Subject: The Tricky Birthday Present - Chapter ONE
Hey guys,
This is chapter one of my eighth story. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. I should also like to thank Edward (USA, Boston, Massachusetts) 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 urgently need HELP for the editing of new chapters of one of my other stories. 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. Otherwise there will be no new chapter ... sorry!
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The Tricky Birthday Present Chapter ONE
.... edited by Edward (Boston, USA)
Tom and I have been colleagues for three years. We both work as controllers for a multinational corporation. Tom is 28 years old. We both studied business administration. Unlike me, Tom has a very youthful appearance, and if you did not know better, you would estimate his age to be 21 or at most 22. His features were so perfect that he could earn money as a model.
Despite his boyish looks, he had a very deep, masculine voice and a very confident, masculine appearance. When I was introduced to Tom on my first day, I immediately noticed his skin-tight jeans that emphasized his strong thighs and perfect buttocks. You don't see many young men wearing skin-tight jeans at the work nowadays .... regrettable! Tom was the absolute exception. He could pull it off because he definitely had the long, powerful legs and narrow hips for it. Actually though, Tom was not my type, which was actually good because we had to deal every day with each other professionally and there would have been problems otherwise.
Tom had very short, light blond hair and was very popular throughout the company. He was charming. He didn't gossip, spread gossip or speak badly of anyone. Tom and I worked together for some time now but were not what you might call „good friends." He and I were just too different.
The biggest difference was probably that he was heterosexual and in a four year relationship with his girlfriend with whom he lived. Sooner or later she would become his wife and the two would produce some lovely children together. In contrast, I was gay and single at the moment. No one in the company knew I was gay. At my last company, I had lost my job when the owner found out I was gay. He could barely tolerate homosexuality among the rank and file employees, but among the managers, he found it unacceptable.
In my former job as chief accountant and chief controller, I was advancing very fast. Since I knew the nasty tricks and brutal methods of my former bosses so well, I negotiated a small compensation payment and a very good reference from him. He also assured me, would conceal the real reason for my dismissal from my new employer, unless he was specifically asked.
I was very aware of Tom's strong, muscular legs and thighs (he was an avid cyclist). As we four controllers shared a single, large room, I had a chance to admire Tom's body when he walked past my desk—especially on the days when he wore his tight jeans and T-shirt.
Tom had a pair of jeans that really accentuated his physical advantages at their best. Whenever he was in the office wearing these jeans, even more than the usual number of female colleagues appeared in our room. Tom had many secret admirers. Tom and I got on very well together. We often went along with the other colleagues for lunch, but we didn`t meet privately. We simply had very different interests and hobbies. With our wide variety of recreational activities, there were almost no points of contact.
This morning, however, Tom asked me if I had any lunch plans for today. I replied that I had no firm plans.
"How about if we both go together for lunch—just the two of us. I would like to discuss an opportunity to do something with you. It is very important to me that what we discuss will remains between us. You must promise to keep it to yourself and never tell a colleague or another person."
Tom made me curious. I looked at him with great interest. Since Tom was very popular in the company and everyone was comfortable in his presence, his colleagues trusted him with many very confidential matters. Recently, there have been several rumors concerning how it was going for our company. We were only the German branch of a foreign company and there were rumors of a possible sale. Perhaps, Tom had obtained explosive information that he wanted to share with me confidentially.
I was very curious to see what Tom wanted to tell me at lunch.
"Sure, you can always depend on me. I won`t repeat what you will tell me to any other person. "
"O.K. great, "said Tom." How about if we go about 1 pm. Then it would be less crowded at our Italian restaurant (where we eat once a week). We could talk in peace and without being overheard."
"Agreed, we can definitely do that." I said.
Around noon, our colleagues asked if we would join them, Tom and I said we had something else planned. We would be going to lunch later on. Our colleagues acknowledged that and went for lunch without us. About an hour later, Tom and I went to our favorite Italian restaurant which was very close by. The food was always very good.
If you didn't arrive at the restaurant on time, you had no chance of getting a table. It was now approaching the end of the lunch hour for most employees who worked in the area. Some diners were already leaving and paying their bill. There were a few diners left in the restaurant when we entered it. So we had no problem in getting a table in a quiet corner. While I chose the first special of the day - the pizza – Tom chose the second dish of the day - the pasta dish. We both ordered Coke, too.
"Tom, I must confess, you made me really curious. What exactly do you want to discuss with me?" I asked after the waiter had taken our order.
"Well," said Tom, "the matter is somewhat delicate. So, I wish that you promise not to talk about it with anyone else."
He smiled at me a little embarrassed. The enormous self-confidence, which I otherwise always admired in Tom was missing this time. The topic he wanted to discuss seemed to be really tricky. My curiosity and nervousness increased.
"My girlfriend is about to go to London for a whole year to work there. We will see each other only very infrequently. I will fly to London every few weeks to make a long weekend of it, but usually we won't be able to afford that too often. Especially because we have firm plans for the time after the stay in London, this plans will also cost money. Also, my girlfriend has birthday soon and I want to give a very special birthday gift from me."
Hmm, I actually thought it was about something professional and not something this personal. I was kind of disappointed.
"My girlfriend would like me to give her a couple of really well done, very professional photos of me for her birthday that she could take with her to London. I know that you're a really talented photographer. The pictures you showed me are really close to professional quality photography. I wanted to ask you to take my photos."
"No problem, I would like to take some photos of you, but why should that be a secret? Honestly, I had rather expected that you would tell me some top secret information from the executive suite."I grinned at him.
"Well, I have not told you everything." He looked around and paused, as the waiter approached with our food. After the meal was served and the waiter had left our table again, Tom said "Pamela would like me to be photographed naked for her. Women have much less of a problem with being photographed naked than us guys. I want to be frank, we have at times photographed each other naked with our camera phones. The photos won't do if she is spending a year in London and we will see each other very infrequently. Obviously, I can't just walk into a city photo studio and say Hello, would you please take some nude photos of me for my girlfriend.` That's why I thought of you."
Tom looked at me very embarrassed. If I could photograph Tom naked, that sure would be a lot of fun. Finally, I would be able to admire his great legs without the concealing jeans. On the other hand, I did not want it leaked in the company that I'm gay. I would probably be doomed for the rest of my professional life to work as a simple clerk, since having homosexuals in leadership positions doesn't happen.
Not that long ago, when I took photographs of men, I got a hard erection that couldn't be overlooked. My erect penis was also difficult to hide in my loose fitting pants.
Tom could see from my face that I was critically weighing the proposal although not for the reason he thought. "Moritz, I know that it would be a pretty big favor to ask of you. You would probably prefer to shoot nude pictures of my girlfriend and not me. "Tom grinned at me a little embarrassed.
"Tom, I'm willing to take the photo shots of you, but only if you promise me also that everything remains just between us and nothing is said about what happened during and after the photo shoot."
"Hmm, I understand. It is embarrassing for you to photograph a man naked. I can understand that. That's why I'm grateful that you want to do me this favour. When will you have time for the shoot?" asked Tom.
"Well, we will need some time for good shots. You should also be well rested. It may take two to three hours. I would suggest this Saturday or Sunday afternoon." "Have you ever taken nude photos?" Tom wanted to know about me. "I have no idea about this stuff, so everything totally depends on you. I have no idea how to make aesthetically beautiful nude photos from a man," said Tom.
"I can assure you," I replied. "I've often made very attractive nude photos because they were all private pictures, but I cannot show you, unfortunately. Discretion is very important to me."
I couldn't show Tom the nude photos that I made for other young men. It also reminded me that I had to hide, in my apartment, all the things that would show that I am gay, before Tom could come for the photo shoot. If he finds out I am gay, maybe it would risk my job.
"In the beginning, it's always difficult for most people to have photos taken of them. They are either too excited or a little inhibited. It always takes a while to get used to the camera and relax. I recommend that they bring very personal things to the photo shoot. Things like as a favorite stuffed animal or a musical instrument they play, just something personal that will help them relax. I think it's great when people with very personal things include them in the shot, because these things also say something about their personality. Otherwise, I would suggest that they bring different garments in which they feel particularly comfortable and confident. The photo shoot starts with normal shots. I like to start taking pictures of them wearing normal street clothes. When they do become friends with the camera, and are totally relaxed in front of the camera, would they change clothing."
Tom had listened to me very interested.
"You seem to really have a lot of portrait and nude photography experience and knowledge. I think I'm in pretty good hands." Grinned Tom.
If Tom only knew how right he was.
"On Saturday, Pamela always wants to shop at the city center. Unfortunately, I always have to accompany her. However, we could do a Sunday after lunch photos. Pamela is planning to visit a friend and I would be in the way anyway."
"Okay, Tom, then I would suggest you come over on Sunday after eating. Bring some very personal things and also some clothes in which you feel very comfortable. We will be making some great photos for your girlfriend. So maybe they will keep her from going into London with stupid ideas of maybe having an affair with a stranger."
Tom grinned, but I could see in his face that the impending long stay abroad of his girlfriend bothered him, or it was because he didn`t like the idea of being photographed naked.
"Moritz, thank you for doing me this very special favor. You have something really good for me." Tom said.
He could not know that he actually would do me a huge favor if he would be photographed naked by me. I wanted to ask him yet, what he means as nude pictures. Will he let me take pictures of him completely nude, perhaps even frontal nude, so that one could actually see his genitals? Or rather, will he be dressed very prudish in just his underwear? Well, by Sunday I'll find it out. I thought it was great to shoot Tom in his best tight jeans. When I put together my dream man, then I would certainly take Tom's body down from the belly button. He had the absolutely most beautiful legs and narrow hips I've ever seen.
We then changed the topic of conversation. I had a hardon already to hide for Tom, and before we will leave the restaurant I had to cool down. After we have paid for our lunch, we went back to work.
.... to be continued .....
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