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Erotic Photo Shoot

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I have to admit I was raised 'on the other side of the tracks.' So, I have to put myself through college, and I'm doing it through modeling. I was just on my first-ever erotic photo shoot, and it was a crazy-good experience!

I was raised by a single mom. My dad managed to stick around until I was 3 years old. That's it. No more father. I've never seen him since, and don't even know what he looks like. I could have tried to become a basketball star, or a rapper, or even a drug dealer, like some of the guys in my neighborhood. But, my mom was smart enough to steer me toward education over and over again, and I'm glad. I've figured out that the chances for a 6'1 guy to be a basketball star are pretty slim, and fact is, I can't sing all that well, either. And I don't like what drugs to to people. I don't even smoke pot. Since I was too young to remember, my mom has spent every spare cent she could get on tutors. I've learned more advanced math, French and Spanish, plus she had me learn what she calls 'proper' English. I sound like a darker-skinned version of Barack Obama, not so much like I came from the Carolinas like my mom does, and everyone else in the neighborhood. In fact, I'm told I look a bit like Barack too, although I don't think so. I think I look more Sidney Poitier, although, well, not nearly so elegant. About college. No way my mom could afford it. So, I'm working my way through. I had to find a line of work that didn't take all my time, yet paid reasonably well. I do have two small scholarships, and a loan, but they wouldn't make ends meet in themselves. Luckily, I found modelling. It turns out you don't have to be all that good-looking to be a model. You just have to understand what the clients want, and have realistic expectations. In my case, it is almost always what we call 'catalog work.' I wear pants, or jackets. Lots of pants and jackets. Sometimes shoes, or weird stuff, like turtleneck sweaters or even gloves. I have to pose exactly like the photographer wants, and I've learned to stay quiet. No joking around, no commentary. If you want to be called back, you stay quiet in this business. I get one or two shoots a week, and they generally pay between $100 and $500 each, but my agent gets 15% of that. One day, I got a call from my agent, and he said he had something different. That sounded interesting because even though I've been doing this less than a year, I'm already bored with changing clothes over and over again. I asked how it was different, and I was shocked by the answer. It was to be an erotic photo session. This photographer sells prints on eBay and Amazon. He'll photograph some people without clothes, and that's what he sells. He must do well, because he was paying $800 for the session. My mom raised me to be a good Christian, so I had to think about it for a bit. I told him I'd call him back within a day. He was fine with that. So, I phoned my mom, and asked her. She said God made me without clothes. She said some other things too, stuff about 'natural' and 'healthy' and all that. I got the idea she'd have taken that photo shoot herself if she could. I accepted the job. Friday at 1pm I arrived and I was a bit nervous. I knew that I'd be showing my willie to the world for the first time since I was maybe 4 years old, and I didn't really know how the session would go down. The only thing I did know is that it would not be like the other shoots I've done. I was greeted by Mabbie, a woman old enough to be my grandmother. She was the photographer's receptionist and secretary. Wow, this guy must be doing good, to have that. She introduced me to Raul. He told me he was the 'fluffer' whatever the heck that is. He was a lot like me, except he was as white as I was dark. He has really long, curly hair. He must be an amateur musician or something, because you could tell he seldom gets out in the sun. After a moment, the door popped open, and in walks Jerome. This guy was taller than me by a good two inches, thin, and dressed like he had a million bucks. He pretty much swaggered in the door, flashed everyone a super-confident smile, and started right in with chit-chat, especially with Raul. Suddenly, I realized, he was the other model. Not a girl! It never occurred to me in a million years it would be a gay erotic photo shoot. My agent left that part out, and I was going to kill him next time I saw him. I'm not gay and he knows that. Or, well, I assumed he knows that. Part of me wanted to bolt. I was already scared about getting naked. Oh, I was a little excited too, and have to admit I had masturbated a couple of times in the days leading up to the shoot thinking about what might happen. But never, ever, did I think the other model would be a guy. However, I must also admit that when I was jerking off, part of my fantasies involved a male photographer seeing me naked. Weird, but whatever. So, I went from nervous to scared as soon as I realized it was to be a gay erotic shoot. My mom has always told me to face my fears. And, I have been told to be 'quiet' if I want to be successful as a model. That means, don't cause trouble. No disruptions. Model's reputations are more important than their looks. Leave a photo shoot for any reason, and you'll never get work again. "OK, here goes." I thought. We were led to a dressing room, but unlike the other shoots, this was to be an undressing room. Jerome stripped out of everything right away. I followed suit although a bit more slowly. For some reason Raul joined us, and stripped completely naked also. Mabbie came in, seeing us all naked (Geez!) and without lifting an eyebrow, led us down the hall to the studio. It was a huge room, as big as a 7-11 store, with all sorts of different sets, several of which contained beds. Our first shoot was to be sitting on two stools with what looked like an old western saloon background. I could do that. Sitting on a stool and looking cool is easy. Pete, the photographer came in, and introduced himself. Unlike many other photographers who are all business, brusque even, treating the models as if they are simply props, he was dissembling, and in fact downright friendly. He instructed us to 'get hard.' What??? This is when I found out what Raul's job is. He walked over to Jerome and immediately started blowing him. I noticed Jerome was half hard even as Raul got started, and within 60 seconds, he was as erect as a streetlight. Raul walked over to me, and as he started moving his head toward my totally soft penis, I must have flinched. Raul sensed my discomfort, and backed up a bit. Instead, he reached forward with one hand, and started ever so gently touching my balls. I knew it was gay, but oddly, it didn't really bother me. It kind of felt nice to have someone touching my scrotum. I've had two girlfriends so far, but we never did anything like this. Just some kissing and hugging. Weird though it was, I knew intellectually that if one has one's 'stuff' touched, it doesn't make that person gay. I also knew intellectually that being gay isn't a bad thing. But all my life I had known that guys, at least guys in my neighborhood, make jokes about gayness all the time, and pretty much deride it. I also realized that I couldn't leave this photoshoot. Reputation, you know. Finally, I realized one more thing: I was enjoying not only the novelty of what was going on, but liked the feeling. And the attention. Mabbie and Pete were watching, as was Jerome. While my mind was racing a hundred miles per hour, Raul had switched to pulling my penis up by the frenulum, the little fold of skin under the head. He was holding the frenulum between his thumb and first finger and tugging gently. Damn, that felt good. I was starting get hard, and the next thing you know, I was hard as a rock. Raul backed away - to my disappointment, and Pete moved in with his camera clicking away, as Jerome and I sat there, facing each other at a 45 degree angle on our stools, perhaps four feet apart, each with our raging erection, experimenting with slightly different positions of our arms, heads, legs, and expressions. His circumcised penis was starting to go soft, so Pete backed away, called Raul over, who then started sucking on Jerome again. I stayed hard, which surprised me. I would have figured that this strange situation would have made me go soft for sure. Interestingly, Raul had been hard most of the time he was in the studio. He was uncircumcised, and the head of his penis just barely stuck out of the foreskin. Jerome had a particularly long dick and was circumcised like me. Mine was a bit fatter than his, but not as long. Also like me, Jerome kept his pubes trimmed close. Raul was smooth as a baby, with absolutely no genital hair. Laser, maybe? Raul finished his work, and Pete moved back in. Mabbie suggested that Jerome and I reach our feet toward each other and 'play footsie' as she called it. Pete thought that was a nice idea, and so Jerome and I touched our feet together in various ways. Well, maybe I am gay, at least a little bit, because there was something enjoyable about that. At first I thought Jerome was kind of full of himself, but he was growing on me. He was like me, in more ways than I imagined. He was a student also, and not all that super-confident. I mean, he seemed likable. Oh my God! Was I attracted to him? Break time. Mabbie brought out sodas and cookies like we were children, but we enjoyed them. That's when I was able to talk to Jerome a bit more. But only for five minutes. Then it was on to the next scene. Yes, I rather liked Jerome. It was to be in the woods. But it wasn't woods. Pete had a set with grow lights in the fake ceiling, and there was a whole bunch of real vegetation. It was a perfect replica of an outdoor setting. Jerome and I were instructed to stand and sit around a picnic bench in various ways and pretend to be having a casual but naked conversation. For this, we were to be soft, which was easy, because after the break, both our erections went down. This scene lasted quite a long time. Pete could never quite capture whatever it was he was looking for, and finally, he gave up. We had another break, and then it was on to the final scene. It was to be in a bedroom. We were to lay in the bed, with erections again, and, according to Pete, do whatever came naturally. Interesting. By now, I had become used to Mabbie, Pete, Raul and Jerome seeing me naked, and had warmed up to Jerome, and all of them, as people. I think I could do this scene. Raul fluffed us up again, and it didn't take him long. Jerome and I climbed into the bed, and Pete walked back and forth, from one side to the other, then to the head, and then to the foot of the bed, over and over, clicking away. I was awkward at first, kind of pulling away from Jerome's embrace, but then I surrendered, and let him enfold my head in his arms. I stayed hard. Of my own volition, I brought my lower body closer, and suddenly felt his hard penis press against my stomach, and I realize mine was pressing against his. I started to feel that "I'm going to cum" feeling, so I pulled away. I think everyone knew what was happening, because no one said anything about me breaking the embrace. After a moment, I was ready for more, and we hugged this way and that on the bed. Jerome cupped my balls in his hand, and I had to pull away again. I was going to cum, and I knew that would wreck the shoot. After a moment, I came back, and cupped his balls the same way he had cupped me. He said 'Mmmmm.' I said nothing, but I did, actually, enjoy touching a guy for the first time in my life. I had to take a break again. Oddly, if I had kept up holding his balls, I would have squirted cum with absolutely no stimulation of my penis. I didn't know until then that that could happen. After a full minute, we went back at it. He stroked my penis up and down a couple times. I had to tell him to stop, so I wouldn't ejaculate. Mabbie suggested we take a ten minute break. That did the trick. I lost the 'gonna cum' feeling, and lost my erection too. Jerome and I started to converse some more, but Mabbie got right between us, and steered Jerome away. She didn't want me getting so hot about him. OK, back to the shoot. Jerome asked if we were supposed to suck or fuck. Pete said no. He didn't do that kind of shoots. Evidently, pictures of guys butt fucking and all that don't sell nearly as well, as what he called 'simply suggestive' shoots. He went on to explain that guys online buy photos of guys with erections all the time, but seldom buy pics of guys actually doing something with those erections. Raul got us hard again, and we resumed posing on the bed. Knowing what Pete had said about 'using' erections, Jerome and I just posed a whole bunch of ways without touching each other's dicks any more. Suddenly, it was over. Too soon, in my opinion. Mabbie led us to the dressing room, we put our clothes back on, Jerome and I exchanged phone numbers, and we all said goodbye. It felt strange, kind of tense, but also nice, having been that close to ejaculation, and not doing it. The minute I got back to the dorm, I threw my clothes off, and jerked off to a very strong orgasm. I'm sure glad my roommate had been at a class when I got home. Pete called a day later. He told me how much he enjoyed my visit, as he called it, and congratulated me on being a great model in my first-ever erotic shoot. I was floored. Photographers never called their models personally. Since then, Pete has had me come back for two more shoots with other guys. For some reason, Jerome and I never called each other. I went all the way with my third girlfriend. In fact, we are still together. I have concluded that I am happily bi-sexual. Although I've never done anything beyond photoshoots with guys, I'm open to the idea. My girlfriend surprised me by suggesting I try it sometime! Wow, now that's trust! Or something! When the photos went on sale, and samples were available to see online, my mother wanted to see them. I was like, "No way." She said she had seen me naked since I was born. She changed my diapers for goodness sake. What was I afraid of? I told her, "But mom, I'm erect in those photos, with a guy!" She said that made her horny. "Mom!" Oh, she wasn't going to do anything about it, but she wanted to see. I relented, and clicked over to Paul's listings. It took a while as I scrolled through 20 other sets of guys posing with erections. Pete's photos were really good, and my penis started to fatten up in my pants as I was sitting there looking at those photos with my mom. Finally my photos came up, and I was, well, proud for her to see them. She complimented me on my looks, on my poses, on my expressions, and on my penis. She said it looked just like my father's had looked except he had been uncircumcised. How my penis could have looked anything like the same as an uncircumcised one, I don't know, but that's what she said. I couldn't help but ask whether she had seen any penises since his. Yes, she had dated a few times, but nothing serious. Evidently men aren't all that interested in single mothers for ongoing relationships. She said she was fine with masturbating. This was the first time we had talked so earnestly about such things. I bought up the bisexuality, and she said she was fine with it. Somehow it is nice to have your mother's blessings on such things. It would have been terrible to have to keep it a secret. She also approves of my girlfriend, and expressed her wishes that we get married and raise a family someday. I'm all for that.

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