I Needed Money, and it Turned Out Well

Well, I don't know if this story is interesting enough for yeu. [I said, "Let me be the judge of that."] So, I was browsing the ads online, and came across someone who had advertised for "Female Photographer Wanted." Well, I'm good at photography, and I needed the money, and I was curious: Why did the photographer need to be female? The guy wrote that he wanted sexual nude photographs of himself for a portfolio. I guess by "sexual" he meant that he would be showing his erection. I have to admit, as soon as that though came to me, I felt a tingle in my twat, and a twang in my stomach. You're a guy, but I'm sure you know the equivalent. And, I'm guessing that he wanted a female photographer because he wouldn't be able to get in the mood, to get it up, for a male. So I wrote him, and he assured me he'd be a gentleman and he was offering $100 for a simple photoshoot. I showed up at his place at the appointed time. He greeted me and I was immediately disimpressed. The guy was a bit short, prematurely balding, and about 20 pounds too heavy to be any sort of model, or so I thought anyway. Nevertheless, I was still suffering from the tingle and twang effect. If nothing more came of it than me seeing a live, hard cock, I'd enjoy that. He offered a drink (fruit juice), and we talked a bit. I had to assure him that I would erase the files after giving him copies. I had to assure him I wouldn't tell anyone about it, or at least not with any details. He put on some music, and started doing what could be best described as a striptease. It was kind of homemade. Actually, quite homemade. I guess he was trying to impress me, or get me in a receptive mood, or maybe he was trying to set his own mood. Soon enough, he was standing before me as naked as the day he was born. And as soft. I mean, limp as a noodle. At that point, I'd have been more excited to see my brother. I wanted a hardon, damn it! He started fiddling with himself while he kind od danced around. Meanwhile, I got out my camera, adjusted the lights around the room, and took a couple of not-very-impressive pictures. He started growing a semi. After a few more minutes, his mood had shifted nicely. He was sporting a full erection, and I was getting wet in the panties. Now I was happy. He was sort of dancing, almost swinging around his living room, and his large, shaved prick and big dangly balls were waving around. I was in heaven. This was exactly what I wanted to see. In the past couple of days, I had imagined all sorts of scenarios as to what might come next. But nothing did. Absolutely nothing. I took the photos, some very good ones, if I do say so myself. Then he put his clothes back on, thanked me, and somewhat brusquely showed me the door. Oh well. And yet, it was safe, it was fun, it was nice. Of course when I got home, I jilled myself silly. I've sent his pictures, and he sent back a "thank you" email and paid the $100. And that's that. I'd like something more, but so far, it seems neither of us has suggested anything by email. Oddly, he never gave me his phone number, and he doesn't have mine. I guess I'll email my phone number and see what he does with it.