From: evan@leland.Stanford.EDU (Seth E. Boyd)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The not so dark darkroom (mm, sm)
Date: 1 Aug 1994 03:28:56 GMT
Organization: Stanford University, CA 94305, USA
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     The day seemed to go on forever.  After twelve straight hours of shooting 
half naked men for the new international male catalog, my eyes had become 
totally desensitized to beatutiful, buffed bodies.  
     "Jon, we need some more light on this one", I screamed to my assistant.  
     "Okay", he replied sulkily.
     "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired right now.  Mabey i should get out of 
here for a while and  shoot, i mean, take a load off" I said.
     "Sound's good to me", Jon said with a wink. 
     I gathered up my camera and tripod and started toward the darkroom which 
happened to be in the backroom of my studio.  I turned on my safe light and 
started to prepare the chemistry when i noticed my light was flipping on
and off.  I looked around, trying to focus on anything i could when i felt
a hand on my shoulder.
     "You don't mind if i play with this little light of mine do ya?" a smoky
voice said.
     "Who are you?", i asked as his hand moved down my chest.
     "Well, all you need to know is i'll be on page 23 wearing the ribbed
body suit."
     I immediatly knew which model he was.  He was around 23, blond hair and 
eyes as dark and blue as the deepest submarine canyon.  His body was cut with a
perfect six pack and pecs straight from god.  yep, i remebered him well.
     His hand inched around my waist and began to carress my ass.  I could feel
his hard cock against my thigh and the thought of him made me sweat.  I turned 
around and  felt his breath on my lips.  They were like roses grown in semen,
mother nature at her best.
     "Shouldn't you be out there taking more pictures", he asked.
     "Ya, but i think i like the instamatic I'm taking right now."
     I grabbbed his hand and shoved it down my pants.  i could feel his finger 
play with my shaft as i grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into my 
own.  My tongue wrapped itself around his and our spit became one.  
     "Suck it", i demanded.
     And he was all to happy to oblige.  He undid my buttonfly jeans and took
my dick out.  He started biting my balls and then worked his mouth up into a 
lather in order to take my ten inches of steel.  He treated it like it was his 
own private missle pop.  And it was melting quickly.(to be continued)