Session Fifty-Two
Christmas Day, aside from its ability to magnify everyday joys and sorrows, loves and disappointments, culinary and fashion triumphs and disasters, was notable for two things.
At about 1:25 AM, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Ahearn were leaving St. Philip Neri Church. It was the first time in years that none of their children had accompanied them to Midnight Mass. The town was quiet as they wished their friends a merry holiday and walked down Van Buren to their car.
Arthur helped Ellen into the car and admired her perfume. He was feeling a little frisky and hoped Ellen wasn't too tired for a private celebration before the avalanche of kids and grandkids showed up later in the day. Ellen grinned her special grin, indicating she wasn't tired at all.
On their way home, they detoured down High Street to Otis and then to Shoreline in order to look across the Bay to the lights of the big neighboring city. The Bay Bridge, with charms all its own, sparkled with the lights of its cable swags shining on the water. The sight never got old. Arthur reached for Ellen's hand. And then ka-THUMP, ka-THUMP. The car rolled slowly over an object in the road.
“Art, stop the car,” Ellen needlessly demanded. They both got out. Ellen screamed and Arthur quickly embraced her and turned her away from the sight. He dialed 911 and reported hitting and driving over a body in the road.
About an hour later, the desk sergeant woke Tim, something both were used to, to relay the report. “On scene officers ID-ed the victim as Theodore Dorrance of Alameda. There were three bullet holes in his chest. It looks like the Ahearns drove over a corpse. Merry fucking Christmas, huh?”
At about one that afternoon, Alex borrowed his mother's SUV and drove north. It was step one in photographing the world's most perfect ass, or at least that's what Andrew told him. He was excited and apprehensive at the same time. Thinking about it the night before gave him a huge erection that was almost painful, but he resisted dealing with it. Jacking off seemed like an activity to avoid the night before your porn debut. I'll be porn for Christmas, he parodied to himself. Unbidden erections came and went all day until he at last left the house. Now he was as erect as his clothing would allow and nothing was making it go away.
Chris, Andrew's favorite photographer, escorted Alex into a small room in the studio and talked to him about what would happen. “The idea is we have bookend shots for the book. Another guy, Gareth, will be the frontispiece and will show frontal nudity; you will be the tailpiece, showing – as you can guess - your tail. Andrew's idea is that we'll only show you as a headless torso; your identity will remain anonymous. Unless you want name credit ... we could print a credit if you want. It's up to you. Andrew thought because of your age, you might want to keep the cash and forget the credit. Ok, so far?”
Alex just nodded and wondered what to do about his erection.
“So first of all, we'll need to check your skin tones and get some light readings, ok? So … here it comes ...” Chris tried to use a friendly but professional tone. “Get naked, please, and stand against the dark mat over there.”
“Uh … I have an erection,” Alex said sounding embarrassed.
Chris was checking his meters and barely acknowledged Alex's complaint. “Really? I get those sometimes. Stand about six inches away from the dark mat. We want to get tones and reflectivity.”
Alex quickly stripped and stood where Chris wanted. The studio hadn't fully warmed up and was a little drafty. There was zero sexual component to what was happening, it was like a doctor's office. Alex watched his erection fade away, leaving just a tiny liquid reminder on the tip of his cock.
“Turn to the left, please,” Chris requested. “No, just turn from the waist – not your whole body. I want to see the musculature in your back. Now the other way … Good. Raise your arms over your head, please... Nice.” They repeated the process against an almost white mat and the medium tones of the raw concrete wall.
“I think we want to emphasize your youth. I'll take some shots against the white mat. We'll use color with low saturation. We'll get a young, masculine, and innocent look – I hope.”
While Chris was shooting a voice called, “I'm here, Chris.”
“Studio Two, Gareth,” Chris yelled back as he continued shooting. “Ok, relax, Alex. I'll do some quick prints. There's a robe to wear.”
Gareth came in before Alex got the robe fastened and admired the view. “Hi, I'm Gareth.”
“Alex,” came the reply.
Gareth stripped and put on another robe. “Chris said this is your first shoot. How's it going so far?”
“Good. I think we're almost done.”
“Don't be too sure. If this was a porn shoot you would be on your way home already, but Chris is an artist.” Gareth emphasized the word. “And you never know about artists.”
Chris returned to the studio and said, “While that batch is processing, let's get you, Gareth. The black mat, please.” In ten seconds Gareth was out of the robe and standing naked in front of the black mat, hands on his hips and pelvis thrust forward. “Alright, forget your wicked porn past,” Chris chuckled. “Stand with one knee flexed and hide most of the goods. Give us a Dying Slave pose. Turn it to the right.... Thigh forward a little more … Touch your left nipple with your right hand … More delicately … Hold it … Good... Turn it some more … Good.”
Alex watched and thought Gareth did look like the famous statue with the added sexiness of being real. As Chris moved his model around Gareth would now and then wink at Alex and then resume his pose. Alex's cock started to react. No, no, not now, Alex begged his body and his body semi-cooperated
“Try it against the medium buff screen, Gareth. Maybe we can minimize the mid-tone differences and mimic Alex's shot.” Chris was thinking outloud. Gareth pulled a face and Alex laughed. “Alex, let's reshoot you against the same background,” Chris proposed.
Gareth stepped down and picked up his robe. “Told you,” he whispered in mock conspiracy to Alex, with his hand resting reassuringly on Alex's back.
Alex's arousal wasn't complete but it was noticeable. Chris made no mention of the brief display as Alex resumed his pose facing the wall and went through Chris's suggested variations.
Gareth made no mention either, but he moved to the side where he could gauge Alex's degree of interest. That's a nice semi, he said to himself; the kid is very appealing. As Alex turned again, he thought, wow, especially his ass; I can definitely imagine fucking that. Gareth felt his own cock tingle as he watched the poses change. Where's my discipline, let's get professional here, Gareth told himself; but oh, man, I just want to take a little bite.
Chris called a break so he could process the results.
“You were right,” Alex said, quickly putting his robe back on. “Have you really done porn?'
“It's not something I'm proud of; but, yes, I have.” Alex seemed to want to know more, so Gareth continued. “A lot of it was just solo shots like this we're doing. This isn't porn, by the way. This is art. Erotic I guess, but it's art.”
Alex nodded. “I'm not sure why I said yes. Andrew was persuasive and then I kind of felt drawn in. We haven't done anything raunchy, I don't think. R-rated, you think?”
“In your case, it's R. I'm showing my dick and the rating will depend on how Chris edits it.” Gareth paused and looked Alex in the eye. “You're very hot, you know. It probably won't show in this shoot, but you could work a lot if you wanted to.”
Alex looked down and didn't answer right away, giving Gareth a chance to look him over at close range. God, he's cute; I wonder if I can talk him into …
Alex looked up. “I'm going to college in a couple weeks. An ass shot or two might be interesting to talk about, but porn … that would be different. I don't know about that.”
“Yeah, an ass shot or two … that would be a great pick-up story.”
“You think? Man, I'm dying to get picked up,” Alex laughed.
Chris returned before Gareth could pursue his opening. “Look at these. I think we have a winner or two or three here. I manipulated the color levels so you two almost match. I was wondering if you two guys would mind a couple poses together … extra pay of course. I was thinking we could pose you in the shape of letters for Chapter headers. Silhouettes, solid color outlines, no details.”
“You know me, Chris. I'm always willing,” Gareth said.
Alex was more reluctant but Chris pushed hard. “Your face won't show. I promise. Just try it. It may not work out anyway – and I'll still pay you extra.”
Alex was jumpy every time Gareth made any physical contact. Chris provided direction. “We're trying to form a letter A here. Put your palms together and lead your heads in. Keep your body straight. Don't worry about your erection, Alex, we'll edit it out.” Finally Chris said, “Fuck. This isn't gonna work.”
“Give us a minute, ok, Chris?” Chris walked out in disgust. “Alex,” Gareth continued, “I really need this job. You were doing ok and then … Can you try again?”
“Gareth, I can't help thinking this is porn and my dick keeps getting hard.”
“Lots of porn actors wish they had your problem.” Gareth's smile made Alex a little less uneasy. “For one thing, you need to know that your body is great. Every part of it. There's nothing for you to feel ashamed of or worried about. You think your dick is too small or something? It's perfect. Don't worry about it.”
Alex wrung his hands nervously. “I just can't seem to get over my embarrassment. I know it's not sex but it seems like sex and ...”
“Ok, here's a trick. Stand up and put your arms around me.” Alex started to protest, but Gareth said, “Just give me a bro' hug.”
Alex gave him the standard two-second straight guy hug and tried to pull away, but Gareth held on and wouldn't let go.
“Just keep hugging. You feel embarrassed?”
“Hell, yes,” Alex said defensively. “We're naked.”
“Good. Keep hugging. Go ahead and blush. Are you surviving?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” Gareth held on keeping their bodies in contact until he felt some relaxation in Alex. “Keep hugging. Where are you going to school?”
“S-stanford,” Alex answered.
“Cool,” Gareth said. He relaxed and then resumed his grip on Alex. “Figured out a major yet?”
“No, but I kind of like math,” Alex said. “The first year is mostly mandatory courses.” Alex relaxed a little more.
“Ok, face it. We are standing here, face to face, dick to dick, with our arms around each other,” Gareth stated.
“Yeah, we sure are,” Alex said with a hint of humor.
“If I relax my hold, are you gonna go running and screaming into the street?”
“No,” Alex said, with a chuckle.
“Ok, next step, don't just hug me, feel me … feel my movements, how I'm put together, get to know my body like it's yours. Nothing is off limits.” Alex was tentative, but Gareth was affectionate, gently caressing Alex. “Feel my ass,” Gareth suggested and Alex sort of patted his ass. “No, like this.” Gareth cupped Alex's cheeks and squeezed. “Pull me tight against you.” Gareth ground their cocks together. “Is your dick still hard?” he asked. Alex just gasped. “Mine, too, ok with that?” Another gasp from Alex and Gareth relaxed his hug.
“You still ok?” Gareth asked. “Everything in working order? No heart attack? Fainting?”
Alex giggled and Gareth kissed him briefly; he felt Alex respond. “Good. Want to try the poses again?”
Chris posed them into the letters A, V, I, H, and K easily. F was harder and caused Alex to comment, “I'm getting a hardon again.” Gareth's me-too relaxed him.
“I guess we could do X, but I don't know how we'd use the image,” Chris said, ending the session. “Great, guys. You want to look at a few of these?”
They looked at the images, which developed as totally black and white images of letters. If you looked you could tell they were formed by naked men, but there was no detail, no porn. “The fact you guys are touching in intimate ways is all the eroticism we need, I think. Details unnecessary,” Chris shut down his equipment and the models dressed.
“You said you were dying to get picked up.” Gareth restated Alex's earlier comment. He embraced the fully clothed Alex and lifted him off the floor. “Is that enough or do you want more?”
“More,” was the one word answer.
“Wild sex?” Gareth asked.
“At last!” Alex smiled.
In a few minutes Mom's SUV was on its way to Gareth's apartment. “You said nothing was off limits. Is that still good?” Alex asked. Without waiting he reached across the center console and squeezed Gareth's cock gently. Gareth did more than approve. He moved closer to the center of the vehicle and unfastened his pants. Alex soon had Gareth's cock out in the open and was stroking it. “Wow!” he said. “I can't believe I'm doing this!”
“Go easy,” Gareth said. “I don't want to come too soon. It feels good, though, really good. You have a nice touch.”
They stopped at a red light. On Christmas Day in an industrial area there was no one else on the road. While they waited, Alex used both hands, one to continue stroking and one to play with Gareth's balls. Gareth looked into Alex's eyes and thought, man he's so cute; and then he watched Alex bend forward slightly.
“Is this ok?” Alex asked, his intention obvious.
“Yeah,” Gareth answered watching Alex continue to bend toward his erect cock. He felt the warmth engulf him and lost it. His gasp made Alex feel he had done something wrong and he pulled up alarmed, looking first at Gareth's face, then at his cock as it erupted. The semen shot into the air almost in slow motion, hung there and then fell back onto Gareth's pants. One shot, two shots, three, and then a dribble down the side of his cock. Gareth grabbed at his cock too late for anything but the sight of the last dribble running all over his hand.
“Wow!” Alex said, “I never come that fast. You sure are sensitive. There are some tissues in the glove compartment.”
“I never come that fast either. It must have been all the stuff we were doing for Chris that got me so hot,” Gareth said, wiping himself as best he could. Jeez, he though, this kid is more than a little special. I wonder if he's as inexperienced as he said. We'll soon find out. “Turn right and park over there, Alex.”
“What are we going to do?” Alex asked as they climbed the flight of stairs to Gareth's door.
“We'll do as much as you want. We'll do it all, if you want.” Gareth's reply was enthusiastic.
“Good. Let's start with doing it all,” Alex couldn't wait either.
Man this kid's a pistol, Gareth thought. Merry Christmas, you smooth talking seducer of virgins, he congratulated himself. He was quickly out of his cum-soaked clothes and helping Alex out of his. They were back in a hug in a flash. “No embarrassment?”
“None,” Alex said. “Can I try giving you a blowjob again? I think I need some work on that.”
Gareth giggled and hurried to wash his cock off in the bathroom. The kid has me giggling, he though; damn, it's like being a teenager again. He returned and found Alex sitting on his bed, erect in anticipation. Fuckin' adorable, that's what he is, and I'm gonna tap that ass.
Sitting between Gareth's wide-spread legs, Alex leaned forward and held Gareth's cock against his lips. He licked the head tentatively and felt the cock pulse harder in his hand. Gareth only had to warn him once about teeth. Otherwise Alex loved what he was doing. He didn't deep throat, but he came close as Gareth felt the warm, confining pressure on most of his cock. “You can lick my balls, too, if you want,” he suggested and Alex didn't need to be told twice. He lifted Gareth's knees, bending him and making his balls stand out more accessibly as he kissed and sucked. Then he went back to the straining cock and sucked, Then back to the tight ball sack, prodding with his tongue. “Oh, Jeez, that's good,” Gareth sighed.
It seemed like a logical progression to Alex. Cock, to balls, to asshole. He moved lower and waited for Gareth to respond. “Yeah, go ahead, if you want; it's all yours,” Gareth said.
Total permission was the inspiration Alex needed. He gave Gareth a pretty sweet rim job, for not knowing what he was doing. He felt Gareth's cock getting wet. Gareth pulled him into a long kiss. Alex wasn't entirely comfortable thinking he must have shitty breath but Gareth didn't seem to mind.
I like the way his legs wrap around me, Alex thought, like we were made to bend this way. He felt his cock rubbing against what must be Gareth's cock. So hot! “I think we're both getting wet,” Alex told Gareth. “I better go back to sucking.”
Gareth chuckled, amazed by Alex's eagerness. Maybe, if the kid is good, I'll let him fuck me, too, Gareth thought. He better be good, though.
And Alex was. The cocksucking felt near masterful to Gareth even though he knew it wasn't. The kid's doing a thousand things wrong and I love every bit of it. “You want to go lower, again?” Gareth hinted. Alex raised his legs and bent them back. “Oh, man!” Gareth sighed as he felt Alex pushing his tongue against his asshole.
“Ok?” Alex asked, looking up to Gareth's face.
“Mmmmm,” Gareth hummed, looking at his eager pupil. “I can't get enough of you,” he told Alex.
They kissed again and Alex figured out how he could offer more. Instead of licking, he prodded Gareth's asshole with his wet cock. Pushing gently, watching Gareth's hole almost admit him. He pushed a little harder and felt the head of his cock push deeper. “Oh, baby, wait!” Gareth said. Alex pushed again, just the head of his cock was teasing Gareth and teasing Alex as well. He wanted more.
He pushed hard and plowed into the yielding warmth. “Oh! Fuck! No!” Gareth's breath hissed in and out. Alex fucked him like a jack rabbit, slowing only as his climax approached.
“Yeah, nice and slow!” Alex said taking long strokes as his tension built. Gareth had little choice but to allow the fuck to continue. “Hot fuck!” Alex almost sang like a cowboy as he came. “Sweet Ass, Nevada!” he exclaimed as he slammed into Gareth over and over. “Ow-whee!” Alex slowly came down from his peak. “Man, I can't believe what I've been missing!” If Alex had been looking at Gareth, he would have seen annoyance. “This is SO much better than jackin' off! Damn! That was one hot fuck.”
Bet your ass it was, Gareth thought; I usually get $500 a pop for this. He pushed Alex off of him and yelped as his ass was suddenly emptied of still-hard cock. Now it's my turn. It better be my turn.
And sure enough, after a little respite, Alex said yes to Gareth's suggestion that they switch places. He said more than yes, he was ready. I hope he doesn't freak out when he feels my cock, Gareth remembered other times, other places when his target had panicked at the first penetration.
Alex wanted to move around a little and stretch before they began again. “No problem,” said Gareth. “Am I going to have to run you down to fuck you?”
Alex was doing inclined pushups against a narrow ledge that served to divide the dining area from the kitchen. It was a narrow slab of stone held up by ornate wrought iron formed into a repeating floral pattern. “No chase, no lasso required,” Alex said. Then he teased, “Are you looking at my ass?” His ass was going up and down as he continued his levered exercises.
“Yeah, I am. Maybe it is the best in the world,” Gareth said. “It's going to be my Christmas present.”
“All yours,” Alex said, turning around and leaning on the ledge.
Gareth decided he could be a little seductive. Alex was being responsive and fun, after all. “I'm gonna make it as good for you as I can,” Gareth promised.
“Come here,” Alex held his arms out. “I need a little help. I'm getting embarrassed again.” Alex's look said that was no way the case. Gareth walked over to him and stood between his legs as Alex embraced him.
Gareth was smitten. This pup has got to be the hottest, sweetest, most eager kid I've ever met. He's serious boyfriend material. As he kissed Alex and their embrace continue, a doubt crept into his mind. I'm 28; the kid probably thinks I'm ancient. I can't go getting sappy over somebody I'll never see again.
Alex pulled away and looked at Gareth. “This is the best Christmas since I got my first skate board,” he told Gareth.
I'm practically falling in love and he just compared me to a skateboard. Well, it's a start, Gareth hoped.
He held Alex gently and kissed him. Assertive before, now he's soft and welcoming. This kid's gonna be a fabulous fuck. Gareth felt his cock harden. He adjusted it to rub Alex's cock. “Do you like this part? Where we're just rubbing together? It's called frottage,” Gareth explained.
“Frot me, babe!” Alex replied, enjoying himself and wanting more.
Gareth began pushing harder and his cock was wet again. The kid has me dribbling like an old man, Gareth thought. I'll tease his ass the way he teased me. “Raise your legs, ok? I want to feel your asshole.”
Alex complied and Gareth held his cock against his target. I'll just start things here, then we'll move to the bed, he planned. Alex let out a long sigh as he felt the prod. Jackpot! The kid is made for fucking!
Gareth rhythmically pressed against Alex's asshole and gradually worked himself in a little, almost the whole head of his cock was pushing inside. Damn he's tight. One more push, Gareth thought just as Alex adjusted his legs. Gareth shoved and missed. “AAAAAhhhh! What the FUCK!”
“What? What's wrong?” Alex asked in alarm.
“Ooowww!!” Gareth was in agony. Somehow his cock, instead of finally penetrating Alex, penetrated a small, tight, iron florette. Alex hopped off and looked at the divider.
“Oh my God, you're stuck in the iron. You know, the way your cock is sticking out of that wrought iron flower, it looks kind of like a hibiscus,” Alex observed.
“HIBISCUS???” Gareth groaned.
“Yes, one of those flowers with a long ...”
“I KNOW what a fucking hibiscus is, you dickhead! Oooowww! Damn! Help me!”
The pain caused a fairly rapid detumescence of the floral display and Alex pushed and prodded until Gareth's cock was cradled in its owner's hands as Gareth hobbled over to the bed. He lay, still cupping his cock, with sweat on his forehead. The pain was diminishing being replaced by a stinging sensation was developing. Gareth whimpered as Alex came from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth.
“Here, let me wipe it,” Alex offered. Gareth was unsure of the offer but took his hands away and Alex carefully wiped the shrunken penis. When he was done, he poked the at its shriveled limpness. “So ...” Alex asked, poking again at the lifeless cock, “It looks a little chewed on. You still up for fuckin' me or what?”
Gareth coughed and sputtered in helpless rage; the stinging continued, the pain returned, and his mortification was almost total. “And you're so fuckin' cute,” he croaked, close to tears of exasperation.
“Ok, then. I'll be moseying. My Mom goes wild when I'm late for dinner.”
Poor, poor, Gareth. 
The great Don Juan "professional" man, who thought he'd seduce our boy Alex into getting fucked, gets himself barebacked and then, and then, - a Hibiscus Stamen, indeed, lol.
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