I nod at his camera, and he obeys the unspoken command and picks it up. However, he doesn’t put it to his eye. Instead, he watches the lazy movement of my hand as if hypnotised. It does wonders for my self-confidence, but I gesture at his camera. I’mfinding that I quite like being bossy as long as I know he’ll take over in the end.
He sets the camera to his eye, and I hear the now familiar sound of the shutter. I’ve managed to avoid doing nude photos since that time at school when it got me expelled, but that had just been a way of making another boy like me. This is far from that. For a start, I know Reuben likes me regardless of his grumbling, and because I know it’s safe, it’s actually really fucking sexy.
My cock is fully hard now, and I look into the tiny black lens of his camera. Then I raise my hand and spit into my palm.
“Fuck,” he breaths, pausing for a second and then clicking away frantically as I lower my hand and fist my cock. I run my fingers up and down lightly and then grip it more firmly. My eyes slide closed at the bolt of pleasure that runs down my spine.
“Look at me, please.” My eyes spring open at the quiet command. “That’s better,” he says. “I want to see those pretty eyes of yours.”
He clicks away, and I widen my legs, raising them and resting my feet on the mattress. I cup my balls with one hand while still jerking off with the other. I’m trying to keep my eyes open and largely managing it. Besides, he’s far too interesting to not observe.
His face is flushed, his mouth a little slack as he kneels between my legs, the camera pointing down at me. He makes a small sound of disappointment when I let go of my cock. “What are you doing?”
“I’m finding this rather uncomfortable.” He immediately lowers the camera, and I realise that it didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. “I mean, I foresee a potential visual problem for me.”
“You want to stop?”
I wave my hand at my cock bobbing against my stomach. “Does thislooklike I want to stop?”
He smiles. “So, what’s up? I don’t usually have these problems with my other models.”
“Do you do this witheveryone?”
He starts to laugh. “No, of course I fucking don’t. I’m a war photographer. My subjects are usually running far too fast to get their kit off.”
I grin at him, appeased, and tuck away my outrage. “Well, I don’t think I could run with this erection anyway.”
“It would be rather difficult,” he says wryly. “So, what is your problem?”
“Ah, I’m naked, and you’re not. Doesn’t seem fair to me.”
“And we all know what an arbiter of equity and even-handedness you are.”
“I think I might be offended if I understood all of those long words. So, to make me feel better, I think you should get naked too.”
His eyes flare as hot as the sun. “And you’d like that?”
I nod, widening my legs in an obscene sprawl. His gaze drops down to my balls, and his fingers twitch as if he wants to touch. He sets his camera neatly down on the table.
“Well, you know how I live to see you happy. Okay,” he says.
“Really?”
He checks in the act of taking off his shirt. “Isn’t that what you want?”
I shrug. “Well, I thought you might be a little stuffy.” His eyes narrow. “I mean, I thought you might be a bit sensible about things.”
“You might have used two words, but you meant them the same way.”
“What are you? A walking thesaurus?” I kick his knee gently. “Come on. Get your clothes off.”
I watch eagerly as he stands up and strips off his clothing. I keep a tight hold on my dick. I’m already closer to coming than I’d like to be, and I want to make it last. It’s really hot to have his whole attention, and it’s going to my head like a litre of scrumpy cider.
He climbs back on the bed, and I admire his long body, those wide shoulders and his tight abs. His hair is ruffled, falling over his forehead and giving him a boyish appearance. He settles at the end of the bed with a direct view between my legs. He nods at my hand that’s gone slack around myself. “Shall we get on?” His casual tone is slightly let down by the erection he’s sporting.
“You sweet-talking devil, you.”
He chuckles, but it dies as I fist my cock. This time I don’t tease. I adjust my grip until it’s tight the way I prefer, with my hand rubbing over the head of my cock before shuttling down its length. With my other hand, I play with my balls, squeezing them gently. It makes my belly feel squirmy, and I wriggle, arching into my grip. I’m dimly aware of the camera clicking, but my attention has shifted to my need to come.
