Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:31:37 +0100
From: traumfotos@gmx.de
Subject: Nude Modeling for Money - Chapter One (A new series)

Hi guys,

This is the second story I am publishing on Nifty. Although it is very
similar to my first story, but not in many aspects.

Each of my stories is partly fiction and partly autobiographical. This one
is more autobiographical and than fiction.

Since I did not want to write a book, I had to make a long story into a
short one with just a few chapters and quickly get to the main storyline
that you all want to read about.

I hope you enjoy reading this new story. I should also like to thank Rob
(UK) for all his help in the preparation of this manuscript. Please email
me at: traumfotos@gmx.de , as I thrive on your feedback and I need your
reactions as further motivation for my hard work. So, the usual exceptions
and exclusions apply, and here we go ...

Moritz.


Nude Modeling for Money -- Chapter One

My car had to go into the garage for one week, so I had to take the bus for
this period. On Saturday afternoon I took the bus to a huge mall outside
the city. I was looking for a new lamp but I couldn`t find a lamp that I
liked.

It was autumn, and it was unusually cool and very windy. Now and then it
rained a little. It was not a nice day. Maybe that was the reason why only
a few customers were here today.

When I left the shop I just missed the bus back home. Damn, this meant that
I had to wait 20 minutes for the next bus. I considered going back in the
mall for a coffee when I noticed a cute guy.

He had also missed the bus and was visibly annoyed about it. He paced up
and down the bus station so I could see him from behind every time he
turned round. His jeans were a tight fit so I could admire his round butt
and his strong thighs. He seemed to have a well proportioned body. Not
extremely athletic, more slim and lean.

I couldn`t take my eyes off his strong legs. I have always had a crush on
muscular and long legs on men. He had dark blond hair. It was a bit too
long for my taste. I wondered how he would look like with shorter hair.  He
had blue eyes set on a pleasant open face.

It is a quirk of mine that I compare the appearance of people with known
actors or celebrities.

This guy look a little like the actor Ryan Carnes from the gay movie
"Eating out". He was about the same stature, but he was larger, I guess
6'1".

We were the only people at the bus station so I plucked up my courage and
spoke to him.

"Hi, my name is Moritz Marks and I am an amateur photographer. The next bus
will leave in 18 minutes, maybe I can take some pictures of you while we
are waiting. I will pay you $20."

The guy was very surprised at my direct approach and looked skeptical.
Meanwhile I pulled my wallet out of my jacket and took out a 20 dollar note
and my business card over printed with a picture I had taken.

As I said, he was both young and annoyed because he had missed his bus. The
danger of course was that he would now vent his frustration on me. I really
expected any moment to be hit on the jaw by him. However, the offer of
money always has a good affect on a young man, especially money in the
hand. This was not the first time I had adopted this approach.

"I figure it does not matter if you take my photo. What are the photos for
and what are you going do with them? I do not want them published anywhere
on a seedy website on the Internet."

Hmm, I thought, at least he had not immediately rejected my proposal. So
everything was still open for discussion.

"The law gives only you the copyright of your own image. So I can`t just
post random photos of other people on the web. I have a website on it I
only published the faces of attractive men. On my business card is the web
address and my phone number. I can only publish the photos if you agree and
sign a contract -- a declaration of consent. If you have the time and
inclination, you just come over during the next few days to my place and
have a look at the photos. You decide which photos I can show on the
website. If you don`t like any of the photos, then you don`t sign the
consent form, and then I cannot display the pictures anywhere. If you do
not come to see me, I'm just unlucky and it's as simple as that. Hey, we
don`t have time to chat like this and we must finish before the next bus
comes. So, do you want to earn $ 20 by letting me take some photos of you?"

"Okay, but I won't take off my jacket or anything else and I also won't do
any silly poses for you."

"I do not want you to do silly poses. Simply lean with your shoulder
against the stop sign. You must do as I ask you".

"Okay, but I want the money first."

I gave him the money and took my compact camera from my pocket. The young
man took the 20 dollars and my special business card and stuck it in his
pocket and leant against the stop sign.

I immediately began to take photos. The camera had a 14x zoom. So I could
take real close face shots of this cute guy without coming close to him. He
looked alternately at the camera and then around him. He probably wanted to
see if anyone approached the bus stop or was watching us.  The cars drove
past us pretty quickly not bothering about us. Clearly he wanted to be a
part of this spontaneous photo shoot but not seen by others. For my shots
that was great because I was able to observe and photograph his face from
different perspectives and with expressions.  Then I zoomed out the camera
and took full body shots. Now I was able to focus and take shots especially
of his legs, his cute round butt and his magnificent thighs. I asked him
after a minute or so, and probably after several dozen shots, to bend one
leg backwards and to rest his foot against the stop sign. He did so rather
reluctantly.

I gave him directions for more different poses. He responded quickly and
alternated his posture as I asked. I began to think he was really talented.
Unfortunately his jeans were not skin tight, but his masculine thighs
clearly showed through the denim material.  Some of the shots I took with
flash and some without. I took a lot of shots in quick succession. For some
shots, I even knelt down to be able to take shots of him from the bottom
upwards.

He looked surprised at this. I found his expression very interesting and
was glad to have some pictures of it. According to my directions, the young
man turned to the camera, sometimes to the side, ran a hand through his
hair, put his hands in his jacket pocket, then into the pockets of his
jeans and then put them back on his hip. Then he would stand with his back
to me and just turn his upper body and his face to me over his shoulder.

Due to the slight angle of his hips and with his hands deep into the
pockets of his jeans, the denim material of his jeans tightened perfectly
to accentuate excellent his butt and his powerful thighs. Then,
unfortunately for me, the bus came.

"Okay, that's it. Now no more pictures" said the cute young man. Maybe for
him it was embarrassing to be seen while being photographed by a man.
Apart from us there were no further passengers waiting to board at the bus
stop. He turned his back on me and acted as if I no longer exist.

It started to rain lightly again.

I quickly put my camera on to "no flash" mode with high sensitivity and
fast shutter. The photos are somewhat grainy, but this mode does not
produce images blurred by camera shake or the subject's movement.  I
continued to photograph, but with I think what would be unremarkable
results. Then I held the camera in my hand and turned the display screen to
enable me to see clearly where I was aiming the lens.

Now for the next shots I focused the lens entirely on his delicious round
butt, narrow hips and muscular, yet lean thighs of this sexy man. As he
clambered up to board the bus the denim material of his jeans again
tightened across his lower body. The sight of his magnificent supple virile
body was fantastic.

Because I had given him his $ 20 fee everything is okay by me. I got on the
bus myself and now stopped taking pictures.

Very fast and purposefully the young man almost fled as he disappeared
towards the rear of the bus although it was half empty with seats still
free towards the front.

Too bad, I thought, I'll probably never hear from him again.  After only
two stops he left the bus without once looking at me.  At home I looked at
the results of my spontaneous photo shoot on my PC and was amazed as the
fantastic images unfolded before my eyes. The whole situation and time
pressures were reflected in a very interesting way in the pictures. I liked
both the portraits, as well as the full-body photos and the photos of the
amazing thighs and buttocks of the man.

Somehow the whole thing made me sad. This cute young man, whose name
unfortunately I did not know, was getting more interesting to me the longer
I looked at his face. He had a charisma that was difficult to put into
words.

I had already photographed a lot of very good-looking young men. Some of
them were boring to death. You could see they were only interested in the
very latest model of mobile phone for the best possible price. Some seemed
always to work on a new plan helped to get them the latest collection of
Armani or Dolce & Gabbana for the biggest discount.  Of course it was a
cliche, the most handsome men often had little brains in their head. From
my personal experience, they were in fact often very boring types. Shopping
and chilling was their principal occupation. I had taken what photos of
them that I had wanted, I was often glad when further contact with them was
broken off.

This time it was completely different. This cute young man fascinated me
somehow. He did not look great; just average. You would not look around on
the street after him. The longer I looked into his eyes, the more I fell
under his spell.

Hmm, I mused, this was probably again going to be one of those short chance
encounters which I would remember wistfully for many years with both an
unfulfilled longing and yearningly of something that could have been, but
never happened.

A few days later I received a text message. "Agree photos are okay on your
website. But I want $20 more before u release pics"

With the SMS I now had the phone number of my "road model" and was able to
call him.

"Hey this is Moritz Marks. The amateur photographer. When you sign the
contract and I can use your pictures for my website, then I pay you the
additional $20. By the way, what's your name?" I asked him.

After a short silence, he finally replied , "David McAllister".

He had probably realized that if he signed the contract, he probably had to
disclose his name.

"Fine David, shall we meet in a cafe in the Centre or do you want to come
to my apartment and have a look at the pictures?"

"Can I come over to your apartment now and pick up the money?"

"Sure, I am at home", he had probably come to his decision quite quickly as
he seemed to be in a hurry for the money. Maybe he was just short on
cash. So I gave him my address.

Only fifteen minutes later my doorbell rang and there stood David in front
of me. He looked quite different from the last time I saw him at the bus
station. His hair was cropped short, he had a kindly smile and he wore a
pair of skin-tight jeans.

The tight jeans emphasized his legs perfectly. I must have been staring a
little too long at his legs. He had caught me for when I looked into his
face again he suddenly grinned knowingly.

Hmm, what did that smirk mean? Had he guessed now that I'm gay? Had he
perhaps wanted to be provocative by electing to wear such skin-tight jeans?
Maybe my reaction had given me away or was it once again just my
imagination?

"Come in, David, would you like to take off your jacket? There is a coat
hook over there."

He pulled his jacket off and hung it up. Clearly he was not simply going to
collect the money and disappear immediately.

In the hall hung on the walls several large photographs of young
bare-chested men.

David took one quick look at them. Again, I could see this strange grin
come across his face. Was he amused somehow by me? His strange grin
confused me.

I led him into the living room.

"Sit down over there at the table, please. I had put the contract on the
table already. Once you've read it through and agree, I would ask you to
sign it and then you get another $20. Would you like something to drink?" I
asked.

"Yes please, a Coke", he replied.

"Oh, by the way, how old are you?"

"I just turned 19", he replied.

I got from the kitchen a new bottle and two glasses. I let David open the
bottle so he knew that I was not going to spike his drink. He poured out
two glasses.

"Here in the contract it states that you can only publish on the website
pictures of my face and nothing else. I think that's okay", he said.

He signed the contract and I gave him his money. He immediately stuffed the
money into the pocket of his jeans, and I took the contract.

"On your website and here in your apartment I can only see pictures of
men. Don`t you photograph women?"

I guessed where this question was leading.

"No, I only take pictures of men", I replied.

"Are you gay then?" he asked me.

Again, he had that arrogant smirk across his face. I was amazed that after
all these years this question still made me feel uncomfortable.

"I think you already know the answer to that. Yes, I'm gay."

Almost simultaneously, we both lifted our glasses to take a drink while we
both looked searchingly into each others eyes.

"When you opened your front door to me I noticed that you were checking me
out intensely. Especially my legs you did not seem to be able to get enough
of them or my whole body for that matter."

"I think you are exaggerating a bit."

"Don`t get me wrong, David said calmly, you can stare at me and look where
ever on my body you want to look, especially at my legs given that you are
drawn to them. I don`t mind."

"Well", I said, in those very tight jeans that you are wearing today, they
can hardly be overlooked. Yes, they are very sexy."

David suddenly stood up and presented his legs, especially his thighs,
towards me. With both hands on his hips, he seductively introduced himself
to me as if he was Superman. He turned further towards me, so I could
admire his powerful, yet slim thighs in profile and from behind. His narrow
hips and his crisp round butt excited me very much, but I didn't want to
let him see my physical lust and excitement for his body.

"Since you apparently prefer the direct approach , I also want you to ask a
question , "Are you wearing these extra tight jeans especially to attract
to me? Why did you put them on to come to see me?"

He sat down again. He spread his legs this time a little wider apart than
before. The sight of his bulging manly crotch constrained by taught denim
was erotic. I must admit I was pretty excited by the sight.

"Yeah, I don't normally wear jeans as tight as these. This is actually an
old pair that are too tight and which I don't really use anymore, but today
I picked them up and found they just fitted me. I was thinking if you saw
me in these skin-tight jeans, then you might want to take some more photos
of me again and pay me another $20. I do need money urgently.  The last
time we met in the mall, I had been scouring the shops looking for a
job. They had nothing for me", answered David.

"Well, at least you're honest. Of course I would like to take more photos
of you again. Just as you're dressed now I would pay you only $ 10. The
jeans are very sexy indeed, but with that shirt on you I can't see anything
of your upper body. As you can see from the photos in my apartment all the
men had at the least nothing covering their upper bodies when I
photographed them. It is just much more sensual and erotic. " David
appeared a little downhearted at this.

"I've already got your legs in jeans last time we photographed. By the way,
the pictures turned out very well, even if you do not seem particularly
interested in them.

With each further photo shoot I usually progress the nature of poses a
model makes. I start with simple face shots, then follow with photos of the
upper body and then full body photos. This is followed by pictures without
your shirt and then only in your underwear, swimwear and sports and then
come nude photos.  Some men will not pose nude while this is not a concern
for other men. Others will later even expose their manhood for the camera,
and some are really outrageous exhibitionists who, if they have nice large
cocks, just can't wait to be photographed doing things with their fully
erect penis."

"I will not shoot nude." David said.

"I have not even asked you yet! On the other hand, what is the problem with
me taking a couple of photos with your shirt off? Even straight men have no
problems showing their muscular upper bodies in front of the camera. I
would pay you exceptionally as much as $ 30 for it as you are all in all in
my mind the great exception to the rule."

"What do you mean by that?", David replied.

"Well sometimes, not always, I do pay money to my models when they let me
take pictures of their well build bodies. However, a lot of them don't want
the money; they ask me to do it for them just as a favour as they really
enjoy it."

"Well, I am not into looking at photos of myself either fully clothed or
even half naked . For that I only have to look in the mirror", David
replied.

"I told you, you seem to be the big exception. Other men have fun posing
for me and make excellent subjects ??for my photo shoots."

"Gay men!" said David.

"No, not just gay men. I must however agree with you about the extent that
heterosexual men will rarely take their underwear off on camera. However I
have photographed naked heterosexual men purely because their girlfriends
have wanted such photos as a present."

"Aha", David replied.

"Will you take off your shirt now", I asked him.

"I suppose I must. You are taking a pretty shameless advantage of my
predicament. "

"Do you think so? You can always say no. If in the past, more often people
had said no, and accepted the short-term inconvenience, then maybe we would
have a few less problems in this world ", I said.

"Uh, before you begin to talk about politics, I had better comply with your
wish and take my shirt off. You have 20 minutes like the last time then I
want the money and I am off out of here."

"Good, but wait, don`t take of the shirt off now right away, I want to get
my camera first", I said.

"Aha, so you also want me to do a little striptease for the camera. That
must be cost extra!"

"Let's not exaggerate David, you don`t look like one of the `Chippendale'
strippers, so the fee is much lower", I said.

"And why do your eyes stare with such lust in them whilst you look at my
great legs?"

I chose not to reply to that comment by David. He was truly unique in every
aspect.  When I got my camera out of the cupboard, David was amazed by its
size.

"My God, what a giant of a lens", he said.

"This is a SLR with a highly light-sensitive lens. So you can take pictures
even in low light without flash. I hate taking pictures with flash, because
then the skin tones are not so natural. Could you please stand over by the
window where we shall have more light."

"How much was the camera", David asked me.

"Frankly, the lens is almost twice as expensive as the camera. The lens
cost me $ 2.400", I replied.

"That's a lot of money. Okay, now the clock is ticking", said David, who
apparently had to necessarily have the last word.

I placed myself so that the daylight fell obliquely from the outside window
on to David.

Only when the light hits at an angle on to a subject do you get him in the
right perspective. The graphic representation is better.  Then I placed a
large silver-coated reflector on the window side facing away from David.

"What`s that for", David asked.

"Like this, light is reflected back from the window at you. The shadow
parts will be brightened by the reflected light."

"Well, maybe you do only bring men to undress and pose in front of you and
take pornographic pictures, but also, maybe, you are a good and ambitious
photographer."

What should I say about that? Instead, I started to take pictures.

I photographed David at a slight angle from the ground level upwards. Thus,
his legs came into perfect sight. As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he had
that grin on his face again. This time I found it not unpleasant, but very
sexy.

When he had his shirt unbuttoned I instructed him not to take it off right
away. His shirt was now very much open at the front exposing his chest and
with both sides hanging loosely in folds against his body. He put his hands
on his hips.

Uh, his upper body was so very sexy. His chest was well developed, but not
to the extreme. I had photographed some men who had bigger muscular
developed chests than most flat chested women.  David did not have such
large pectorals as a swimmer, but they were very attractive. He was very
well aware of his effect on me. He tensed and relaxed his chest muscles. He
let his pecs dance for me and the camera.  He had left the hair to grow on
his chest and there was a clear treasure trail of hair above his navel
leading down his abdomen until it disappeared into the top of his tight
sexy jeans. I love men with chest hair.

Too bad that nowadays most men shave their chest. David was apparently not
among them. I was thrilled.

Again, I gave him instructions for a variety of poses in rapid succession,
so I was able to photograph him from the side and from behind. His butt was
held firmly in his extremely tight denim of his jeans but the visual impact
was stunning as you could clearly make out each perfect globe and dimple of
each butt cheek as he moved.

When David had taken off his shirt, he made all the typical poses of a
muscle man and let his muscles play. His biceps bulged even when his arms
were relaxed; his forearms were roped with sinew and muscle. His chest and
abdomen were beautiful.  The pectorals were two symmetrical discs of flesh,
topped with fabulously formed perfect large nipples. From the natural body
form between them another cleft fell away downwards to his
navel. Horizontal ridges of muscle radiate out to either side. A real
`six-pack'.

The skin tight jeans hugged his slim hips. The triceps on his upper arms
were nicely enlarged. His broad shoulders and his back were corded with
muscle, and tapered down in a classic V-shape to his narrow waist and hips;
below which the tops of his exposed pale butt cheeks fell gently to the
swelling dimpled globes hidden from sight under the tight denim of his
jeans. His long sturdy leg took my breath away.

"Can you perhaps now open the top button of your jeans", I asked.

"Hmm, is that an extra payment for me", he asked.

"No, that's not in my catalog fees", I replied with a grin.

"Well just for you as a little parting gift. The 20 minutes are just over
now", he replied.

Huh, that suggestive look he had now for the camera and me was all it
should be, as he slowly unbuttoned and opened up the top of his
jeans. Super sexy. Too bad that the photo shoot was already at the end.

"Okay, that's it. There is nothing more to see. Where are my 40 bucks",
said this Cutie now the real businessman himself.

"Had we not agreed $30", I said.

"True, but there is a special use bonus of $10 ", he quickly responded.

"So OK, I will accept the additional rate this time. You were very
professional and moved in front of the camera in a very professional
way. Every instruction from me was executed quickly and correctly. One
might almost think you've modeled before", I said.

"Maybe, maybe not; everyone has their little secrets and hidden talents."
Whatever that might mean in this case, I thought to myself.  His blue jeans
emphasized his long legs but they were very tight. I guess that they were
also very uncomfortable for him. Maybe they even pinched his manhood and
balls, and cut up between his butt cheeks, but he did not seem to complain.

David then faced me and said, "If I previously understood you correctly, if
I were to come again, I would at the least have to take off my jeans for
you to be interested in continuing to take more photos of me."

"For $40 dollars and twenty minutes, yes", I replied.

"Well, then today is probably our last time together. I hope the little
show I have given has been enough for you, so you have your little pleasure
afterward I have gone."

Then he ran a hand over his crotch and made a gesture as if to masturbate
and wank his beautiful manhood. Clearly, he considered I was some sort of
pervert who took photographs of men for my own self-gratification. Again
something I was uncomfortable with in David.  Of course I masturbate often,
when I look at the pictures I have taken after a photo shoot and fantasize
about what had happened. When I was look at the pictures everything replays
again in my mind. However, I do not like talking about it openly and that
was not the main reason why I photographed.

"If you change your mind, then call me or send me an SMS. The offer is not
time limited", I said. I never give up hope!

David looked at the photos on the wall and said, "Hard to believe that
these men have gone so far as to take all their clothes of before your
camera, and that some guys have exposed their manhood and even their fully
erect cocks in front of you and your camera. I must go now".

David took his jacket off the hook and gave me a brief handshake in
farewell and disappeared.

Shortly after that I did exactly what David had already suspected; I had to
review the shots from this second photo shoot.

A week later I got a text message: "$60 and I am coming over right
now. Okay? David"

I sent him a brief reply: "Agreed. But not now. It`s noon I am eating lunch
soon."

To which I received the reply "What r u eating?"

"Pizza"

"Yummy."

"Enough 4 2 - U cordially invited."

"Be right there", David answered.


   --- to be continued ---

Copyright Moritz, Germany 2011

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