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I asked "What sort of photos do you want? You mean a portrait to hang
on the wall or something more interesting and personal?"
"You know, sort of sexy shots, just ordinary things but to titillate
and make her randy." he replied.
"Well there's sexy shots with clothes on and there's sexy nude shots
that can be all revealing or very discreet." I explained to him.
"Oh definitely the latter Iain. I am going away for a month as you
know and I don't want her to be having to look at a magazine of strangers
do I?" he laughed.
"Why? D'you think she'll find something better or bigger than you
have to offer?" I smiled at my friend as I spoke.
We were lounging on a couple of chairs in my garden, Paul reached out
for his beer-can that was sitting on the table between us as he laughingly
countered "I don't think she'll get better but she may find one bigger."
"Anyway you know what women are like." he paused while raising
the can to his lips to take a swig of beer before continuing, "So Iain,
will you do some for me?"
"Yes. 'course I will. We'll have to discuss what shots you want and
where we'll do them." I told him between sips from my own beer-mug
of Tennents Super lager.
"OK. I and very much an outdoor fellow as you know, so it would
be nice to have some outdoors and some inside. They need to be erotic
but discreet. No big close up ones just full length body shots in different
places and positions."
"OK." I responded, "I will be delighted to do that for youbut I think
you need some good close-up shots also to make the portfolio more interesting."
"Well I'll leave it up to you but I really don't want any close-up shots
of my cock. I seen some magazines where the guy's cock fills the whole
page and there's nothing else,and so I don't really want to be quite so
bold as that." 
It was about a week later that we set out on a bright morning. The the sun shone warmly with a few scattered clouds fairly high in the sky. Paul wore a pair of loose jeans and a cut-away tee shirt. We'd agreed he would remain unshaven for the early shots but be clean shaven and with fresh complexion for the later shoot at the studio.
We drove to the venue that I had had in mind. I parked up and Paul helped me carry our equipment to the trees and alongside the lake to a secluded spot by a stream.
Today was the first time I'd seen Paul naked and by the time I was ready he was lying back on the grass arching his hips while pulling the blue jeans off his long legs. He is 6' 2" tall and as the jeans came down to release his manhood I was pleasantly surprised. Paul sat on the branch of a tree overhanging a stream and I took the
first establishing shot.
"Ok now take your jeans off and sit on that same branch in a different
pose."
Just a few positions to get us warmed up and into the spirit of the venture.
His willy was cold and looking somewhat unimpressive, I moved a little
closer to adjust the framing and took another shot.
I clicked the shutter and looked up from the view finder. Paul smiled
and gave me a thumbs up sign. 
"How about one of me in the water?" Paul did not wait for an
answer but immediately jumped from the branch and landed in the stream
of clear water below. His heel slipped as he landed and he ended up sitting
on the stones the water lapping around his buttocks.
"Are you just going to sit there. If the water is not too cold it
makes an interesting and unusual shot."
"It's okay I don't feel it to cold." I captured the image quickly
as I did not want him sitting in the water longer than what was really
necessary. After climbing out he slipped his long wet legs into his jeans
again.
We collected Paul's clothes and my camera bag and set off walking along
the path to a small lake situated in the centre of the area. It had once
been filled with rubbish and what water there was had been polluted and
stagnant. Over the last ten years however the local council had it cleaned
up, made environmentally sound and there were now healthy fish swimming
freely here. "Do you feel happy about going into the water here?"
I asked.
"Sure! Why not? I told you I'll do anything you want so we can get
some good photos." We arrived at a short wooden pier and Paul moved
to the edge and sat by the 'No Fishing' signpost.
"How do you want me?"
"Right. I think it would be best if you undressed. Paul removed his
trainers and started to remove his jeans as I said my camera on the tripod
at the end of the pier.
Though
soft and flaccid his cock had by now warmed up taken on new proportions
that would be much more attractive than the previous shots. Each time
he removed his jeans he folded them up neatly and placed them on top of
his trainers. He stood up and after laying his clothes on the end of the
pier walked over toward the handrail that ran alongside the wooden slatted
base boards.
and "Here slip this on your head." I said throwing a red cap
in his direction "and make yourself comfortable in the corner of
the railings.
I made a couple of exposures with him wearing the baseball cap. I felt
satisfied with the images in camera and told him "Ok now we'll do
a few shots of you in the lake. So if you ease your way in and walk out
toward the centre please." I checked the light readings and looked
for the best place to put him in a Rembrandt style with the lighting from
one side and behind.
Paul left the railings and walked across the pier. Just as I finished checking
my lighting I noticed that he was about to step into the water barefoot.
"Better put your shoes back on " I called over to him from the
wooden structure which he'd just left and on which I was now standing. "There
may be broken glass or tin-cans on the bottom."
I leaned back against the hand rail and watched him.
"Good thinking my man," He leaned over to retrieve then don
his trainers again. It was with trepidation that he left the bank and
waded into the water taking care at first then boldly stepping out and
following my directions till I had him in the spot I'd planned.
"OK. show me teeth as you smile and. Yes. No hold that a moment. There
are some ducks behind you, I want to include them in the background."
I explained and Paul held the pose. I waited a few seconds then pressed
gently on the button releasing the shutter and lowered the camera from my
eye. Paul let his hands fall down by his side and with a wide main asked
"Was it a good shot?" "A good shot? Yes I'm sure it was," I'd reassured him and laughing I added "I got the duck just behind your shoulder and there are a couple of swans in the picture too. Yes mate that was worth the wait"
"Never mind the wildlife just get me in focus," the joked, leaning forward toward me and stabbing his right forefinger into his chest. He straightened up and waited for instructions.
" Alright mate let me get the focus again. I want you to get under the water so that your hair and the tee shirt are both wet so dunk under now." He did as I told him and came up dripping and shaking the water off himself. "How do you feel? It is cold?" I enquired.
"No it's not cold just cool. I can manage that OK but I've shrivelled up." He clasped his genitals and tried to invigourate himself with warmth and circulation to revive his cock and loosen his scrotum.
"That's OK you've done very well so far. Take time and rub yourself till you feel comfortable." I look around the perimeter of the lake to make sure there were no stray pedestrians who might be offended. We continued to chat until Paul's cock was almost fully erect.
"Right! Now just let me focus up and when I give to the word I want you to go under and come upright again. As soon as you come out of the water, as you straighten up, run your hands through your hair to clear the excess water and hopefully your cock will still be impressive if you make it a quick dip."
"Let
me know when you are ready then." He poised himself while I focused
and composed the shot. "Go for it now," I called to him and waited
for the decisive moment to press the button that would open the shutter
to capture the image. This turned out to be a superb shot catching him as
he squeezed the water from his hair and large drops of water falling from
his still semi-erect dick, as he shook himself swivelling his hips in a
side to side dancing movement.
As my model came up the bank from the water he saw a lady walking along the footpath some thirty yards away and ducked down beside some bushes before she could enjoy his nakedness. During the early afternoon we shot a roll of film as we strolled around the lake. Soon there were several people out walking their dogs and a lady with two boisterous kids also appeared on the horizon. The area became too busy for us to continue so we went back to the car and drove to my home and studio.
On our arrival back at the house I suggested a beer and asked Paul to
get changed into a chef's outfit for the next shots. "I think we
will need to eat later so it is a good opportunity to kill two birds with
one stone."
"You serious?" he asked.
"Yes and there's no reason not to eat the food." I told him.
"You be angry by the time we finish this shoot." While talking
I handed him the outfit, trousers, apron, jacket and hat.
"What do you have for me to cook? I am not a good cook you know,"
he told me.
"No I didn't know but it will not matter as I will be there to oversee
the actual cooking. You just look convincing as the chef for the photographs.
OK?"
While
he was changing into the next costume I set up two flashheads, a main
light and a fill both shooting into white umbrellas, in the kitchen. I
metered the lighting and made ready the props I intended to use. 
Paul didn't take very long to get changed and was admiring himself in
this new outfit.
"It suits you. You're looking good, and convincing which is quite
important."
I guided him and
positioned him in front of the work top beside the kitchen-sink. I had
a turkey set up on the chopping board with some vegetables close by. Paul
took up the knife, brandished it and said, "Now I feel more like
a chef." He started to cut up the neck of the bird whilst I paid
attention to my lighting arrangements.
"Ouch!" I heard him shout as I positioned my camera which was
now on the tripod. Quickly I looked up to find out what had happened and
found Paul holding his crotch.
"What have you done?" I asked with concern that he may have
injured himself.
" I was cutting the neck here ," he pointed to the meat before
him, "and the knife slipped and I cut the trousers." He released
his private parts as he spoke. I walked over to him to inspect the damage.
When he had removed his hands I could see that the chefs trousers has
been cut just below the right hand pocket.
"Are you hurt? You haven't you cut yourself have you?"
"No! I seem to be OK." He replied.
"You are a lucky boy." I said earnestly, smiled and stood back
to survey the area. "It's a good thing you dress to the left now
isn't it. Otherwise you might have drawn blood." I smiled at him.
"Drawn blood? I might've cut the little fucker off." He lughed
at me with a mischievous grin and then took a sip of his beer as he recovered.
"Then Emma would have blamed me. She'd have thought that when I saw
it was such a big piece of meat that I wanted some for myself." I
joked with him. 
" I know you like t' eat meat but some of mine you ain't havin".
was his riposte. Now that I had been able to assess the situation I had
an idea.
"Don't move or do anything I am going to fix it." I told him
as I moved foward and knelt before him. I placed my fingers into the small
cut that had been made by the knife and ripped it a little further. Then
standing before him I opened the trousers at the waist and undid the zip
fly. "Now don't worry I," I reassured him, "I am going
to rearrange you to the other side."
With the zip now lowered I parted the trouser front and taking his cock
in my hand gently I placed it aalongside his right thigh and held the
right trouser front up to the waist to see the result.
"OK." I said tracing my right forefinger down over the bulge
of this semi hard-on to find out where it lay inside the trouser leg.
The cut was strategically placed halfway down his cock so I redid the
zip.
Standing
back to look from the camera angle I made another assessment but was not
happy with the effect. Paul stood as a good model should and allowed me
to think about it for a minute. "It needs another cut" I heard
myself say but I was was really speaking to myself. "Just about two
or three centimetres lower than the one you made." I finished aloud
in any case.
"Really!" He looked at me with some uncertainty, while continuing
to stand there. I opened his trousers again and took his cock and balls
out to allow me access to the area I wanted. Taking the knife in my right
hand I inserted my left hand inside to protect his leg.
"You be careful what you're cutting up down there." He laughed
at me as he pulled his stomach in tensing the muscles in excitement or
apprehension I was not sure which.
"You need have no fear. I wouldn't do anything that would damage
such a magnificent tool." I told him with sincere admiration. "Your
willie is very safe in my hands, OK?" I didn't tell him how delighted
I was to be able to have such close contact with him. I would very much
like to have access to it more often.
I
cut another slit in the trousers and laid down the knife. Now to check
all was well I took his cock and replaced it inside the right trouser
leg. I pulled the zipper up and tied the button at the waist before arranging
his phallus behind the two splits. Stepping back I asked him to go into
the cutting pose again. Checking the detail I did not like how the trouser
lay. It was too loose and did not look good so I said "I need to
make another adjustment 'cause your cock is not showing the way I want
it to. Stay where you are and don't move your hips and legs much after
I rearrange it. OK?"
"Yes Boss!" He said as he came to attention and raised his right
arm to salute in mock obedience.
I knelt on the floor beside Paul and opened his trousers yet again. This
time I held his cock where it was against the cuts and dropped both his
balls in the right leg also but behind his cock just to give it extra
padding in the trouser. His cock was getting hard as I held it there and
so I knew it was time to get the shot in the can. Having finished with
his body for the moment I went back behind the camera to direct his pose
and took the shot.
"Right that was good and I think Emma will find that will stimulate
her culinary interests." I laughed.
"We might be able to sell some in other places too. What do you think?
Paul asked.
"There is always a demand for good pictures. Let's see what turns
out first and then make plans when we know what we have." I suggested.
" Now Paul, I want you to stretch up as though you are reaching into
that cupboard above you."
"Like this?" He asked stretching into the overhead cupboard
as I had instructed.
"Yes that is exactly what I want. Relax a minute till I set up the
camera." I started to make the settings and check the flashheads
had recharged. When I was ready I told Paul to stretch up. As he did so
he turned away from me so that I could only see his back and side. "No
that's no good. I need to see you. Move your right leg back a half pace,
carefully so as not to disturb the arrangement too much. Then stretch
up again. I looked at him through the viewfinder as his arms reached upward.
Just as I was about to release the shutter his cock popped out from one
of the splits in the trouser. This last movement, as Paul's nearly hard
cock swung tantalisingly before me really made the picture come alive.
We spent some time doing a little final preparation to the bird and then
I reset the lighting on the other side of the kitchen where the oven was
located. For this next shot I wanted a low angle but I wanted the scene
to be lit from above. My train of thought was interrupted.
"OK Iain," said Paul, "this is one fine bird ready for
stuffing." He looked over to me as he spoke.
"So will you stuff her or shall we take turns and both have a bash?"
I joked with him as I looked in his direction.
There was no stuffing for the bird as we both knew so he continued placing
the fowl on a baking tray ready for the oven. I placed the main light
high to my right where it would shine over Paul's left shoulder. An umbrella
over the other head and sited low near the floor it would push some light
back into the shadows. I metered and set this lamp to be half as bright
as the main light and stood back. This didn't take long and by the time
I had finished my handsome model was ready to be set up for the next photo.
I quickly finished putting my full meal into the automatic oven as I'd
had the potatoes and everything prepared before I left home.
With the meal under way we decided to press on with the shoot and to that
end Paul went to remove the chef's clothes. I took my camera and lighting
upstairs to the shower room. The room is only six feet square so I opened
the window and set up a ladder on the outside. This meant that I had to
shoot from a precarious vantage point.
However, ever the intrepid photographer I managed to get the images I
wanted but not the angles I would like to have used. Paul stood in the
shower wearing only his swim trunks. 
I
set up the first shot and then asked him to wet his pants to enable a
better outline of his potential.
"OK. That's looking good" I encouraged him "put your hands
into your hair and spread your elbows a little to broaden your shoulders.
Excellent now pull yourself upright so that your hips stand proud. Good.
Lovely, hold that." I pressed the camera shutter release button and
the flash fired to indicate I had the shot in the bag. "You OK?"
I politely asked. "Yea, sure." Paul lowered his arms and relaxed
with a big grin. He was really enjoying the shoot and putting everything
into it. I had not known him for very long and I was a little surprised
how much of an exhibitionist he was. He is a man who is proud of his attributes
and enjoys showing his body.
"Right then" I attracted his attention again "Now I want
you to bring your cock to the front of the shorts and if is soft enough,"
I grinned with mirth as his cock had never gone really soft again since
he worked himself up in the lake.
"You mean I should put some cold water on it." He returned my
grin and start his hands inside his pants.
"Just bend it inside a little and lower the pants a bit so that I
can see the hilt and pubic hair above." He adjusted his cock inside
the swimwear and posed for me.
"That's good but turn your whole body a little to your left. No too
much go back a little. OK hold that. Now laugh a little more." I
clicked the shutter again.
"OK Paul that's a nice one, a good shot." I told him as I checked
the camera and rested on the ladder for a minute. "Now I want you
to take your pants right off and turn on the shower." Paul did as
I asked and took up the bar of soap lying on the shelf. "Yes the
idea is excellent but if you use shampoo from that bottle on the shelf
instead of soap I think it'll work better. I want your hair lathered up
till the suds start running down your chest and trickling from your navel
down through the pubes to drip off the end of your cock if you can."
Paul
took hold of the bottle I'd indicated and worked it into his hair to form
a frothy lather then waited.
"Just keep on working those suds and lean back just a little so the
shower water will help them run down your chest." I told him as he
stopped. Holding the camera to my eye again I looked through the lens
to compose the picture but continued talking. "Keep you elbows and
arms clear of your face and I will take it when the suds are running.
Good go on. Just lather it a little more." The flash fired and the
next photo was captured. "Excellent shot. That went well. Do you
need a rest or shall we continue?" I asked.
"I'm fine let's carry on while the goin's good. I am really enjoying
all this. I feel like a star and just can't wait to see the photos. I
must say the flashes are a bit bright in here though" he told me.
"The flashes just seem very bright due to the light reflecting of
all the surrounding white tiles. So you just adore all this attention
and being the centre of attraction." I teased him taking my next
image as I spoke. "For my next brilliant study to be published in
Vogue next week I want your face lathered with shaving cream and your
razor poised for a shaving shot. OK?"
"No probs. I'm getting the hang of this pretty fast don't you think?"
he enquired.
"You certainly are. You're also a very easy model to work with. You
do exactly as I ask of you, your movements are smooth and the results
look good. I too am enjoying this very much. I feel like the paparazzi
being totally intrusive here snapping away at your private life. Especially
the shots when I was on the ladder" I laughed and shook my head.
"So anyway if you take that cream and make yourself ready for the
next shot."
Paul
lathered his face with the cream, rubbing his fingers in circular motion,
a hand on each cheek getting well into the stubble to soften the bristle
in preparation for its departure.
"You'll
certainly be clean by the end of today. That's looking OK already let's
go for it." I spoke as I watched him work. Stepping back from the
mirror he turned to face me and posed with the razor poised.
"How's that look?" he asked.
"Not good mate. Not good." I grinned and laughed at the expressions
he was pulling on his face. "Put your left hand to the right of your
chin and pull your mouth open. That'll stretch the skin so poise the blade
just above it ready to strike." I advised him and within seconds
we had made the shaving shot and recorded it.
I carefully climbed down the ladder and took the camera inside before
removing the ladder from the window and closing it. Paul used this time
to complete his shaving and take a proper shower to wash out the suds
and lather. I went to the kitchen and poured some more beer . When I had
taken the beer up I began to set up for the next shot.
I wanted to show Paul drying himself off with a big maroon towel. 
The
shower room was too small to allow me to shoot it even from the outside.
Walking into the bedroom I decided this seemed the best place where there
was enough space for him to stretch his long arms as he held the towel
extended. I set the flashheads on stands again putting umbrellas on each
to soften the light and be a little flattering to my subject. All this
moving of equipment took some short time and Paul emerged from the shower
room, clean shaven now looking fresh and fit.
"Hi! You feel clean and refreshed now then?" I greeted him with
a smile as he entered the bedroom. "You'll have to take five and
think about the next shots while I just finish setting it up. OK?"
I indicated the array around me and waving my hand in the direction of
the bed added "make yourself comfortable and drink the beer."
Paul sat on the edge of the bed and waited chatting to me while I finished
by metering the lights and checking the final composition over the general
area before I put my subject into it.
We took a short break before continuing. We sat on the bed and discussed
the final part of the portfolio. Paul wanted to have some photos of him
relaxed on the bed doing a few different poses and using a phone. I accordingly
adjusted the two light stands in the bedroom leaving an umbrella on one
flash for fill and a high reflector on the main light to put good modelling
into the shot.
The
first few shots I tried did not work well due to Paul's' above average
height. 
Finally
I decided that it would work better if he were to kneel on the bed thereby
camouflaging his long legs and talk into the phone. That worked out quite
well.
I organised a the next photo of Paul on the bed with a stuffed hippo at
his knee and a girlie magazine for him to read. "view 20" This
was quickly followed as he wanted me to make this one a shot of the him
laid back listening to some music through a set of headphones. His pale
skin contrasted well with the dark sheets. 
With my shots in the bag I put my camera down and lay on my side near
him on the bed. "Well Iain tell me what you think of the photos we
took so far?" Paul asked as we lay beside each other on the bed.
He
lay still and naked on the bed in the warm room. With having been in such
close proximity to his naked body all-day I was never far from a point
of excitement. It was very tempting to reach my hand over and stroke his
muscular stomach. I was still wearing my black jeans though the checked
shirt I had worn earlier in the day had been discarded before I climbed
the ladder so I was cool and naked from the waist upwards.
"I am very happy with what we have done so far. The day has gone
very well for me and you'll love the photos when you see them." I
assured him. "How do you feel about it? You think you've achieved
something worthwhile? I think Emma will be delighted to have these as
reminders in your absence and she'll have no interest in any other man."
"Sure I have. I don't know about the photos till I see them but I've
really had a splendid adventure making them." He sat up and leaned
on his elbow looking directly at me with his wide open countenance. I
looked up at his face as he broke into a grin that must have come from
the memory as he continued, "That woman who nearly ran into us at
the park threw me a bit when I had to jump in behind the bushes but otherwise
it has all gone well I think." He stretched out to ease his muscles.
" I don't know if I will be able to stay up much longer though. I
have been fairly hard all day long and it is a bit soft now." He
stroked his penis as he spoke.
"In that case we had better press on while there is still some life
in the old bloke." I suggested.
"Good idea. What do you want to do next?" He asked. I couldn't
tell him that I would like to give him a blow job because in the unlikely
event that he said yes I my have had to wait too long for him to become
excited enough to continue with the pictures we had yet to capture.
"Well I think we have only a few more to do now and we'll be finished.
A shot of you coming down the staircase would be good and then something
with you partly dressed to finish off. What do you think?" I asked
for his ideas.
"That sounds fine to me. If I take the towel and carry it over my
shoulder and get a shot on the stairs?" He suggested.
"Yes that seems good. Just lie there for a minute though and let
me see if I can be of any help. "Where is that girlie sex book you
were looking at earlier?" I asked Paul.
"It's right here beside me" he picked it up and offered it to
me adding "do you want it?"
"No I want you to look through it again for a minute to get yourself
worked up a bit harder before we shoot." I told him. He laid back
on the pillow and started to browse through the magazine.
"Give me five minutes to recover and we can do those last few pictures
though."
"OK I will go and set up the lighting for the stair shot and I'll
call you when I am ready." I left the bedroom and went to do the
work. Five minutes later I was ready to roll and when I called for Paul
he said "I am just coming. I am not as hard as I was but I think
there is enough interest there to get the photos." Shortly after
that he came to the top of the stairs and I got the shot from below. He
descending with the towel over his right shoulder.
To finish off the shoot I asked him to wear the Officers uniform jacket
that he had brought with him. I felt in the final shots he should be wearing
something just to round off the session and to allow him to walk away
feeling pleased and good. I also wanted to create photographs that could
be used as illustrations in different story lines. I took the lights and
stands to reposition them and Paul combed out his hair and put in the
military coat. I knew this would be a difficult shot and that it would
take time to set up and get the angles that I wanted. It would be useful
to give him this opportunity though to recover his energies and get his
cock into shape again for the final frames so I did not rush it. When
I was about to call him to say I was ready I heard him tread down the
stairs.
"Can you fix the belt for me it is far too big and I'm not sure where
to put this long end?" he asked me as he entered through the studio
door.
Wondering with a wicked thought, yet knowing to which long end he alluded
I called, "Sure come over here and I'll pin it where it will not
be seen. Tricks of the trade for hiding creases and ruffles are a necessary
part of my art." I informed him. After I'd fixed the extending length
of belt, which was certainly too long but I managed to hide it, I stood
up and asked him to stand before the mirror for me. I explained that I
would pose him in front of the mirror but I wanted to get his face in
the shot also. "So if you see me adjusting and trying a variety of
angles it is to get it right. OK?"
"Sure you're the boss. It's quite hard work being a model really.
But it's a kind of hard work that I like and could become very fond of.
Anyway you've done alright so far." He moved over and stood where
I had instructed him to be.
Finally we went back to the kitchen where, when I was set up and ready,
I asked him to take the turkey out of the oven. Paul opened the oven door
and surveyed the bird for a moment. "What's the matter is it not
cooked yet?" I asked as he 
hesitated."Oh
it's cooked alright. No I stopped 'cause I was thinking...Oh it doesn'tr
matter." he finished and turned back to the oven a little nervously.
Using the oven cloth to hold the hot roasting tray Paul lifted out the
golden brown bird and as he turned toward me I saw that his big cock had
again become erect - perhaps from the heat of the oven - so I squeezed
the button, the shutter opened, the flash went off and I had just finished
a delightful days work.
Paul placed the roasting tray on the worktop and straightened up. "Ok
lets go sit down and relax for a while. I need a smoke a drink and to
unwind before I sit down to eat food. Are you still all right for time?"
I took my lights, tripod and camera and headed for the studio.
"Yes I have plenty time. Emma knows that I'll get back when I get
back but she just doesn't know what I'm doing." Paul informed me
as he picked up the two cans of beer and followed me through carrying
one in each hand. In the studio of the plonked himself down in the armchair
in the corner. Now that the shoot was over he was sitting relaxed, leaning
back in the chair with his long legs spread open before him and the uniform
jacket open. I thought he was looking irresistible.
