by Walker Cole
I set my camera down on the toilet seat lid. His shirt feels expensive between my fingers. I start to fold his shirtsleeves. Out of habit from cuffing previous lover’s shirts, I gently push my crotch against his thigh. He doesn’t react so I do the same while cuffing his other side. I feel comfy against him. His large powerful body is like a bed. He’s starting to open up a little too.
I’m back behind my camera now, taking shots. He stands in front of the white wall and stares back at me. I guide him through the usual poses. He looks at me over his shoulder. He’s smiling and enjoying himself. I walk up to him and ask, “How about something risqué?”
“Risqué?” he asks.
“Yeah. A photo just for you.”
“I don’t know,” he says. Did his cheeks just flush?
“You have a fit body, you don’t want to capture that?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I mean, if you’re afraid, that’s no problem.” I bite my tongue and grin.
“That’s how you’re gonna play it,” he says. “Fine.” He undoes two buttons and says, “Better?”
“It’s a start.” I stick out my tongue.
“I’ve heard about this kind of photo shoot. Where the girl gets taken advantage of.”
“You think I could take advantage of you?” I ask.
“Well, I am emotional.”
“You’re a tough guy with a soft center, Colt. I don’t know why Nancy would leave that.”
“She wasn’t very good at getting to my center, I guess,” he says.
I wonder what the inside of his mouth feels like. I’m feeling cocky and since he’s been open with everything so far, I just go for it.
“Colt,” I say, “Did you ever stray from your marriage?”
“I wish I did. I’ll tell you that much.” So I’ve got a delicious, hunky straight guy in front of me with a lot of pent up sexual aggression.
Noted.
“Did you ever model?”
“I used to get offers, back when I played football. But I couldn’t tell which jobs were for legit modeling and which ones were for gay porn modeling.” He laughs. “I should have been more adventurous in my youth but everyone thinks that. How about you?” He’s definitely flirting with me.
I laugh. “Never. I didn’t even get offers, so you’ve got one up on me.”
He looks me up and down and says, “Huh.”
After a few more shots I walk right up to him and undo another a button. “Live a little,” I say. He doesn’t stop me, so I undo another one. He smiles at me and tilts his head, daring me to undo more. My fingers tremble. Under his shirt, his stomach feels muscular and hard. I undo every last button and step back. His chest and stomach are on show now. He doesn’t say a word, and his face gives nothing away. I bring the camera up but I can’t shoot. I’m too nervous.
“Do it,” he hisses. So I take some shots. He’s more alive now; he’s even moving his body when I pause. His muscles ripple as he adjusts. He moves with purpose. He takes off his shirt and damn if his athletic body isn’t thick, like a ripped power lifter. I keep taking pictures. I don’t know how long I’ve been hard for but he must have noticed.
My cock is straining in these jeans.
I take pictures of his body close up then I tug on his belt, daring him. “Be careful,” he says. “I know you like teasing but can you deal with the consequences?” He looks at me like I’m a piece of meat. “I’m gonna shower,” he says. “You sticking around?”
Colt starts taking his slacks off. He wears gray Calvin Klein boxers. He’s not hard, but there’s blood flowing down there alright—either that or he has the largest cock I’ve ever seen. I still haven’t put my camera down, and I take a shot. “Hey,” he says, and glares at me.
“I couldn’t resist,” I say. Colt just stands there, daring me to take another.
I shoot more and put it on autofocus because I’m too excited to adjust the manual lens. I want to capture all of this. Colt turns around to show me his back. I guess what they say about squats is true—his ass is large, juicy. His back is defined and V-shaped. The under floor heating is starting to make me sweat. That and this giant slab of muscle in front of me.
His eyes are all over me. I’m still taking shots, but it’s from muscle memory, I’m so anxious I’m floating above myself. “Leo,” he says. “You’ve become a welcome distraction.” He walks over to me, puts his hands on my trembling camera and takes it from me.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I don’t know how to stand in front of him or where to put my hands. I shuffle from foot to foot.
“How does this work?” he asks.
“You just look through the lens and click the—yeah—the button,” I say. He takes a picture of the floor by accident, then aims it at me. I give a nervous smile. Click, click. “Hey,” I say and grab the camera back. “I’m the photographer here.” He lets me take it, the keyword being let’s. Because there’s no question, this man is more physically powerful out of the two of us.
And yet, I don’t feel threatened by him.
More like protected. But if he ends up fucking me, and that seems where this flirting is going, this could be the hardest fuck of my life. I mean, hey, I work out, but Colt is something else.
“Boxers off,” I say. He pauses and sticks his thumb into the waistband. A door opens and shuts downstairs, and a woman calls up the stairs.
“Colt? You in?” she says. Colt looks at me and points into the shower.
“Hide,” he whispers. He yells back to the woman downstairs, “What is it, Nancy?”
“Can you come down here?” she strains. Colt leaves me hiding in the shower. I can’t believe this is what it’s come to. I came here for a family shoot. Should I just run for it and not turn back? I decide to wait a while. I stick my head out of the shower to listen. I hear some yelling and a crash. “You fucking dick!” Nancy yells. “Why are you shirtless? I’ll break every one of these goddamn plates. Who the hell is in this house?” She must have seen my bags.
“A photographer came over for some portfolio shots. Look, look at all this stuff, lenses and gear,” Colt says.
“Whatever,” she says. “You haven’t got the guts to cheat on me in this house.”
“Fuck you,” he yells back, and a door gets slammed.
Someone storms up the stairs. The bathroom door flies open, and Colt is standing there looking furious. “Colt, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to cause drama,” I say.
Colt pulls me out the shower and puts his mouth against mine. It knocks the wind out of me until his tongue flicks my mouth open and I instinctively bite his lip. “Colt,” I moan. “Do you really want this?”
“I want all of you,” he says. “If you can take it.” He wraps his arms around my body and holds me. Then he lifts my jacket off, then the shirt over my head. He takes off his pants and boxers and pauses to let me look.
I fight back the urge to let my mouth hang open in awe. His cock is thick and smooth. This coach is hung. “Take a picture,” he dares me. “It’ll last longer.” I pick up my camera and focus it right on his lovely cock. I turn the camera to the bathroom mirror to get a shot of me standing next to him. I want to remember this moment.
Colt’s face turns a little red. Is he embarrassed? He flashes a little smile and then runs off. He’s light on his feet and fast. “Colt?” I call after him. “Where are you going?” I follow him with my camera as he runs from room to room.
“I feel weird, okay!” he shouts. Colt keeps ducking behind beds and chairs. I’m getting tons of blurry shots. Eventually, he runs straight at me and tackles me to the ground. I cry out, and he jumps off me. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Just shocked,” I say, on my back. “That’s all. I’m tougher than I look.” I grin. Colt starts kissing me again. My erection is pushing against my boxers and bumping against his growing cock. He bites and sucks at my lip and then
pulls his face away. I can’t believe I still have my boxers on and his nude body is rubbing all over me.
“I do need to shower though,” Colt says. Then he gets up and leaves me there. I manage to get back up myself and try to follow him but he shuts the door in my face.
“Colt? What’s up?”
He speaks to me through the door. “I haven’t been with anyone new in a long time.”
“Are you nervous?” I laugh a little.
“Hey, just because I look tough doesn’t mean I’m perfect,” he says in his gruff voice. This dude is the cutest thing ever.
My cock is pointing up and pushing my boxers out, barely contained. I pull them down, and my erection pings up and slaps against my stomach. I suddenly remember how long it’s been since I masturbated. I’m just aching for an orgasm. I open the bathroom door and walk in with my camera around my neck. Colt is standing right in front of me.
He feels my arms and brushes his fingers over my nipples. His cock isn’t fully hard like mine but it’s well on its way. It’s heavy and smooth, webbed with pretty veins. His big balls hang down; they look engorged. I take a picture of his cock. It’s perfect.
“Enough pictures,” he says. I nod, as if to say but what now? We’re opposite each other…
Naked.
Aroused.
He steps into his spacious shower. I look at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed. “Are you coming?” he calls out. I swallow and then follow him. His ass is smooth. His glute muscles are outlined. Colt turns around and our cocks bump. I’ve been rock hard for half an hour. His large, semi-erect cock bounces as the hot shower water runs off it. I reach out to touch it, looking at his face for a reaction. He gently smiles and nods at me, giving permission. I squeeze it, then I head for the balls and hold them in my hands. Large, like the rest of him.
Colt holds the back of my neck and puts his lips onto mine. I go slightly on my tiptoes as the shower water drums on my head. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues dance and I bite at his lips. I hook my feet behind his back. He tastes like whiskey and lust.
“Shit,” he says. “I need to double-lock the front door. Nancy used to sneak into the house when I was home sometimes—to catch me cheating.”
“I thought you never cheated,” I say.
He gives me a look.
“Ah, she’s crazy,” I say. “Got it.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” he says, and puts me down.
Once again, I’m left alone with my hard cock. I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose but I’m getting teased to my limit. My balls are even starting to ache. After a few minutes, I get worried about him. I wrap a towel around my waist and sneak out into the corridor. “Colt?” I whisper. “You there?” I hear talking downstairs, and I tiptoe over. It’s only Colt’s voice that I can hear. It’s conversational too. I tuck my towel into itself and head down the stairs.
I haven’t had a chance to look around yet. The gym seemed kind of plain looking, but I guess that’s Colt’s domain. I think Nancy must have gone a bit nuts with the place. By the time I walk down the hallway, I’ve passed two mini-baskets of potpourri.
Colt’s in the kitchen on the house phone. He’s wearing a robe and he raises his eyebrows when he sees me naked in the towel. He writes something down on a post-it note, work call, it says. I feel a little silly in this towel now. I go upstairs and get changed.
Colt stays on the phone for a while and I’m collecting my bags and things in the living room when he finally comes off. “Hey, Leo,” he says, standing in the doorway. “I’m so sorry about that. It was urgent team stuff but that’s no excuse.”
“Yeah sure, no problem. I guess I really should book that cab then.”
Colt smirks. “Not a chance. I promised you a shower.”
“You did?” I ask.
“I heavily implied one, then.” He laughs, and I start to feel at ease.
“Come on.” He motions for me to follow him and then sprints up the stairs. When I get to the top, I see his robe on the hallway carpet and the shower turns on.
This is it.
The steam from the shower is billowing out from the bathroom door. Colt must have it turned all the way up. “Get in here,” he calls out. He turns the shower off but it stays steamy and warm. I slip out of my clothes while he opens something from the shelf. It’s a jar of coconut oil. I slip out of my last piece of clothing and we look each other over—we grin. “Do you use this stuff?” I ask.
“This vegan guy at work got me to try it and I’m obsessed with it.”
“You don’t seem like the beauty product type.”
“Hey, don’t stereotype me.” He glares. “This stuff is great for muscle stretch marks.”
“Are you trying to sell me a jar?” I ask.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Come over here,” he says. I walk over and he spins me around. He starts rubbing the tops of my shoulders with coconut oil. It feels warm and smooth and does actually smell quite nice. Colt keeps massaging my shoulders and then the top of my back.
“Right?” he asks.
“Anything feels good if you massage someone with it,” I slur. Colt leans forwards to rub it over my arms and his cock pushes against my ass. Mmm. I nearly forgot where this was heading.
Colt works down my back and rubs the oil into my ass. “Hey,” I say. “I’m going to be all slimy.”
“I can work with that,” he says. Colt leads me into the shower, and I put my hands up against the wall. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips back so my ass sticks out. My asshole is smooth from shaving it earlier this week. Colt keeps massaging my butt. He squeezes and pushes into the muscle. He runs a lubed finger over my hole and my cock gently throbs. The ring of muscle inside my ass is tight and I’m nervous.
Will he break me?
“It works as lube too,” he says. His two big fingers start to rub around my asshole. “How does that feel?” I just moan in response. He pushes harder and I can feel my sphincter stretching to accommodate them. First the tips, then right down to his knuckles. My ass tightens around his fingers. My cock is bouncing with my heartbeat and my balls deeply ache. I feel an urge inside myself. I know what I want.
What I need.
I reach back for his cock. It’s fully hard now. He grabs my hand and gently twists it behind my back. My other arm balances myself against the bathroom wall. I moan. I can hear him jerking his cock, lubing it up. “Yes,” I cry. “Please!” Colt puts it between my cheeks and grinds himself against me. My body is shivering all over and my breath is jittery. I don’t know if I can take his whole cock but I don’t care. I’m so turned on that my ass feels looser, ready for anything. I want him to penetrate me. I want to feel it pulse as he cums deep inside of me.
He pushes the head of it against my asshole. I push my ass back towards him and take a deep breath and then let it all out. I’m still getting whole-body shudders. Colt pulls me against him. His cock slides into me. He pulls back and then pushes it all the way in.
Right to the hilt.
My bum bounces off his hard abs. Colt starts fucking me. My asshole clenches as my cock twitches. I look down to see a slither of pre-cum leaking out. Each thrust hits against my prostate. There’s no way for his big cock not to hit my prostate. He’s milking the pre-cum out of me every time he pulls me back and it slides deep inside. I’m getting fucked silly. I almost laugh and then stop myself. My emotions are fucked right now. I can’t focus on anything. All that exists is his cock, sliding around inside my sensitive ass and making me tingle.
Colt reaches around and holds my cock. He doesn’t jerk it. He just holds it, squeezes it, plays with it. He’s moaning too now. I realize that I’ve been groaning the whole time. My speech is jumbled, I beg for more, for him to never stop. He gives me a handjob to the rhythm of his thrusts. Our cocks are jerked in sync, his hand around mine, my ass around his.
I can feel my orgasm starting, deep inside me. A sweet hurt, pulsing from an unknown place. “I’m going to cum,” I stutter between my breaths. Colt changes his thrusting, pulls me back slower now, building his own orgasm. I can feel every inch of his cock, the bulbous head gliding against the soft walls inside my ass. His fingers dig into my hips, and his cock goes stiff. Colt’s breathing gets all stuttered just like mine. Out of my cock comes the first spurt of watery semen, followed by pearly white ropes. I cum hard all over the wall. My ass clenches tightly around Colt’s penis as he joins my orgasm, filling me up.
He holds me there, as the final drops of cum leave his cock. I can never get used to the feeling of cumming with something inside my ass. It’s just so different than anything else. My asshole is softly aching. It’s gently stretched to accommodate him.
The air smells like coconut. I have sea-legs, or semen-legs… Either way, I think I’m going to fall. Colt catches me and says, “Woah there. You okay?”
“Yes,” I slur. “Dizzy.” Colt picks me up in his arms and carries me to his bedroom. Everything is white like the outside of the house. His bed is triple-king-sized, the size of a small room. There’s a black and white photo of him and Nancy on the far wall. My cock is still twitching occasionally. Colt pulls the covers over me. I’m wet from the lube and the shower. My skin is a little sticky. I can feel the cum in and around my ass. I feel giddy, and I grin as I close my eyes just for a second. I wonder if Colt is going to join me but before I see him again, I fall into a lovely post-orgasm sleep.
* * *
The sun is bright and startling. I’m in Colt’s bed, but where is he? Then it hits me…
I just slept the night at a subject’s house.
I didn’t even get the job done. Well, I got a few portrait shots against the white bathroom wall but the magazine won’t want that. I got some nude shots for my consumption though—that makes me happy. The magazine wanted the family spread. Hot coach and loving family. There’s not even a family now. They won’t like that at all.
