In Focus By J. Smith
Dante was exhausted. He had spent the day prepping for this photoshoot,
shooting each item of clothing separately and cataloging the shots, both for his expanding portfolio and for the catalog they were being placed in.
But as soon as his model arrived, they could get to work and, in less than four hours, he hoped to be on his way home in time to pick up his son at school.
As a struggling new fashion photographer, Dante knew beautiful people when he saw them, but the model that had walked into the room to be put on display for the underwear ad he was shooting today was beyond attractive.
Gorgeous was the only word he could think of. As he nervously fumbled with the camera, Dante couldn't figure out why he was so apprehensive, it wasn't like he was going to ask this model out. But all that creamy golden skin on the slim, dancer's body was very distracting, even if it was on a young man instead of a woman.
"Monte?" he asked.
A pair of large, almond-shaped, brown eyes turned toward him, one eyebrow 'tilted upwards in question as his full, sexy lips pouted below a small nose.
"Go on back behind the screen and try on something you like, then we'll get started."
Dante fiddled with the strobes, setting them to the correct height for his new model and waited for him to change.
He almost dropped his camera as Monte stalked from behind the screen to
begin stretching exercises on a pillar holding up the ceiling in his studio loft. He followed the sleek, perfectly toned calves and thighs to the tight, white pair of boxer-briefs cupping a hefty bulge, up past hardened abs, a perfectly sculpted chest and lightly muscled arms. He glanced away quickly when he noticed Monte's eyes on him, as if the exotic man knew he was being checked out.
"Why don't you go stand on that x over there and I'll get this camera in
focus?"
"Whatever you say," Monte said in a deep, pleasant voice, "you're the man in charge."
Dante could feel himself begin to sweat, "it's the lights" he told himself, then clicked on a couple fans he kept just for that reason.
As soon as he got behind the camera and began shooting, Dante was able to lose himself in the technical aspects of photography, almost forgetting the
man in front of him as he considered angles, shadows, focus and composition.
Two hours and six changes later, Dante wrapped up the session and told Monte he could go get dressed.
As part of the job, Dante always gave his models the choice of 10 shots for their portfolio, and with the advent of digital photography, he was able to let them make their choices almost immediately.
He downloaded all of the shots and deleted the 30 or so images that weren't up to his exacting standards just as Monte finished getting into his street clothes.
"Why don't you come over here and pick out a few? You can come in and get the prints tomorrow if you like."
Monte smiled and turned a straight-backed chair toward himself, straddling the seat, resting his arms on the back.
"I really appreciate this man," he said. "My portfolio is pretty slim right now and it's hard to show any diversity."
Dante almost flinched as Monte's knee bumped into his, but he let it go
after a moment as they began to discuss which photo's were good and which ones would have to go.
Twenty minutes later, Dante turned to ask Monte a question about one of the photo's and stopped breathless as he realized their faces were only inches apart.
His eyes locked on Monte's lips, and he actually leaned forward a bit before he noticed what he was doing and shook himself with an embarrassed laugh.
"Um, ok Monte, I can uh, have these photo's to you tomorrow, why don't you come pick them up at about 2 p.m.?"
Monte smiled, he could smell the tension dripping from the man next to him. At first, he thought Dante was just playing a game and had decided to play along, licking his lips every time he noticed the photographer's eyes linger on his crotch. Monte had played the cat and mouse game before, teasing and taunting a man 'till the tension was tight as a guitar string before making his move, but this guy was giving him some weirdly mixed signals.
"Sure boss, whatever you say, 2 p.m. it is."
Monte rose gracefully and stretched, catching Dante's eyes lingering on his stomach.
He picked up his duffel bag and walked from the room slowly, feeling the
older man's gaze caressing his ass.
Shaking himself, feeling as if he were waking from a dream, Dante saved all his work then got up and cleaned up the studio, preparing it for the next day's shoot. For some reason he felt energized, his skin prickly, almost like it did every time he found a hot new girl to conquer. Only this time it wasn't a woman's mouth he pictured going down on him, instead, he found himself wondering what it would feel like if Monte's full, pouting lips were wrapped around his dick, then he shook himself and laughed, must've been a longer day than he thought.
After he picked up his 10-year-old son, Jeremy at school, Dante drove home and made dinner, watching a few movies before he sent his son to bed.
Dante shuddered as the hot hand wrapped tight around his dick, stroking it with slow even strokes. He could feel hot, smooth skin rubbing against his back as another hand reached up and tweaked the ring in his left nipple. Lips gently nibbled at his back raising goosebumps all over his flesh.
A rock hard rod bobbed against his back, causing his dick to leak a bit of precum. He almost exploded when the hand that had been pulling and tugging at his nipple came up to his mouth and pushed three fingers within. He sucked the digits hard, wrapping his tongue around them, licking them 'til they were as wet as the head of his swollen cock. He shuddered when he felt a wet finger dragged along his back to the crack of his ass, a sweet spot for him. Then he moaned deep in his chest when one finger, slid slowly pushed inside the tightly closed ring of his anus. It stroked gently pumping with the same rhythm of the hand on his dick. He moaned, more excited than he had been in a long time. A second finger followed the first, stroking his prostate and turning his legs to jelly. Dante could feel bits of electricity tingling in his legs, and turning his balls rock hard with tension. Pas the third finger slid in he found himself pushing backward into the hand, groaning and moving rhythmically in time with the fingers, his head lolling back on the shoulder behind him. Dante's eyes opened a slit and he looked in the mirror in front of him almost jumping when he noticed that the face
looking over his shoulder wasn't his girlfriend Keri's. Instead he realized it was Monte's sultry lips pouting back at him from the mirror. Almost at the same time he felt a hot, hard dick replace the fingers as they left his ass. He grunted in pain and pushed back against the dick feeling the hand in front of him tighten further and match the pace of the cock slowly pushing into and pulling out of his ass. Although the pain of having his virginal ass plucked was distracting him enough to keep him from cumming, he couldn't believe how good it felt to have his hole filled at the same time as a hand was stroking him toward one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever felt.
He heard a jangling noise from a distance, becoming more and more insistent until just as he was ready to cum into the hand that held his cock so tightly, he woke up.
He could feel himself begin to deflate, and frustrated, he picked up the phone and barked, "what?" only to hear Keri's voice whining at him over the line, "Hi baby, I just got home, did you miss me?"
"Not really," he said, pissed that he had been so close before she interrupted, until he remembered the dream and ordered her to come over.
Dante checked the clock on the wall for the 1,000th time that day, 1:31, in 29 minutes Monte would walk through the door, and sit beside him. He would hand him the prints and...what? Would he stay and talk for a while? Come out for a drink? Give him a blowjob?
God what was he thinking? Dante had never been attracted to men, then all of a sudden this guy walks into his studio and he's got a terminal hard-on. He glanced again, tapping the stack of prints on the table, 1:32. He set the prints down, worried that his sweaty hands would ruin them. Tired of sitting in front of the computer and pretending to work, Dante opened a file of photographs that he was digitally correcting for one of the other offices in the building, and began to play with them in photoshop.
About 30 minutes later, he jumped as he heard a knock at the door.
"Are you there?" came a deep, sexy voice. Monte walked through the slightly opened door and closed it behind him, locking it as he did.
As lost in concentration as he had been Dante almost fell out of his seat at the sight of the boy in front of him. If he had been gorgeous yesterday, he was hot enough to catch fire today. A tight black t-sirt spanned his chest and a pair of equally tight black jeans covered his ass. Dante hoped his anti-perspirant would hold up.
"Oh, Monte, there you are, here's your prints," he said, shoving the pile of prints toward the smiling man.
Monte walked closer to Dante, taking the prints from his hand and tossing them back on the table without a glance. Wrapping his hand around the back of Dante's head, Monte pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Then pulling back he placed Dante's hand in his lap, guiding his hand up and down, allowing him to stroke his hard dick through his jeans. Dante's eyes widened as he felt the size of the bulge.
Monte put one hand on Dante's shoulder pushing him to his knees, then, as Dante looked up at him in shock, allowed Dante to unzip his fly and take his cock out. I think Monty should unzip his own fly.
A soft groan fell from Dante's lips as he took the shaft into his mouth,
sucking hard, shocked that he was doing this. Although he thought of himself as quite adventurous sexually, he'd never given a man head before. The feel of the smooth purple head passing through his lips, was intoxicating, exciting him thoroughly. He looked up at the closed eyes of the man above him, watching as he groaned and threw his head back. His hands came up on the back of Dante's head guiding his lips up and down on his shaft. Dante wasn't sure he would be able to control the hard-on growing in his pants.
Monte could feel the buildup tightening his balls, making them hard as he shoved his dick deep in the older man's throat, his moans making his mouth vibrate and drawing the orgasm closer and closer. He grunted, moving faster 'till, after only a few moments, he shoved his dick in deep, cumming in long spurts down the older man's throat.
All energy gone, Monte leaned back against the table panting after the best blowjob he'd ever received, a satisfied smile on his face. Patting the man's cheek, Monte reached over and grabbed the prints, looking through them carefully.
These are wonderful Dante, thank you," he said pleasantly as the man
swallowed every drop of cum in his mouth and stood unsteadily.
Dante wasn't sure what to say. His dick was throbbing in his pants and it didn't look like it would be satisfied at all if he didn't do something soon.
"Monte?" he asked. "Do you want to go get a drink or something?"
Monte looked at Dante carefully for a moment before a surprised look crossed his face, "that was your first time huh?" He asked grabbing Dante in a big hug. "I'm a little embarrassed now, I mean with all those sexy, long looks you were giving me yesterday, I thought you had done this before."
Taking Dante by the hand, Monte led him to a small bed by the wall that Dante used as a prop in lingerie photography. Pushing him down gently he reached down to pull his shoes and socks off, then slowly pulled Dante's pants off him. Soon enough both were nude and lying on the bed, bodies entwined, kissing passionately. Monte began to stroke the older man's dick hard, just as he had in the dream the night before.
Dante groaned, doing everything he could to keep from cumming. Monte stroked him hard, then placed his mouth on his dick, sucking hard. Dante felt rockets go off in his brain and moaned loudly his ass coming off the bed hard as he felt the younger man pull his cock deep into his throat his nose rubbing against his stomach. Grabbing the man's head in both his hands Dante pulled out just enough so he could watch as his cum began to squirt from the dick into the other man's mouth. He watched as Monte sucked him dry then licked his dick clean. He fell back against the bed panting, his life changed forever. He knew he was in love.
Monte rose from the bed and got dressed, slapping the older man's ass on his way out the door, prints in hand.
"When can I see you again?" Dante asked hopefully.
Monte smiled, "I'll call you."
As the door slammed behind the sexy younger man Dante realized that he hadn't given him his number, nor had he asked for it.