Hi Guys,
This is chapter two of my second story published on Nifty. "Dirty Tricks At The Photo Shoot" was my first one.
Each of my stories is partly fiction and partly autobiographical. As I said previously this one is more autobiographical and less fictional.
Again my thanks go to Rob in the UK for his help in reviewing my draft manuscript and for tidying up a little bit some of my English. I also want to say thank you to Kent from the USA. Some of you guys possibly don't appreciate how difficult it is to write something like this in a language other than your own mother tongue.
So, I hope you are enjoying this story. Please email me at traumfotos@gmx.de as I really do thrive on your reactions as they give me further inspiration and motivation for my work. Also let me have any ideas or your fantasies for future stories or chapters, and I may be able to include them.
Hugs Moritz
Nude Modeling For Money -- Chapter Two
When the doorbell rang I opend the door.
"Hey honey, is dinner ready", David asked with his typical grin on his face.
"Yes my dear, and how was your working day", I replied in jest.
"Oh just the usual! I have do work real hard, so my wife can buy yourself just such useless things like a very expensive lens. It smells really good. I love women who can cook."
David seemed to want to dish it out strong again. Firstly, I am indeed gay, but I hate it when I am compared with a woman. On the other hand, maybe he was joking with me and didn't really mean it. It was just part of his role as a husband coming home. Okay, I know my hobby of photography costs me quite a bit, but I work very hard to pay for it. Anyway, whatever David's true meaning whether it be provocative or joking I found David's chat kind of amusing. I think I had to watch that I didn't start to fall for this guy.
"I wanted to actually do you a favour and come over again in my extremely tight jeans, but I found I no longer fit into them for a long time. All my 'bits and pieces' got so badly squashed that I could hardly walk; if you know what I mean. I know how happy you are when you look at my legs. If you want I can try and put them on for the photo shoot as I have brought them in my shoulder bag".
He briefly opened his bag and showed me the jeans from last time "Well", I said, "at least I'll see your legs naked for the first time today without anything hiding them from my view. Of that I am very pleased. In any case David, the last time you were here ??I took all the shots with these jeans I wanted, so we need not repeat them today. Also, you must be aware that very tight clothing at nude photos shoots cannot be worn beforehand".
"And why not", David replied.
"Because the material will leave visible lines on the skin of the model. That happened to me once when I first took pictures of a young man naked from behind. Previously I had taken photos of him in fairly tight underpants. On the nude photos you could detect noticeable pressure marks left on his skin by the elastic of the waist and leg bands of his underpants. A nude model therefore always takes some time out before a photo shoot to let his skin relax and must only wear a bathrobe or something very loose fitting; of course, that is unless he is going 'commando style'. Only when all the pressure marks on the skin are gone, can you start to take pictures", I informed him.
"Do you mean, I must take off all my clothes now except my briefs", David said surprised.
"Nice idea, but I think this session we'll get away with it. Let's eat first as the food is ready. Please go and sit down at the dining table in the living room. I'll just get the salad", I said.
"Salad, I thought your text message said something about pizza".
I enjoyed the moment of indignation this caused in David.
"Of course there is pizza, but there is also some salad beforehand as a starter. You do not have to eat it if you do not like it", I said smiling at him.
His face lit up and he quickly walked into the living room.
I put a big salad bowl on the table and sat down opposite him. In the meantime David had poured out two glasses of Coke.
"You want to try the salad?", I asked.
"Sure, as a starter that's okay!"
After I had put some dressing on my salad, I took the big pepper mill and seasoned my salad.
"I like my salad spicy and hot", I said.
David retorted, "I bet that's not the only thing you like hot. However, I didn't come here today to discuss your sexual preferences, but to let you take some more photographs of me".
Well, yes, it could be fun with David. He has to rebel against everything.
Playing in the background was the CD of the British group the HURTS. As well as liking their music, I also found their lead singer, Theo Hutchcraft, very attractive.
"The music pleases me," he said as he devoured his salad with great gusto.
"Why are you at home at this time of day. Don`t you have to be at work. Surely you have to earn money to be able to live like this", he asked me.
"Sure I have to work, but most of the time I do it from this room here at my apartment", I replied.
He looked into the opposite corner of my living room towards the large work area. There were two desks in a corner and on them were three computer monitors and three big tower units below.
"Do you sell dirty pornographic pictures", he asked.
I had to laugh at this assumption by David.
"No, I mainly work from home and I earn my money with several guide websites. I also work as a business consultant. Everything I do is 'above board' and very seriously professional".
"That should I believe?"
"By the way, you must have known that I am at home now, otherwise you would not have written in your text message that you would immediately come around".
Why I had not thought about this point before I do not know.
I looked at David and waited for a response. He continued to eat his salad quietly. He seemed to enjoy drawing out his reply. When he had left me in suspense for long enough he finally answered.
"I have researched on the internet about you. It's called to google".
"I know all about Googling as I earn my money in part on the internet", I replied.
Interesting, he had been on the internet trying to learn more about me. Why I wondered.
The salad had been completely demolished, mostly, I have to say, by David.
"I'll go and get the pizza now", I said.
When I served David his pizza, he was astonished.
"Have you made and cooked the pizza yourself?" , he asked me.
"No, it was a frozen pizza base, but I added all fresh ingredients for the topping. I do not like eating ready made meals. They are not healthy. Too much sugar, hydrogenated fats and lots of chemical additives. Mostly I eat a vegetarian lunch in a restaurant. There, everything is freshly prepared with no nasty additives or unnecessary and unhealthy quantities of sugar and salt", I informed him.
"Well, I suppose if you can afford it that's OK", he replied.
"In the long term everyone must find a way to afford it, because you are sick less often in the long run; are more healthy and strong, and do not have to swallow those useless vitamin pills. One must keep eating habits fairly simple though. I am self-employed; if I am sick, I make no money. If I invest in my health through eating sensibly I am ill much less frequently, then it pays back in money for me by increasing my earning because I am not often ill and unable to work", I said.
David was silent. He understood the truth of what I was saying. I think for the first time he had no smart or slightly provocative response to make. Our chat moved on to more immediate matters.
"I told you last time that I noticed how well you responded to my shooting directions. Have you ever modeled before? "
"Maybe something like that", David replied rather reluctantly.
"Why are you making such a mystery out of it?" I asked him.
"Because it really is private", he responded rather quietly.
"But, in case you missed it, we're in the process of revealing rather private things about each other", I replied.
"Well, I guess that I actually could tell you", he said.
Slowly, he pushed back another slice of pizza into his mouth. I did not want to discourage him from eating, so I waited patiently.
"In our neighbourhood there lived an 82 year old man. For four years I regularly bought food and stuff for him in the supermarket and got his medication from the pharmacy and all those sorts of things. He always gave me a few dollars. He himself did not have much. At 17, I then started to do cleaning about his house. He was not very good on his legs.
Whilst cleaning his apartment I found a couple of old gay magazines. Really creepy magazines, not with bad things in it, but just very poorly made photos and stuff. He was very embarrassed, but I calmed him down and told him that I was not in the least bothered. He believed me, because I found nothing objectionable. He told me that he was homosexual and in the past had so many problems. He told me he had several times lost his job because of trouble with the police because he is gay. In those days the laws were different and the police literally went out and hunted down gays.
He told me how hard it was to get these sort of magazines and how happy he was when Polaroid cameras came on the market which developed films themselves. You could now take nude photos of yourself with your friends without the danger of being outed as a gay when previously you had to give your films into a lab for developing and printing. He had a whole drawer full of these self-developing Polaroid photos. Over time however the photos had faded and almost nothing on them was now recognizable. He still had the camera though, but it was unlikely that you could now buy film to fit.
I asked him if I should maybe get some new magazines for him. He would only give me money and then I would buy them for him. He almost started to cry about what I was willing to do for him. Then he said that as I still was not 18 I was not legally entitled to buy such magazines. I had quite forgotten that. I felt really sorry for the old man. He had in his life apparently had quite a lot of bad luck and suffering because of his homosexuality."
David once again ate some pizza. I was quite lost for words at all this revelation so we ate for some time in silence.
David then went on.
"The next time, I wanted to clean the apartment of the old man with a vacuum cleaner. It was pretty hot in his little house and I got an idea. I took off all my clothes except for my underpants. The old man was quite surprised when he saw me nearly naked, but then he smiled very happily. Most of the time I swept in front of the chair where he sat, so he could look at my body for a long time. At first it felt strange doing this, but over time it became a matter of course. Once I had entered the old man's house, I always stripped down to my underpants to do his housework. Since I was not 18, I kept the pants on to avoid problems with the law. The old man had had enough problems in the past.
One day he asked me if I would do some poses in front of him like the models in the magazines. I agreed and he found this very erotic. It was kind of very entertaining. Almost like a game. Well, there you are, so I do have much experience in posing. "
"Well, that actually explains a lot." I said softly almost to myself.
David continued, "Four months ago he asked me what size was my underwear. I was somewhat surprised at the question and answered size 5 M. A week later he gave me a small cardboard box; in it was a pair of briefs delivered to him from a specialist men's underwear store. He asked me if I would mind in future, from time to time, wearing these pants for him while I cleaned. The underwear was only about half the size of normal underpants; all in all very brief. The waistband was slung very low ending just above the base of the penis so that nearly all my pubic hair on my pelvic bone was clearly visible for him to see. He confessed to me that he has always had a weakness for pubic hair. What my thighs for you, my pubic hair was for him.
On the days when I was not wearing his favorite pants I just pulled my pants a little lower so that he could see my pubic hair. Well, actually he would have asked me to do that even earlier than I did, but he dared not do so. By the way, I have also brought these briefs with me today in my shoulder bag. I think you'll also find them very sexy. As I said, they are cut really low and not really suitable for everyday use".
"Huh, I'm really excited", I said, "and have you told the old man what photos we took last time and will take today? I think that he would certainly have enjoyed it", I said to David.
"Yes, I think he really would have enjoyed me telling him but unfortunately he died four weeks ago. I found him dead in his chair. Rigor mortis had set. First I cried, then I collected all his magazines; photographs and Polaroids, and then I destroyed them all by burning them. I then also looked for other things that I thought the old man would have found embarrassing if they had been discovered by strangers. Only after that did I inform the police".
David, nearly musing to himself softly said, "he was such a nice man who wouldn`t do anything bad to another human, and yet they had caused him such harm and grief in his lifetime".
David and I briefly looked each other in the eye and then we ate the remainder of the pizza in silence.
Somehow I was not in the mood for the photo shoot anymore.
I cleared the table and David wanted to help me, but I told him that it would be easier if I did it alone. I put everything on the trolley and then I disappeared with it into the kitchen. There, I sorted the dirty dishes out into the dishwasher. I could have done this later on, but I needed some time to think about what David had just been telling me.
It took some time until I walked back into the living room again. David now had a new CD inserted into the player and was dancing and moving his body to the music wearing only the underpants which had been given to him by the old man.
The sight was breathtaking. David's body was really very similar to that of Ryan Carnes, maybe even a bit more exciting. Because he was a little bigger and also because of his long muscular legs. His narrow hips; his slim waistline and his strong muscular thighs made him appear even stronger. David knew exactly what movements he was able to make in order to show off his body to its best effect. Working as a GoGo dancer men and women would surely lie at his feet to worship his lithe body.
When he turned his back to me I could admire his V-back and his pert well formed taught round butt. For someone who was not a supermodel or a super athlete, David had a fucking great body.
The old man had chosen David some really great underwear. The waistband actually started just below the base of the penis; they were so tiny and left very little to the imagination. The base of his cock topped by his pubic hair was beautiful to see on full display, and left me entirely wanting more. David had put his penis pointing downwards in his underwear. On each side of it could clearly be seen two large well formed testicles. Together the whole 'package' resulted in an impressive bulge; a wonderful and tantalising sight to behold.
"Come, let's make raunchy pictures, I can earn some money and you can see something that inspires your imagination", he said.
Again, he made with that one hand, the clear upwards and downwards movement with a wrist motion.
"Where's your big camera", he asked frivolous.
My mood had improved again abruptly. I quickly took my camera out of the cupboard.
"Okay, lets not do the photos today at the window, but here at the dinner table. Please lean back against one of the chairs. One hand on each side of the top of the chair. One leg slightly bent and the other straight to the floor. "
I wanted to emphasize in this and the following poses, especially the legs and his abdomen. I knelt before him and photographed David from a slightly slanted upward perspective.
"Okay, now please spread your legs apart a little further. ... .. great, really great".
"Now, please sit on the floor. Both legs bent towards your chest slightly supporting you please; with the hands on the floor. Legs slightly apart again. Fantastic. So now raise your body upwards high, and push with your butt and with your legs, so your torso and arms form a bridge. I will then take pictures between your great legs and then I will take more shots of you from the side".
This necessitated a pose of some force by David. He had to raise his buttocks in the air and lift his whole body with his feet; legs and arms off the floor to form the bridge. It was a fantastic sight.
"Okay, now you can lower your butt again to the floor and stand up again. I want something now where you are playing about with the chair. Lift your back leg on to the chair. Please keep the front leg stretched diagonally. Yes, very sexy. Yes, now play with the chair. Please sit down with your butt cheeks on the very front of the seat, spread both legs and both arms firmly towards the far back of the chair".
All these poses I had David perform really accentuated his muscular thighs and the strong well formed abdomen of his athletic sporting body.
The poses I put David through were sometimes not easy to do for him. He often had to lift his own body weight with his arms. Sometimes it reminded him of fitness exercises which could be done with the aid of a chair in order to train the triceps.
"Okay, now put the chair sideways to me. Feet on the ground about a foot away from the chair and both hands on the chair seat. Now lower your body and chest at an angle towards the chair. Perfect. Now, do a few push-ups in that position using the chair. Perfect. Very sexy indeed.
"Okay, the 20 minutes are up", David said.
With David I could take in 20 minutes as many different poses and shots as I would usually do with other models in two to three hours. Every time after I had pressed the shutter four or five times he would automatically change his body posture. He also seemed to have a natural instinct as to how he had to present his body at its best to the camera.
Now he stood; beaming; slightly exhausted, and glistening from slight perspiration in front of me, both hands on his slim hips in a thoroughly relaxed posture. Naturally he looked very sexy and I had taken some fantastic shots.
"Okay, it's now time to earn my little bonus," he said with a grin on his face that I had come to know.
"Let us make a few pictures over at the window." David said.
He positioned himself at the window the same as last time. I put the reflector again in such a way that reflects the incident light coming through the window on to David. David's side away from the window was highlighted.
When I was in position ready to continue to shoot I was already curious. What was it that David had devised to coax those few extra dollars out of me? He then said: "Be patient for a moment, and promise me that you will not change your present position. You promise?".
"Yes, I promise", I said.
He now turned and stood with his back to me with his legs slightly apart. I took some photos. Now out of sight I could tell that he put one hand down inside his sexy briefs and slowly pushing the material downwards teased his penis out of his briefs. I could see his arms moving and with the other hand, he appeared to grasp his penis and started, slowly at first, and then a little faster, to massage his magnificent manhood more and more strongly. Twice I heard a soft moan from him.
How glad I would have been to have been able to stand in front of him and take many photographs of this display, but I had to watch from behind him. Unfortunately his back concealed all the real action, but I could hear and imagine what was going on round the front!
"So this has to be enough. It must suffice," he said. He put his penis back into the very tight pants and turned back towards me. Even then what a sight beheld my eyes. His penis had grown enormously and had to be almost fully erect. You could see clearly the shape and size in the sexy briefs. He had positioned his penis to one side and his two large testicles to the other side. The tiny briefs seemed almost to burst. I could clearly see the imprint of David's glans through the thin material.
"So now you have to shoot fast, because it could be that my cock gets fully stiff and the head will pop out of my small briefs. Should that happen then the photo shoot is immediately terminated and you must stop taking pictures and delete any that show my exposed manhood. "
He stood with his legs slightly apart in front of me, both arms up and hands behind his head. What a magnificant sight. David changed this rather incautious posture as he wanted to avoid stimulating the shaft of his penis anymore and causing the head to pop out over the top of his briefs. Even so the shaft was clearly a little harder and bigger than before.
"Can I make a few close-ups of your crotch", I asked him.
"Yes, but hurry, my prick is still getting stiffer and my briefs are not going to hold it back for much longer and then it will bust out. I cannot keep it tamed for much longer", David said urgently.
I went a step toward David and knelt before him. David now had both hands on his hips so he could fast cover up if necessary. His penis was still getting harder and harder to keep tamed before was going to jump out of his pants.
I took some very nice close ups of his beauty. Even now his cock was still not fully erect but was already 8 inches long. I would have to hurry if I was to get all the shots I wanted before his penis jumped out of the top of his briefs and I had to stop the shoot. Through the camera I watched as David moved his index finger towards the tip of his penis and the material of his briefs glistened around the eye of his penis as it twitched a little as pre-cum oozed from the hidden head to become absorbed by the taut material still restraining his cockhead. There would not be long to wait before something happened!
Suddenly, David held both hands in front of his crotch and covered the penis which now bounced free being no longer held in place by the material of his tiny briefs.
"Okay, that's it. End of the show. I will now go and get dressed", David said with a grin.
He quickly went to the dining table where he had put his clothes on one of the chairs and got dressed.
"Well, how did you like the photo shoot and the little show I put on for it? What you pay me now", David grinned at me.
I told him the amount and David pulled the little face. "Well, I think it should be 10 more dollars" he immediately replied.
"Exceptional yes, but I'm not sure who cheated who here though", I said laughingly.
"This little amount will not make you a poor man." said the David, as always wanting to have the last word.
"If I understand correctly the way you work, then I have to take off all my clothes at the next photo shoot. You will then take pictures of me completely naked shooting from behind; the side; front, and I will have to cover my genitals all the time with both hands to prevent you taking shots of my genitals with your camera", David questioned.
"It will be just as I had said."
"Well, what you said will not happen then, because I will not let you take completely nude photos of me", he replied. "If I allowed you to take such photos I suspect that you will make large-format nude pictures of me that you will exhibit on your living room wall. Each of your visitors could then see me desperately trying to hide my genitals", David said.
"You really don't have to hold your hands over your manhood. You should openly show the camera your masterpiece. I do not think there is any reason whatsoever for you to hide your genitals."
"Very funny, I can tell you that is the sort of favour I will not do for you" he said. Too bad then, this is therefore probably our last time together today as there will be not another photo shoot", he continued.
"David, you can visit me again without me having to photos. I enjoy your company very much. You're an interesting young man", I said.
"Well, before my next visit I could try again to put my exremely tight jeans on. Then you would have also some inspiration for my visit should I come again as you ask of me", he said grinning and again did that upward and downwards motion with his hand by moving his wrist.
This time I grabbed his hand and held it tight.
"David, please don`t do that again. It upsets me as really like you now. I do not now see you just as a piece of male man meat to be used and photographed just to provide inspiration for me wank over. It would be nice if we could become good friends. "
David stopped grinning and looked at me suddenly turning serious. I held his hand tightly still, but I had loosened the grip a bit. We looked each other straight in the eye.
"I think it's really shameless that you try to take advantage of my misfortune. Just because I'm unemployed and need money urgently you want me to strip butt naked in front of you for your own ends", said David.
"Like I said, I only make suggestions; whether you accept them or not is entirely your own decision. I don`t force you to do anything", I replied.
"For which jobs you are applying by the way? If the jobs you are looking for only involve hard manual labour, then I'm not surprised that you are unsuccessful. For such jobs the number of applicants is huge, because everyone can fulfill the simple requirements.
What do you think David, why do jobs for which you need no special skills mainly involve only physically hard work and are so poorly paid? While I don`t think it's fair, it's an age-old problem the world-over. So far only Socialist Governments have tried to change it, and as you well know, unfortunately they have not been very successful in doing so.
You must find out where your strengths lie and what differentiates you from your many competitors in the job market. Many years ago now I was unemployed for a few months, and I used the time productively to further educate myself. For me the strategy was successful."
"You're starting on politics again. I better leave now", David replied, slightly annoyed."Thank you for the food and the money", he said.
He quickly went to fetch his jacket off the coat hook. When I went to shake his hand say goodbye at the door he hugged me briefly instead and said "Bye". He then quickly turned and disappeared.
I liked the rascal now and was really very happy within myself. Maybe even something more than that ...
This time, now it was all quiet and he had gone, I sat at my desk and tried to distract myself by working a little. There was a lot I seriously needed to begin to focus on.
The next day I received the following text message: "What is there today for lunch honey?"
I emailed him back the answer, a specialty from my Indian restaurant.
"I didn`t know, but I can try."
"Be my guest. I'm happy. "
"Rejoice not, it's rather too early. See you soon", he replied.
What could he have meant by that? Oh, maybe he wanted me to just let go and just stop taking photographs. Maybe he thought I might be disappointed if he did not let me take any nude pictures of him. Well, there was he mistaken.
I did not care whether he wanted to do more photo shoots for money, or if he just wanted to have lunch with me. So important had he become to me that any thoughts of photos were coming to an end. I would be just glad of his company.
Copyright Moritz, Germany 2012
... to be continued ...
Chapter three is almost finished. I just have to motivate my diligent helper in UK and USA to help me with the translation.
I'll post the next chapter, only if you wrote me to traumfotos@gmx.de. I want to know that my work makes sense. So it's entirely up to you ...
Hugs Moritz