Tom the Fireman Part 70
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Tom sat back in his chair as Charlize weaved the extensions through his hair. Sitting for two hours, Tom was getting antsy, waiting for this to be over with so he could head to the lake house to join his husband for the New Year's Eve celebration.
Tom sat there, watching himself transformed into the long hair `ginger', knowing that Steven would definitely show his dominant side when he sees him. As his chestnut hair turned a few shades lighter, Tom was liking what he saw with his dark beard. His long wavy locks which dangled in his face, he wished he did have wavy hair, Charlize made it look thicker, hiding the gray. Once she finished his weaving, she touched up his dark base with something she explained was like mascara, usually to cover the gray roots between coloring for women.
Charlize admired her work, standing behind him as they both gazed in the mirror. Tom liked the shoulder-length hair as he moved his head around, watching the hair fall to his shoulders. Tom knew what he would look like if he ever decided to go long, though not as wavy nor as red as he saw reflecting in the mirror.
Charlize continued on to complete his look, contouring his handsome face to give him a rugged look. Tom reflected if he didn't know it was himself looking back in the mirror, that guy looking back at him was hot. Charlize completed his look, as he followed Ian's assistant to the dressing rack.
Asking Tom to do some pushups, the assistant looked from above, admiring Tom's muscular form. Being an exhibitionist, Tom enjoyed the attention of all eyes were on him. After finishing his push-up, the assistant Greg asked him to strip pointing to a robe hanging on a hanger. Tom pulled the shirt over his head, giving a Greg a front-row view. Greg tried to avert his eyes allowing Tom `privacy'. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Tom noticed Greg was sneaking peeks. Standing there shirtless, Tom flexed his arms and chest before removing his shoes and socks.
As Tom bent down, Greg was within touching distance, Tom gazed up to see the package. Satisfied, he knew he could see Greg's religion. When Greg noticed what Tom was staring at, he stepped back while blushing, trying to be professional about the whole thing. Smiling at Greg, Tom was making him a little nervous. Sucking in his stomach, Tom undid the top button on his pants, gently pulling down the zipper. Standing facing Greg, Tom lowered his pants down from his hips to his thighs. His underwear was concealing what Greg was actually trying to see. Tom stepped out of his pants one leg at a time. Hanging up his clothes as he placed them on the clothes rack.
Greg reached for the robe, as Tom pulling off his pants ignored him pulling off his pants. Standing naked in front of the assistant, Tom readjusted himself as he looked into Greg's eyes. Seeing the smile before Greg looked away, Tom was pleased with his teasing of this twenty-something. Quickly getting behind Tom to place the robe over Tom's shoulder, Tom turned around to ask what he would be wearing. Handing Tom the wrap he held to his side, as he watched Greg try to do his job, as he stole looks at Tom's bare physique.
Flustered Greg handed him a jockstrap. Tom dropped the robe to the floor. Stepping into the jock one leg at a time, he stood up. He pulled the waistband up to his waist. Tom grinning on inside turned around, "Is it fitting right?"
Greg was trying to be professional when he tugged on a few bands, straightening them. When Ian suddenly appeared, giving Greg a look, Greg defended himself, "He doesn't seem to want to wear the robe." Ian looked at Greg; then looked at Tom; and looking back at Greg, he guided Tom by the shoulder to the photographer.
Tom stepped into the lights while Ian explained what poses he would like to see, as the photographer listened. Tom noticed he was quite an attractive guy but sensing no vibe from him. Tom listened to the directions as the photographer captured the images of Tom in a jockstrap.
Ian turned to Greg, instructing that the shot required a need for more bulge saying, "He obviously has it." Walking up to Tom Greg nervously said, "The photographer would like a `little' adjusting." Reaching in Greg repositioned Tom. Feeling Tom's cock for the first time standing there with his legs spread, Greg worked his cock around to give the package an impressive view in the pouch. When Ian was satisfied, Greg removed his hand quickly smiling at Tom before stepping out of the shoot.
Tom could feel the material bite into his skin the snug fitting article was one size too small. Greg commented on how it made it look better in the photo. Greg's job was to make sure there were no unwanted lines as the photographer worked his magic with the camera. When the first Jock pictures were finished, Greg appeared with the next one hanging from his wrist.
Tom pulled the straps down from his hips to step out of the jock, as the bright lights from overhead shown on him. The other assistants were busy walking around, like nothing was really happening. Here Tom stood in the nude, as the photographer looked at the camera and lighting. Taking the next pair, Tom stepped into them. Holding a sign for the SKU and Color, the photographer took a shot.
Tom handed the sign back to Greg, as he posed the same way as the previous shots. This time the setup went a little quicker as Tom remembered most of the earlier positions. Greg was standing there with another color, waiting for Tom to strip naked. As Tom dressed, Greg would help to make sure everything was in place. Tom liked the attention as he thought of something else trying to remain professional as Greg rearranged Tom's cock in the pouch.
Ian was busy between the different shoots with other models for their men's wear. Looking around between shots Tom would see the same thing, some guys using their robes to change. A few like him, couldn't be bothered less slipping into the white terrycloth robe only to change clothes again.
Once Tom got through the jockstraps, he was handed pouched underwear. Looking at the one-size-too- small he wondered how he was going to fit himself through the hole as well as conceal his schlong. Stepping into them Tom pulled the underwear up his thighs, seeing the hole in the front part Tom placed his cock through the hole.
Greg all befuddled explained that he had to place his `Scrotum' through as well. Tom chuckled at the professionalism of Greg. He pulled his balls through before sliding the material over his cock and balls, stretching the sheer material over his package. Greg doing his job adjusted the underwear on Tom, before stepping away. The photographer was stepping in, snapping away at Tom's crotch.
Greg waited on the outskirts of the shooting area of the same underwear with a different color, both getting to know the ritual. Tom undressed handing Greg the pair. Taking the new color from Greg, he put them on. By knowing how the pouch worked, Tom's ample cock obscenely filled out the barely concealing fabric, as the photographer snapped away, unaffected by the goods on display.
After the photographer snapped all the colors of the pouched underwear, he decided he needed a break. Tom casually undressed. Standing there as he waited for the photographer. The makeup artist touched up his makeup and oiled down his torso and legs. He watched as the workers continued doing their jobs like it was just like any other day. Having the small break, Tom looked around the studio eyeing up the other models. Knowing there was a lot of eye candy, he made eye contact with one particular model he thought was interesting. Tom wanted to walk up and introduce himself to the blond bronze god, but Greg had returned with a thong for the next shoot. As Tom accepted the small piece of material, he held it up wondering how he was going to fit into it. It was a banana hammock that didn't leave anything to the imagination.
Tom stepped into the hardly containing material, his cock too big for a proper fit. Pulling the pouch over his cock, the material obscenely stretched, but he noticed instead of his cock being against his body, his manhood was out front dangling like he wore nothing at all. As Tom was waiting for the photographer to return, he shimmied his hips, watching his cock sway back and forth in front of him. Giggling to himself like a little boy, Tom felt more vulnerable than being naked, as the color called attention to everyone's eyes. Though he caught a few glances, with a few `Mona Lisa' smile's, the crew was very professional. As if it wasn't evident the underwear cried out for attention giving and Tom an obscene look.
Charlize returned, averting her eyes from the obvious, he pulled Tom's hair back into a man bun, leaving enough bangs to cover part of his face. Bouncing on his tiptoes, Tom giggled inside as he felt his cock bounce free, getting a few stares from the crew. He looked over at Greg, he gave him the "DON'T" stare. Tom thought, `How uptight."
Once Tom modeled all the colors of that particular article, Greg handed Tom a tee-shirt. Slipping it over his head, Tom saw Greg pose like an Egyptian hieroglyphics, with his palm held out. Tom laughed again to himself as he handed the thong back to Greg. Greg stood there twirling the elastic band around his finger that was against Tom's ass crack, as the photographer directed Tom to pull the shirt down to cover his exposed manhood. As Tom stretched the tee-shirt down, his cock was thinly veiled under the fabric.
The photographer called Ian over, as they review the picture, Ian asked Greg for another pair of underwear. Tom quickly stepped in, as the photographer took a few more shots. Ian stood by the photographer's side, waiting to see the results. Looking at Greg, Ian nodded his head. Tom got the clue, removing the underwear, standing in just the tee-shirt as the photographer continued to snap away.
Tom was still wearing the tight-fitting tee-shirt when Greg and Ian led him to another studio. Walking bottomless, Greg introduced Tom the new photographer. Ian explained they were going to photograph an ad campaign and packaging theme, that this would be different than the catalog/website photos.
With a new assistant, working with this photographer, Greg would still be in charge of the apparel, but the other assistant would be directing Tom how to pose. Asking for Tom's tee-shirt, Tom pulled it over his body, handing it to the new assistant. Tom stood there naked looking down at his feet, waiting for the assistant to return. Seeing the shirt dripping, the assistant handed back to him. Tom pulled the cool shirt over his head, pulled the cold, wet fabric over his torso.
The photographer checked the lighting, as the assistant adjusted the shirt, giving Tom a sheer second skin, where you could see his body hair. Satisfied, the assistant nodded to Greg, who appeared with a leather kilt. Tom took the kilt, wanting to joke about wearing a dress, but decided it was best to keep quiet. Stepping into the kilt, Tom stood there, as the assistant adjusted the kilt, asking the photographer how it looked. Tom could feel his pride shivering between his legs.
Greg reappeared with socks and boots, the assistant pointed to a cube, Tom sat down, crossing his leg as the kilt exposed his manhood, as he put the socks on pulling them almost up to his knee. Being glad they weren't wet, Tom felt some warmth with is socked feet, before stepping into the boots. The assistant got on his knees tying the laces.
The assistant had Tom stand up, posing him as the photographer took several shots against the green screen. When Tom had to put his foot on his the cube, he could feel the draft underneath the skirt. The assistant quickly attached the fishing line to the hem. Stepping off camera pulling the transparent fishing line to raise the kilt giving the impression it was being blown in the wind. To create the visual effect while remaining out of the camera's sight, Greg held the fishing line high above his head. While the technique lifted the leather kilt, Tom's manhood was revealed to the crew the photographer took more shots.
Ian quickly came back, No, No, No, he's supposed to be wearing the mesh underwear underneath the quilt. Looking at Greg, who rushed off to find the article Ian was looking for. Flustered, Ian announced, "I know men don't wear underwear under their kilt, we are doing a parody showing off our mesh underwear. Ian looked at the photographer, the photographer's assistant and Greg to make sure they understood his direction.
Walking up to Tom, Ian placed his hands-on Tom's arms, apologizing, "Sorry about that, though you are an excellent specimen, we don't do tasteless ads." Tom disappointed as he wanted to see how they turned out.
Sitting back down on the cube, Tom removed his boot as Ian stood next to the photographer. With his left hand on his elbow and right hand resting on his chin, Ian explained his vision about Tom, as they both watched Tom sit there exposing his cock, as he removed the boots to put on the mesh underwear.
Ian stood there, making sure the mesh was sheer enough, with the pouch being a size too small with a man of an average endowment, Tom's monster stretched the fabric to opaque capacity, making it look like he wasn't wearing another. Ian hoped it wouldn't appear that explicit when he stood.
Tom stood on the marks on the floor, as the photographer started shooting. Tom placed his foot upon the cube as the assistant pulled on the fishing line, giving it the blowing in the wind look, Ian was satisfied seeing the mesh underwear, and the material stretched over Tom's manhood. Ian fanned himself, as he continued to watch. Tom felt the eyes on him, and he fought his semi-hard-on, which stretched the material even more.
Ian called over to Greg, do we have other colors of this, or is this the only pair. Greg walked off in another direction before returning with three different colors. Ian looked over the colors, choosing two dark colors for Tom to try on. Tom sat back down, unlacing the boots exposing. Stepping into the next pair, Ian stood there directing the shoot himself as the photographer shot away. With the hot lights causing him to sweat, Tom was trying to fight the feeling of an itch on his head, Tom's instinct kicked in reaching up with his hand running his fingers through the wavy hair, Ian yelled in delight, that's it, that's the pose I want.
Asking the photograph to show him some of the frames, Ian was satisfied with what he saw, "That's it, that's it. Oh, thank you, Tom, I just love that picture. That's what I was looking for." Turning to Greg, Ian instructed to get that other pair Tom had previously worn.
Greg returned with the previous pair. Tom sat on top of the cube, unlacing his boots, the photographer shot a few frames before Tom stood bent over removing the underwear. With a semi hard-on, the kilt rose a little in the front, showing something prominent. Tom heard a few more snaps, as he bent over to put on the other pair.
Lacing up the boots, Tom stood in position, with the fishing line being pulled to raise the kilt showing the mesh underwear, Tom ran his fingers through his hair, as the photograph shot away. Ian told Tom to remove his shirt, leaning over the photographer, keep shooting. As Tom grabbed the bottom, he pulled the cold, wet tee-shirt up, exposing his hairy torso. The photographer kept shooting, as Ian got more excited about the shoot. Pulling the shirt over his head, Ian yelled "Perfect" as he clasped his hands in delight.
Ian looked at his watch announcing lunchtime. Tom sat there in his kilt and boots as lunch was being served. Watching the other models not really eating, Tom followed their example, realizing they didn't want building bellies. Tom kept eyeing the bronze god, but couldn't get near him, as the crew was prepping him for the next shoot. Tom in the back of his mind wouldn't enjoy shooting some underwear shots with him.
Tom was ready to return to the studio to finish up shooting. When he heard a voice, "What's under the kilt?" as he felt the kilt rise. Turning to look for the deep masculine voice, Tom was surprised as the blonde bronze good flashed his smile, "Hi, I'm Derek." Tom's mouth dropped open, trying to remember his name, "Hi, I'm ummm, ummm, ummm Tom."
Greg placed his hand on Tom's shoulder leading him away, Tom looked back, seeing the disappointment in the blonde bronze god.
AS the crew gather, Tom stripped again, standing there in all his glory as Greg handed him a pair of socks. Holding them as he looked at them, Greg stated, "They are socks." Tom knew what Greg was stating the obvious, but didn't think he would be only wearing socks.
Ian once again appeared, liking what he saw, directed Tom to stand with his back to the camera, looking over his shoulders in just socks. Tom was glad he was disguised, as the camera snapped away, wearing a smile and knee-high athletic socks, Tom. At least the socks were warm, as Tom stood in his glory, noting nothing in his contract about his ass being exposed.
Greg stood on the sidelines with another pair. Tom gladly accepted them, sat down in the chair, his cock dangled over the edge, as he lifted his calf over his knee. Rolling up the next pair, he slipped him on his feet, standing proudly as the photographer continued his job, posing with his left side to the camera, the left leg strategically placed to hide his ample manhood, Tom was assured, if any excited got shot, it would be photoshopped out.
Tom was asked to sit on the chair, placed his foot on the edge of the seat, hiding his manhood from the camera, as the photographer shot from different angles.
When the blonde walked by, Tom's concentration went, the cameraman calling for a small break. Waiting for Tom to return to normal, the crew looked at the images, when he returned to normal, they continued to the photo shoot. Once the session was over, Tom was escorted back to the clothing rack. Greg handed him the clothing as he got dressed.
Walking back to the stylist, Tom watched as the Viking returned back to the fireman. The hair extensions removed, the make wiped off his face. He knew when he would leave this shoot today he would be returning to his world as a fireman. No longer the hot ginger everyone thought he was.
Shaking Greg's hand, Tom turned to leave. As he opened the door to the outside world, there stood Derek waiting. Tom looked up smiling, with Derek gave a quick smile as he turned not recognizing Tom. Feeling Tom's eyes on him, Derek looked up as their eyes met, Tom watched as a man walked up from behind Derek, placing his hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek turned to look, kissing the man, grabbing his hand, they turned to walk down the street. Tom turned to head back to the subway, heading back to the house.
Reaching into his pocket, Tom felt his cell phone. Pulling it out, he placed his phone up to his ear. "Did I tell you I loved you, today?" as he heard Steven's voice on the other end.
"No you didn't, I miss you and love you too. How did it go today?" replied Steven.
"It was fascinating, I was a redhead," Tom beamed.
"Oh, yeah?" Steven replied with interest.
"Hold on," Tom held the phone in front of him, as he texted a picture he took before the photo shoot when he was in the men's room.
"That's you? Holy Fuck. That's so fuckin' hot! Really, that's you?" Steven excited reacted.
"Yes, it's me, me as a redhead, I couldn't believe the transformation, and I was sitting there watching, it took 2 hours to get that look. I don't think anyone will recognize me." Tom gloated.
"If I was told that was my husband, I would say only in my dreams," responded Steven. "I'm going to have a fight on my hand."
"Well, I wanted to show, and tell you I'm on my way home, I'll see you tomorrow," Tom said.
"Don't forget about Tanya," reminded Steven.
"I know, I know, I'll take her to Warren's in the morning, then I'll be up with Mom, Melinda and Vince," Tom returned.
"Love you," Steven reinforced.
"Love you too!" Tom replied.
"Oh, Wayne and Fred will be here tonight along with Mark and Juan," Steven remembered.
"Mark and Juan, we haven't seen them since you moved, glad they are going to be there, but I doubt there will be any basketball," Tom stated.
"It will be good to see them, you're right no basketball, but I'm sure they'll be watching the games," Steven said.
"Do you have a TV?" asked Tom.
"I brought my Wi-Fi hotspot, so it should be good."
"Love you!" Tom repeated.
"Love you too," Steven said, as they both hung up the phone.
As the subway pulled into the station, Tom got on-board, heading to Steven's house. He stood there holding on to the rail, thinking about the blonde bronze god. Whisper out loud, "I hope we do a photo shoot." Tom fantasized about the model he watched during the break, wanting to pose with him.
His fantasy ended when he came to the subway station, getting off, he headed to the outside world. With his hands in pocket and his shoulders scrunched up, Tom walked back to the house, softly humming. When he was opening the door, he heard the familiar voice, "Dad, I'm ready."
Turning Tom watched as his little girl walked down the street, with her suitcase trailing behind. Tom quickly greeted her, taking her luggage, as he opened the front door. Smiling, it was the best feeling in the world, being with his daughter. Seeing her smile every time she saw him, he knew it was the best feeling in the world. Wanting to pick her up and hug her; instead, he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek asking her, "How are you?"