The day seemed to go on forever. After twelve straight hours of shooting half naked men for the new international male catalog, my eyes had become totally desensitized to beautiful, buffed bodies.
"Jon, we need some more light on this one", I screamed to my assistant.
"Okay", he replied sulkily.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired right now. Maybe I should get out of here for a while and shoot, I mean, take a load off" I said.
or "Sound's good to me", Jon said with a wink.
I gathered up my camera and tripod and started toward the darkroom which happened to be in the backroom of my studio. I turned on my safe light and started to prepare the chemistry when i noticed my light was flipping on and off. I looked around, trying to focus on anything i could when i felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You don't mind if I play with this little light of mine do ya?" a smoky voice said.
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"Who are you?", I asked as his hand moved down my chest.
"Well, all you need to know is I'll be on page 23 wearing the ribbed body suit."
I immediately knew which model he was. He was around 23, blond hair and eyes as dark and blue as the deepest submarine canyon. His body was cut with a perfect six pack and pecs straight from god. yep, i remembered him well.
His hand inched around my waist and began to caress my ass. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and the thought of him made me sweat. I turned around and felt his breath on my lips. They were like roses grown in semen, mother nature at her best.
"Shouldn't you be out there taking more pictures", he asked.
"Ya, but I think I like the Instamatic I'm taking right now."
I grabbed his hand and shoved it down my pants. I could feel his finger play with my shaft as I grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into my own. My tongue wrapped itself around his and our spit became one.
"Suck it", I demanded.
And he was all to happy to oblige. He undid my button fly jeans and took my dick out. He started biting my balls and then worked his mouth up into a lather in order to take my ten inches of steel. He treated it like it was his own private missile pop. And it was melting quickly.
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