned in and hungrily began to suck my cock. He bobbed along the head and top half, swallowing and licking loudly. He licked and sucked over my tip before sinking deep and continuing to swallow my seed. And after he reached my base and left my cock spit shine, he moved to lick and suck my fingers clean too. 

"And you're still so hard." Cole mused, speaking around one of my digits. I chuckled. Once finished with my fingers, Cole began to suck my cock again, making me gasp and shudder. And after a long moment he pulled off and stood up again. As he did, I got a view of his solid meat, which twitched with need and shined with precum. Cole caught me staring and chuckled. 

"You're hard too." I reached forward, grasping and stroking Cole's hardon. It was very hard and very thick. Precum dangled from the tip as I gently pulled him closer. My free hand found his balls and kneaded them gently. I looked up at the photographer, who looked down to meet my gaze with a lewd smirk. I leaned in closer, opening my lips to lick over his wet tip. As I did, he raised the camera again, then hesitated. I nodded and began to suck his cock. He moaned and began to take pictures. 

I left his cock spit shined a few minutes later, pulling off to breath as Cole moved the camera aside. "You're a great model." He said, hand rubbing my head as I licked at his tip. 

I stroked his cock and looked up to meet his gaze again. "Thank you. You're a great photographer." I licked and teased his foreskin, then pulled back and kissed it. "I think it's time for you to fuck me." 

His face lit up and he nodded. And a few moments later the stool was moved and Cole was laying back on the floor, now naked and waving his hard cock. I walked up and knelt, straddling his waist and feeling his cock against my freshly lubed hole. 

Gasping as I sat back on it, it took a few minutes until I was finally settled at Coles cockbase. I was panting, hands on his chest as his were behind his head, flaunting his toned arms and hairy pits. Our eyes met. He had a playful smile. 

"Do you fuck every guy you photograph?" I asked softly, starting to grind on Cole's meat, gasping as it moved inside of me. 

Cole's hands found my thighs and rubbed them and my hips. "Not every one." He admits, rolling his hips as we ground our forms. "But occasionally a stud like you comes in and wants my cock. So who am I to deny their desires?" 

The tone was teasing and playful and made me blush and smile. Our eyes met as I started to roll my hips and ride his lap. My hands slid to his waist for support as his hands went to tease my chest and nipples. As I got into a rhythm of grinding and riding, I leaned forward and began to kiss the man. We shared the taste of our cocks as he started to grind up into me. And soon he was slowly thrusting and I was letting out gasped moans. 

He fucked up into me for a long, long moment. Our kiss broke as I moaned, straightening up to take the pounding. His balls slapped lewdly against my backside. He sat up and embraced me, kissing my neck as our bodies ground and rolled together. I ended up on my back, legs spread as he fucked into me. His hands were on my shoulders, holding me close as he pounded. And I was moaning and panting as his fat cock beat up my insides. 

I forgot about the cameras completely. My world had turned into nothing but soft jazz music and Cole's intense lovemaking. He rolled me onto my back and spread my legs wide and kept me this way for a long moment. He rolled my hips sideways, pinning my legs together for a while. Eventually I was on my knees, chest on the ground as he pounded my hole. 

"I'm fucking close." Cole said, panting behind me and shifting to a squat to mount my backside. My face was on the ground, my cheek pressed down as I looked back at him with needy eyes. "Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck!" A few hard thrusts later, Cole roared and came inside me. His meat throbbed hard and he erupted a massive load. Blast after blast filled my hole as he held deep. And as his orgasm slowed to an end he pulled back and gave me a dozen more long, slow thrusts. And as he finished he pulled out and cockslapped my rim. "Goddamn. Stay right there."

He didn't need to tell me that. I was panting and swallowing, feeling sweaty and flushed as his load leaked from my hole. A moment later, two fingers teased and sank inside of my hole and a lubed hand gripped my hard cock between my legs. 

"Cole!" I gasped, shuddering and whining as he stroked and fingered me slowly, very slowly. "Fuck…" 

"You're gonna cum for me." The photographer said, in a low tone that made my eyes roll back. My back arched and my hole clenched on his fingers. "You're gonna cum for my cameras." My jaw dropped and a guttural moan slipped out. And a moment later, I was shooting a second load onto the floor below me, making a puddle between my knees. He milked out my orgasm until my erection and body softened and relaxed. Only then did he withdraw his fingers from my ass and leaned in to kiss my messy rim. 

I was left dazed as he helped me to my feet, kissed me hard, and led me through a door I hadn't noticed before that led to a small bathroom. We showered and continued to kiss and make out until we were clean. And soon after, we were back in the main room, dressed in nothing but towels, and looking at the monitors on the desk and through the hundreds of photos the multiple cameras had gathered. 

"Maybe I should be a model." I suggested with a chuckle. 

We scrolled through the photos of me masturbating. The pictures from all the cameras were mixed together but in chronological order. I was about to cum in the shots. My cock looked swollen and darkened with closeness. My balls were clenching up against my base and the muscles of my legs and abdomen were clenching and flexing. Then, as I finally came, the first shot of my orgasm was from Cole's own camera, from above my shoulder. "I would gladly shoot you again." 

"I have a feeling you actually want to shoot inside me again." 

We kept scrolling. Soon, the photos turned to Cole on the ground and me sitting on his cock. After a few awkward but intimate moments at the beginning, I was moaning silently and riding motionlessly. "I'd love to shoot you, with or without the sex." 

A couple minutes later, the photos were of me laid back, spread wide, and stuffed with fat cock. "I'd love to have sex with you again with or without the shoot."

"Oh, if we are fucking again, we are shooting again." 

"You'd better get the cameras ready then." I said with a devious and playful tone. Cole was sitting at the desk and I was standing behind his shoulder. When he looked back at me, he'd find my towel gone and my cock hard again. 

"You NEED to be a model." Cole said, as he fell to his knees and we started a new shoot.