The Triathlete and His Photographer 4
Date: Wed, 09 May 2012 20:49:44 +0200
From: Moritz traumfotos@gmx.de
Subject: The Triathlete And His Photographer - Chapter FOUR - Gay - Beginnings
Hey guys,
This is chapter four of my sixth story. I hope you enjoy reading
this chapter.
I should also like to thank Charles (USA) for all his help in the
preparation of this manuscript. In particular, for his additions.
I would love to hear what you think about it! Please send me an
e-mail at traumfotos@gmx.de and let me know what you think.
I am a German from Hamburg.
I have translated my work into English but some of the prose
needs a finishing touch. So, if you can spare a few minutes,
I would appreciate your advice.
Hope you enjoy!
Moritz
The Triathlete and his Photographer
Chapter FOUR
"It's obvious that you are a born photographer. So why not do that for
a living? Why wouldn't you want to make money with it?"
"Oh, that's simple. If I took photos for a living, then it wouldn't be fun
anymore: it would be a job. I'd also have to shoot people whom I
don't find interesting from an artistic standpoint. If photography were
my livelihood, then I'd be obligated to take pictures of anyone willing
to pay for my services. And then there are the people who complain
about everything, who want the camera to make them look younger
or thinner when they are older and fatter. As an amateur, a hobbyist,
I'm not beholden to my photographic subjects: I'm free to photograph
whatever and whoever interests me. And to pack up and move on
when I feel like it. For example, women have often asked me to
photograph them. I've always said no. The female form just doesn't
interest me."
"So all the photos you have hanging here on the walls are of guys you
found interesting and inspired you artistically?"
"Exactly. I have to have a connection with the people I photograph,
and they have to like being photographed, too. I remember once I had
begun photographing a really good-looking young man, only to discover
that he was arrogant and autocratic. His inner ugliness overshadowed
his outer appearance: it came straight through the camera. After half
an hour, I made the first excuse I could think of and sent him on his way.
"But does my work ethic really interest you, or is this merely a delaying
tactic? Have you changed your mind about our arrangement?" I joked.
Miguel smiled at me. "Well, I have to admit, the situation is unusual and
strange. After a race or a workout, it's one thing to peel off my gear and
hop into the open showers bare assed with a bunch of other naked guys;
but to strip down stark naked in front of another guy while he takes
pictures is another thing entirely. But no, I'm not getting cold feet.
A deal's a deal."
With that, he stood up, turned his back to me, pulled off his briefs, and
casually tossed them onto the pile. As he did, I admired his perfect round
butt cheeks. Now naked, he held both hands over his crotch. Then he
turned to me, grinning and a little embarrassed.
"OK, boss: now what?"
"Up on the wall are all the classic and popular body poses, each of which
I'll be asking you to assume. Basically, all you have to do is copy the
poses you see on the wall. I suggest we start with the simple pose on the
extreme left of the wall and work our way from left to right."
Miguel said, "Ah, now I see what the artwork is for. Pretty clever of you
to hang such a practical manual right on the wall. I gotta tell ya, it's not
so easy to follow directions when you're naked and have to hide your
private parts."
This time I had to grin. "You don`t have to cover your crotch. For me it
would be ok."
"Yeah, really funny."
Miguel looked thoroughly at the first picture, "Well, where should I
stand? Window again?"
"No, this time we use this wall over there as background."
Miguel and I played with different poses; at first his primary concern
was to make sure his crotch was covered, either with one or both hands
or by strategically lifting one leg or the other. His skittishness lasted
a little while, but once he realized that lightning was not about to
strike him dead, he found his confidence again completely. Soon we had
gone through all the various poses I wanted to capture, and the photo
shoot was drawing to a close.
"I'm starting to feel like I've been naked since last Tuesday. You got
any other nude shots you want to take, or are you satisfied at last?"
Miguel said, half joking and half serious. I noticed, he now wanted to
come to an end.
I could have continued for hours taking pictures of this beautiful young
athlete; but Miguel was clearly growing tired and uncomfortable, and
I didn't want to antagonize him.
"I think I've done enough pictures for today."
"Thanks," he said, stretching. "Man, I thought triathlons were a bitch!
OK, I'd like to see all the photos, as we agreed. Could I have the camera?"
I gave him my camera, which due to the large, light-sensitive lens, was
a little difficult to hold and operate with just his right hand. But his
normal inhibitions had returned once the shoot was over, and his
left hand was once again officially in charge of covering his crotch.
Or so I thought. But then he did something I'd never have expected.
With his left hand, he casually stroked his penis until it began to
grow in length and girth.
Preoccupied with the camera, Miguel now afforded me a clear view of
his genitals. His already impressive dick continued to grow. Unlike
many other men, Miguel did not have a large, low-hanging scrotum. He
was instead compact: his testicles fell just slightly below his penis.
Both as an art photographer and as a gay man, I have seen many penises
in my day; but somehow each one was unique. The variations seemed
infinite. Miguel's penis was long and slender, with a flared glans.
His penis mirrored his slim, athletic proportions.
Suddenly, I realized Miguel was grinning at me.
"You're really fascinated with my dick, aren't you? You can't take
your eyes off it, I can tell!" he laughed. "It's all right, look as much as
you want. I don't mind displaying the family jewels, as long as it's
`eyes only.' Go ahead, sit in the chair and I'll stand a little closer.
As a photographer, you're always looking for the best angle,
aren't you?" he joked.
Miguel's directness made me blush like a schoolgirl caught hiding
in the boys' locker room. Miguel had to laugh again.
"Moritz, don't be embarrassed. This is part of our agreement, one
I hope will benefit us both for a good, long time. Since you won't
take money and since I don't have any to give you, boldly taking you
where no man has gone before will have to be payment in kind. At
least until my Web site goes viral and I make my first couple of
millions.
"Look, do you really think I didn't notice that each time we sat in
front of the computer, you took the opportunity to check me out from
top to bottom? I have no problem with it. It's a price I'm more than
willing to pay, and you're worth it. And besides, somehow I have to
keep you well entertained, and the visitors to my Web site (and I
hope also soon to YouTube) coming back for more. So have a seat:
show's about to begin."
I sat there, Miguel in front of me. Again he laughed, "Moritz, I'd
never have guessed that you were such a shy guy. C'mon, why don't you
spread your legs a little farther apart, and I'll move in even closer."
So I did, and Miguel moved up until he was about 6" from my face.
"Oh, just one thing," said Miguel seriously. "Look, but don't touch."
I nodded. Then he began poring over the photo display while I stared
at his genitals. At this distance I could even smell the subtle fragrance
of his natural musk.
As are many German males, Miguel had been circumcised in such a way
that his foreskin barely covered the glans.
After some 5 minutes I asked Miguel, "Maybe you could even pull your
foreskin all the way back so I can see the glans?"
"Hey, now you'll really outrageous!" he said sharply, startling me.
Then he smiled again and said, "Relax, I'm just kidding. I think I can
do that."
With his left hand he pushed back his foreskin. "Just for you, Moritz."
This young man really had energy and strength. He knew exactly what
he wanted and how far he would go to get it. He was joking and
teasing with me now, but beneath the surface he remained a
strong-willed young man.
After I had ogled Miguel 7" flaccid penis for about 5 minutes up
close and personal, he shook his hips so his penis would swing
tantalizingly back and forth. Then he turned to the side so I could
look at his amazing ass cheeks, his penis, and his testicles in
profile. Shortly thereafter Miguel had finished going through the
shots. Apparently having no complaints, he resolutely handed me the
camera and stepped back.
"Moritz, congratulations: you pass! I stood here more than 10 minutes
bare-assed with my matching three-piece set inches from your face
and you still followed the hands-off rule. I bet most other gay guys
wouldn't have that much integrity and self-control—no way.
They had just grabbed what they desire. I know now that I can really
trust you. You're a man of your word. We're gonna make a hell of a
team, Moritz!
"For my Web site, the nudes are of course a non-starter, but I
still want to have copies of them. Never know when they might
come in handy as calling cards," he joked. "Seriously, I'm really
happy with your work, how the nude shots turned out. In none of
them can anyone see my junk, just as you promised. Well, a little
pubic hair shows here and there, but no big deal. And I think
you've made me look pretty good butt-naked, even if my grandma
might not approve. If we can stick to our agreement, we've got
a win-win situation here. You'll get full credit for your amazing
finesse with a camera, and the popularity of my Web site will
grow and grow. All I have to do is keep my visitors satisfied
with new and interesting shots and angles.
Then he casually nudged my calf with his bare foot and said,
"Course, to get those, I guess I'll also have to think about how
to come up with new and interesting ways to keep my photographer,
and new business partner in a good mood.
"But now I really must hurry, otherwise I'll be late. How about
you copy the photos for me while I put my clothes back on? That
would be nice."
As I quickly copied the photos for Miguel, running through my
head over and over was what he had just said: That he would
always be trying to think of new ways to keep me happy. Did he
realize what he was saying?
..... to be continued ....
copyright Moritz – Hamburg – Germany
I URGENTLY NEED A VERY GOOD EDITOR FOR A NEW STORY!
Overview of my erotic stories at nifty
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# 1 Dirty Tricks At The Photo Shoot – Gay/Beginnings
# 2 Nude Modeling For Money – Gay/Beginnings
# 3 The Naked Waiter – Gay/College
# 4 Young Athlete Looking For Sponsorship – Gay/Athletics
# 5 Life Model At Biology Class – Gay/Highschool
# 6 The Triathlete And His Photographer – Gay/Beginnings
# 7 The Naked Diver – Gay/Encounters
# 8 The Tricky Birthday Present – Gay/Beginnings
# 9 The Pizza Boy – Gay/Beginnings
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