The Photographer’s Assistant
Christian Coulliet is the premier gay erotic photographer in the country. His pictures are spectacular because he will go to whatever length he needs to get the photographs he wants, including having sex with his models. He’s famous for capturing images of his models at the absolute height of passion.
David Weatherby is Christian’s assistant, organized and efficient. He considers himself plain and ordinary, unlike the models Christian works with. David’s also attracted to Christian in a big way, but has seen Christian brush off so many men, and he doesn’t want to be another notch on Christian’s photographic bedpost. Besides, Christian wouldn’t notice someone as plain as him anyway.
What David doesn’t realize is that Christian has noticed and watches, but stays away because David works for him, and because he feels that David deserves someone better. With both men reluctant for various reasons to voice or act on their feelings, will they ever be within the same frame?
“Lovely.” Christian moved closer and then backed away, taking photograph after photograph. He?had Stavros moved in a number of ways, on his stomach and then onto his back, taking dozens of photographs.
“I need you on your stomach again after your slip off the briefs.” Stavros complied, and Christian began taking more photographs. “That’s lovely, you look superb,” Christian crooned in his deep voice as he moved to the foot of the bed.
“Lift your head to look at me.” The shutter sounded softly. “Now lift your hips,” Christian said, and Stavros complied.
“Perfect,” Christian told him. “Look at me like you want me, yes, like you want to get fucked more than anything in the world.” The model’s expression shifted, and David could see exactly that. Without words, he could see that was exactly what Stavros wanted. He looked wanton, glistening with sweat from being under the hot lights. “That’s it. All you want right now is a big, thick cock sliding right into your body,” Christian said in his resonant voice, and Stavros shuddered. “Is that what you want?”
“Fuck, yes,” Stavros muttered as Christian took picture after picture from all angles. “I want you to fuck me right now,” Stavros muttered, and David shifted back slightly where he couldn’t be seen and adjusted himself before trying to clear his mind and remember that this was a photo shoot.