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THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S DREAM
Part I
Chase put his camera down for a minute and stared across the crowd. He watched the mostly young professionals move across the table of gift baskets lined up for the fund-raising drawing and auction. He had volunteered his photographic services to the non-profit organization dedicated to a very worthy cause. All of the gifts, food, facility and services had been volunteered for the semi-annual fund-raiser. He picked up his camera and snapped a couple of candid shots as well as posing a couple people, much to their pleasure. Then he returned to his place at the corner of the u-shaped bar.
The bartender, a good-looking guy with dark blond hair and big arms, was talking-up an average-looking girl who, you could tell, was flattered at this hunk's attention. But his glance quickly swept the bar and noticed Chase. Disengaging from the girl, the bartender drifted over and asked, "What can I get you?" His half smile and direct eye contact immediately made Chase tingle.
"Just a draft."
The bartender left only to return shortly with a draft beer and a bowl of nuts. "I thought you might like some warm nuts," he said as he continued smiling with direct eye contact. Then he turned quickly as someone called out to him.
"Thanks. Warm nuts are always good," Chase muttered as the bartender walked away. These guys are all the same, he thought. Ready to hustle and make the clients think they could stand a chance with such a good-looking guy but who usually had the brain of a turnip, thus the reason he was bartending at that age. He had worked several summers as a bartender while in college and learned all the ropes, including how the managers always chose the best-looking and sexiest guys...and girls...as bartenders. They simply brought in more money.
As Chase was looking through his long lens at the milling group, he focused on a good looking guy at the other end of the bar. With his long lens he could pull the guy in close focus. He was Hispanic, probably Central American with mahogany skin and black hair. His classic looks belied a more indigenous heritage than any contribution from the Spanish.
The guy was looking directly ahead, straight into the camera, almost like he knew the camera was focusing on him. Maybe he did. Chase clicked off a couple of head shots. The suddenly the guy turned, greeted by a young lady of similar Hispanic heritage. Chase watched through his lens and took a couple of more shots as the couple chatted, mostly her in an animated manner.
Chase got up and threaded his way through the crowd to where the couple were at the other end of the bar. "Hi. I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm the photographer for tonight and just took a couple of shots of you two. Even from across the way, they came out pretty good and thought you might like to see them."
The girl giggled as they huddled around the back of the camera as Chase flipped through the pictures he had just taken of them. All three of them were very tight together as Chase, holding up the camera, felt the young man's hand on his shoulder as he pulled closer.
"Oh, those are good," the girl cooed. "I should always hold my head up higher, shouldn't I?" she said, critiquing her images. "Carlos, you always look good!"
"Well, both of you look very nice. Have you ever been a model?"
"No, but my friends always told me I should be," the girl giggled again.
"I'll have to give you my card before I leave. I'm in a camera club and I or some of our members occasionally need a pretty young lady for some of our projects. I also do guys when they're willing," Chase said, glancing up as his eyes briefly locked with those of Carlos.
"That would be nice," she sort of blushed as she kept her eyes on her images.
The loud speaker system announced that the drawings for the special prizes and live auction would begin in 10 minutes in the main room. "I'd better get going. I'm helping with the drawings," the girl said. "I'll see you later, Carlos. And nice to meet you. I'll look for you after the auction." With that, the girl slipped into the crowd that had begun moving to the main room.
Chase stood there and chatted for a few minutes with Carlos as the crowd thinned out and they finished their drinks. Chase learned that Carlos was from Peru which explained his classic "Aztec" look. The girl, Lori, was from Guatemala. Both had been brought to the U.S. by their parents quite a few years ago. Carlos smiled when he said that the two of them were more like good friends, though Chase figured Lori would like the friendship to be much more.
"Well, buddy. I think we'd better move into the main area," Chase said, clapping Carlos on his back. With that, they drained their drinks and headed out.
Part II
The crowd was packed closely around the organization's president, several staff members and some volunteers, including Lori, who had begun carrying in the items for the live bidding and special drawings. Carlos was already there by the time Chase had retrieved his camera bag and made it to the fringes of the crowd. Others still continued to arrive packing in tightly. Although Chase was taller and had no problem seeing, he held his camera up high to get a couple of wide shots of the speakers. He felt a jostle as Carlos smiled and slid in front of him.
"Hey, buddy. I need to use your shoulders to stabilize my camera," Chase said above the noise. He received a nod from Carlos and moved directly behind him, placing his elbows on his shoulders to reduce the movement of the surrounding crowd. As Chase fired off a couple of wide-angle shots, he felt Carlos move back into him, his jean-covered ass barely moving against Chase's crotch. After a couple of more moves to confirm it just wasn't the crowd jostling us, Chase returned a subtle gesture of sliding his crotch against Carlos' ass. Then they were perfectly still with the noise of the speakers and crowd taking over.
Chase dropped his arms from Carlos' shoulders and held his camera down in his left hand as his right arm dropped down Carlos' back and past his ass. Chase felt Carlos shift slightly so that his left leg was almost in front of Chases two legs, leaving his right hand at Carlos' ass-level. Chase felt Carlos begin to gently rub his ass-cheek against his leg, and just the slightest lean-back into his chest. Chase figured, what the hell, and let his hand slip down to that tight little ass covered with a sport coat. Carlos' movements didn't increase in speed but did in pressure. Chase slid his thumb between Carlos' legs, letting it stroke up and down the seam of his jeans. This continued for a couple of minutes with the people surrounding them completely unaware of the increasing sexual game.
Chase squeezed each cheek just a bit and returned his thumb and fingers to stroking that covered division of his ass. Chase could feel Carlos' breathing increasing as he looked straight ahead. Then he felt Carlos' left hand touch his left leg and slowly move its way upward. Chase heard a barely audible moan as he felt fingers slide up a long, half-hard cock extending down his jeans.
"I'll be in the restroom," Chase whispered, as he broke away and pulled out from the crowd. He had spotted a chubby young volunteer who earlier discussed his interest in photography and made his way over to him. "I've got to go to the restroom. You want to take some photos of the auction and drawings?" Chase asked and handed him the camera. He excitedly took it and moved to the front of the crowd as Chase headed to the Men's Room.
The Men's Room was long and narrow, progressing from the door, past the three lavatories, four urinals, two stalls against the wall and ending up with a larger handicapped stall aligned across the width of the narrow room. The lighting was dim. Chase noticed a squeak of the door when it was opened which always would announce someone entering.
Chase quickly verified the room was empty and went immediately to the back handicapped stall, leaving the door unlocked. He hung his jacket up on the hook and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular body from lots of gym work. He unzipped and pushed down his jeans, letting his thick, seven-inch uncut cock spring free. And he waited, hopefully. But not for long.
The door squeaked, announcing that someone had entered. Just to make sure, Chase glanced through the crack to see Carlos advancing cautiously. He slowly approached the door and pushed it open as his eyes widened when he saw Chase leaning against the wall, stroking his big cock. There was no sound except the soft background music as they locked eyes again. Carlos stepped forward and took Chase's hot cock in his hands. Then he dropped to his knees and took that quivering piece of meat into his mouth as Chase reached over to lock the door.
Carlos began sucking like it was a feast and he was a starving man...and maybe he was. He stroked Chase's big shaved balls as he kept forcing more of that cock down his throat. Then he pulled back and sucked each nut deep into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around and caress it carefully. He began sliding his tongue up the sides of that thick rod to rotate his tongue between the foreskin and cockhead. He returned to gulping that fully-inflated monster down his throat, pulling back each time the gag reflex kicked in. But that happened less often with each push onto that shaft until with one final effort, Carlos embedded that full length of that hot, thick cock all the way down his throat. Now it was Chase's turn to utter a barely audible moan as he began breathing heavily.
Something this good couldn't last forever and Chase didn't want it to end just yet. He reached down and lifted the smaller Carlos up to his feet, bringing their lips together with an aggressive passion. Their tongues engaged in a fierce battle as Carlos reached around Chase' neck and, with Chase's willing assistance, wrapped his legs around his waist, riding his jean-covered ass up and down Chase's body.
Chase pushed Carlos' legs down and slowly turned him around. Carlos, sensing the upcoming action, quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, holding onto the handicapped rail. Chase quickly slid up behind Carlos, letting his hungry cock slide back and forth between those two beautiful, tan cheeks. He wasted no time in placing his cockhead at that tight rosebud that seemed to scream, "Enter here!"
Chase held one hand on Carlos' waist while the other slathered his big cock with saliva. Then he gently began pushing into Carlos' hole. He went gently as he knew from experience how his cock could hurt someone unprepared. With each push forward, he would enter a little more until he felt Carlos tense up. Then he would withdraw only to return to go a bit further. Every few strokes he would just hold his cock still inside Carlos as his tight little hole adjusted to that passionate invader.
Finally, he was about three-quarters into Carlos and he started slowly stroking in and out, developing a passionate rhythm. Carlos held onto the rail and began to meet Chase's movements. He reached back to feel a little more than an inch of thick cock had not entered his hole. Carlos took a deep breath and forcefully pushed back on Chase's cock, cramming the whole thick shaft deep inside his guts. Both Carlos and Chase uttered a deep guttural moan. Then Chase held Carlos' slender waist with both hands and began to fuck!
Chase fucked with a beauty that would please any hungry bottom! He long-dicked Carlos' sweet ass only to lean across his back and "bunny-fuck" with short, intense strokes. He rotated his rock-hard shaft to churn his guts and cause Carlos to moan with pleasure. He looked down as he watched that slick rod appearing and disappearing in that well-stretched hole. He fucked with a hungry desire, surrounded by the sounds of a cock stroking in and out of a sweet hole, occasional moans from both participants, and the soft, indifferent background music.
Then Chase began to pick up speed as he felt that basic rumbling deep inside, signaling a forth-coming nuclear explosion! Carlos sensed the oncoming assault and braced himself. With an audible moan that if anyone else had been in the restroom would have heard, Chase rammed his shooting cock deep inside Carlos' willing ass and unloaded what seemed to be a timeless amount of seed. Carlos, at the same time, had reached down to his own cock and fired his load onto the floor. After what seemed to be an eternity, the emotions slowly ebbed, as Chase slowly stroke his cock back and forth in Carlos' cum-coated guts, milking out the last vestiges of that sweet juice.
Chase slowly let his softening cock slide out of Carlos' well-fucked hole. He unrolled some tissue and wiped his cock as well as Carlos' swollen hole. Then he zipped up his pants. "You probably better sit down here for a minute. I filled you up pretty good," whispered Chase. "Oh, by the way, you're safe. No problem with me." And with that he unlocked the door, softly kissed the dazed Carlos and left the restroom.
Epilogue
Back at the auction and drawing, Chase retrieved his camera from the smiling volunteer who said he hoped he had gotten some good shots. The event was over shortly after that and Chase posed a few of the winners with the president. He collected his camera bag and looked around the thinning group of people, seeing a hand waving from Lori who was standing with Carlos. He walked over.
"How'd you do tonight? Sounded like a lot of money was raised."
"Yes! I heard we may have made more than $5,000," gushed Lori. "Did you have a good night?"
"You wouldn't believe how good a night I had!" grinned Chase as he glanced at Carlos who just smiled.
"Oh, let me give you my cards. Just call and leave your numbers on my machine and I'll get back with you if I or any of my fellow photographers need some models." Chase said as he pulled two business cards from his pocket.
They each took the cards. Lori smiled and thanked him as she put the card in her little purse. Chase just glanced at Carlos...and winked. There was no question which one would get a return call.
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