Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2012 21:17:04 +0100
From: traumfotos@gmx.de
Subject: Nude Modeling for Money - Chapter TWO

Hi Guys,

This is chapter two of my second story published on Nifty. "Dirty Tricks At
The Photo Shoot" was my first one.

Each of my stories is partly fiction and partly autobiographical. As I said
previously this one is more autobiographical and less fictional.

Again my thanks go to Rob in the UK for his help in reviewing my draft
manuscript and for tidying up a little bit some of my English. I also want
to say thank you to Kent from the USA. Some of you guys possibly don't
appreciate how difficult it is to write something like this in a language
other than your own mother tongue.

So, I hope you are enjoying this story. Please email me at
traumfotos@gmx.de as I really do thrive on your reactions as they give me
further inspiration and motivation for my work. Also let me have any ideas
or your fantasies for future stories or chapters, and I may be able to
include them.

Hugs
Moritz



Nude Modeling For Money -- Chapter Two

When the doorbell rang I opend the door.

"Hey honey, is dinner ready", David asked with his typical grin on his
face.

"Yes my dear, and how was your working day", I replied in jest.

"Oh just the usual! I have do work real hard, so my wife can buy yourself
just such useless things like a very expensive lens. It smells really
good. I love women who can cook."

David seemed to want to dish it out strong again. Firstly, I am indeed gay,
but I hate it when I am compared with a woman. On the other hand, maybe he
was joking with me and didn't really mean it. It was just part of his role
as a husband coming home. Okay, I know my hobby of photography costs me
quite a bit, but I work very hard to pay for it. Anyway, whatever David's
true meaning whether it be provocative or joking I found David's chat kind
of amusing. I think I had to watch that I didn't start to fall for this
guy.

"I wanted to actually do you a favour and come over again in my extremely
tight jeans, but I found I no longer fit into them for a long time. All my
'bits and pieces' got so badly squashed that I could hardly walk; if you
know what I mean. I know how happy you are when you look at my legs. If you
want I can try and put them on for the photo shoot as I have brought them
in my shoulder bag".

He briefly opened his bag and showed me the jeans from last time "Well", I
said, "at least I'll see your legs naked for the first time today without
anything hiding them from my view. Of that I am very pleased. In any case
David, the last time you were here ??I took all the shots with these jeans
I wanted, so we need not repeat them today. Also, you must be aware that
very tight clothing at nude photos shoots cannot be worn beforehand".

"And why not", David replied.

"Because the material will leave visible lines on the skin of the
model. That happened to me once when I first took pictures of a young man
naked from behind. Previously I had taken photos of him in fairly tight
underpants. On the nude photos you could detect noticeable pressure marks
left on his skin by the elastic of the waist and leg bands of his
underpants. A nude model therefore always takes some time out before a
photo shoot to let his skin relax and must only wear a bathrobe or
something very loose fitting; of course, that is unless he is going
'commando style'. Only when all the pressure marks on the skin are gone,
can you start to take pictures", I informed him.

"Do you mean, I must take off all my clothes now except my briefs", David
said surprised.

"Nice idea, but I think this session we'll get away with it. Let's eat
first as the food is ready. Please go and sit down at the dining table in
the living room. I'll just get the salad", I said.

"Salad, I thought your text message said something about pizza".

 I enjoyed the moment of indignation this caused in David.

"Of course there is pizza, but there is also some salad beforehand as a
starter. You do not have to eat it if you do not like it", I said smiling
at him.

His face lit up and he quickly walked into the living room.

I put a big salad bowl on the table and sat down opposite him. In the
meantime David had poured out two glasses of Coke.

"You want to try the salad?", I asked.

"Sure, as a starter that's okay!"

After I had put some dressing on my salad, I took the big pepper mill and
seasoned my salad.

"I like my salad spicy and hot", I said.

David retorted, "I bet that's not the only thing you like hot. However, I
didn't come here today to discuss your sexual preferences, but to let you
take some more photographs of me".

Well, yes, it could be fun with David. He has to rebel against everything.

Playing in the background was the CD of the British group the HURTS. As
well as liking their music, I also found their lead singer, Theo
Hutchcraft, very attractive.

"The music pleases me," he said as he devoured his salad with great gusto.

"Why are you at home at this time of day. Don`t you have to be at
work. Surely you have to earn money to be able to live like this", he asked
me.

"Sure I have to work, but most of the time I do it from this room here at
my apartment", I replied.

He looked into the opposite corner of my living room towards the large work
area. There were two desks in a corner and on them were three computer
monitors and three big tower units below.

"Do you sell dirty pornographic pictures", he asked.

I had to laugh at this assumption by David.

"No, I mainly work from home and I earn my money with several guide
websites. I also work as a business consultant. Everything I do is 'above
board' and very seriously professional".

"That should I believe?"

"By the way, you must have known that I am at home now, otherwise you would
not have written in your text message that you would immediately come
around".

Why I had not thought about this point before I do not know.

I looked at David and waited for a response. He continued to eat his salad
quietly. He seemed to enjoy drawing out his reply. When he had left me in
suspense for long enough he finally answered.

"I have researched on the internet about you. It's called to google".

"I know all about Googling as I earn my money in part on the internet", I
replied.

Interesting, he had been on the internet trying to learn more about me. Why
I wondered.

The salad had been completely demolished, mostly, I have to say, by David.

"I'll go and get the pizza now", I said.

When I served David his pizza, he was astonished.

"Have you made and cooked the pizza yourself?" , he asked me.

"No, it was a frozen pizza base, but I added all fresh ingredients for the
topping. I do not like eating ready made meals. They are not healthy. Too
much sugar, hydrogenated fats and lots of chemical additives. Mostly I eat
a vegetarian lunch in a restaurant. There, everything is freshly prepared
with no nasty additives or unnecessary and unhealthy quantities of sugar
and salt", I informed him.

"Well, I suppose if you can afford it that's OK", he replied.

"In the long term everyone must find a way to afford it, because you are
sick less often in the long run; are more healthy and strong, and do not
have to swallow those useless vitamin pills. One must keep eating habits
fairly simple though. I am self-employed; if I am sick, I make no money. If
I invest in my health through eating sensibly I am ill much less
frequently, then it pays back in money for me by increasing my earning
because I am not often ill and unable to work", I said.

David was silent. He understood the truth of what I was saying. I think for
the first time he had no smart or slightly provocative response to
make. Our chat moved on to more immediate matters.

"I told you last time that I noticed how well you responded to my shooting
directions. Have you ever modeled before? "

"Maybe something like that", David replied rather reluctantly.

"Why are you making such a mystery out of it?" I asked him.

"Because it really is private", he responded rather quietly.

"But, in case you missed it, we're in the process of revealing rather
private things about each other", I replied.

"Well, I guess that I actually could tell you", he said.

Slowly, he pushed back another slice of pizza into his mouth. I did not
want to discourage him from eating, so I waited patiently.

"In our neighbourhood there lived an 82 year old man. For four years I
regularly bought food and stuff for him in the supermarket and got his
medication from the pharmacy and all those sorts of things. He always gave
me a few dollars. He himself did not have much. At 17, I then started to do
cleaning about his house. He was not very good on his legs.

Whilst cleaning his apartment I found a couple of old gay magazines. Really
creepy magazines, not with bad things in it, but just very poorly made
photos and stuff. He was very embarrassed, but I calmed him down and told
him that I was not in the least bothered. He believed me, because I found
nothing objectionable. He told me that he was homosexual and in the past
had so many problems. He told me he had several times lost his job because
of trouble with the police because he is gay. In those days the laws were
different and the police literally went out and hunted down gays.

He told me how hard it was to get these sort of magazines and how happy he
was when Polaroid cameras came on the market which developed films
themselves. You could now take nude photos of yourself with your friends
without the danger of being outed as a gay when previously you had to give
your films into a lab for developing and printing. He had a whole drawer
full of these self-developing Polaroid photos. Over time however the photos
had faded and almost nothing on them was now recognizable. He still had the
camera though, but it was unlikely that you could now buy film to fit.

I asked him if I should maybe get some new magazines for him. He would only
give me money and then I would buy them for him. He almost started to cry
about what I was willing to do for him. Then he said that as I still was
not 18 I was not legally entitled to buy such magazines. I had quite
forgotten that. I felt really sorry for the old man. He had in his life
apparently had quite a lot of bad luck and suffering because of his
homosexuality."

David once again ate some pizza. I was quite lost for words at all this
revelation so we ate for some time in silence.

David then went on.

"The next time, I wanted to clean the apartment of the old man with a
vacuum cleaner. It was pretty hot in his little house and I got an idea. I
took off all my clothes except for my underpants. The old man was quite
surprised when he saw me nearly naked, but then he smiled very
happily. Most of the time I swept in front of the chair where he sat, so he
could look at my body for a long time. At first it felt strange doing this,
but over time it became a matter of course. Once I had entered the old
man's house, I always stripped down to my underpants to do his
housework. Since I was not 18, I kept the pants on to avoid problems with
the law. The old man had had enough problems in the past.

One day he asked me if I would do some poses in front of him like the
models in the magazines. I agreed and he found this very erotic. It was
kind of very entertaining. Almost like a game. Well, there you are, so I do
have much experience in posing. "

"Well, that actually explains a lot." I said softly almost to myself.

David continued, "Four months ago he asked me what size was my underwear. I
was somewhat surprised at the question and answered size 5 M. A week later
he gave me a small cardboard box; in it was a pair of briefs delivered to
him from a specialist men's underwear store. He asked me if I would mind in
future, from time to time, wearing these pants for him while I cleaned. The
underwear was only about half the size of normal underpants; all in all
very brief. The waistband was slung very low ending just above the base of
the penis so that nearly all my pubic hair on my pelvic bone was clearly
visible for him to see. He confessed to me that he has always had a
weakness for pubic hair. What my thighs for you, my pubic hair was for him.

On the days when I was not wearing his favorite pants I just pulled my
pants a little lower so that he could see my pubic hair. Well, actually he
would have asked me to do that even earlier than I did, but he dared not do
so. By the way, I have also brought these briefs with me today in my
shoulder bag. I think you'll also find them very sexy. As I said, they are
cut really low and not really suitable for everyday use".

"Huh, I'm really excited", I said, "and have you told the old man what
photos we took last time and will take today? I think that he would
certainly have enjoyed it", I said to David.

"Yes, I think he really would have enjoyed me telling him but unfortunately
he died four weeks ago. I found him dead in his chair. Rigor mortis had
set. First I cried, then I collected all his magazines; photographs and
Polaroids, and then I destroyed them all by burning them. I then also
looked for other things that I thought the old man would have found
embarrassing if they had been discovered by strangers. Only after that did
I inform the police".

David, nearly musing to himself softly said, "he was such a nice man who
wouldn`t do anything bad to another human, and yet they had caused him such
harm and grief in his lifetime".

David and I briefly looked each other in the eye and then we ate the
remainder of the pizza in silence.

Somehow I was not in the mood for the photo shoot anymore.

I cleared the table and David wanted to help me, but I told him that it
would be easier if I did it alone. I put everything on the trolley and then
I disappeared with it into the kitchen. There, I sorted the dirty dishes
out into the dishwasher. I could have done this later on, but I needed some
time to think about what David had just been telling me.

It took some time until I walked back into the living room again. David now
had a new CD inserted into the player and was dancing and moving his body
to the music wearing only the underpants which had been given to him by the
old man.

The sight was breathtaking. David's body was really very similar to that of
Ryan Carnes, maybe even a bit more exciting. Because he was a little bigger
and also because of his long muscular legs. His narrow hips; his slim
waistline and his strong muscular thighs made him appear even
stronger. David knew exactly what movements he was able to make in order to
show off his body to its best effect. Working as a GoGo dancer men and
women would surely lie at his feet to worship his lithe body.

When he turned his back to me I could admire his V-back and his pert well
formed taught round butt. For someone who was not a supermodel or a super
athlete, David had a fucking great body.

The old man had chosen David some really great underwear. The waistband
actually started just below the base of the penis; they were so tiny and
left very little to the imagination. The base of his cock topped by his
pubic hair was beautiful to see on full display, and left me entirely
wanting more. David had put his penis pointing downwards in his
underwear. On each side of it could clearly be seen two large well formed
testicles. Together the whole 'package' resulted in an impressive bulge; a
wonderful and tantalising sight to behold.

"Come, let's make raunchy pictures, I can earn some money and you can see
something that inspires your imagination", he said.

Again, he made with that one hand, the clear upwards and downwards movement
with a wrist motion.

"Where's your big camera", he asked frivolous.

My mood had improved again abruptly. I quickly took my camera out of the
cupboard.

"Okay, lets not do the photos today at the window, but here at the dinner
table. Please lean back against one of the chairs. One hand on each side of
the top of the chair. One leg slightly bent and the other straight to the
floor. "

I wanted to emphasize in this and the following poses, especially the legs
and his abdomen. I knelt before him and photographed David from a slightly
slanted upward perspective.

"Okay, now please spread your legs apart a little further. ... .. great,
really great".

"Now, please sit on the floor. Both legs bent towards your chest slightly
supporting you please; with the hands on the floor. Legs slightly apart
again. Fantastic. So now raise your body upwards high, and push with your
butt and with your legs, so your torso and arms form a bridge. I will then
take pictures between your great legs and then I will take more shots of
you from the side".

This necessitated a pose of some force by David. He had to raise his
buttocks in the air and lift his whole body with his feet; legs and arms
off the floor to form the bridge. It was a fantastic sight.

"Okay, now you can lower your butt again to the floor and stand up again. I
want something now where you are playing about with the chair. Lift your
back leg on to the chair. Please keep the front leg stretched
diagonally. Yes, very sexy. Yes, now play with the chair. Please sit down
with your butt cheeks on the very front of the seat, spread both legs and
both arms firmly towards the far back of the chair".

All these poses I had David perform really accentuated his muscular thighs
and the strong well formed abdomen of his athletic sporting body.

The poses I put David through were sometimes not easy to do for him. He
often had to lift his own body weight with his arms. Sometimes it reminded
him of fitness exercises which could be done with the aid of a chair in
order to train the triceps.

"Okay, now put the chair sideways to me. Feet on the ground about a foot
away from the chair and both hands on the chair seat. Now lower your body
and chest at an angle towards the chair. Perfect. Now, do a few push-ups in
that position using the chair. Perfect. Very sexy indeed.

"Okay, the 20 minutes are up", David said.

With David I could take in 20 minutes as many different poses and shots as
I would usually do with other models in two to three hours. Every time
after I had pressed the shutter four or five times he would automatically
change his body posture. He also seemed to have a natural instinct as to
how he had to present his body at its best to the camera.

Now he stood; beaming; slightly exhausted, and glistening from slight
perspiration in front of me, both hands on his slim hips in a thoroughly
relaxed posture. Naturally he looked very sexy and I had taken some
fantastic shots.

"Okay, it's now time to earn my little bonus," he said with a grin on his
face that I had come to know.

"Let us make a few pictures over at the window." David said.

He positioned himself at the window the same as last time. I put the
reflector again in such a way that reflects the incident light coming
through the window on to David. David's side away from the window was
highlighted.

When I was in position ready to continue to shoot I was already
curious. What was it that David had devised to coax those few extra dollars
out of me? He then said: "Be patient for a moment, and promise me that you
will not change your present position. You promise?".

"Yes, I promise", I said.

He now turned and stood with his back to me with his legs slightly apart. I
took some photos. Now out of sight I could tell that he put one hand down
inside his sexy briefs and slowly pushing the material downwards teased his
penis out of his briefs. I could see his arms moving and with the other
hand, he appeared to grasp his penis and started, slowly at first, and then
a little faster, to massage his magnificent manhood more and more
strongly. Twice I heard a soft moan from him.

How glad I would have been to have been able to stand in front of him and
take many photographs of this display, but I had to watch from behind
him. Unfortunately his back concealed all the real action, but I could hear
and imagine what was going on round the front!

"So this has to be enough. It must suffice," he said. He put his penis back
into the very tight pants and turned back towards me. Even then what a
sight beheld my eyes. His penis had grown enormously and had to be almost
fully erect. You could see clearly the shape and size in the sexy
briefs. He had positioned his penis to one side and his two large testicles
to the other side. The tiny briefs seemed almost to burst. I could clearly
see the imprint of David's glans through the thin material.

"So now you have to shoot fast, because it could be that my cock gets fully
stiff and the head will pop out of my small briefs. Should that happen then
the photo shoot is immediately terminated and you must stop taking pictures
and delete any that show my exposed manhood. "

He stood with his legs slightly apart in front of me, both arms up and
hands behind his head. What a magnificant sight. David changed this rather
incautious posture as he wanted to avoid stimulating the shaft of his penis
anymore and causing the head to pop out over the top of his briefs. Even so
the shaft was clearly a little harder and bigger than before.

"Can I make a few close-ups of your crotch", I asked him.

"Yes, but hurry, my prick is still getting stiffer and my briefs are not
going to hold it back for much longer and then it will bust out. I cannot
keep it tamed for much longer", David said urgently.

I went a step toward David and knelt before him. David now had both hands
on his hips so he could fast cover up if necessary. His penis was still
getting harder and harder to keep tamed before was going to jump out of his
pants.

I took some very nice close ups of his beauty. Even now his cock was still
not fully erect but was already 8 inches long. I would have to hurry if I
was to get all the shots I wanted before his penis jumped out of the top of
his briefs and I had to stop the shoot. Through the camera I watched as
David moved his index finger towards the tip of his penis and the material
of his briefs glistened around the eye of his penis as it twitched a little
as pre-cum oozed from the hidden head to become absorbed by the taut
material still restraining his cockhead. There would not be long to wait
before something happened!

 Suddenly, David held both hands in front of his crotch and covered the
penis which now bounced free being no longer held in place by the material
of his tiny briefs.

"Okay, that's it. End of the show. I will now go and get dressed", David
said with a grin.

He quickly went to the dining table where he had put his clothes on one of
the chairs and got dressed.

"Well, how did you like the photo shoot and the little show I put on for
it? What you pay me now", David grinned at me.

I told him the amount and David pulled the little face. "Well, I think it
should be 10 more dollars" he immediately replied.

"Exceptional yes, but I'm not sure who cheated who here though", I said
laughingly.

"This little amount will not make you a poor man." said the David, as
always wanting to have the last word.

"If I understand correctly the way you work, then I have to take off all my
clothes at the next photo shoot. You will then take pictures of me
completely naked shooting from behind; the side; front, and I will have to
cover my genitals all the time with both hands to prevent you taking shots
of my genitals with your camera", David questioned.

"It will be just as I had said."

"Well, what you said will not happen then, because I will not let you take
completely nude photos of me", he replied. "If I allowed you to take such
photos I suspect that you will make large-format nude pictures of me that
you will exhibit on your living room wall.  Each of your visitors could
then see me desperately trying to hide my genitals", David said.

"You really don't have to hold your hands over your manhood. You should
openly show the camera your masterpiece. I do not think there is any reason
whatsoever for you to hide your genitals."

"Very funny, I can tell you that is the sort of favour I will not do for
you" he said. Too bad then, this is therefore probably our last time
together today as there will be not another photo shoot", he continued.

"David, you can visit me again without me having to photos. I enjoy your
company very much. You're an interesting young man", I said.

"Well, before my next visit I could try again to put my exremely tight
jeans on. Then you would have also some inspiration for my visit should I
come again as you ask of me", he said grinning and again did that upward
and downwards motion with his hand by moving his wrist.

This time I grabbed his hand and held it tight.

"David, please don`t do that again. It upsets me as really like you now. I
do not now see you just as a piece of male man meat to be used and
photographed just to provide inspiration for me wank over. It would be nice
if we could become good friends. "

David stopped grinning and looked at me suddenly turning serious. I held
his hand tightly still, but I had loosened the grip a bit. We looked each
other straight in the eye.

"I think it's really shameless that you try to take advantage of my
misfortune. Just because I'm unemployed and need money urgently you want me
to strip butt naked in front of you for your own ends", said David.

"Like I said, I only make suggestions; whether you accept them or not is
entirely your own decision. I don`t force you to do anything", I replied.

"For which jobs you are applying by the way? If the jobs you are looking
for only involve hard manual labour, then I'm not surprised that you are
unsuccessful. For such jobs the number of applicants is huge, because
everyone can fulfill the simple requirements.

What do you think David, why do jobs for which you need no special skills
mainly involve only physically hard work and are so poorly paid? While I
don`t think it's fair, it's an age-old problem the world-over. So far only
Socialist Governments have tried to change it, and as you well know,
unfortunately they have not been very successful in doing so.

You must find out where your strengths lie and what differentiates you from
your many competitors in the job market. Many years ago now I was
unemployed for a few months, and I used the time productively to further
educate myself. For me the strategy was successful."

"You're starting on politics again. I better leave now", David replied,
slightly annoyed."Thank you for the food and the money", he said.

He quickly went to fetch his jacket off the coat hook. When I went to shake
his hand say goodbye at the door he hugged me briefly instead and said
"Bye". He then quickly turned and disappeared.

I liked the rascal now and was really very happy within myself. Maybe even
something more than that ...

This time, now it was all quiet and he had gone, I sat at my desk and tried
to distract myself by working a little. There was a lot I seriously needed
to begin to focus on.

The next day I received the following text message: "What is there today
for lunch honey?"

I emailed him back the answer, a specialty from my Indian restaurant.

"I didn`t know, but I can try."

"Be my guest. I'm happy. "

"Rejoice not, it's rather too early. See you soon", he replied.

What could he have meant by that? Oh, maybe he wanted me to just let go and
just stop taking photographs. Maybe he thought I might be disappointed if
he did not let me take any nude pictures of him. Well, there was he
mistaken.

I did not care whether he wanted to do more photo shoots for money, or if
he just wanted to have lunch with me. So important had he become to me that
any thoughts of photos were coming to an end. I would be just glad of his
company.


Copyright Moritz, Germany 2012

				... to be continued ...


Chapter three is almost finished. I just have to motivate my diligent
helper in UK and USA to help me with the translation.

I'll post the next chapter, only if you wrote me to traumfotos@gmx.de. I
want to know that my work makes sense. So it's entirely up to you ...

Hugs
Moritz