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Photographer’s Assistantby [email protected] had been my mom’s idea that I get a part time job, but I certainlydidn’t argue with her. I was going to be sixteen in a few months and therewasn’t any other way I would ever get a car. Not that I really needed one. It’snot like there was anywhere I needed to go.My name is Louis, just plain `Lou’ to my friends or at least the casualacquaintances I’ve made at school. The truth is that I’m a loner, I just prefermy own company, and so my list of true friends is pretty short. Not that I’mdisliked or anything. I’m quiet and most of the time I’m just overlooked. Thebullies leave me alone for the most part and the jocks barely know me, as I’mcertainly no competition for them, either on the athletic field or with thegirls.I’m a small guy, short for my age and no muscle tone to speak of. I amhopeless at most sports and haven’t tried any since I tried out for the cross-country team as a freshman and almost made the team. I just never bothered totry out this year. I didn’t want the hassle of getting up at 5am every morningjust to run ten miles. I’ve been out on exactly two dates and have `gone steady’a few times in school, making all the appropriate gestures expected of me by mypeers without ever coming close to losing my virginity. Not that I really caredwhether I did or not, that’s just one of the things that make me different fromeveryone else.I’m a fifteen-year-old guy; I should be obsessed with sex just likeeveryone else, right? But I’m not. I just don’t seem to care as much as Ishould. I hear the stories the others tell and I am aware of the differencebetween boys and girls. I’ve kissed a few girls and enjoyed it, and was excitedwhen allowed to touch one girl’s breast through her clothing, but I don’t layawake at night fantasizing about them and masturbating like the other guys arealways bragging about.I once managed to get my hands on a men’s magazine, not one of the tame ones,but one of those that show everything up close and personal, and used it asmasturbation fodder a few times. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it, but thepleasure of my orgasms just weren’t worth the effort or the risk of my momfinding the magazine. Without the magazine masturbation was hopeless, as I couldnever maintain any sort of fantasy that kept my attention. I would try to lookthrough our school’s yearbook for inspiration but even the cheerleader pagecouldn’t keep my attention for long. Sooner or later I would find myself readingthe bio for last year’s `Most Likely to Succeed’ and completely forget about mynow-limp dick.But I was happy enough. Mom always said that I was a late-bloomer, and I hadaccepted that she was right. Someday I would be more interested in sex, just notnow. So I concentrated on my schoolwork, pulling in pretty good grades if I dosay so, and occupied myself around the house in the evenings. My only hobby wastaking pictures with my digital camera, and that I could do from my bedroomwindow so I rarely needed to go outside. Mom was worried that I was depressed,because of some article she read in a magazine, or maybe she saw it on `Oprah’,and that was when she came up with the idea of me getting a job. Not for themoney, necessarily, but simply for `my own good.’Which suited me just fine. My dad had left many years ago, I barely rememberhim, and was in prison last time we heard. Mom was chronically sick but workedanyway, managing just barely to keep the bills paid. She even walked to work, asshe couldn’t afford a car of her own. If I had any designs on owning a car, Iwould have to do it on my own.Not that I had anywhere to go, mind you, but still having a car appealed to meif for no other reason than being able to loan it to my mom so she could avoidriding the bus all of the time. Everything she did, she did for me and I wantedto return a little of that love, so I accepted her offer and even pretended tobe excited about it. Oddly enough it took me very little time to find something.Every family has a crazy uncle and mine was no different. Uncle Ernie was atrucker who seemed to know everybody. He knew a photographer right in our townwho needed an assistant part time in his studio. He spoke with my mom, who oddlyenough knew the photographer in some distant way, about the job and they bothenthusiastically recommended to me to apply for it. They thought that sincephotography was my hobby that I would really enjoy this job. I didn’t reallycare that much about photography, I just got bored and took pictures some times,but I appeared to be pleased about the idea and agreed to ride up with UncleErnie for an interview.Although this studio was more than twenty miles from my house Uncle Ernie’slocal truck route passed by both my house and the photographer’s studio at aboutthe time I left school, which gave me a free ride every day I needed to show upfor work, even though getting home would be a problem. Feeling like I was makingeveryone happy, I went to meet the photographer.Harry Stablemeyer was his name and he was a small-time but successfulphotographer. He primarily did fashion shots for catalogues and the like, withweddings and other local projects on the side. He also occasionally did someporn layouts as well, under the name `Hank Stud Studios’, but I didn’t know thatthen. The day we met he seemed like a harmless enough man, much taller than meand on the verge of being obese, but a very friendly guy. He really did needhelp around the studio and since I knew just enough about photography toconvince him that I really enjoyed it; he hired me on the spot. It didn’t hurtthat he knew my uncle and mother either, but that’s just the way things work.Harry’s studio was in the basement of his home, which just happened to be on topof a small mountain. Not that being atop a mountain was all that unusual wherewe live here in Kentucky, but it was exciting that he owned the whole thing. Thehouse didn’t reflect any substantial wealth, with the basement studio and thefirst floor living room filling almost the entire home. One side of the basementopened out onto the mountain while the other three were underground. On theground floor a small kitchen and bathroom completed the floor plan, with asecond tiny bathroom and two small bedrooms the only rooms on the second floor.All in all the house looked like a large `A’ at the very top of the mountain.But I don’t want you to think we’re talking Mt. Everest here. The mountain onlybarely qualified for the title but from the gigantic picture windows thatdominated three sides of the home’s living room you had a nice view of our townsprawled out below us to the west, and virgin timber in all the otherdirections. It was certainly beautiful.Harry lived alone, his wife having passed away and his only daughter now marriedand living in Virginia. His house was a hopeless jumble of boxes with narrowpaths left to travel through. He told me that cleaning up the boxes would be myjob in between helping him with photo shoots. When he saw me looking askance atthe mess, he explained that as an `arteest’, he could get away with being messy.We shared a good laugh at that one. He was beyond messy by a long shot.I asked him what was in the boxes, and what he wanted me to do with them andHarry replied only that they were mostly clothes and that I was do whatever Iwanted to with them. Throw them away, burn them, give them away, take them home,he didn’t really care and said that I should use my own judgment. He explainedthat when he did a photo shoot for a clothing catalogue the companies would sendhim the clothing they wanted the pictures of and he would hire local models towear them. After the pictures were completed, the clothing went back into a boxand was stacked out of the way. Inwardly I groaned; this was going to bedifficult.My first day was spent looking at some of Harry’s photos and admiring hisawards, plus going over what would be my precise duties. I realized that I wasstarting to like Harry, who had a truly bizarre sense of humor. I had begun tothink that we might actually become friends. When we had finished our `grandtour’ as he put it, he even offered to give me a ride home if I could wait aboutan hour.Thankful not to have to walk down the mountain I accepted, and started lookingthrough the multitudes of boxes stacked around his living room to kill the timewhile he finished up some things in his dark room. The first box I opened wasfilled with blue bib overalls, such as I vaguely remember my grandfather wearingbefore he died. These were new, however, and didn’t appear to be antiques. Ilaughingly refolded them and replaced them in the box, noticing that by doing soI had much more room in the box than when they had been randomly tossed in.The second box was nearly empty, containing only two men’s dress shirts, onestill in its original package, a dirty plate that may have once held spaghetti,and an apple core. I dropped the plate into a sink of soapy water to soak eventhough I doubted it would ever be useable again, and tossed the molding applecore in the trash. I refolded the one shirt and placed both of them in the boxwith the overalls and then broke down the second box. This may take awhile butit wasn’t going to be hard work. It might even be fun as I began to view eachbox as hidden treasure, truly enjoying the anticipation of wondering what Iwould find in the next one.I managed to clean out three more boxes before Harry called for me. The firstone held only a woman’s winter parka, which I set aside to take home to mom. Thethird one was crushed nearly flat with the weight of several randomencyclopedias stacked atop it. I returned the books to the shelf I haddiscovered behind the boxes then opened the crushed box only to find it empty.The last box I opened was filled to the top with what I at first took to beswimsuits until I lifted a couple of them out. They were really bikini-typethong underwear for men, or so the tags on some of them said. Slightly grossedout by the thought that male models had worn some of these, I closed that box upand set it aside just as Harry called.I took the parka and the collapsed boxes with me. Harry showed me where to storethe boxes until they could be taken to the recycler and waved away my questionsabout the parka, assuring me that he meant what he said about taking anything Iwanted from the boxes.About twice a week Harry would call and the next day I would catch a ride to hishouse with my uncle. Each time I came was different. Sometimes I merely fetchedcameras or more film for Harry as he took pictures of someone or something. Oncea studio light support arm broke and I had to hold the light in place whilestanding on a stool for two hours, so Harry could finish the shoot. Another timewe went to a local mall and took pictures of whoever wanted us too, then soldthem packages of the photos to be mailed to them later.In between those types of duties I worked on the boxes, which filled not onlythe ground floor and much of the basement, but both upstairs bedrooms as well.Harry told me he usually slept on the couch or on a cot in the basement. Therewere even some boxes stacked on the stairs and on the backs of the toilets. Itruly enjoyed my job, as it was never the same thing twice, and after four weeksI had cleared out enough boxes so that Harry was able to see the original colorof his living room carpet. It was purple. The pathway where he had been walkingwas somewhat brownish by contrast.Harry and I did become friends as well. He taught me a lot about properlighting, and shutter speed, and the different uses he had for the dozen or morecameras he owned. I got to meet some of the models he used. One guy named Raywas called in just to wear a pair of brown leather gloves for Harry tophotograph. He could have put them on a manikin to do the shot, that was howlittle you saw of the model. One older lady was brought in to sit in a wheelchair and smile, pretending to be enjoying the freedom her four-wheel drivechair gave her. It was like a big game of make-believe, and I was having thetime of my life.The boxes were stubbornly giving way and I laughingly noticed that the deeper Idug, the older the fashions were in the clothing I found. Not that it was onlyclothing. I found a portable CD player in one box and was giving away backpacksto people at school. Harry didn’t want any of it.One Thursday afternoon when a model didn’t show up, Harry said that happenedmore often than you’d believe, I was left with four uninterrupted hours to workon cleaning out the boxes. I was trying to keep track of the stuff, puttingsimilar products in the same box and marking them. I had an idea that Harrymight be able to use some of this clothing on his models. He thought that was agood idea so I was clearly marking the boxes as I filled them so he could pickwhat he wanted to keep.That day I was stuck in a rut, and had guessed incorrectly on three straightboxes as to what the contents would be when I opened them. I knew one was shoesby the way it rattled but I predicted men’s dress shoes and found it to containsix pairs of high heels. The next box was heavy, and I predicted winter coats.It turned out to be filled with packages of panties and bras with a, get this,small iron anvil! Harry said he wondered what had become of his door holder. Ilaughed so hard at that one; I knocked over some boxes and had to refold theblue jeans that were in them.I carefully folded and put away everything, combining the boxes as I could. Ihad three boxes of overalls now and Harry didn’t want any of those. Insideseveral boxes were garment bags filled with dresses that I didn’t want to justdump back in them, they looked really expensive, so those I hung in the closetof the unused bedroom upstairs. It wasn’t long before I had given enough clothesto mom to keep her in new outfits for a year, and I had plenty of new stuff formyself as well. I began taking a box or two home with me whenever I could, justto drop off at the goodwill store. I didn’t give everything away, however.I felt kind of odd when I considered donating the boxes of underwear to charity,because it was often impossible to know which ones had been worn, so those wereset aside for the time being. The sexier lingerie I convinced Harry to keep, ashe might be able to use them in his occasional nude photos. Eventually I havemoved everything Harry might need to the basement and filled one of the bedroomswith dresses and boxes of underwear. Most of the rest went into the donation boxor the trash, as I felt necessary. It took me several months to clean that houseout, but I finally managed to make it look livable.My duties for Harry never amounted to much, but we enjoyed each other’s company.He never let me work on nights he was taking nude photos, which in that firstyear was only twice, but otherwise let me experience everything there was toknow about his business. He even introduced me to his daughter and her family atChristmas. She was very complimentary on the job I had done on the house, andHarry gave me enough of a bonus that I was able to buy that car.Not a great car, of course, but it did move when I wanted it to. I was able tostop bumming rides back and forth from Harry’s now, but without the clean upwork he didn’t need me quite as often. Now twice a week was the absolute maximumI would get to work, which was too bad as I now looked forward to my visits.Still I did manage to earn enough to pay my own insurance and occasionally putgas in the car. That meant a lot to me.Things went along uneventfully until one Thursday afternoon in earlyFebruary. It was about six o’clock and I was vacuuming the carpet in Harry’sliving room. Just as I turned off the vacuum, I heard Harry swear. As that wasthe first time I had ever heard him swear, I was naturally concerned.I hurried down the stairs to Harry’s `office’, a desk shoved in one cornerof the basement, and found Harry staring at his computer with the handset of histelephone in his hand. I asked him what was the matter.He pointed to his monitor with the telephone as he explained the problem.A big-time magazine wanted him to do an emergency photo shoot and it had to bedone by first thing Monday morning. They were willing to pay him a sizable bonusfor the timing, and he explained to me that another photographer had contractedto do the layout but had bailed out on the publisher at the last minute. When hehad received the email offering him the job, he had immediately called thepublisher to verify the details.”So what was the problem?” I had asked him. Do the layout tonight,overnight the photos, and gümüşhane escort collect the money. Seemed easy enough to me. Then hetold me the details.First off, these photos weren’t the kind he normally did, so he felt thathe was in over his head in some ways. The layout was to be of a nude male andfemale, Harry didn’t usually do male nudes, in some very suggestive poses. Whatwas really odd was that the layout’s primary focus was the man, not the woman.Both models had to be fit and attractive, and that was one of Harry’sproblems. He told me that he would have to find the models and get them heretomorrow to do the layout, which might be impossible as the few available modelsthat fit the qualifications and were willing to do nudes were limited in such arural area. Then he would have to take the photos and email them to thepublisher for acceptance while the models waited around. Then he would need toovernight them to make sure they arrived in Chicago by Monday morning. He wasconcerned that there were too many variables to accept the job.I suggested that he stall the publisher long enough to check on the availabilityof a few models, and he agreed that was a good idea. He called the publisherback and explained the situation, then got out his Rolodex. Six calls later andhe was getting frustrated, as none of his female models were available and hehad not even begun to think of where he might find an appropriate male model.Harry said he guess he’d just have to be his own model, and we shared a goodlaugh at that. As overweight as he was he would be only marginally a bettermodel than I would, being only sixteen and a runt besides. At least it was legalfor him to be the model. In desperation he recalled the first model again, andwas happy to catch her at home. She was his first choice anyway and had noproblem at all doing nudes. Her name was Carrie and she was a nude dancer. WhenHarry explained about the lack of a male model, she assured him that she knew alocal guy that would fill the bill nicely and would be happy to bring him alongwith her tomorrow.Harry really wanted the money, so against his better judgment he agreed thatCarrie could bring her friend, then he sent an email advising the publisher thathe would take the job. As he was desperate, the publisher was very thankful forHarry `pulling his nads from the fire’ and promised to be there at his desk thenext evening to approve or disapprove each photo as Harry emailed them.I jokingly asked Harry if he would need me the next day and he laughinglyrefused, saying he didn’t want to go to jail for letting a minor see him do anude photo shoot. I told him he should still consider being his own model, andoffered to take the pictures for him and he pretended like he was looking for agun to shoot me, so I hurried out the basement door to my car. That was thefirst time I realized that a winter storm was blowing up.It had rained a little that day, but the temperature was high enough not to be aproblem. Sometime along the way the temp had dropped below freezing, and allthat water had turned to ice. What made it worse was that more ice was stillfalling, and the trees were already beginning to be covered. Harry’s twistingdriveway was already a solid sheet and I wasn’t sure if my ten-year-old Tauruswould get me to the bottom of the mountain safely.It didn’t. Halfway down I `bit the ditch’ and with no other options I returnedto Harry’s to use the phone. AAA just laughed at me. “See you tomorrow, k**,maybe,” the guy said.Of course Harry let me stay the night and school cancellations were alreadybeing broadcast over the radio. He told me to take my pick of the bedrooms andso I did, leaving him the one I considered as his and taking his daughter’s oldroom for myself. It was now a storage room for the most part but I had noproblem reaching the bed. Mom was very understanding when I called her, andthanked me for letting her know that I was ok.Morning came late, as usual, the mountains to the east block the sun until mid-morning. I woke up and showered, changing into new clothes from among the boxesI had left there just in case. Harry and I were both grateful the electricitywas still on, and that the water hadn’t froze, and that the telephone lines werestill up. None of those things were guaranteed during a winter storm inKentucky. I fixed Harry and me some breakfast as he snored away on the couch andate mine looking out the huge picture windows at the frozen countryside. I mighthave to live up here for a month.Harry slept until after noon, and then arose to grumpily eat his cold breakfast.He looked out his windows at the frozen terrain and sadly shook his head. Therewas no way his models would be able to make it up a mountain I couldn’t make itdown. He explained to me that he really needed the money as business had beenoff of late. I tried to sympathize with him, but being as poor as mom and I wasI probably wasn’t as sincere as he believed. He thanked me and I felt guilty. Wespent the next few hours watching television.It was just after three when we heard a vehicle engine, and rushed outside tosee what was happening. At the limit of our vision we could just make out sometype of vehicle, probably an SUV or something similar, throwing snow and ice amile into the air in an effort to climb the slick road. Progress was slow, butwithin just a few minutes it began to look as if whoever had braved the mountainwas actually going to make it up to us. By the time we could clearly see that itwas indeed a four-wheel-drive SUV, the vehicle slid from the driveway andbottomed out in the ditch.”I hope that’s my models,” Harry said, grabbing a shovel and heading down tohelp his visitors. I agreed, secretly hoping to watch the photo shoot when thetime came.Harry received half of his wish. It was one of his models, a handsome young manby the name of Craig. He was extremely good looking and obviously lifted a lotof weights. Unfortunately he didn’t seem to be overly smart, because when Harryasked where Carrie was the guy said he was supposed to meet her here. Harryasked if Carrie had a four-wheel-drive SUV and the guy just laughed, saying sheonly had an old Pinto. He seriously never thought about picking her up andgiving her a ride to the shoot.Harry was livid, I could tell. His hopes of earning that money were fastdisappearing. What was worse, we couldn’t begin to get that SUV out of theditch, it was buried to the axles and more ice was beginning to fall. When ourteeth started to chatter, Harry suggested we walk back to the house.Now we were three men trapped in that house. After a couple of hours Harry andCraig had stopped talking to one another; Harry because he was mad and Craigbecause he wasn’t much on conversation. Craig wasn’t stupid, but he wasn’t verybright either. We watched TV until the signal went out, the ice must havedamaged the satellite dish and had to start watching videos on the VCR. Harrydidn’t have a DVD. It was just about dark when Carrie called to say that she hadtried, but just couldn’t make it.Harry and I went into the basement to talk over the options, and quicklynarrowed them down. The publisher wanted the guy upstairs to be the focus of thepictures, but had wanted a woman in on the `periphery’. We didn’t have a womanso I suggested that Harry go ahead with the pics of Craig and explain theproblem to the publisher. Harry conceded that it was worth a try and picked upthe phone to call the magazine, only to find out that the phone lines were dead.Another casualty of the ice storm.I had never seen him so upset. He must be in worse financial condition than Iknew. He tried his Internet phone line and found that it was still working, andthat calmed him down somewhat. He hurriedly sent off an email to the publisherand then sat at the computer refreshing his inbox every few seconds until hereceived a reply. The publisher was skeptical but desperate enough to give it atry.Now all that was left was to see if the `idiot upstairs had the goods,’ Harrygrumbled before sending me to get Craig. Harry had somewhere along the linedecided to allow me to be there for the photo shoot, despite my age. I had nointerest in seeing a naked guy but the whole situation was just new enough to beinteresting, so I was glad to be a part of it. Besides, if Harry needed themoney that badly, I wanted to help him if I could.Craig was more than willing to do the shoot, claiming that he had always wantedto be a nude model. He was sad that Carrie wasn’t there, as they were apparentlyoccasional lovers. He stripped down right there in front of us, not evenbothering to use the offered dressing room. I guess he figured it didn’t reallymatter, as he would be nude in front of us anyway. Craig was very well muscledwith not an ounce of fat on his body. When he dropped his briefs to the floor itwas abundantly obvious to me that Harry need not have concerned himself withwhether or not Craig `had the goods’. The man was enormously endowed.I was very embarrassed. Craig was not much taller than me, but his trim muscularphysique made me feel woefully inadequate even before he revealed his monstrouscock. Even hard my little dick is almost hidden inside my fist when Imasturbate, and here was Craig with a cock so enormous I couldn’t have hidden itbehind both my hands even when it was soft! No wonder I wasn’t all thatinterested in sex, or that women weren’t interested in having sex with me,obviously I didn’t have what it took to please a woman.Craig was not a creative model, but he did sit where Harry told him to and movehis legs or hands as instructed without any problems. The bed we had set up wasa little too feminine for a guy, and his facial expression remained somewhatneutral. The best he could do was to remain absolutely without expression or tosmile broadly. He had a winning smile, and I liked him better when I saw it, butit was a little much for this type of photo shoot, so Harry told him not tosmile.I adjusted the lights and so forth as Harry took some `concepts’ with a cheapdigital camera. Once he had a dozen shots he retreated to his desk to email themto the publisher. I followed along with Harry, as I felt uncomfortable withCraig, who chose to wait for us sprawled across the bed. He didn’t even botherto put his underwear back on, or grab one of the robes I had laid out for themodel’s use.Attaching the photos to an email took only a moment and the concepts were soonon their way to the publisher.Harry and I spoke quietly as we waited for the reply, and he revealed to me someof his monetary concerns. Without the extra money this shoot would bring, and afew more like it in the coming months, Harry was concerned that he might losehis house or have to bring his elderly mother back from the nursing home to livewith him; he couldn’t swing both payments right now. I felt so guilty listeningto him speak of his financial troubles. I could only think that if he hadn’tbeen paying my salary the last few months, that he might have had enough money.It was amazing how easily he read my mind. Harry explained that the piddlingamount he paid me each week more than paid for itself with the time he saved,allowing him to take more smaller jobs as a supplement. Plus the amounts he owedon the house and the nursing home were substantial, and my wages would not haveput a dent into either one. I smiled like I believed him, but I still felt veryguilty.Finally the reply came, and I peered over Harry’s shoulder as he read it aloud.”Male model acceptable but need some feminine presence.””What does that mean?” I asked, unsure what the publisher meant by `presence’.”He means that while his magazine shows some nude men, they need to have atleast one female in the shots as well or be branded as a `gay’ magazine. Thewoman doesn’t have to be in every shot, or even be nude, but she has to be thereto justify the nude man,” Harry explained, his shoulders drooping. This wasexactly what he had feared.I felt so bad for Harry; I didn’t want him to lose this job. “Isn’t thereanything we can do?” I asked.Harry just mumbled something under his breath and lowered his head into hishands. Normally this meant he was deep in thought but now it looked like he wasabout to give up. I tried to suggest that he might be able to take some picturesof women he had shot in the past and crop them into the photo’s of the man, butHarry shot that one down. He told me that he would need the female model’ssignature on a release today or he couldn’t legally use them, and besides he hadnothing available he hadn’t already used before.I wanted to cheer him up so I placed my hand on his shoulder and said that Iwished that there were something I could do. He patted my hand in return,lifting his head to look sadly back at me when he suddenly froze in place,staring at me as if he had never seen me before. His grip on my hand becamestrong, even hurting a little, and I began to get a little scared.”There might be something you could do…” he began, releasing my hand and turningto stare into my face. I tried to ask what but the words stuck in my throat ashe continued to stare at me.”Wh…what?” I finally stammered.”You could be my model,” he said, hoping appearing in his eyes for the firsttime that day.””Me?” I squeaked. “You’ve already got a male model! I’m not a girl! Besides, I’mu******e,” I added desperately, not really wanting to know what it was thatHarry had in mind.”I’d pay you a big bonus,” he said, smiling up at me.”I’m not a girl!” I said loudly, stepping back.”That’s ok, I could take care of that,” Harry laughed. “A wig, some makeup, youhave the right facial features to make it work.””Hell no!” I yelled. “I’m not dressing like a girl and I’m not taking pictureswith a naked man. People will think that I’m gay!” I continued, my words runninginto one another in my haste to make all my thoughts known. I was alreadyembarrassed but the sound of Craig’s laughter from the other room made it worse.Harry stood up and placed his hand on my shoulder, patting me in an effort tocalm me down. “Look I just need you for peripheral shots, you wouldn’t have tobe lying on top of the guy or anything. I would never show your whole faceeither, just a profile, or your lips, or your hands. You won’t even have totouch him! It’ll be easy, I promise, and anytime you want to stop, all you haveto do is say so.”I have to admit it; I was petrified. I had already backed against the far wallwith Harry following along behind me, making valid point after valid point inhis effort to convince me while my own efforts at argument were easily brushedaside. I never actually agreed, but Harry finally broke my will with hispleading. He did need my help, and I did owe him a lot. Somehow I found myselfnodding my head as he explained what he needed me to do.A quick shower with a hair removal gel stripped me clean. I didn’t have much tobegin with. Next I wrapped myself in a decidedly masculine robe and returned tothe basement and sat in a chair indicated by Harry. Keeping up a fast-pacedbanter of small talk, Harry tried to keep my mind off what he was doing to me.In truth he did very little. A little makeup and a lot of lipstick followed by aplatinum blond wig that hung down nearly to my behind. Last he applied nailextensions and a coat of nail polish to match my lipstick and he declared mefinished. I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit that I lookedsomewhat like a woman. At least enough that I wasn’t quite so worried thatanyone would recognize me so long as Harry was as careful with the pictures ashe repeatedly promised that he would be.So in a nutshell I found myself converted from male photographer’s assistant toa boy wearing boxer shorts, long nails, makeup and a wig. Harry promised that hecould do what he needed without anything more. I walked onto the set tremblingat Craig’s smirk. Oh what he must think of me!Harry tried to move us along quickly, both to get the shots he needed and spareme as much humiliation as possible, I believe. We repeated many of the sameposes with Craig as before only now I was there to lay a hand on his shoulder,or would stand between him and the camera so Harry could take a picture of theback of my head. All were completely innocent on my part until Harry told Craigto hold his cock in one hand as if offering it up to me. Harry then told me toopen my mouth like I was going to suck it.Naturally I balked at that one, but Harry explained to me that I didn’t have toget closer than eighteen inches away from Craig and that he would take care ofthe rest. I managed to get through it after making escort gümüşhane Harry promise to show it tome before he sent it off. Once he agreed I leaned over the end of the bed andopened my mouth while Craig pointed his cock at my lips. Harry took the shotfrom over my left shoulder, so that he got a partial profile of my lipsapparently descending onto Craig’s dickhead. With my approval, he sent thatpicture off as one of the latest concept photographs.The reply came back immediately. The publisher loved the new pics but wanted tosee more of me in them. He really thought that I was a female, thanks to Harry’sskills with the camera and the makeup. Harry replied that the female model inthe pics wasn’t interested in further exposure, which seemed to make thepublisher mad.Emails began flying back and forth, with the publisher sending them faster thanHarry could reply at times. He wanted me more fully in the shots or he wasn’tgoing to accept anything more from Harry ever. After twenty minutes of this Iresignedly told Harry to say that I would go a little further. Harry lookedawfully sad as he passed the info along. The publisher was of course very happyto get his way. Wait until he sees a boy wearing a wig in the picture. I bet hewould change his mind then.I was trudging slowly back to the set where Craig still lay totally nude and nowsnoring loudly when Harry placed his hand on my elbow and steered me back to thechair. He explained that we would have to do `a little more’ now. What could Ido? I’d already said that I would, so I sat down and cooperated.More makeup was applied, this time Harry did his best to make me look like agirl. I wondered where he learned to apply makeup so well but figured that hemust have picked it up doing photo shoots.Once my face was as good as he could make it, he applied two very realisticbreast forms to my chest and glued them into place. He used another type ofmakeup to conceal all traces that the breasts weren’t real. I decided that theycertainly felt real as I held them in place to dry. He had me put on white silkstockings, showing me how to do it without destroying them in the process, thenhe handed me an undergarment who’s name I didn’t even know, although I had seenwomen wearing them in magazines and on the internet. It pushed my new breastsupwards, giving them `support’ Harry said, and then ended just above my hips.Garters hung down from there and Harry snapped those to my stockings beforehanding me a pair of white silk panties that matched the rest of my outfit. Whenwe looked into the mirror even I didn’t recognize me. Except for the small bulgein my panties, I even thought that I looked like a real woman.Craig was groggy when he first awoke and then had to be given a few moments torecover from the fit of `guffaws’ he had when he caught sight of me. He didn’thelp my embarrassment very much, what with the running comments he kept making.He called me `honey’, and `darling’, and teased me about being all hot over hiscock. I don’t believe he necessarily meant to be cruel, but he hurt me just thesame.The poses that Harry placed Craig and me were even worse than before, although Iknow Harry tried his best to take it easy on me. More and more of my body was inthe shots now. In some I knelt behind Craig, leaning over his shoulder with onehand placed possessively on his chest as I stared down in `amazement’ at hishalf-rigid tool. In another I lay on the bed with my eyes closed as Craig kneltbetween my legs, his cock in one hand like he was about to use it on me. Fromthe angle Harry took the shot, you couldn’t even see my panties, much less thebulge of my real sex. All in all it was not much fun but I managed to survive.That is until the last picture. I thought for sure that I would die when Harryexplained it to me.”You want me to hold his cock?” I shrilled, my voice breaking at the thought. “Idon’t even want to touch it, Harry!”It took Harry fifteen minutes to talk me into it and less than thirty seconds totake the picture, so I suppose I should have just given in and gotten it overwith but, holding another’s man’s cock… that wasn’t something I wanted to do atall. Still, Harry got the shot, with me kneeling between Craig’s spread legs andtaking his limp cock in hand. I was disgusted at the thought but the realitywasn’t quite so bad as it felt like nothing special. Then he started to getaroused.Harry was sighting in his camera so I looked up at Craig and demanded to knowwhat he thought he was doing. He just laughed at me, again, and said his cockhad a mind of its own when someone was holding it in their hand. A second or twolater he had to ask me to ease my grip a little, as I was squeezing too hard.Probably because I was so angry with him, or I could have been squeezing toohard out of embarrassment. Either way I let up on my grip and Craig’s cockpromptly inflated to tremendous size. The picture shows my mouth in an `O’ shapeonly a few inches from the tip of Craig’s hard cock, although Harry was carefulto get as little of my face as he could help in the shot.I dropped Craig’s cock like it was a snake as soon as Harry gave the all clear.The guy was still laughing at me as I ran to the bathroom to wash my hand, makethat scrub my hand, where it had been in contact with his erection. I was nearlysick while I was in there but came to the realization that it hadn’t been theend of the world. Yes I had held Craig’s cock in my hand but that was it,nothing more. I had not caught any diseases from the action, no one would everknow I had done it. I would survive.With the breast forms in place I saw little use for changing so I settled onjust putting on a robe. I chose the plainest one available; it was a dark brownand covered me down to my knees. When I finished in the bathroom I returned toHarry’s office to see if he had heard back from the publisher yet, pretendingthat I didn’t notice Craig’s self-satisfied smile as he watched me walk past. Hewas just so smug!Harry was happy, at least. The publisher was raving about the photos and wantedto go ahead with the shoot. I had thought that holding another man’s erect cockwhile someone took pictures of me had embarrassed me to the limit of my abilityto be embarrassed, but the publisher proved me wrong with repeated complimentsabout the beauty of Harry’s model and her `sweet ass’.I think the work I’m looking for is `mortified’, and that is what I was. It wasbad enough to be wearing women’s clothing, really just underwear, and having mypicture taken with a nude man without some publisher in another state actuallybelieving that I really was a woman. I nearly cried as Harry read that part tome. I don’t think he noticed, as he was excited about getting the go ahead toshoot certain of the poses for real.Harry and he exchanged a few emails to finalize the details so I took theopportunity to go upstairs for something to drink. I politely asked Craig if hewanted anything and he asked for `something diet’. I returned with the drinksand took his too him, he still hadn’t stirred from the bed, and noticed despitemyself that his cock had remained semi-hard through the break this time, and wasactually re-inflating as I approached.”Thanks Babe,” Craig drawled as he took the drink. Seeing the look on my face hechanged that to a quick, `uh, buddy’. I tugged my robe more firmly closed andwalked away without responding. I noticed that Harry was getting up from hiscomputer, so I went to see what news if any he had.”Well it’s like this. I have the go ahead to take some of the pictures now, buthe needs to speak with some of his board members before going ahead with theothers. He said that those could be taken in the morning if necessary, but thathe still needed them overnight-ed to him by Monday morning.”I congratulated Harry on his good fortune, but in truth my heart wasn’t reallyin it. His good news meant that I was going to have to return to the bed withCraig and his hard cock and begin taking the photos again, for real this time.Then Harry asked a question that shocked me. The publisher wanted to fax us somerelease forms for the photo shoot and needed to fill them out as completely aspossible before he sent them. What was my name?Harry quickly explained that I didn’t need to give a real name, that the pornindustry was used to fake names but he did need a feminine one for me.I almost said `Lou’, as silly as that sounds. I guess I could have said `BetsyLou’ or something incorporating my own name but I wanted something as far fromLouis as possible. My mind was blank for several long seconds before I blurtedout `Beth’. I have no clue why I chose that nameHarry told me he needed to touch up my makeup so I again sat in the chair andallowed him to work his magic. He worked on the wig some and added a pair ofhigh heels to my ensemble. Finally he told me to stand while he inspected memore critically so I did, tottering in the heels as he studied me with lipspursed and a finger on his chin. Finally he smiled and asked if he could do justone more thing.How could I refuse at that point? What dignity did I have left? I barelymurmured when he explained that the bulge in my crotch needed to `go away’. Whatbulge? Surely he didn’t mean my puny little cock? It barely made any bulge atall and I was really looking. Sure enough, that was what he meant and he quicklyshowed me what he had in mind. I followed his instructions, amazed at how easilymy genitals disappeared up inside my body. Next Harry placed a small piece ofplastic wrap in a strategic place and covered it all with clear tape. When Ireplaced my panties, there was little doubt at just how feminine my crotch nowlooked. Harry really seemed to know what he was doing.These new arrangements really made it difficult for me to walk back over to thebed but somehow I made it without falling off my high heels or turning my ankle.Craig didn’t help by shouting `strut it baby’ as I did so. I was just about tojoin him on the bed when Harry took me by the elbow and led me a few steps away.Harry began whispering in my ear, urging me to treat this whole nightmare like Iwas an actor, actually he said actress, and to forget about the embarrassmentand dwell on the positive aspects, such as the money I would make. I could seein his eyes that he was sorry for the position I was in and in some detachedcorner of my mind I knew he was right. If I had to go through it anyway, I mightjust as well make the best of it.I climbed onto the bed next to the naked, and very aroused, Craig and waitedwith hands between my legs for Harry’s first order. Even as I watched Harryfiddling around with his equipment I could see Craig’s member bouncing slightly,bobbing up and down and twitching just inside the corner of my eye. Was he doingit on purpose, to see if I was looking? Or just to embarrass me further? Eitherway I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of allowing him to know I had seenhis gyrations so I concentrated on Harry’s movements.Who was I k**ding? Myself mostly. I wasn’t interested in Craig sexually but feltan unreasoning curiosity concerning the man’s cock. Perhaps it wasn’t so odd tobe curious, I mean I certainly had never seen anything that size before. In factI had never seen any other man’s dick while erect before, except mine, and thatone didn’t even begin to compare with the boner Craig was sporting. As theminutes d**g past I found myself sneaking peeks at it, secretly wanting tocompare it with my own but not wanting to encourage more laughter at my ownexpense.Finally Harry was ready, and the real work could begin. He started off by havingCraig put on a pair of faded denim jeans on with a plaid work shirt. A yellowhard hat completed the ensemble. He left my outfit as it was, adding only ashort white silk nightshirt that didn’t even adequately cover up my panties. Ourfirst pose was in front of a front-door set. When you looked through the dooryou could see a suburban summer scene of blue sky, trees, and green grass. Craigwas supposed to be some type of construction worker knocking on the door while Iwas the horny housewife laying in wait for him.We began with the door open, my hiding behind it and Craig standing on thethreshold. Harry told me to put a `fake-surprise’ look on my face and he begantaking pictures. After a few of those I emerged from the behind the door andinvited Craig in. Harry considered that enough preliminary stuff and next had usmove together as if about to kiss.Craig wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to him, our lips no morethan a few inches apart. This didn’t bother me too bad, after all I had alreadyhad my face this close to his erect cock while holding it in my hand no less, soI didn’t freak. Harry asked us to get closer and to open our mouths like we wereabout to kiss. I moved closer, waiting for Craig to freak out over almostkissing a guy but then the world turned upside down as he fearlessly placed hismouth onto my own.I froze in fear. Craig was kissing me! Not french-kissing or anything, but hislips were definitely touching mine. My face was glowing red in embarrassment andthen Harry somehow made it worse by next asking me to pull back slightly and forCraig and I to just extend our tongues and let them rest on one another.Why was I not throwing up all over the place? I wondered. I should be sodisgusted at touching my tongue to Craig’s that I should be running away in fearjust from being asked, but strangely I wasn’t. My mind kept going back toholding Craig’s cock in my hand only a few inches from my mouth. Somehow thatseemed to me to be a moment of such importance that kissing or tongue-wrestlinga man paled by comparison. If I would do that, and likely would do it again verysoon, then how could I be upset by touching tongues? With the weirdness allseemingly justified in my mind I was able to relax while Harry darted about withvarious cameras doing his job.The photo shoot continued with me opening Craig’s shirt and running my hands allover the muscles of his chest and stomach. Later I dropped to my knees andplaced my cheek to one thigh while gripping his obvious bulge with one hand.Slowly I opened his jeans and pulled them down while all the while Harry wastaking pictures and shouting directions in the background.Slowly the pics progressed. Me kissing Craig’s naked thigh while the head of hiscock peaked above the band of the tiny underwear he had on. Then me dragging theunderwear down to reveal his monstrosity and finally taking it in my hand as ifdying to wrap my lips around it. All the while I kept looking surprised at thesize of the meat I had discovered. I lowered his thick rod downward as far as Icould in order to point the head at my painted lips. Harry urged me to use bothhands so I did so, pulling in right to where it would need to be if I really wasgoing to suck it. My mouth open wide with the cockhead merely inches away frommy lips. My tongue extending towards it as if I were trying to get a quick tastebefore swallowing the monster down my throat. All standard porno fare.It was while kneeling there before Craig as I gripped his hard cock with bothhands and held it close to my mouth that I first had the thought of wonderingwhat it would feel like to actually put it in my mouth. Naturally I rejected itimmediately, angry with myself for becoming so complacent as to think ofsomething like that. I had to hold my tongue extended out towards Craig’s cockfor almost five minutes as Harry moved around, taking the pictures he wantedfrom various angles and with different cameras.Things were going well even though my mouth was drying out from holding it openfor so long. I was reasonably sure we would be allowed a break soon and waslooking forward to it, as my knees were getting a little sore. Then Harry spokeup saying, `please move a little closer’. I judged the distance between mytongue and Craig’s cock to be about two inches, so I felt like I could safelygive Harry an inch or so. Unfortunately Craig thought Harry was talking to him,and judged the distance about the same as I had. So basically what happened wasthat I leaned forward at the same moment that Craig did, and the result left theend of Craig’s cock lying on my extended tongue and brushing against my upperlips.We both froze in surprise, my eyes going wide as I looked up at Craig to see thesame emotion etched upon his face. We both pulled back from the contact and nota word was spoken but the blood rushed to my face and my stomach grew queasy.His cock had touched my tongue! It had almost been in my mouth! It may haveseemed like an hour, but couldn’t gümüşhane escort bayan have been more than a second at most. Harryhad not even noticed, or at the least didn’t say anything. I was pretty surethat Craig hadn’t done it on purpose and could only hope that he felt the sameway about me.We finished the shots there by the door with Craig taking off my nightshirt andplaying with my `breasts’. They looked real enough I guess, Harry even had himopen the front-clasping bra and suckle them. I found myself somewhat turned onby that, for no reason I could put a finger on. Not that it did me any good withmy dick where it was. No danger of an erection for me. Thankfully Harry called abreak after that so I refastened by bra and went to stretch out on the bed for amoment to work the kinks out of my sore knees.I lay there for a few moments with my eyes closed, trying hard not to thinkabout what had happened by the door. Craig’s cock had touched my tongue! It wasimpossible to get out of my mind. My mind was in turmoil over the incident andmy emotions were all over the place. Some part of my rational mind knew it hadbeen an accident, and just as much my fault as his, and what harm had it reallydone anyway? It wasn’t like I was now required to start sucking dicks for aliving or anything. It had been an accident, nothing more. Another part of mymind believed that Craig had did it on purpose, that he thought of me as a girland not a guy, and had not respect for me at all. Another part wanted to throwup. Yet another couldn’t help dwelling on the taste of the cock on my tongue, ataste that was still there. That was the side of my mind that bothered me themost. It hadn’t really tasted bad or anything, and I felt like it should have,particularly with the bead of fluid that had dripped onto my tongue during thatbrief instant of contact. Had that been pre-cum?I had heard of pre-cum, but wasn’t entirely sure what it was. I barely came atall when I masturbated, just a few globs of thick cum that dribbled over theside of my dick and it wasn’t at all clear like that drop of Craig’s had been.Somewhere during these mental debates I must have drifted off to sleep, becausewhen Craig woke me I was in the middle of a dream where I was begging Craig tolet me suck his cock and he was refusing me, teasing me with it but not lettingme get so much as a finger on it. I looked up at him sheepishly when he woke me,hoping that I didn’t talk in my sleep.I guess I didn’t, because Craig didn’t act like anything untoward had occurred.He told me Harry wanted me to change clothing. I thanked him and went to findHarry, wondering at both my dream and the fact that Craig had obviously beenstaring at the crotch of my panties when we were talking. Perhaps he waswondering where my cock had gone, or wondering if I had been a girl all along. Ajolt of electricity shot through my body at this last thought. Why wouldthinking that make my heart beat faster?Again Harry worked on my makeup, fussing mostly with my eyes, and then had meexchange my bra for a strapless pushup see-through one. He stayed with the purewhite colors he had been using on me, laughingly referring to them as`virginal’. I didn’t find that very funny but didn’t say anything.After a fifteen-minute break I once again joined the nude Craig on the bed. Thistime we began with Craig `working’ on me for the camera. I lay on my back withhis face between my legs, the crotch of my panties pulled aside. Harry wascareful not to reveal my manhood and Craig didn’t seem too upset about doingwhat he was doing. Of course there was no way that I could suddenly thrust mydick into his mouth when he wasn’t looking either. He pretended to eat my`pussy’ and I pretended to be in orgasmic bliss. This part seemed to fly bybecause I really didn’t have to do anything too bad beside lay there and pretendto moan.Next Harry had me get on top of Craig and had me kiss my way down his body. Ittook nearly fifteen minutes for him to get what he wanted as all the while I layatop Craig’s legs with his erection jabbing me in the chest, my lips plantedagainst his muscular stomach. Then Harry had a sudden inspiration and had me layback on the bed, and told Craig to kneel behind me. This left his cock hangingnext to my cheek and one testicle brushing against my temple if some movementcaused Craig to jiggle. Strangely I said nothing about this, pretty muchresigned to such small indignities if it would make this whole nightmare passmore quickly.Harry had me reach up with one hand as if lovingly stroking Craig’s cock.Unfortunately Craig overbalanced and fell forward slightly, slapping hiserection across my face. Before he could even finish his mumbled apology, Harrywas shouting something about, “Great, Fantastic! Stay right there!” And so Iheld perfectly still, Craig’s massive cock lying across my left check with itshead resting on my chin. At one point it even crossed the corner of my mouth andI could feel my lips lightly brushing against it when he moved. Again I didn’tsay anything; Harry was already taking the pictures.After an eternity Harry finally allowed Craig to remove his cock from my faceand I was again told to get on top. We were quickly directed back to what mustbe Harry’s favorite position with me lying between Craig’s spread legs with bothhands wrapped around his dick and my wide open mouth only an inch away fromswallowing his cockhead whole. Harry had me move around a little, sometimes withone hand holding the dick and one stroking his chest, other times I cupped hisballs in one hand, but always I was told to keep my grip on Craig’s hard memberwith at least one hand. I was disgusted to realize that holding his cock wasalmost becoming routine. Finally Harry said that he needed only one more seriesof photos before contacting the publisher again. By now it was almost midnightand I couldn’t wait to get out of these girly clothes… what little I waswearing!He put me back into the position, kneeling over Craig with his cock almost in mymouth, and then told me to look up at Craig lovingly. I tried to do so, tryingto pretend to be an actress. It must have worked on some level, because I feltCraig’s cock swelling even larger as we held this pose. Then Harry nearlystopped my heart when he asked me to `put it back against your cheek.’I was dead inside; I must have been, because I didn’t even argue. I floppedCraig’s erection up against my cheek as if I really wanted it there and cuppedit to my face with my hand. If possible the big thing grew even larger in thosemoments and I wondered what Craig was thinking. Perhaps a former girlfriend haddone that to him, and he was thinking of her.One more time Harry asked me to return to my almost-sucking position, mumblingabout not being able to get the shot to suit him. I held the cock up to my lips,mouth open and waited. I glanced down at the cock, something I had tried toavoid doing most of the evening, and found myself studying it, as I had wantedto do earlier. I realized that I could look it over very well from that angleand not worry about Craig catching me at it.It was still hard, and was throbbing faintly in my hand as I studied the angryred head and the thick ropey veins that passed through it. It was soft, I knewfrom holding it and feeling it against my face, but hard underneath in a way Ifound virtually unreal. My cock wasn’t a third this one’s size, and I couldnever get this hard without shoving a steel rod inside me. Why was there such adifference between his dick and mine? Very confusing.”You’re squeezing me too tight,” Craig said in a whisper, almost a groan. Iguiltily eased up my grip, embarrassment washing over me anew. Craig thanked mebut I barely heard him, having returned to my study his cock. This would be thelast time I ever had the opportunity to study one up close, and I wanted tosatisfy my curiosity once and for all. I was admiring the texture of his cockaround the little hole, looking at the tiny network of cracks in the stretchedskin of the head, when without warning another drop of that clear liquid emergedand remained there, poised on the end of his prick.The site of his pre-cum oozing out brought back to mind the taste of the droplethe had left on my tongue over by the door. The flavor of the drop roared backinto my mind, my memory so clear that I was almost able to taste it. It wassalty, but not bad at all. In fact, my memory told me that it had beendelicious, but I rejected that as not being true.I was going nuts from the pressure that was all. There was no way that Craig’spre-cum had tasted good. My brain was divided again, and I felt the clear andunmistakable urge to reach out and lick that droplet off, just to remind me ofthe foul, bitter taste of it so that I wouldn’t have weird dreams about wantingto try it again. Naturally I rebelled against that notion. Last time had been anaccident, and there would never be a next time. Then something happened to takethe choice out of my conscious mind and left it with my subconscious.The drop of pre-cum had grown slightly as I posed for the pictures and waged myinternal war. Finally the drop grew too large to remain poised there atop hiscockhead and began to slide off to one side. Before I could think of anythingelse I reached out with my tongue and caught the droplet before it could fall.Again I froze, shocked at what I had done. I peeked up at Craig to find himsmiling down at me and then using his muscles to cause his cock to throb in myhand. Harry’s nonstop chatter had ceased, so I knew he had seen what happened aswell. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t look at him, returning my gaze tothe cock I still held in my soft little hand.There it was, another drop of precum appearing even as I stared. No one wassaying anything, as if waiting for me to take the next move. Harry startedasking me if I wouldn’t mind placing just the head of the prick between my lips,or allow it to rest on my tongue for a few quick shots. I stared at the cock andtried to block out the roaring of emotion that filled my mind. Without consciousthought I leaned forward and took the head of Craig’s hard cock between my lips.Harry danced around, excitingly taking more pictures. I just lay there, my bodyas stiff as a board as I tried not to think about what I was doing. Craig’s cockwas not only in my mouth; I had put it there! “Look up at Craig again,” Harrysaid, moving in for a profile. Guiltily I looked up at the man’s face, expectingto see a condescending smile or a look of outrage. Instead I saw a manthoroughly enjoying the pleasure of the moment.We took more pictures of Craig’s cock held tightly between my lips before movingon to me with my mouth open and the dick lying directly on my tongue. FinallyHarry had me refresh my lipstick and then return the cock to my mouth, asking meto slide it in as far as I would to live a ring of lipstick on the shaft. I didso obediently, even willingly although I still wasn’t admitting that even tomyself, and left my mark about halfway down. I then slid my mouth back up untiljust the last couple of inches remained in my lips and waited for Harry to takethe pictures.”Suck in the sides of your checks, so it looks like you really are sucking it,”Harry said, squinting through his camera. I snuck a peek up at Craig’s face, myheart pounding at the hopeful and expectant look on his face. I couldn’t denythe pleasure I was feeling, or my newfound love of the glorious taste of theprecum now leaking steadily into my mouth. I sucked my cheeks in all right, butI wasn’t pretending to suck Craig’s cock. I gave him both lungs.Craig’s legs went stiff as we lay there, maintaining a constant suction on histhrobbing cock as Harry took his remaining photos. Finally Harry declaredhimself finished and left for his desk, telling us to `just relax’ for a moment.Some small part of my male pride reasserted itself and I released my lip lock onthat delicious prick for a moment, perhaps thinking that there was some way Icould yet preserve my tenuous hold on heterosexuality. Craig was having none ofthat.”Oh no you don’t,” he said softly, reaching down to lovingly caress my face withone hand as the other guided his hard dick back between my lips. “You’vetortured me all day long,” he smiled. “You can’t deny me a little relief.”Tears flooded my eyes as I began to seriously nurse on his beautiful cock. Craigtalked to me while I worked, telling me how beautiful I was, and how sexy. I wasthe best looking woman he’d ever seen and this was the best blowjob he’d everreceived. I was so happy, I couldn’t believe what I was doing but it all felt sogood I knew I wouldn’t stop until I had satisfied my man.I lifted my self up to the limit of my arms and began to bob up and down onCraig’s stiff rod. It felt so good in my mouth I did everything I could do toswallow it all. I didn’t even come close but I really gave it a good effort. Isucked deeply and swirled my tongue all over the head and underside of themonster cock, hoping Craig would remain quiet enough not to alert Harry as towhat we were doing and yet loving the idea that I was doing such a good job. Ilicked, I sucked, I nursed, and I bobbed up and down trying to get every inch ofthat dick into my throat. I squeezed it with one hand, then two, and then noneas I let my hands alternately cup his balls or wander about over his muscularbody. It may have been two minutes or an hour and I never wanted theseoverwhelming feelings to end but of course eventually they had to.And then my hot guy was dumping his load of semen into my waiting mouth. He wasmoaning and groaning loudly, no way Harry didn’t hear that, as spurt after spurtof his sweet cum sprayed the inside of my mouth and throat. I squealed throughan orgasm of my own, easily the best of my life despite my restraints, and dideverything I could to swallow every ounce Craig had to share.I collapsed, exhausted across Craig’s lap, his still-rigid tool still restingjust inside my open mouth as I panted for air. Craig was still groaning from hisorgasm, lying limp there upon the bed.”I wished you had warned me, that would have been the best photo of the day,”Harry joked, standing a few feet away. I wasn’t sure how much he saw, but heknew what had happened. I could only smile up at him; I was too tired to evenpull the cock out of my mouth. Not that I wanted it out, mind you. I liked itjust fine right where it was.The publisher loved the photos, but wanted more of the two of us having sex andnot just oral. We all agreed that we would take those in the morning after a fewhours rest. Craig and I left Harry to develop the photo’s he had and wentupstairs to the room I had chosen for myself. Along the way I helped myself tosome sexy lingerie for use through the night, and then led my new lover to thebed.How many hours did I have Craig’s cock in my mouth? Not as much as I wanted butwe knew he had to be able to get it up in the morning so I contented myself withleisurely nursing on it for a while, followed by a very enthusiastic fuck. I wasso glad it was Craig that took my virginity; I was really starting to fall forthe guy. He was just so sweet. I did wish the breasts I wore were real, so Icould feel his sexy lips on my nipples and vowed to look into the possibility ofgetting some real ones of my own as soon as possible. Craig held me in his bigstrong arms until morning.I slept very little, so excited was I by what I was wearing and who I had beenwearing it for, and was up and around pretty early. I dressed warmly in acomplete outfit of women’s clothing including jeans and even a pink coat. Bythen the ice had melted and we managed to get Craig’s SUV out of the ditch.We finished up the photo shoot and sent the pictures by overnight mail. Harrywas truly a master, showing so much yet concealing just enough. In many of thepics Craig was enthusiastically fucking my ass although you really can’t tellthat from the angles Harry chose. You can tell that I’m in mid orgasm though,which is a state I stay in a lot when Craig is around.With the pictures safely on their way Harry left to see his mother, leavingCraig and me there at his house for a few hours so we could be alone andtogether. We were too exhausted to fuck, although I gave Craig a severe `tongue-lashing’ trying to get his cock hard one more time. We laughed about that jokeall day long. I remained dressed as Beth the whole time and dearly loved beingCraig’s girl.We plan to start dating as Craig and Beth, it’s just figuring out the best wayto go about it. I’m not sure what Mom will think, but at least Harry has offeredme any of the clothes in his house for my own use, and he gave me the breastforms I’m wearing now. Much of the female clothing is still there in Harry’shouse, boxed up and waiting for me. Harry even said that I could fix up thespare bedroom for Beth. I can’t wait!
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