“Do you think we could do some ass shots outside,” he asked. “It would be in the yard. Kind of a nature shot.”
This was a promising development. Up til now he’d let his natural shyness overcome his tendency to be a bit of an exhibitionist. Perhaps lately the constant exposure to the beach and surfer boys during this hot summer made him feel more and more comfortable with fewer and fewer clothes. Only yesterday, he’d put on his new bathing suit, which despite being loose fitting on his slender frame managed to both display and disguise his rather prominent package. The suit seemed to grip his cock and push it outward, its shape nicely outlined by the cloth. Even the head was obvious.
“Do you think this suit makes my cock look too big?” he asked slyly
“No, of course not,” I lied. “You look mahvelous.”
The ass shot was for his online profile, which up til now had only featured face pics. They were accurate enough---hinting at the inner amusement and guarded mystery of his personality. But they didn’t show the goods, and he knew that he’d have to show them off. No---he wanted to show them off. But in a tasteful yet hot way. He said, “I was thinking just shots of my butt, but I don’t know. I probably ought to put up some cock pics because that’s what everyone wants.”
Hence the nature shots in the backyard of the beach house. I suggested some different spots in the yard. I could tell the whole thing rather excited him---just the idea of being naked in the yard. He got out the camera, showed me how to use it, and then went out in the yard in just his boxers. “Do you think the neighbors can see?” he asked. I assured him they can’t. I don’t really know that, but I didn’t want him to lose his nerve. And besides, I think it made him all the more excited if he thought maybe they could
“Stand over there, under the tree,” I say.
“Turn around.”
He does
“Drop your shorts.” I think, this is starting to remind me of physicals for sports in high school.
He slides the boxers just below his knees. His firm white cheeks are exposed in the sunlight
“All the way off.”
“No, this is good enough,” he says
“No they’ve got to be all the way off. You have to be naked.”
He sighs and takes them off with a show of reluctance
“Turn your head to the right, and then to the left so I can get profile shots.”
He does. I take several pictures of his face and back and ass. He's quite beautiful
By now I am getting into it. “Spread your legs and lean forward slightly so we can see the goods.”
He does, without complaint
His nuts are visible hanging below his ass crack. Just as I remembered them—smooth, ripe fruit
I take about six or seven shots, and then he says, “Ok, that’s enough.” And still facing away he puts his boxers back on
He turns around. His boxers are tenting dramatically
“That gave me a hard on,” he says with a sheepish grin
“I guess it did,” I say
He makes a half-hearted attempt to shield his bulging shorts from me, but quickly gives up. He’s standing there in his shorts with one massive boner pushing the fabric out and up to his left
“Let’s see it,” I say
He hesitates, but I can tell he’s going to do it. He pulls the waistband below his nuts, and his cock springs up and slaps his belly.
“Hoo-wee,” I say. “I do believe you have a boner.”
He smiles and lifts an eyebrow slightly. He pulls up his shorts
“Let’s do some cock shots,” I say
“No, it’s too weird,” he says unconvincingly
“Come on,” I say. “You told me you want to. I’ve seen it before. Up close. Way up close. Remember?” He grins again
“Let’s do it over on the other deck under the wisteria arbor. It’s shaded and cooler over there, and the light will be good.”
His boner was getting the better of him, because he just goes over to the deck as directed
It was good to get out of the sun. The wisteria vine in the arbor created a dappled effect on a teak bench below it, and a hummingbird and a couple of bees flitted in and out among the flowers nearby.
“Let’s do some shots with your shorts on, then some with you sitting on the bench, and then just some cock shots while you’re on the bench.”
“Don’t you think anyone can see?”
“No just do it.”
He walks over toward the bench, and as he does I shoot pictures of him in his boxers from behind. I love his ass
“Ok, now take them off and sit down.”
He does.
He is splayed on the teak bench with his legs apart and his arms on the back of the bench. He has a massive hard-on---one that looks especially large on his slender build. It’s tilting sharply upward and to his left, and it has a real heft to it. Probably eight inches, and thick. It’s pulsating slightly and is away from his body---giving it the look of something active and with a life of its own, something he can’t, or doesn’t want to, control. His balls are substantial too--- each the size of smooth walnuts---and his sac holds them just above the slats on the bench seat. The left nut hangs well below the right. They look suspended as if caught only by his sheer will power from hitting the bench
“My god, Jamie, your cock is enormous. That’s an awesome hard-on you have.”
He seems pleased. “I don’t see why you sound so surprised. You’ve seen it before.” He has a sly grin, and raises an eyebrow
“Not lately, I haven’t. It seems so much larger than I remember. Maybe it grew some.”
This comment seems to make his cock spring even more
“You calling my cock gruesome?” He sticks out his tongue
I take pics as we’re talking. He doesn’t touch his cock or his balls---just shifts his ass a bit in the seat while his cock boings around
“Spread your legs more,” I say, “so we can see your nuts better.”
“My nuts butter?” he asks
“Heh. Yeah, that too.”
He spreads his legs. He somewhat reluctantly is enjoying the exhibitionist in himself. So am I
“Touch your cock, Jamie, so it looks like you’re about to jack off.”
“No. Why?”
“Cuz it’s hot. And besides, your hand will show how big your cock really is.”
He does it. “This is making me horny,” he says
“Oh really?”
I have an idea. “Now let’s get some ass shots on the bench. Turn around and spread your cheeks, and I’ll get below you so we can get some shots of those big nuts of yours from behind.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“Why.”
“Guys will lap it up. So to speak.”
He shakes his head, but obeys. I get down on the floor of the deck with the camera and am pointing it up at his tight ass, with his nuts dangling below his giant erection. He looks…delicious
I’ve only taken one picture in this pose, and just as I push the shutter again I feel a sharp hot needle in my hand, and then one in my thigh, and then another. I suddenly realize I am being attacked by hornets, and I scramble away on all fours. The insects are making a classic bee-line right at me and are stinging me one after another
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I yelp, “Bees, Jamie, bees! Get inside, NOW.”
Quickly he gets up and scampers away with me. We bolt toward the door 30 feet away across the yard---me fully clothed and him completely naked, still sporting a boner. For a fleeting moment, even then---pursued by a swarm of hornets---I’m thinking about his cock. The bees might be going for it, I think, and it’ll double in size. But no, it’s just his regular hard-on, though perhaps further engorged by the excitement
We dive through the door and into the house, slamming the screen shut to keep out the hornets. Inside, we go to the kitchen and I say, “get ice, get ice, quickly, it’ll stop the swelling and the pain.”
“They get you?” I ask as I pull out the ice
“Yes, on my back. Wow it hurts.”
“Turn around—let me see.”
There are two large bright red welts on his back---one near the shoulder blade, and one near the small of his back. They are surrounded by a half-dollar sized white swollen area. I press ice cubes on each one, making rivulets of water run down to his ass crack. His heart is pounding, and so is mine. I think to myself this would be very hot if our stings weren’t hurting so much
After a while, we count our stings---I have four and he has two---and figure out what happened. It’s over and we’re beginning to calm down
His hard-on hasn’t though.
“They didn’t get your cock did they?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he says
“I’d better check,” I say. “Let me see.”
“No, you can’t look. They didn’t get it.”
“Come on, Jamie, I was just taking pictures of your boner and now you’re getting all shy again. Besides, what if they did get it?”
That did it
He turns around. There it is in full flag, still twitching---maybe even more than before. He presents his cock to me, and lets me grasp it as I inspect it for stings. I take my time, and am very thorough. He sucks in his breath and smiles.
“Your balls too,” I say. “You wouldn’t want to look like you have elephantiasis.”
“They didn’t get my balls. I’d know.”
He lets me feel them anyway. They’re heavy and swollen looking, but not from the stings. I give them a gentle squeeze and a tug, and release him
“How’s it look, Doc?” he says.
“Just fine,” I say, “just fine.”
This was a promising development. Up til now he’d let his natural shyness overcome his tendency to be a bit of an exhibitionist. Perhaps lately the constant exposure to the beach and surfer boys during this hot summer made him feel more and more comfortable with fewer and fewer clothes. Only yesterday, he’d put on his new bathing suit, which despite being loose fitting on his slender frame managed to both display and disguise his rather prominent package. The suit seemed to grip his cock and push it outward, its shape nicely outlined by the cloth. Even the head was obvious.
“Do you think this suit makes my cock look too big?” he asked slyly
“No, of course not,” I lied. “You look mahvelous.”
The ass shot was for his online profile, which up til now had only featured face pics. They were accurate enough---hinting at the inner amusement and guarded mystery of his personality. But they didn’t show the goods, and he knew that he’d have to show them off. No---he wanted to show them off. But in a tasteful yet hot way. He said, “I was thinking just shots of my butt, but I don’t know. I probably ought to put up some cock pics because that’s what everyone wants.”
Hence the nature shots in the backyard of the beach house. I suggested some different spots in the yard. I could tell the whole thing rather excited him---just the idea of being naked in the yard. He got out the camera, showed me how to use it, and then went out in the yard in just his boxers. “Do you think the neighbors can see?” he asked. I assured him they can’t. I don’t really know that, but I didn’t want him to lose his nerve. And besides, I think it made him all the more excited if he thought maybe they could
“Stand over there, under the tree,” I say.
“Turn around.”
He does
“Drop your shorts.” I think, this is starting to remind me of physicals for sports in high school.
He slides the boxers just below his knees. His firm white cheeks are exposed in the sunlight
“All the way off.”
“No, this is good enough,” he says
“No they’ve got to be all the way off. You have to be naked.”
He sighs and takes them off with a show of reluctance
“Turn your head to the right, and then to the left so I can get profile shots.”
He does. I take several pictures of his face and back and ass. He's quite beautiful
By now I am getting into it. “Spread your legs and lean forward slightly so we can see the goods.”
He does, without complaint
His nuts are visible hanging below his ass crack. Just as I remembered them—smooth, ripe fruit
I take about six or seven shots, and then he says, “Ok, that’s enough.” And still facing away he puts his boxers back on
He turns around. His boxers are tenting dramatically
“That gave me a hard on,” he says with a sheepish grin
“I guess it did,” I say
He makes a half-hearted attempt to shield his bulging shorts from me, but quickly gives up. He’s standing there in his shorts with one massive boner pushing the fabric out and up to his left
“Let’s see it,” I say
He hesitates, but I can tell he’s going to do it. He pulls the waistband below his nuts, and his cock springs up and slaps his belly.
“Hoo-wee,” I say. “I do believe you have a boner.”
He smiles and lifts an eyebrow slightly. He pulls up his shorts
“Let’s do some cock shots,” I say
“No, it’s too weird,” he says unconvincingly
“Come on,” I say. “You told me you want to. I’ve seen it before. Up close. Way up close. Remember?” He grins again
“Let’s do it over on the other deck under the wisteria arbor. It’s shaded and cooler over there, and the light will be good.”
His boner was getting the better of him, because he just goes over to the deck as directed
It was good to get out of the sun. The wisteria vine in the arbor created a dappled effect on a teak bench below it, and a hummingbird and a couple of bees flitted in and out among the flowers nearby.
“Let’s do some shots with your shorts on, then some with you sitting on the bench, and then just some cock shots while you’re on the bench.”
“Don’t you think anyone can see?”
“No just do it.”
He walks over toward the bench, and as he does I shoot pictures of him in his boxers from behind. I love his ass
“Ok, now take them off and sit down.”
He does.
He is splayed on the teak bench with his legs apart and his arms on the back of the bench. He has a massive hard-on---one that looks especially large on his slender build. It’s tilting sharply upward and to his left, and it has a real heft to it. Probably eight inches, and thick. It’s pulsating slightly and is away from his body---giving it the look of something active and with a life of its own, something he can’t, or doesn’t want to, control. His balls are substantial too--- each the size of smooth walnuts---and his sac holds them just above the slats on the bench seat. The left nut hangs well below the right. They look suspended as if caught only by his sheer will power from hitting the bench
“My god, Jamie, your cock is enormous. That’s an awesome hard-on you have.”
He seems pleased. “I don’t see why you sound so surprised. You’ve seen it before.” He has a sly grin, and raises an eyebrow
“Not lately, I haven’t. It seems so much larger than I remember. Maybe it grew some.”
This comment seems to make his cock spring even more
“You calling my cock gruesome?” He sticks out his tongue
I take pics as we’re talking. He doesn’t touch his cock or his balls---just shifts his ass a bit in the seat while his cock boings around
“Spread your legs more,” I say, “so we can see your nuts better.”
“My nuts butter?” he asks
“Heh. Yeah, that too.”
He spreads his legs. He somewhat reluctantly is enjoying the exhibitionist in himself. So am I
“Touch your cock, Jamie, so it looks like you’re about to jack off.”
“No. Why?”
“Cuz it’s hot. And besides, your hand will show how big your cock really is.”
He does it. “This is making me horny,” he says
“Oh really?”
I have an idea. “Now let’s get some ass shots on the bench. Turn around and spread your cheeks, and I’ll get below you so we can get some shots of those big nuts of yours from behind.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“Why.”
“Guys will lap it up. So to speak.”
He shakes his head, but obeys. I get down on the floor of the deck with the camera and am pointing it up at his tight ass, with his nuts dangling below his giant erection. He looks…delicious
I’ve only taken one picture in this pose, and just as I push the shutter again I feel a sharp hot needle in my hand, and then one in my thigh, and then another. I suddenly realize I am being attacked by hornets, and I scramble away on all fours. The insects are making a classic bee-line right at me and are stinging me one after another
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I yelp, “Bees, Jamie, bees! Get inside, NOW.”
Quickly he gets up and scampers away with me. We bolt toward the door 30 feet away across the yard---me fully clothed and him completely naked, still sporting a boner. For a fleeting moment, even then---pursued by a swarm of hornets---I’m thinking about his cock. The bees might be going for it, I think, and it’ll double in size. But no, it’s just his regular hard-on, though perhaps further engorged by the excitement
We dive through the door and into the house, slamming the screen shut to keep out the hornets. Inside, we go to the kitchen and I say, “get ice, get ice, quickly, it’ll stop the swelling and the pain.”
“They get you?” I ask as I pull out the ice
“Yes, on my back. Wow it hurts.”
“Turn around—let me see.”
There are two large bright red welts on his back---one near the shoulder blade, and one near the small of his back. They are surrounded by a half-dollar sized white swollen area. I press ice cubes on each one, making rivulets of water run down to his ass crack. His heart is pounding, and so is mine. I think to myself this would be very hot if our stings weren’t hurting so much
After a while, we count our stings---I have four and he has two---and figure out what happened. It’s over and we’re beginning to calm down
His hard-on hasn’t though.
“They didn’t get your cock did they?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he says
“I’d better check,” I say. “Let me see.”
“No, you can’t look. They didn’t get it.”
“Come on, Jamie, I was just taking pictures of your boner and now you’re getting all shy again. Besides, what if they did get it?”
That did it
He turns around. There it is in full flag, still twitching---maybe even more than before. He presents his cock to me, and lets me grasp it as I inspect it for stings. I take my time, and am very thorough. He sucks in his breath and smiles.
“Your balls too,” I say. “You wouldn’t want to look like you have elephantiasis.”
“They didn’t get my balls. I’d know.”
He lets me feel them anyway. They’re heavy and swollen looking, but not from the stings. I give them a gentle squeeze and a tug, and release him
“How’s it look, Doc?” he says.
“Just fine,” I say, “just fine.”
