Photographic Model by Callan Smith

The other day I was going through some boxes I'd put in the attic years ago and I came across a bunch of photos of some hot young model I'd completely forgotten about. He didn't have that good a body and his dick was only fair to average but he sure knew how to pose for the camera. Some of the shots almost burnt a hole through the negative. Naturally, I'm speaking about pre-digital days. Does anyone remember those?

I've spread his photos all over the floor (just as I recall doing with him) and am having a horny time reliving the two or three sessions we had together. He was initially a student of mine and wanted to be a photographer himself. I gave him a few basic lessons but after a very short while we moved from the dark room to the backroom so to speak and ended up having sex on the plush red sofa I use for portrait studies.

We were listening to an eclectic album of Cole Porter songs recorded by artists such as U2, Annie Lennox, Tom Waits and Sinead O'Connor. It's called Red Hot + Blue and couldn't have been more apt for that red hot moment between us. In fact red, and all it represents, is the pervading image I have of him. Red sofa. Red lips. Red for danger. Red rag to a bull. Red meat. Red light district. Even Little Red-Riding Hood and the wolf.

Paradoxically, he was rather dark-skinned and from somewhere in South America. Brazil I think. Anyway he was definitely from a good, middle class family. His hair was combed straight back and he was wearing horn-rimmed glasses and what seemed to be his Sunday best. He looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth when he first walked into my studio. Your regular, serious student in fact. But the moment I put him in front of the camera an interesting transformation took place. He turned from horn-rimmed to horny and developed what I can only call a blow-job face. Wet ruby lips and a relaxed jaw, his cock-sucking mouth half open like a welcoming doormat ready for you to wipe your prick on.

His eyes were only half open too with a sleepy sultry expression which, combined with his sleek black hair, gave him the look of a moody matador more than ready to engage your most rampant bull in a fight to the death. I particularly remember he had a very sexy way of leaning back on his naked haunches and playing with his dick until it turned from a sinuous snake into a fire spitting dragon. I couldn't wait to take him by his horny horns. In the meantime he seduced me and my camera by slowly unravelling his tie and slipping out of his shirt and pants.

Sunday soon morphed into Saturday night as he removed his formal suit and began his informal striptease. His dark lithe body became pregnant with promise and his black bangs fell seductively over his forehead, shading his smouldering eyes. All that black contrasted very nicely with the profusion of red around him and was a joy for me and my lens. He looked like your veritable red menace capable of anything. And he was.

Even the hair on his chest seemed like a trap for unsuspecting flies and I tell you man, my fly flew open like a champagne bottle popping its cork when I saw him completely naked before me. I still don't know how I had the presence of mind to take all the photos I did. My hands and my legs were trembling and my dick was tenting my pants. In fact it was soon standing tall and strong as a candle at the consuming sight of him.

He continued to caress his penis as if he was smoothing it into shape for the camera. At one point he held it out to me and asked me to kiss it.

"If you want to see its full potential," he said, "Moisten it with your lips."

Unable to resist an invitation like that, I dribbled all over it like a baby wetting its bib until I felt it pulse to promising proportions and grow full and hard as a feeding bottle in my mouth. Then I had to back off and take another shot before he shot his load down my throat.

He did that too but later.

He rubbed my spit up and down his dick making it glisten for the camera. I took some more shots and then waited for further instructions.

"You can make me even more excited if you drop your pants," he purred turning his ass to me as an open invitation to my dick.

I dropped my pants as per his request and dropped a pool of pre-cum over his beautiful hairy butt cheeks in the process. Then as the sticky liquid dripped down his crack I pushed my finger tips into the fuzzy split of his love hole and lubricated it a bit.

His ass lips wrapped themselves round my fingers like a sea-anemone sucking in shrimps.

"That feels good," he said as his ass proceeded to devour my fingers. "Give me a taste of your dick and I'll let you take some more photos."

I dropped my camera momentarily and replaced my fingers with my liberally leaking mushroom head. I oozed my way inside him.

It felt like butter melting into a hot skillet.

Lisa Stansfield was conveniently crooning that great Cole Porter number 'Down In The Depths' as I dived deep into his ass. Very appropriate.

It felt so good in there. I used my dick like a kind of sexual cursor.

As I surfed my way to paradise I saw all the colours of the spectrum and the ocean bed too. It was like being over the rainbow and finding Nemo at the same time.

"Fuck me Daddy," he said. "Make me feel good."

I plunged even further into his fathomless depths and pounded at his prostate until he let out little growls of joy. He rewarded me by thrusting his horny little butt back as far as he could and proceeded to pump the fuck out of my dick. It was awesome. I suddenly realized what a control freak he was. I was being manipulated but enjoying every sleazy second of it. I was also dangerously near coming.

All at once he relaxed his grip and let me go. My dick popped out with a soft slurp. Like a fish that's been washed ashore and is gasping for air.

"Bet nobody ever did that to you before," he said.

Nobody had.

"Bet I could make your dick sing full throttle and soil its nest if I tried."

"You probably could," I said, wanting more than anything for him to try, but wanting the photos as well. My supercharged dick was overflowing with pre-cum. In fact jizz was spurting out of me like wax from a candle. His butt was that hot.

I picked up the camera again eager to get the photo session over and done with and then wax his butt shut with my soldering iron. He continued to wriggle and writhe and hump the floor of my studio and I took picture after torrid picture of him, praying my camera wouldn't run out of film. We photographers used to live dangerously in those days. I was also praying I wouldn't lose my English self-control and come all over him before I had time to snorkel his ass again. After surviving its maiden voyage my dick couldn't wait to submerge itself once more in those seething Brazilian seas.

I finally put my camera down and pulled him towards me by his humping hips, determined to get the better of him this time. I entered him like a torpedo, my cannon balls thundering against his beautiful buttress. It opened further and further with each thrust and was soon in full bloom. In fact it fairly billowed. My dick and I drooled at the horny sight of it. I've always been a glutton for glutes.

"I'm going to give you the fuck of all fucks." I promised him.

"You'll be crying for mercy by the time I've finished with you."

"Beat me Daddy," is all he said.

I'll beat you into the ground," I growled as I lunged and plunged and tried to make a squashed spider of his squirming body. I was seized by a stroke of venom which wanted to inflict as much pain as the horny little bastard could take. But the harder I fucked him the more he raised his ass in the air for more, his dark bangs flopping up and down as I banged the living shit out of him.

Did you ever have one of those monkeys on a stick where you squeeze the base and the monkey does all sorts of weird and wonderful things with its body? Well it was a bit like that each and every time I squeezed my dick into Ansel's base. He loved it. Couldn't get enough of it.

"Yeah," he said squirming wantonly with each thrust.

"Yeah that's good. Fuck me some more Daddy."

I flipped him over on his back and fucked him some more. And then some. I fucked him rigid. Almost buggered the bugger all the way back to Brazil trying to make him say no. Beg me to stop. But he kept on saying "Yeah," until I feared my candle was going to run out of wick. His ass was insatiable. And all the time he was clasping my dick in an iron grip with his butt cheeks making it feel like a tube of half empty toothpaste.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" And finally came. In profusion.

In fact he produced enough cumcream to cover a cake.

I was so triumphant I almost forgot to come myself.

The delayed reaction made me stab his butt in long orgasmic spasms.

I grabbed his hair and banged his head on the ground until he finally said "Wow man, that's enough."

But by now my dick was on automatic pilot and out of control. I nearly drove his head and butt into the ground as I erupted, letting out a wonderful stream of whiter than white jizz that would have put any tube of Rembrandt toothpaste to shame.

"I thought my butt was going to burst." "You nearly killed me man," he said happily as we had our shower.

Then he climbed back into his Sunday suit and prepared to leave.

As he went out the door he turned and smiled wickedly.

"If you have enough film left in your camera maybe we can take some more photos tomorrow. See if there are any further developments."

We did take more pictures actually and I left several reprints of my dick on his ass.

Hope you get to see them one day. They're great.