"Want to make some money?" the old man smiled at Karl. The sun baked down on the cement beach of Chicago by the lake. It was not only hot, but humid. Newly bared skin had already turned red on the pot bellied men around them. Little kids ran around playing tag or other games with no point. Women chatted while hiding under wide brimmed hats. Nobody was watching, Karl knew. "Doing what?" "Posing. I'm a photographer and you look fantastic..different then all the other boys here" Karl knew he looked different. He had a tan from the three months living in California. Then without any warning, he was suddenly on a plane moving to Chicago. No surfing, no roller blading down the paved pathways on the beach and most importantly no Malcom. Malcom was his buddy...since they met in high school. Just about everything one did, the other would to. Karl learned to roller blade just to keep up wiht Malcom and Malcom learned to surf to keep up with Karl. And they learned other things too. Their friendship was close enough that they confided in their mutual appreciation for the muscled men they saw at the beach. Hidden magazines Malcom showed Karl initiated their masturbation sessions together and eventually Karl reached over to grasp his buddies erection. "Got to show you something..close your eyes" Malcom said. The sensation was fantastic.....and Karl couldn't get enough of those sensations. He opened his eyes watching Malcoms head as he moved it up and down while his tight lips surrounded Karl's dick. "I gotta try that" Karl said one day and they learned the meaning of 69. But Malcom was in California and Karl was in Chicago. It wasn't bad but it wasn't home. "You gotta see this guy" Malcom told him about a weightlifter that had moved into Karl's old apartment. "He's gonna help me train too" "You better watch out or you'll be helping him out" Karl laughed. "I'd be glad to" Malcom said. They never talked about their sexual activities, fantasies or definition. All they knew was that they liked watching athletic men on the beach and sucking each others cocks. "What do ya say?" the old man seemed impatient. "You just want me to pose?" "Yeah, you got a tan....all the other kids are red. You have a tan line or ???" The man was asking if he tanned naked. Back in California, he and Malcom would lay in the sun buck naked all the time on the roof of his apartment building. Nobody was around, so why not? And their hands and mouths would be busy while they were there. So, Karl hadn't the usual sharp tan line. "How much?" Karl asked. "Fifty to start, we can pay more if you want to do more of course" Karl wore a jockstrap that showed his defined belly and his rounded buttcheeks. The man seemed startled at first when he came out of the dressing room that way. "Is this ok?" The man smiled broadly "We're gonna have a great time" The one hundred dollars felt good in Karl's pockets. "I have a friend with a tanning booth if you want to keep that tan" the man offered. He wasn't Malcom, but the man was nice. And Karl knew what he wanted him to do and be. Karl lay on the bed and let the bulbs tan his naked form. He knew that the man and his friend probably could see him. He didn't care. "Want to pose with some other guys?" Karl walked into the room to pose with the strangers. "Hell, for five hundred dollars I'd give him head" he told Malcom the night before. "Just be careful" Malcom warned. The group were all ages and looks. Most were in pretty good shape and one or two even had a nice tan. Karl pulled off his shirt and shorts standing in his jockstrap. "No straps today..just you" the man said as he walked by. The others were stripping naked and Karl hesitated. "You're cute...we should get together when this is over" one of the boys said to him. They shook hands. "Al" the boy's name was offered and Karl gave him his. Naked the group would stand or pose as the man instructed. They laughed and horsed around too. Karl found himself kneeling in front of a tall guy with a fat dick. He kidded the man by snapping his teeth. Then Karl was on his hands and knees and felt the belly of another guy pressed against his buttocks..and the mans hands on his hips. "If you get aroused, we'll stop until you relax" the man said to Karl. "Or one of us can help you another way" another voice said and several laughed. "Ok oil up guys" the man instructed. The room was getting hot...the boys were sweating and now Karl was spreading oil all over his body to shine like the others. A hand spread it on his back. "Uh, thanks" Karl turned his head. It was Al. "Put some on me too" Karl's cock rose as he felt the boys body..the muscles, skin and pulse of his blood moving under the shiny dark skin. "I'm from Guatamala" Al had told him earlier when Karl said his skin looked like polished wood. "Ok ok, calm down boys, you know we can't sell those shots..at least not to this client" Karl was surprised his erection subsided as he and the others moved, squirmed and posed all over each other in a naked wrestling like scene. "You did real good today..except for that problem. You know I do other kinds of photos and videos where you can not only not worry about your erections but do something about them" the man peeled five one hundred dollar bills off a roll for Karl. "We can do them together" Al offered as he waited his turn. "But you need to practice first. Al why don't you teach him?" the man said as he paid Al. Karl spread the oil all over Al's chest, stomach, thighs, balls and cock... then waited while Al did the same to him. Their erections were so red from their excitement Karl thought they would burst. He sighed as Al swallowed his cock and he gave Al the same pleasure. He closed his eyes as Al slid his cock up into him while they both stood..and he muttered Malcom's name as his new friend slid up and down in and out spurting his sperm inside Karl's gut. "Ok boys just do here what you do together" the man said as he and another man aimed their video cameras at them. "Wow you look hot" Malcom said to him months later. He had rented the video from a store nearby....after Karl told him to look for it. "I jacked off three times watching you and that other guy fuck like animals" "OK, I'll try it..just start and we'll tape you then add Al" the man said. It had taken some convincing but Karl assured the man that Malcom and he could put on a great show. Malcom had hitchhiked the distance and grabbed his buddies body in a tight hug of friendship and passion when they were reunited. "Work first then fun" Karl said immediately leading Malcom to the warehouse where they would soon be naked while two men videotaped their long delayed lust for each other. "What are we gonna do?" Malcome said as he began to oil his body. "What we used to and then some" Karl smiled evily. "You mean like you and that guy did on the tape?" Malcoms concern scared Karl. The old man would be really pissed if Malcom backed out now. "Shit that's what I've been wanting to do with you for years" They kissed, sucked and fucked. Al watched growing a bit jealous as the two boyhood friends, with California tans, made love....long ignored but finally expressed as the cameras captured it all. "Want me to join them?" he said to the old man. "Naw..let them go...it's like watching two greek statues come to life and go at each other with total passion" Al watched and stroked his own cock. It was true, his friend and the new one from California looked like art objects alive. He knew that later he'd be able to join in....maybe not in front of the cameras but back at his apartment.....and he would be able to worship these two objects of art the way he wanted.