Professional Cock Shots Available
After getting hired to take some pro shots, I end up lending a helping hand
(Friends, I’ll be away next week for Thanksgiving, but back the following week. Here’s an early story to kick off your weekend!)
"So, let's talk about what you're looking for," I said.
My client's living room was small but surprisingly well-designed and thought out. The couch where I sat was blue velvet, and his bar cart was brass. My peak into his bedroom also implied good taste and a feeling of restraint that impressed me.
"I mean, it's, um, just that…."
"You can come out and say it, dude, I know it might feel awkward, but it doesn't have to. Trust me, I've done this a hundred times and heard everything. It's gonna be fine."
He shifted in his chair and took another sip of his Negroni. He was charmingly awkward and superficially beautiful.
"She says she wants me to up my game while she's in Chicago for the month. To keep things fun while we're apart, you know?"
"That's a very common request," I said with a nod. "Can you be more specific?"
"You know, like with my sexts. Specifically, the pictures. She wants better cock shots."
"So, maybe something a bit more artistic? Full-body nudes in the shower or while casually working out in cute underwear?"
He shook his head and finished his drink. I was willing to do anything he asked; I just needed to know what he wanted.
"No, man, nothing too artistic. She wants dick, just straight-up dick. That's what she said. Just make your cock shots better. Like hotter, you know?"
I nodded and closed my eyes for a moment. I'd taken a thousand nude photos in the last week alone, and I've done all sorts of shoots, from tame to graphic. But getting in close, working out the right light and angle, all while keeping a model erect? That's a challenge.
A challenge I fucking love.
"I can totally work with that," I said, trying hard not to lick my lips. "Do you have anything special in mind? If it were up to me, I'd probably start with a few on the bed, maybe like you just woke up. Then move to the shower, keeping it natural but up close and personal, and finish with you dressed in a suit, looking all handsome with your hard cock in hand. What do you think?"
"Wow," he said, nodding vigorously. "That sounds, like, totally amazing. Can we do all that? I took two viagras, which should help, but it feels like a lot."
"Why don't we get started and see how it goes?"
I made sure to speak slowly and quietly, keeping the mood professional. He was nervous enough already, and a calming presence is required if it's going to work. There's nothing more frustrating for a cock-shot pro like me than a guy who is too nervous about getting it up but desperately wants that turgid look that's so popular these days.
Honestly, I often prefer a semi-erect dick as it leaves something to the imagination. It implies movement and change, creating a feeling of anticipation. But if you want to grip your rock-hard viagra infested cock as you drip pre-cum onto your knuckles, then I will be right there on my knees with my camera ready to go.
Anyway, where was I?
Right, we were moving to the bedroom, where Dan, my client, was changing into the silk pajama pants I suggested ahead of our session. He looked fantastic in blue, and his body was ruggedly beautiful as he stood nervously at the foot of the bed, rubbing his flat stomach absentmindedly.
I took a deep breath and stepped in closer.
"Why don't you lie on the bed, with the covers barely covering you? Leave most of it off, as if they shifted in the night and you woke up with your body largely exposed."
He did as I asked and let out a long sigh as he climbed into bed. Maybe he was finally beginning to relax.
"Do I need to get hard now?" he asked.
Okay, so much for relaxed. But still, we were off to a good start.
"No, don't worry about that, especially if you took a pill. The goal here is to be lazy in bed looking handsome, which you're doing perfectly. We're going to get there, but I want to focus on the outline under the silk. Give it a little nudge to the right so I can see the shape through the fabric."
"Like that?" he said, giving himself more of a stroke and a squeeze than a nudge. It did, however, have the desired effect; I could see the outline of his cock through the thin silk. I leaned in closer, snapped a few full-body shots just in case, then turned lower to catch the 'impression,' as I like to call it.
"Wow," he said, his voice a whisper. "You're getting in close."
"Tell me if I'm making you nervous, but I want to get as much detail as possible. That's what she wanted, right?"
"No, it's fine; I guess I didn't think it through, you know? But it makes sense. I mean, you gotta see my dick; that's the point, right Bro?"
"Totally, man. It's all going to be cool, don't worry about it. Just feel the sheets beneath your body and focus on the feeling of the silk. You can touch it a little to get things going. Maybe I can capture a jump or a twitch. Makes for great Gif material."
"I've never jerked off in front of a guy before. I mean, maybe while watching porn back in college, but that felt different. We were totally focused on the movie, not each other."
"Uh-huh," I said, desperately trying not to picture that scene in my head. He squeezed himself over the fabric, then slid his hand underneath and stroked himself until his cock was significantly larger without being fully hard.
"Perfect, now pretend that you're asleep, okay? Lay back, raise that arm a bit so we can see those muscles, and bend one knee. Yeah, just like that, you look fucking amazing, Bro. So good, she's going to lose her mind."
I took a dozen more shots, some of his entire body but more of the outline of his sizeable cock twitching with his breath as I hovered above him. He kept his eyes closed like a good boy and didn't reach down to touch himself, which was impressive. Each time I straddled his legs to get the right angle, he jumped in his pants, and with the sun shining through his bedroom window, it was a sight to behold.
He looked fucking amazing. His skin shone in the light, and the bottoms rested on his hips, barely covering him. I took three more shots before taking the next big step.
"Why don't you slide them down now, almost like it's an accident? I know it might feel silly, but it'll look good. Just enough so we can see your shaft but not the head. Makes sense?"
"I think so. Like this?"
He pushed them down until I could see his cock lying against his thigh at an angle, but without showing me everything. It was an enticing tease, and I hoped his girlfriend would appreciate a bit of subtlety even if she didn't think she wanted it. As I knelt on the bed, his head and shoulders almost behind me, I focused on his tightly trimmed pubic mound and the thick shaft of his glorious cock.
Very professional. I am a professional. I am calm and doing a good job—deep breath.
"Okay, I think I got those; now let's go for what she really wanted. Just kick off those pants entirely and give yourself a few strokes. Stop in between a couple of times so I can get a good shot of your hand and forearm."
Dan did as I asked, this time without a word, and I could hear his breathing begin to grow quicker. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and squeezed before slowly sliding his hand up and down as I snapped away. I caught the muscles in his arm as they tensed, and I got some of his dick showing through between his fingers, but as he stroked himself, his nerves got in the way, and he didn't get any harder.
"Fuck!" he said, stopping after a few minutes. "This is so embarrassing."
I put a hand on his arm without thinking.
"It's normal. Trust me on this; it happens all the time. This is a weird situation if you're not used to it."
"But you're used to it?"
"Absolutely, and I got you. It's going to be fine. We're not in a hurry; that's what you have to remember. We'll get the shots, I promise."
I'm used to having a little help, you know what I mean?
I smiled again as my heart raced and made a quick and professional decision.
"Do you mind if I shift you a little? Your arms look great where you are, but I think if I…."
"No, it's totally cool, Bro. You're the expert."
His voice grew quiet and tense with anticipation as I reached out and gently wrapped my fingers around his cock until I felt it throb. His breath grew short, and as I slowly moved him to the right, he pulsed and grew hard instantly.
"Fuck, that's so much better. You really do know what you're doing."
"I got you," I said, giving him another squeeze before I sat back and snapped a dozen photos. He lay perfectly still except for his twitching erection as I leaned in so close I was sure he could feel my breath. His little sighs and nervous laughs only made it better.
"All right," I said, standing up and turning away to compose myself. "Why don't you hit the shower."
He was surprised as if I'd broken the spell, but he got up quickly and moved to the bathroom, his erection bobbing in front of him like the leaning tower of Piza. He turned on the hot water, let the steam fill the glass shower stall, and then stepped under the water with his hand on his cock.
This time he needed no instruction. He had clearly done it a thousand times, and I knelt on his bathroom floor, shooting video of him jerking off in the hot steam. He looked gorgeous as he stroked himself, and I zoomed in enough to catch his hand as it moved faster and faster before I turned up to his face and captured him biting his lip in ecstasy.
Thankfully he was too immersed in the shower to notice me adjusting myself as I worked.
That would not be professional. Not at all.
As I finally resigned myself to the task at hand, without any more intervention, he finished his shower and stepped out. I took a few more photos as he dressed, donning his suit before combing his hair in the mirror.
He looked like he was born to dress that way, and as we moved back to the living room, I hoped his girlfriend realized how fucking lucky she was. He took another sip of his drink as he stood by the bar (as directed), and I could still see the outline of his impressive tool through his suit pants.
Time to finish this up, I thought as I stepped back.
"This might feel silly, but it will look amazing. Take your cock out again and give it a little squeeze as you hold your drink in your other hand. A little bit lower; just like that."
I snapped some full-body shots before moving in closer until I was right next to him, his cock barely inches from my camera. He groaned again as he slid his hand up and down his length while it pulsed in his hand.
"A little pre-cum would be ideal," I said, half to myself.
"Fuck, that would be hot," he said. "If only she were here to give me a little suck. That does it all the time."
"Would that do it?" I asked, looking up at him as I knelt on the hardwood floor. "Some warm lips on this beautiful cock."
"Oh god, yes," he said, resting one hand on the bar as he closed his eyes. "It would feel so good, Bro. Just a warm, soft mouth…."
This time I didn't hesitate. I leaned in, took him in my hand, and opened my mouth around his head as he braced himself and moaned. His was thick and warm, and within seconds I tasted that hint of salt that I needed so badly.
I paused only to snap a few photos, his cock glistening with my saliva and gloriously dripping with just a hint of what was to come.
"That was so good, don't stop," he moaned, thrusting his hips gently toward me.
I didn't need to be asked twice, and I had him in hand and mouth a second later. I worked him with both hands, gradually taking almost all of him down my throat. He sighed and groaned and moaned as I sucked him on my knees, and it wasn't until I heard the sound of his phone's camera that I looked up again.
Dan's face was bright and full of smiles as he snapped away, taking one shot after another of me sucking his glorious cock. I kept going, this time looking up into his bright blue eyes as I worked him as best I could as he grinned and moaned.
"Let me film it. I want to come so bad, and seeing it on camera is so hot. Please?"
Once again, I said nothing as I began to work him with one hand and sucked his head between my lips. I moved from licking him up and down to letting him fuck my throat, and his groans grew louder with each passing second. I felt his balls tighten, and the vein on his cock throbbed between my lips while he filmed me desperately sucking him off.
"Fuck, that feels so good; you're doing such a good job," he moaned as he held the camera still. "Oh god yeah, you're gonna make me come. I'm gonna come so hard for you. I'm gonna come in your mouth, Bro!"
And then I felt him tense and tighten before he let go, flooding my mouth as I gripped him in one hand. I pulled back enough for him to capture his eruption covering my lips and chin before taking him into my mouth and sucking until he had nothing left. I licked him up and down, licked the come off my hand, and then kissed the head of his cock as a note of thanks.
Finally, I looked up into the camera, smiled, and licked my lips.
"Fuck, that was amazing," he said, stepping back and zipping up his pants. I stood up as best I could and whipped my mouth with the back of my hand before finding my now warm cocktail. Before I could take a sip, he was beside me with his hand on my arm.
"Wait a second," he whispered.
And then he kissed me.
Long and tenderly, he kissed me, tasting himself on my lips as he gently held me in the middle of his living room. I touched his cheek as I steadied myself; for a long while, the world held still, and not another soul existed.
"Thank you," he finally said, stepping back. "She's going to lose her fucking mind over that video."
"She's not going to be jealous?"
"Jealous she didn't get to see it in person, maybe. Fuck, that was hot."
"It was my pleasure," I said, wondering briefly if I had been played. "I'll send the photos over in a few days."
"That would be awesome. I don't want to start with the vid. Gotta build up to it."
"Sounds like a plan," I said, still a bit dazed as he led me to the door.
"Also, if you're free next week, I could totally do this again. I have a feeling once she gets a taste, she's going to want more. A lot more."
"I'll check my schedule," I said as I headed out into the hallway before making my way to the street. My mind was whirling with all the possibilities as I hopped on the subway home. There were a million things I wanted to do and just as many images I knew I could capture.
But fuck me if I didn't need to adjust my rate.