Was it rape or seduction? by chubeez

A literotic sexstories: Was it rape or seduction? by chubeez ,

Many professionals have to deal with intimate requests from their clients these days. Especially, photographers as pornographic images have become more and mainstream. When Chubs a 57 year old photographer gets a request from a gay client for some raunchy shots, he has misgivings but says yes. Chubs sexuality is challenged when the client exploits the explicit nature of the shoot, to seduce Chubs into a gay sex romp.

Lockdown had been going on a long time. My consultancy business was on hold, and I needed a new source of income. I’d already started blogging and had lots of followers on Instagram. But that really wasn’t bringing in any money at all. I’d earned a lot as a consultant and had some great camera gear, so maybe I could use that to make some money. I decided to brush up my skills with some online courses. Photoshop, Lighting, Portrait photography etc. That took a few weeks, but I was nowhere near a professional standard. I needed some practice.I put an add on my website and Instagram offering free photoshoots. I was expecting family portraits, Id photo’s, maybe some profile pictures for Instagram etc. I’d asked my wife originally to pose she’s hot, but no go. I got a few takers, the response was OK to start with but got more and more positive as time went on and I got more practice.

One morning I got an email from a guy asking if I could shoot him. I said well, the free offer is over now. He asked how much it would cost. I didn’t want to undersell myself. So I said it depends, do you require copyright for the image or will I be free to sell on the stock sites. He said, “no, I need the copyright”. OK, so I said $1500 for a 6-hour shoot and 40 retouched images. “OK,” he said, “I just wanted to give you a heads up, I’m gay. I need some shots for social media, some lifestyle shots, good clothes, nice locations. I also need some more raunchy shots for my dating profile.”

“Oh, OK.” To be honest, I was a little flustered. I’d never considered any form of pornography, what did he mean by raunchy anyway? Also, I’m straight, did this mean nudes, dick picks, would he be aroused? Would he need close-ups? I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this, but at the same time, I didn’t want to appear homophobic. “Damn.” I thought to myself.

“No that’s fine.” I heard myself say. “When can we do it ?”

“I’m free on Wednesday?”

“Perfect ” He answered, “Any suggestions on location?”

“How about the Jamera Beach hotel?” I suggested. “It has a beach, nice bars and public areas for the lifestyles shots…”

“Great,” he interrupted, “I’ll book a room for the day, and we can do the raunchy shots there as well.” Fuck it. I was now meeting him at a hotel, damn again. “OK Wednesday at 8:00 Jamera beach. I’ll set the lights up in the room while you get your breakfast, then we’ll head out and do the lifestyle shots.”

Anyway, Wednesday comes, I got up at six AM gathered my gear together and threw them in my minivan and headed to the hotel. The sun was rising and glinting off of the tall buildings, so I fired off a few shots before heading off. I got to the hotel, unloaded my gear and handed the valet my keys. A porter helped me into reception with the equipment, and the receptionist gave me an access card to the room. I headed upstairs with a porter to help with the lights and camera cases. I knocked on the door no answer, so we let ourselves in the room was empty, so the porter left me to it. I set up the lights and headed downstairs to meet the client. I found the restaurant and was guided to my client’s table. He was about 35 years old, about 6 feet tall, with piercing blue eye’s. He was dressed smartly slim fit white shirt, fashionably ripped jeans, Gucci loafers. His shirt was unbuttoned to the third button and fitted his muscled shoulders perfectly. He wore an immaculately groomed beard and head of brown wavey hair. A massive gold Rolex on his wrist, and two diamond stud earrings. A gold crucifix hung around his neck to complete the look. He obviously worked out and took a lot of time with his appearance. This was going to be easier than I thought.

I took a few portraits at the table, and we headed outside to do some beach shots, sat down for a cocktail in the beach bar, took some more. Headed inside and took some in the hotel lobby and bar. He was an amiable guy with his own business. He told me he’d recently split with a long term partner and I told him I had a lovely lady wife. Which, now I think about sounded a bit churlish. “Can we take some pictures in the health club?” He asked. “Sure” I answered.

“Great, let’s head up to the room while I get changed? ” he suggested.

“Er actually do you mind if I meet you there? I want to check out the lighting.”

He laughed “You straight guys, don’t worry, I’m not into you.”

I blushed, the first time in years, but at the same time, I was a little relieved. “I really do need to do some set-up. I’ll meet you there”.

We parted with a smile while I headed down to the health club. There was a gym, a pool and a sauna. It was a Wednesday morning, so it was almost empty. The light was fluorescent, so I had to make some white balance adjustments but other than that it was fine. I felt a firm tap on my shoulder, and my client was back “Everything OK?”

“Yep sure,” I answered in a chirpy manner. He was wearing baggy shorts, a Nike compression top that showed the outline of muscular shoulders and arms very well and a pair of Nike x Sacai VaporWaffle trainers. “Nice shoes”, I ventured.”

Again that laugh “Thanks for noticing”.

“I’ll make sure we get a good shot of those. Why don’t I shoot you doing some free weights? Once you’ve got a pump on, we can do some in the pool.”

“Good thinking, Pool and Sauna me thinks”. He replied with a smile.

“We can try, but I don’t think they’ll let us in there and shoot.”

“It’s pretty quiet I’m sure they’ll clear it out for a few minutes if we ask nicely’ he pressed.

“OK”

As I noticed earlier, the guy had a pretty good physique, broad shoulders slim waist and tight arse. He was picking up some pretty hefty weights. The sweat was starting to glisten on his forehead, and I got some pretty impressive photos of his exertions. These will go down pretty well with his gay audience I thought to my self.

He stopped for a rest, threw his head back and took a long swig from his water bottle. I grabbed a sneaky photo.

“Pool now?” I suggested

“Sure” he replied.

We wandered down to the changing rooms. I followed him in, taking off my shoes, as this was the only way me and my camera were going to get poolside to take photos. `There was no one in the changing room, so I took a couple of shots as he slipped off the compression top. He did indeed have a pump on. He had the swimmer’s body lean not overly muscled but well defined and cut. Luckily he’d anticipated the swim and had a pair of white speedo’s on under those baggy shorts. We went to the pool area, he swam well, and I got action shots of him diving in the pool and then languishing by the pool’s edge. Dripping wet. He was looking gorgeous if you like that sort of thing. A couple of the hottest women I’d ever seen were also swimming in the pool, and they clearly did like that sort of thing. One of them handed me a hastily written phone number “Please pass this your client, my name’s Victoria.” I was tempted to tell her he was gay but thought better of it. I just said “OK.”

“Right,” he said “Sauna.”

He grabbed a white towel, wrapped it around his waist. He took a quick peek through the sauna door. “There’s no one here, come on”. We went in, and he sat on the bench and closed his eye’s. Letting the heat wash over him. Sweat started to glisten on his hairless chest. He arranged the towel showing as much as possible but without showing the speedo’s underneath. It looked to all intents and purposes as if he was naked under the towel. I took some more shots. Arm’s over his head, sitting up leaning back, showing off his six-pack.

“Should I take them off?” He asked. I mumbled about it limiting the channels the photos would be suitable for, and he agreed although, the images would have been hella sexy if he had. I told myself to try and be more professional. The truth was I’d never been in the room with a man before who was being overtly sexual, and it made me uncomfortable, even to the point of doubting my sexuality a bit. I just told myself, so what if you get aroused it doesn’t make you gay. We headed back to the changing rooms. He’d let the towel down, and I could definitely see a bulge there that hadn’t been there before. As we reached the showers, there was another guy in there. I tried to hide my camera as best I could “See you by reception?” I suggested.

“Yep won’t be long” he answered.

He appeared again 20 minutes later. With a big smile on his face. “That guy..”

“What about him?”

“We polished each other’s knobs if you know what I mean”, he boasted.

“Well, I hope you can still get an erection later for your grinder profile?” I said rather huffily. Are you jealous, I thought to myself. No, it’s just unprofessional.

The client laughed “Come on, break for lunch?”

“I am tempted, but you’ve got a pump and a nice flat stomach now. You should try and keep it for the photos”.

He laughed again “OK, so we head up to the room now and lunch after?”

“Sounds good, let’s go.”

We head up to the room and let ourselves in. He sits on the bed and says “So now we do the sexy naked shots?”

I feel my cock start to harden in my jeans. “Oh my, that’s not good.” I thought to myself. But I felt kind of safe. I’m 57 years old and chubby. This guy’s 35, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect teeth. He’s just had a wank with a fit stranger in a public changing room why would he want me?

“So, yes. I thought we could lose the Gym clothes. You could have a shower. I can shoot you in the shower, front, back, soapy, clean. Strategic shots of you drying yourself.”

“Hmm, I like it” he offered eagerly, “go on”.

“Then I thought we could dress you up nice again. Then shoot you taking it all off in tastefully salacious manner. Some naked poses in the bed, some by that big window (we’re 11 floors up no one should see)”

“Don’t care if they do !!” he said

“The rest depends on how pornographic you want to go?”

“That plan sounds awesome. As for how pornographic? Definitely naked. Definitely erect dick, Definitely arse shots.”

“Are we going for soft porn hear, or am I going in for some close-ups?” I asked

“Full porno, close-ups of my dick balls and arse hole. Definitely a cum shot…”

Oh my god, he’s going to cum in front of me? I never thought of that. He’s going to be having sex in front of me and ejaculating. While my head was panicking, I could feel my cock growing in my pants and wet patches of pre-cum forming on my underpants.

“… I also have some toys that I want to use, is that OK?”

“Yeah but these are all going on your dating profile? ”

“The stripping and nude one’s yes, the porno’s are for sharing once I’m talking to someone online”.

“OK, let’s go shower first, the bathroom is huge. Let me shoot you getting undressed first”.

“OK”

We both went into the bathroom. He stripped off the compression top. Slowly pulling it up to reveal the sixpack and the flesh above his low slung shorts and looking straight at the camera. I licked my lips involuntarily. Then he turned around and pulled down the baggy shorts to reveal his arse looking at me over his shoulder. I took a couple of full-length shots. He then turned around and looking down, pulled down the front of his shorts slowly revealing his beautiful cock. I never thought a man’s cock could be beautiful. But after the full-length shot, I zoomed in for a .close-up. But the angle was wrong, so I had to kneel down to get a better view. He grabbed his dick and slowly started stroking it softly into an erection. I zoomed out for a full-length shot of him wanking and then zoomed in for a close-up, the camera picking up the pre-cum on his dick nicely.

“OK, that was great, let’s get you in the shower.”

He seemed to come back to earth. We threw his dirty clothes out of the bathroom so they wouldn’t spoil the shot. Before he got in the shower, I took full-length photos, back and front, of him totally naked except for the sneakers and the massive beautiful erection. He climbed in the shower, wetted himself all over and then covered himself in soapy bubbles. All over his body, again I took full-length shots back and front.

“Those are awesome.” I told him “can you start masturbating again? Nice and slow.” Oh my god was I getting into this a little too much?

Without much hesitation, he closed his fist around that lovely dick and started to stroke it. I put the camera on multishot mode to catch the action. I zoomed in close so that his dick filled the frame, together with his shaven ball sack. “Turn on the water and rinse off.” On came the water and I got great images of the water running down his face and body before finally catching it cascade in a stream off of his balls. My cock was rigid. “Turn around.” He did so, leaning up against the wall of the shower, giving me a close-up view of that fantastically tight arse with the water cascading down his crack. “Spread your legs a little.” He did, and this had the effect of contracting his butt muscles, giving me a view of his balls between his legs as the water streamed down them.

Suddenly. “Excuse me. I think I’m going to cum now.”

Not only was I watching a man having sex while I was in the same room, but I was just about to see him orgasm. It was so fucking hot, which for a straight guy was pretty disconcerting.

“Quick, turn around and shout when it starts.”

He turned around. I zoomed in on the head of his dick. “Now!” he shouted. I fired off the shutter as stream after stream of cum flew from the end of his dick. I managed to freeze the cum mid-air with the camera. What a shot. What I didn’t do was avoid getting cum on my hands and camera. But I just absent-mindedly licked it off. My god, what did I just do? By now my balls were aching as was my dick which had been erect for a very long time.

The client jumped out of the shower, took a pee, which he reminded me to photograph. I took some drying off shots and some close-ups and some in a fluffy white dressing gown. Then he got dressed up nice, so we could do the stripping part. “Let’s get a drink and take a break?” he suggested.

“Sure, why not?”

We headed to the bar, found a table and sat down. Me in my tee-shirt and jeans him looking like a Hollywood film star. I ordered a coke he told me to get some vodka in it so, in the end, I had a beer.

As the waiter delivered our drinks, he said “First taste of cum?”

“What?” I spluttered blushing in front of the stony-faced waiter.

I’d forgotten about it, but now I remembered I felt deeply ashamed.

“I was going to apologise, but when I saw you lick it off I thought you might like it?” he grinned.

“Look, I’m straight.” I pleaded

“Well, that’s a pretty gay thing to do, which I loved by the way. That session was so hot. Really very sexy. You were really getting into it. You knew how to make me pose and everything. It was very erotic for me. Have you really never been with a man?”

“No, I haven’t. I was just trying to get good shots and got lost in the moment. I didn’t know what to do with the cum so got rid the quickest way possible. I’m embarrassed about that.”

“You’re embarrassed? After what I did in front of you? Don’t be silly.”

We chatted about work and stuff for about half an hour before I reminded him about the strip, the naked and the porn photo’s we still needed to take. So we headed upstairs.

In the room, we tidied up the discarded clothes. I sat on the bed and got him to pose in the window. The window was huge, with a beautiful view of the ocean. It had no curtains, and the blinds were open. We were relying on the distance to obscure the view from outside. We were eleven floors up.

I set up a strobe to light him up from the front, and we started to shoot. Having already cum twice that day, I think he was a bit sexed out. The shots were great with that stunning view in the background. But he wasn’t as naturally sexy. Myself, not having cum at all, was horny as hell. He stripped and posed in various level of undress until he was down to his underpants. I held my breath a little and waited for him to slowly remove his tight white underpants so I could see that beautiful cock once again. I gasped as he revealed it me and he must have seen the solid erection in my pants. I made him pose both facing towards and away from the window. I think if tickled the exhibitionist in him as his cock rose to attention. He looked like it was all over, but I piped up “Toys porn and bed shots?”.

“They’re in the wardrobe.” He informed me with a cheeky grin. “You are a hard worker.”

I pulled out a big black rubber cock a tube of lube and a cock ring. I repositioned the lights, so they were positioned to light the bed. He climbed on the bed. First, we did him stretched on his back, relaxed, eyes closed, playing with his cock. Then I got him to stare meaningfully at the camera while laying on his side, erection in hand. On his back again, knees up, erection in hand between his legs. I moved in close and got some good shots of his cock balls and arsehole. I even got an image of the head of his penis in sharp focus with his face blurred out in the background. Very arty !! Then it was up on all fours. I pulled back for a wide shot showing that impossibly tight arse and balls hanging down with him looking over his shoulder at me. Then zoomed in on his arsehole. It was very clean, and I wondered it tasted like. What? You’re straight for god sake, I told myself. Now it was time for the toys. I snapped a few of him fitting the cock ring. Then took some pictures of him masturbating with it in place. My dick ached so bad, and my pants were soaking by now. He grabbed the big black dildo and held it over his head like a trophy. Ooh good a whimsical shot I thought. “You wanna lick it?” I asked him, staring at the big dildo. “Do you?” he said, looking at his own erection. I declined. He started to lick the monster dildo, first the tip then the whole length of the shaft. Then he took the lube and covered the length with the sticky goo. “Eventually, I want some shots with this inside me on my back.” he suggested, “but it’s big, and I think I need to be on all fours to get it in.”

“Sure, go ahead.” I agreed

“Look this is a bit embarrassing, but can you put it in for me. I know it’s a bit beyond the call, but you won’t have to touch me or anything?”

I don’t know if it was because I was so horny, or just too involved in the moment, but I said “Sure OK.”

I put my camera to one side and picked up the dildo. He reached back with one and pulled his left cheek to one side so I could see his hole. I nervously rubbed the head of the cock against the opening. My client released a quiet but distinct moan as it made contact. I could see his bum-hole start to open, so I applied some more pressure. The head of the cock started to slide in. “Oh my god, yes.” came the stifled moan from the other end of the bed. I began to work it in and out in a fucking motion. “Ooh that’s it, don’t stop”. By fucking the cock in and out I’d now buried about six inched of the thick black dildo into my client’s arsehole. I grabbed my camera for a couple of shots of the monster cock penetrating my client. He rolled over onto his back. “Come closer,” he said “I want to go for the cum shot.

“Where do you want me?”

“Kneel at the end of the bed. I’ll pull my knees to my chest and masturbate. Get the camera above me so you can take photo’s of my cock with me masturbating and the dildo sticking out of my arse. I’ll let you know when I’m about to cum.”

I got some great close-ups of his face contorted with pleasure and his arse with the monster dildo inserted and that beautiful cock. He was stroking it faster now, and I wondered what it tasted like as well as his cute little arsehole now stretched around that monster dildo. After a few minutes, he stopped stroking. “It’s no good. I can’t finish. I guess cumming three times in a day is just too much at my age. Not 22 anymore.” He kind of dejectedly pulled the dildo out of his gaping arse.

“No, let’s be professional about this. We need to get all of the shots we planned for.” I protested, to be honest, I felt cheated. I was so turned on, and I just wanted to see him cum one more time.

“Maybe some porn?” I suggested

“No I’ve watched so much it doesn’t help anymore.” He sighed.

“Any other ideas ?” I asked.

“Well you could help me” he almost pleaded.

“I’m straight” I protested, “I can’t touch another man.”

“But I’ve seen that erection in your pants the whole day. I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was err.. I am enjoying myself, but I’m straight.”

“OK if you don’t want to have sex…”

“Have sex?” I protested. The words horrified me, but my cock just got harder “With a man? No.”

“.. If you don’t want to have sex, or touch me sexually, it would help to turn me on if you showed some solidarity and took something off.”

“Like what?” I enquired.

“It’d help me if you took off your trousers ?”

I was so horny by now, and I would have done anything to see that beautiful cock squirt once again.

“OK but nothing else!!”

I took off my trousers and stood there in my T-shirt and underwear.

The client looked at the wet stains on my underpants. “Wow, you were more excited than I thought!! Anyway, lube up the cock and put it back in and let’s try again.” flipping over onto all fours once again, I could see his lovely cock hanging down and that pristine arsehole just waiting to be licked. I pushed the cock in once more, it was easier this time. He rolled over onto his back, pulled his knees to his chest and started stroking on his cock. I got into position between his legs and above him and started taking photos again. I could feel his bare arse against my bare legs. My cock rose to the umpteenth unfulfilled erection of the day, and with just my boxers on, it was much more obvious than it had been earlier. After three or four minutes, he stopped again. “It’s still not working for me. Still can’t touch it ?” he begged.

“No,” I said

“That erection of yours looks spectacular under those boxers, maybe if I could just see it. It wouldn’t make you gay. You’d just be showing me on a professional basis to get the shot.” the client implored.

“Oh OK, but I’m not kneeling on the bed between your legs, like that. Scootch down a bit, and I’ll do the shots standing up, over you at the end of the bed.” I agreed.

I’ve never felt so scared or excited as I pulled off those boxers. My cock stood rock hard in front of me as I gazed at my client a huge dildo in his arse and massive erection in his hand. He leaned up on one elbow to look at me. “My god you are ready,” he exclaimed

I blushed, but it felt so good and wrong at the same time having a man gazing on my rock hard penis. I’d never been attracted to men, how was this happening? I was so aroused !!

He started to stroke again. A few strokes in, he reached over for the lube and smothered it all over his dick, then carried on long lazy strokes, not really what I would have expected from someone who wanted to come for a photo but I didn’t care. The camera hadn’t been used in ten minutes by this time.

“Damn it. I still can’t come,” the client complained.

“Is there anything else I can do, that doesn’t involve me touching you?” I enquired.

“I’m thinking of giving up I’m getting tired now.” He said removing the dildo.

” No, don’t give up !’ Blurted out amazed at how desperate I sounded.

“OK, so no touching, yeah?”

I nodded

“Can you bend over and show me your arsehole?” he asked pensively.

Without much thought, I did as instructed.

“Ooh, that’s hot. Is it just actively touching me that’s a problem for you?”

“Yeah, that’s it really” I answered, trying to hide the fact that I wanted so bad to taste both that cute little butthole and that beautiful cock.

“So it’s OK if I rub my cock around that beautiful arsehole of yours then? Or lick it?”

“I suppose so.” I gasped

“So just come to the edge of the bed stand facing the window, bend over a little I’m going to lick your arse and then just rub the tip of my cock against your hole. You’re not doing anything, right?”

“Right” I nodded. My heart was racing at this point.

“It’s just professional your not actively participating. I’m the gay one doing it to you.”

“Yes, yes” I answered, breathing heavily.

I walked over to the bed, turned towards the window and bent forward a little. I felt his hands part my arse cheeks. I wanted this so bad. Then I felt his beard rub against the insides of my bum cheeks and his tongue lapping against my hole. It felt so good as his tongue probed my virgin arse, licking the length of my crack before pushing his tongue as deep into the hole as it would go. I gasped with pleasure moving my arse back onto his face to get his tongue as deep in me as it would go.

“Now I’m going to rub the end of my cock around your hole.”

“OK,” again gasping with anticipation.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood between his legs. I was facing away. Again I felt my arse cheeks parted and the lubed-up tip of his dick was pushed against my virgin arsehole. Oh my god so hot so wrong. I nearly came as he rubbed the end against my arsehole in a circular motion.

“That’s feels really good” he whispered in my ear “I’ll be able to cum soon.”

I shuddered and wished he’d cum against my arse so I could feel it squirt against my arsehole. He took it away.

“Why?” I blurted out.

“Look, don’t worry, there’s another thing that gets me going. Can I show you?”

“Yes, yes.” any sense of hesitation or reluctance was now absent.

He leads me to the bathroom. He’d replaced the head of the shower with a special attachment. “Ever tried this?” He asked

“No,” I nodded meekly. I’d just come to the realisation that I was going to do everything he said from now on.

“OK so bend over.”

I complied. I felt a finger gently inserted into my arsehole, and then the cold metal tip was glided in through my sphincter. I took a deep breath, and I felt the water fill my bowel. The nozzle was removed. “Let it out in the toilet,” he ordered me. I sat down, and the water gushed out of my arse. This first load was brown and chunky. “OK,” he said, spraying the air freshener “we need to flush and do that again!!” He wiped my arse lovingly with a tissue, and I bent over again to take the enema up my arse. This time he filled me up so much I could hardly hold it in. I sat on the toilet and let it out. Clean as a whistle this time. The client stood over me as I sat on the toilet his dick level with my face. I wanted to taste it so much. He must have seen me staring, so he asked. “Can you open your mouth so I can put my dick inside?” I didn’t even nod. I just opened wide. His dick tasted so delicious, continuing the pretence that I wasn’t doing the gay shit, only he was, I just sat there and let him slowly stroke his dick in and out of my mouth. Slowly I began to forget myself, flicking my tongue around the tip of his dick, licking the length of his shaft and eventually taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them. The taste of pre-cum was delicious. It felt so dirty sucking as much as I could from the tip of his dick. All of a sudden, it was taken away. I felt cheated I’d wanted to taste his cum and feel him shoot it in my mouth.

“Let get back to what we started.”

We headed back to the bedroom and repositioned ourselves as before. The client lubed his dick once more. I backed up and he pushed his dick against my arsehole.

“Please fuck me now,” I begged.

I felt his cock head against my hole. This time he was pushing harder. It felt like an apple was being pushed into my arse hole. The tip partially penetrated me but was stopped by my sphincter. “Shit on me”, he ordered. “nothing can come out now, and it’ll open your hole so I can get inside.” I did as suggested, and his cock head popped through my cherry. I almost fainted with the pain. Then he began to fuck me. Long slow, painful strokes at first. But soon the pain subsided and was replaced with intense pleasure as I’d never felt before. I wanted to shit piss and cum all at the same time. For some reason, my dick was now limp, but at the exact moment, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I felt the most intense orgasm of my life building in my loins. I came hard shooting spunk through my limp dick onto the carpet. My bowels clamped down hard on the client’s dick, and he thrust deep within me, dumping a load into my bowels. I could feel his orgasm ripple through his dick as it pumped his semen into my arse.

“Wow, you were great,” the client congratulated me. “Do you feel like you can go again?” Strangely I did. “OK, let’s get that shirt off you?”. I took off my t-shirt, and he started to lick and suck my nipples. I’d never experienced this before, and my dick stood to attention immediately. The client kissed me deeply on the lips. I kissed him back with my tongue. Yeah, it was gay, but I didn’t care. Gay sex was great. Then he started to work his way down my chest, kissing and licking my skin as he went. Down to my cock, which he took deep into his mouth. We shuffled into a 69 position, and I sucked on his beautiful cock one more time, before sucking his balls and burying my head between his butt cheeks so I could lick that cute arsehole at last. He groaned as I buried my tongue as far as I could into his hole.

We both came up for air. “The money shot, we still need the money shot” he reminded me. I went to get the dildo, but he said we didn’t need it. I grabbed my camera he laid on his back as we’d done before but this time. I positioned my dick at his arse hole, and he put his feet on my shoulders. Slowly I pushed my cock into that neat little flower. “Fuck me” he ordered.

The sight beneath me was breathtaking. I looked down to see my client’s arsehole filled with my cock, just above lay those delicious balls and above those sat his erect penis, which he was masturbating for all he was worth. I took a picture and began pounding his arsehole. I fucked him as hard as I could until he moaned, I’m cumming. This time I got the shot perfectly by pulling my dick halfway out and holding the camera way up I managed to get the penetration, his cum face and the streams of semen pouring over his chest. I pulled my dick out and quickly lapped up the warm semen from his belly. Well if you’re going to indulge in gay sex, you must taste cum. I then returned my dick to his arse and fucked my self to orgasm. Dropping a load deep into his bowels.

Afterwards, we lay on the bed, catching our breath.

“You planned the sex?” I asked

“Yep”

“How did you know I’d go along?”

“No human being gay or straight can be in the number of sexual situations I put you in today without getting horny. Don’t be hard on yourself. Just because you enjoy gay sex acts doesn’t necessarily mean you’re gay.”

“And your inability to cum for so long?”

“Can come ten times a day if I need to. That was just to let the plan unfold.”

“All that work to fuck a chubby old man when you could fuck anyone you wanted.”

“I’m a porn star. I fuck beautiful people all day for money, but its just work. I need something away from the norm for my sexual pleasure. Turning straight guys is what get me off, especially those who were brought up in an age when gay sex was taboo. Are you mad?”

“No, it was great. I definitely want to do it again.”

“Give me ten minutes……..”