


Nude Day Audition

by slyc_willie



Category: Gay Male
Published: 2013-06-26
Updated: 2013-06-26
Packaged: 2017-05-03 02:03:02
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/nude-day-audition
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: A young man needs some naughty pictures taken . . . .
Erotica Tags: Anal Sex, Blowjob, Camera, Exhibitionism, Nude Day, Outdoors,
Pictures, Rough Sex, Video
Average Rating: 4.53






        Nude Day Audition


_(Author's note: This story is an official entry in the 2013 Literotica Nude
Day Contest. Gay male stories are not normally my forte, but the idea for this
one was just too powerful to resist. As this is a contest entry, I encourage
you to read all of the submissions and place your votes as honestly as
possible. Enjoy the tale.)_  
  
* * * *  
  
When the store was busy, it was a madhouse, with impatient and/or ignorant
customers and their ridiculous "the-customer-is-always-right" demands. When it
was slow, it was a ghost town replete with bad muzak and stale air. That
particular Saturday was one of the latter. The only things missing were the
tumbleweeds.  
  
Michael perched above the counter with an elbow on the glossy fake marble and
his chin in the palm of his hand. He watched the customers as they wandered
through the isles of "America's corner store," amusing himself through
speculation of what their lives were like.  
  
For instance, upon seeing the very overweight woman in the daisy-print top and
obscenely stretched blue cotton shorts, he envisioned her sitting upon a sofa
handed down from grandma, eating cheese balls while watching an episode of
_Lizard Lick Towing_. She just looked the type to him. Maybe she had a
mechanic husband who obsessed over NASCAR. Or maybe her husband was the
complete opposite of the stereotype and worked for the Geek Squad.  
  
People watching had become an almost inevitable part of the job. With so much
down time between orders, Michael had found diversion through speculation.
Sometimes, he would see the smartly-dressed business types grabbing their
favorite energy drink before heading to work and imagine them as being closet
freaks with latex fetishes.  
  
Maybe the tall, severe-looking redhead with the horn-rimmed glasses picking up
a bottle of cheap wine was having an affair with her boss, while mister
redhead was at home with their two kids. Maybe the pudgy little fake blonde
with the pierced lip and tribal tattoo on the side of her neck sometimes gave
it up on the Southside to whoever had the money.  
  
In truth, he was sure the people he watched were just as mundane and
unexciting as he was, living average lives and doing average things. But the
speculation was fun. It kept his mind occupied.  
  
"Um . . . 'scuse me."  
  
Michael started at the sound of the voice. He had not realized he had zoned
out, staring without seeing at the end cap display of "buy one, get one free"
bags of potato chips. With an embarrassed smile, he straightened and smoothed
down his shirt in an attempt to reclaim a sense of professionalism.  
  
"How can I, uh . . ." he trailed off briefly as he took in the site of the
young man before him. He was, simply put, gorgeous. Slender but not twink-
skinny, with just enough obvious muscle definition to indicate an active life,
the kid was beautiful. Chiseled features, a uniformly rich tan, glittering
light green eyes beneath sandy hair, and soft, lush lips that could
undoubtedly do amazing things to certain body parts, he was a terrestrial
angel.  
  
The young man waited, an innocently quizzical expression upon his face, for
Michael to finish. With a self-admonishing clearing of his throat, Michael
made the Herculean effort to banish the arousal that was already stirring in
his groin.  
  
"Sorry," he said, a little too firmly. "What can I do for you?"  
  
The young man blushed slightly as he realized the older, stocky gentleman
behind the counter had been checking him out. A slightly sly smile stretched
his sexy lips. "Um, well, I have some pictures that I'd kind'a like made into
a photo album," he said. "Like, professional quality."  
  
"You mean, a portfolio?" Michael suggested.  
  
The kid brightened. "Yeah, something like that," he confirmed, even as his
cheeks began to blush. He leaned closer as he continued. "Except, um . . .
well, what are your policies about, uh . . . ." he trailed off, leaning in
closer still, and whispered something.  
  
"What was that?" Michael asked.  
  
The kid glanced around, then spoke a bit louder. "Nudity."  
  
Michael smiled. "I'm all for it, personally," he answered flippantly.  
  
The young man chuckled. "No I mean, in the pictures."  
  
Michael laughed. "I know what you meant," he said. "Officially, unless they
are very tastefully done, and there's no objectionable content, we can't
handle anything that might be considered pornographic in nature."  
  
"Well, they're not, like, sex pictures or anything," he said. "I'm just not
wearing any clothes in them, that's all. Well, not much."  
  
The lift of one of Michael's brows coincided with something much further south
that was also rising up. "I think I'd have to see them, first, in order to
make a, uh, professional decision."  
  
The young man shrugged. "Sure," he said, producing a digital camera. He turned
it on and waited for the small screen on the back to warm up.  
  
"First things first," Michael said. "You are at least eighteen years old,
aren't you?"  
  
The kid frowned with a smirk. "Yeah, dude, I'm twenty."  
  
Michael's smile returned quickly. "Nice."  
  
"Okay. Here, look," prompted the kid, handing the camera over. Michael took
it, leaning forward with it so they could both see the pictures.  
  
The first showed the young man clad in a pair of long, loose-fitting nylon
shorts and a simple white muscle shirt that clung to his slender yet well-
defined frame. The background was a fenced-in yard. Subsequent shots had him
pulling up the shirt, then taking it off completely, revealing ripped
abdominals and a tapered waist.  
  
"Very nice," Michael commented. "Who took them?"  
  
The kid shrugged. "A friend."  
  
Michael paged to the next one. The shorts were pushed down, showing just the
base of the young man's penis. There was a complete and arousing lack of pubic
hair. Michael shifted on his feet, feeling a bit of constrained discomfort in
his work slacks.  
  
The following picture showed the young man in all his glory, standing and
grinning with hands on his hips. The shorts were gone. His penis, flaccid yet
impressive, hung down between well-toned thighs. It was nearly as tanned as
the rest of his body, and smooth and sleek within its fleshy hood.  
  
Michael breathed in deeply to calm his arousal. _Damn, this guy's fucking
hot_, he thought. _Look at that cock . . . ._  
  
After that, however, the pictures were from canted and awkward angles,
consisting mainly of various close-ups that did not show as much as was
intended. Many were blurry to varying degrees. Michael cycled through them
quickly, pursing his lips in contemplation. Slowly, a wonderfully devious plan
formed.  
  
"So, uh, can you do what I want?" the young man asked at last.  
  
Michael gazed upon him, glad for the height of the counter that concealed his
raging erection. _Oh, I could do so many things to you . . . ._  
  
Maintaining a professional demeanor, Michael said, "See, here's the thing. My
impression is that you want to turn these pictures into a more or less
professional-looking portfolio, right?"  
  
The young man nodded. "Right."  
  
"Problem is," Michael continued. "Other than the first seven or eight, they're
not very clear. And even those first ones are still a little shaky. Let me
guess: most of these you took yourself, right?"  
  
The kid nodded sheepishly. "Yeah."  
  
Michael fixed him a look. "Why do you want a portfolio made from pictures like
this?"  
  
The kid smiled crookedly. "Why do you wanna know that?"  
  
Michael cocked his head. "You want a real portfolio, or what?"  
  
The young man sighed. He shifted on his feet. "There's this website," he said
at last. "Run by a guy named Jason Rivers. It's pretty good stuff, lots'a hi-
def pictures and videos and stuff."  
  
Michael smirked. He knew about Jason Rivers and the man's website. "So you
wanna break into the gay porn industry, is that it?"  
  
The kid stared at Michael with all the wide-eyed incredulity of a deer
standing on the road before an onrushing truck.  
  
Michael chuckled. "Look. You wanna get into something like that, you're going
to need much more professional pictures than what you have here. You want an
impressive portfolio, then you need pics taken by something a little more
sophisticated than an Elph."  
  
The young man blinked. "Like what?"  
  
"Well," Michael said, smiling at the way his suddenly-hatched plan was
unfurling. "Like the camera I have. I've gotten into photography since I
started working here. Got me a nice little Nikon digital that shoots sixteen
megapixels." He leaned close to the young man. "Which is sharp enough to show
the smallest detail on that beautiful cock you have."  
  
The kid smiled slowly in understanding. He straightened, giving Michael a
flirtatious look. "I like the sound of that."  
  
"What's your name?"  
  
"Joey."  
  
"You free tomorrow?"  
  
Joey smiled slyly. "Yeah . . . why?"  
  
Michael grinned. "Well, it just occurred to me that, not only have I got the
day off, but it's also Nude Day. What better way to celebrate then by letting
it all hang out?"  
  
* * * *  
  
Michael couldn't believe how excited he was. On any other morning, had he
awakened with an erection, his first call to duty would be to masturbate until
his lower abdomen was glistening with spent semen. But not so on this day, the
14th of July, which just happened to fall on a Sunday, his usual day off.  
  
Instead, given the potential of more satisfying delights than his right hand
might grant, Michael rose from bed, showered, shaved, and dressed. He typed a
message into his phone at just after ten in the morning, then got in the car
with his camera bag.  
  
Joey was waiting for him outside an obviously lower-rent apartment building on
the near northeast side of town. Clad in the same white nylon shorts Michael
had seen in the kid's original pictures, and a loose-fitting tank top, he
offered a nervous smile as stepped into the car, tossing a duffel into the
back seat.  
  
"You ready?" Michael asked with a grin.  
  
"Yeah, sure," Joey replied nonchalantly.  
  
_Kid wants to play it cool_, Michael thought as he drove.  
  
They spoke of typically banal things as Michael drove. Joey had dropped out of
college after just two semesters, being an aimless kid who was not yet sure of
the direction he wanted his life to take. He worked full-time at some local
dive bar as combination bar back and eye candy for the large gay population
that frequented the place. His parents were divorced, and while his mother
knew he was gay, his father (whom he rarely saw anymore) supposedly did not.  
  
One thing became glaringly clear to Michael during the course of the
conversation: Joey was not particularly bright. He wasn't a moron, exactly,
but he suffered from a bad combination of lack of ambition and naivete. Simply
put, he didn't bother to learn about the world around him beyond his own
personal tastes and desires.  
  
Which, for Michael, was just fine. Joey was the epitome of the phrase "young,
dumb and full of cum." Michael hoped he would discover how accurate the last
part of that saying was before the day was over.  
  
Finally, after a lengthy drive through the country, the inviting sight of the
waters of Medina Lake blossomed before them. Joey perked up as he saw the
broad expanse of water growing larger and larger in his field of view. "That's
where we're going?"  
  
Michael chuckled. "Yup. I know just the spot."  
  
Less than ten minutes later, after the car had rumbled across the uneven path
of a dirt driveway through groves of mesquite trees, Michael pulled the
vehicle to a stop before an aged wooden picnic bench and a small cast-iron
grill set atop of a steel post in the ground. Dozens of paces beyond, the
ground sloped down toward the cool blue water of the lake.  
  
Joey was grinning, becoming obviously excited. "This is cool!" he exclaimed.
"And there won't be anyone else around?"  
  
Michael shook his head. "Nope. It's just you, me, and Mother Nature."  
  
Joey laughed. "Bad ass," he muttered, before pushing open the door and
stepping out.  
  
Michael watched the younger man from behind as he walked several paces beyond
the car. _More like tight ass,_ he mused silently.  
  
Gathering up the camera bag, Michael exited the car as well and followed Joey
down the slope toward the water. Far out in the lake, more than half a mile
away, a pair of boats cruised through the gentle blue. Other than that,
Michael and Joey may very well have been at the edge of the Garden of Eden.  
  
Sandy hair fluttered by the breeze blowing off the lake, Joey turned back, a
catty grin decorating his face. "So, uh, how do you want me?"  
  
Michael smirked. _On your knees, or bent over and grabbing your ankles. Either
way works for me._ "Just be casual. Don't strip everything off just yet. Get
in the mood. Go down to the water. The more natural the pictures, the better."  
  
Joey nodded, looking around with a sense of excitement mixed with
apprehension. "You sure no one's gonna, like, go by in a boat and see us?"  
  
"I guess that's always a possibility, but I think the chances are pretty
slim."  
  
"Yeah . . . okay, I guess this place is pretty secluded."  
  
"Let me just get my camera ready."  
  
Joey paced through the sparse grass of the rocky lake shore as Michael took
the camera from his bag. With the fully charged battery, he had hours of use
available and an empty SD card onto which to hold everything. After flipping
it on, Michael gave Joey an expectant look.  
  
The younger man's eyes widened. "Oh. Now?"  
  
Michael chuckled. "Whenever you're ready."  
  
Although awkward at first, Joey seemed to get into the role of model as he
relaxed and moved around. At first, he just walked this way and that, heading
down to the waterline before strolling back up as Michael snapped picture
after picture. Emboldened by a blossoming streak of exhibitionism, The tank
top came off, revealing the kid's slender albeit muscular torso.  
  
Michael licked his lips upon seeing the smooth, hairless tanned flesh. The
stirring within his groin was unmistakable.  
  
At the edge of the water, Joey slipped out of his sandals and let his feet
bathe in the cooling ripples licking the shore. Then, turned away from
Michael, he slipped the shorts down his lean, hairless legs.  
  
"Hold it," Michael said quickly, stepping closer after having snapped several
pictures. "Just stay like that."  
  
Joey did so, bare backside revealed to his photographer, smooth, hairless sacs
of delectable skin dangling between his thighs. The tip of his cock was just
discernible past his testicles.  
  
Michael crouched, only about ten feet away, and zoomed in for closeups of the
puckered, pink aperture of Joey's asshole. He imagined the feel of that
muscular opening against the tip of his tongue. His shorts were becoming
tighter.  
  
"Keep going," Michael urged.  
  
Joey straightened and gave a knowing smile over his shoulder. He knew what he
was doing to the older man, now. And he was thoroughly enjoying it.  
  
Casting the shorts back, Joey stepped further into the lake, until the gentle
waves lapped at his knees. In profile to Michael, he stooped and scooped up
handfuls of water, splashing them onto his face and chest. Michael clicked
away, even capturing the images of Joey shivering from the chilly water.  
  
With skin glistening beneath the sun, Joey looked even more delicious than
before. Michael zoomed in for closeups of droplets leaving the tip of Joey's
now half-hard cock. The tube of slowly-growing flesh curved out and down from
the young man's sleek pubis, the pink round head emerging from the shelter of
the snug foreskin.  
  
_Beautiful_, Michael thought. _God, do I want to suck on that thing . . . ._  
  
At Michael's urging, Joey returned to dry land and slipped into a pair of
khaki beach pants. An idea sprang to mind instantly, and he ahd the kid return
to the water for more body-defining splashes of water down his torso. As the
fluid soaked into the khakis, they became semi-transparent, clinging to Joey's
skin. Michael grinned and continued snapping away, once again going for
closeups. The sight of Joey's manly cock wrapped in soaked fabric was
incredibly enticing.  
  
Again, Joey changed into a different set of clothes, this time a snug blue
muscle shirt and nothing else. The effect was intensely erotic, especially
when Michael had the young man recline against a tree just at the water's
edge, head tilted back and looking out over the water.  
  
"Stroke it," Michael urged.  
  
Joey glanced back for a moment, then smiled cattily. "You wanna see it hard?"
he asked coyly.  
  
"Hell, yeah," Michael growled in response.  
  
Biting his lip, Joey looked downat his cock as he took it in hand. It took
only a few strokes before he was at his impressive full length, with the
glowing pink head fully emerged from its sheath. Faint veins ran along the
shaft, but other than that, it looked so smooth and unblemished as to be made
of wet clay.  
  
Joey's face and neck began to color as he slowly pumped his shaft. His left
hand wandered across his chest, first gracing, then tickling, then pinching
his own nipples. Eyes became half-closed. Lips parted. A sleek pink tongue
slipped out beneath his teeth.  
  
"Getting turned on?" Michael asked, though he already knew the answer. He had
set the camera aside and shucked off his own shorts. His own cock, thick and
hard and nearly ready to burst after an hour of sweet torture, jutted out
toward the kid.  
  
Joey actually whimpered, looking upon the older man in such a state of
arousal. Where he Joey was slim and hairless, Michael was stocky, muscular,
with dark, manly hair on his forearms, legs, chest and abdomen. The nest of
kinky curls around the base of his shaft was well-trimmed, the heavy balls
beneath shaved smooth.  
  
"Yeah," Joey whispered at last, stroking his cock faster. But Michael, casting
off his shirt, approached and settled his hand over Joey's.  
  
"Don't come yet."  
  
Joey swallowed thickly. "I'm so turned on," he said.  
  
Michael grinned. "I know you are," he said, taking the kid's other hand and
directing it to his raging erection. Joey trembled as he grasped it, jerking
back and forth clumsily.  
  
Without a word, Michael placed his hands upon Joey's shoulders, pushing him
down. Joey yielded like an obedient servant, dropping to a squat before the
older man. But just as he opened his mouth and leaned in, Michael stopped him.  
  
"Wait."  
  
Joey glanced up questioningly.  
  
"Stay exactly like that," Michael ordered, heading back to the camera. He
stepped to the bag, taking out a tripod. As Joey waited in submissive
patience, the tripod was erected and the camera set upon it. A few settings
were adjusted, until Michael was finally satisfied. He pressed the button to
record, then returned to Joey.  
  
Like a trained puppy waiting to please, Joey looked up to Michael as the man
resumed his previous stance. Michael smiled almost like a hungry predator,
taking Joey's head in his hands.  
  
"Open your mouth."  
  
Joey did so, keeping his eyes on those of the older man. Michael found that
simple gesture arousing beyond words. Pushing his cock into Joey's mouth, he
stared back down into his lover's sun-glazed eyes.  
  
Joey sucked tenderly at first, gliding his wet tongue around the head of
Michael's cock. But as more and more length was fed to him, he simply massaged
the underside, while pulling in his cheeks to encase the pulsing rod with
accommodating, suckling flesh.  
  
Michael sighed in bliss, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations Joeys
mouth was giving him. The younger man would jerk back a bit if Michael pushed
too far, but that was fine for the older lover. He really only needed
stimulation upon the first few inches of his cock in order to achieve orgasm,
a point he was rapidly approaching after the erotic buildup of the previous
hour.  
  
But just as he felt the beginnings of his rush, he pulled out of Joey's mouth.
The move was so abrupt it took the kid by surprise, resulting in a loud 'pop!'
as air suddenly rushed into his sucking mouth. Michael gripped the base of his
cock to stem the sudden gush of fluid, but a single thick bubble of it oozed
from the tip, a shimmering, milky dollop.  

"Lick it off," Michael said, and Joey complied quickly, streaking his tongue
with that single bauble of cream. He let Michael get a good view of his semen-
streaked tongue before closing his mouth to savor the taste of it.  
  
"It's okay," Joey said, still submissive. "You can jizz in my mouth if you
want. I like it."  
  
Michael chuckled, threading fingers through his lover's tousled hair. "Maybe,"
he said. "But I want to fuck you, first."  
  
Blush returned to Joey's face. His lips curled. "Okay."  
  
_Such a good, obedient slut_, Michael thought. _Oh, he's going to go far, all
right._  
  
Leaving Joey where he was, Michael returned to both the camera and its
accompanying bag. He carried them both to the edge of the water, setting up
the camera so that it looked out over the lake. From the bag he took two
things: a bottle of lubricant and a small, hand-held camcorder. With both
devices running, he stepped before the still-obedient Joey and held out the
lube.  
  
"Put some on your asshole," Michael directed. "Make sure the camera can see
it."  
  
Joey complied, squeezing some of the thick, oily substance onto his
fingertips. Standing and facing away from the tripod-mounted camera, he
smeared the goo around his anus. Michael squatted down in the shallow water,
focusing with the camcorder on the young man's face.  
  
"Push a finger inside that tight little boy-pussy," Michael instructed. "Get
it nice and ready for me."  
  
Joey closed his eyes, following everything Michael said without question. He
inserted his middle finger first, easing it in slowly past the snug ring of
his sphincter. Michael watched the young man's expressions through the
camcorder. Joey's brow furrowed, lips parting as he breathed shallowly. Then
his tongue came out to lick those lush red lips as he added a second finger,
easing both of them in and out.  
  
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Michael whispered.  
  
Joey said nothing for a long moment, concentrating on the sensations he gave
himself. But as Michael repeated his words, Joey responded. "F-fuck me . . .
."  
  
"Louder."  
  
Joey huffed, and his eyes flashed open, glowing with lust. "Fuck me," he said
again, louder and more firmly. "Fuck my ass."  
  
_This kid's a natural_, Michael thought, standing and moving around behind
Joey. Making sure they were both in profile to the standing camera, he planted
his feet a few inches to either side of Joey's own. His submissive lover kept
his legs straight and together, leaning down with his hands in the languid
water. In such a position, his glistening, slick anus was all but gaping.  
  
"That's it," Michael muttered, taking his cock in his free hand. Focusing
through the camcorder, he rubbed the head of his cock all around Joey's
slippery hole. The young man trembled, emitting a faint but unmistakable
grown.  
  
"Ready. Here it comes," Michael warned, then slowly pushed his dick against
Joey's inviting tunnel. He watched the dark pink opening spread slowly around
the head of his cock. The heat from within Joey's body practically burned into
Michael's cock.  
  
He pushed forward slowly but steadily, wanting to catch every delicious moment
on his cameras. The flaring head popped just inside Joey's ass, making both
men groan for different reasons. Deliberately, gradually, bit after bit of
Michael's cock slid within, stretching the aperture even wider. Joey
convulsed, clenching suddenly.  
  
"W-wait," panted the younger man. "I'm not used to it yet."  
  
Michael said nothing, but he gave the kid time to adjust. He smoothed his free
hand over Joey's buttocks, down the slope of the lean and muscular back. His
cock throbbed from the heat and snug fit of Joey's bowels. Slowly, the muscles
around his cock began to relax.  
  
"O-okay," Joey breathed, emitting short, heavy pants.  
  
Gripping the firm round ass with his one hand, Michael decided there was no
more need for finesse. Repositioning his feet on the smooth rocks beneath the
water, and leaning back for both balance and a better view for the hand-held
camera, he shoved.  
  
Joey grimaced at first, then cried out, splashing his hands through the water
to keep from tumbling forward. He barely managed to reaffirm his balance in
time. The most intense combination of burning pleasure and searing pain
blended in his mind, leaving him light-headed. For a few moments, he lost
track of both time and his surroundings, and when he came to, he realized he
was being very thoroughly, very roughly, and very pleasurably fucked.  
  
Michael pounded into his lover with all the passion he could muster. It had
been so long since he had enjoyed such an utterly willful and docile plaything
as Joey. He was determined to make the most what he was certain would their
only encounter.  
  
His cock skewered into the younger man's heated bowels again and again. He
forgot the camcorder after several minutes, lost to the intense physical
sensations as he was. He loved the feel of his balls slapping against Joey's
each time he bottomed out, nearly as much as the young, grunting whimpers that
drifted up from Joey's downturned face.  
  
Without warning, Michael reached down and pulled Joey upright, making the kid
gasp. For a moment, Michael stopped, giving the kid an apparently much needed
breather. Joey's face was crimson from the blood rushing down to his head. He
blinked profusely. _A few more seconds, and the kid might'a passed out_,
Michael thought with a wry chuckle.  
  
He pulled out abruptly from Joey's ass, making him wince. Approaching the
camera once again, Michael collapsed the legs so that it was closer to the
ground, and set the camcorder aside. He sat at the water's edge, facing the
camera, beckoning a bewildered-looking Joey to squat over him. The young man
did so, swaying slightly as he got into position. Fanning his toned thighs
wide, Joey held his balls in one hand and leaned back on the other, affording
the camera a perfect view as he slowly impaled himself upon Michael's cock
once more.  
  
In short order, deliberation gave way to passion. Joey heaved and huffed as he
bounced up and down, taking the phallus inside him to the hilt each time. He
stroked his cock furiously, but the sensational distraction of the older man's
dick stabbing deep within him held off his orgasm.  
  
Michael, on the other hand, felt his rush beginning once more. Guiding Joey's
slender body with hands on the young man's hips, he thrust feverishly upward
each time Joey came down. The rough contact aroused him even further, until
finally, the flood gates erupted with near violent force.  
  
Michael cried his release to the world, cock gushing deep within Joey's
rectum. The sudden rush of liquid heat was the trigger Joey needed; the
realization that Michael was coming inside him flicked the switch for his own
orgasm, making his naked cock spurt a geyser of thick white cream into the air
that splashed back down onto his groin, his thighs, and the damp ground below.  
  
Spent, exhausted, and gasping, both men collapsed backward, Joey falling atop
Michael. The older man wrapped his arms around the younger, and Joey clutched
the muscled limbs which, in their moment of post-orgasmic bliss, were now as
comforting as they had previously been overpowering.  
  
* * * *  
  
The return drive was mostly quiet. From Joey's reticence and their previous
conversations, as well as what he read in the kid's body language, Michael was
certain the young man had no regrets about the events of the afternoon. But
his embarrassed silence only affirmed what Michael already suspected: Joey was
not only naïve, but also inexperienced in regards to, well, just about
everything. Joey had admitted to being an average student, and was a college
dropout. He worked an aimless job and had no real ambition other than to send
revealing pictures of himself to a gay porn site.  
  
_A perfect example of having been gifted with a beautiful body and nothing
else_, Michael realized.  
  
Joey gave a small, tired smile when Michael dropped him off at the apartment,
responding only with a nod when Michael said he would call him in a couple of
days once he had the pictures processed and the video edited. Then the young
man dragged his feet up the walk to his building.  
  
Conversely, Michael was energized. As soon as he returned home, he went to
work on the pictures and video. By midnight, he had a nice little digital
portfolio consisting of over fifty pictures (out of more than two hundred) and
a juicy fifteen-minute video.  
  
_That should be enough to impress Jason Rivers_, Michael thought.  
  
The following day, he stayed late after the store had closed so he could print
up a physical version of the picture portfolio. He chose a dozen pictures to
print as eight and a half by elevens; the rest were arranged sixteen to a
sheet. Packaged in a vinyl folder with a CD that contained all the pictures
and the video, Michael was sure his young client would be happy with the work.  
  
So Joey was, a couple of days later, when Michael showed up at the apartment
with the portfolio. He beamed when he saw the pictures and gave a naughty look
upon reading the title on the disk: "Nude Day Audition."  
  
"So, uh, how much do I owe you?" Joey asked.  
  
In answer, Michael stood before the young man as Joey sat upon the well-worn
couch in the dingy apartment, and pushed down his shorts. His erect cock
bobbed out before the kid's face.  
  
"No money," Michael said, taking Joey's head in his hands. "Just open your
mouth."  
  
Several minutes later, his cock still tingling within his shorts after the
satisfying sensation of ejaculating in Joey's mouth, Michael returned to his
car, grinning at the knowledge that not only had he satisfied both his libido
and his fantasies, but that he had his own copies of the pictures and video to
reflect upon.  
  
* * * *  
  
After nearly a month, Michael was not surprised by the fact that he did not
hear from Joey. The kid just wasn't the type to seek people out, Michael knew;
he was imminently submissive, willing to acquiesce to others, offering up his
body once he had determined he was wanted. Michael wished the young man no ill
will, only luck with his future involvement in the world of gay porn.  
  
He was, however, surprised to receive an email from none other than Jason
Rivers himself:  
  
_"Mr. Michael Southern,_  
  
_I'm sending this email because, after having viewed both the pictures and
video you shot of Mr. Joey Timmins, I have to say I'm impressed. Being a small
operation here at Jason Rivers Inc., we're always looking for guys who are
talented on both sides of the camera. I'd like to set up a video chat
interview, if you would be interested. I think my company could use a guy like
you._  
  
_Sincerely,_  
  
_Jason Rivers_  
  
_p.s. If you're interested, we would be willing to set up an exclusive
audition with you and someone you already know well. ;)"_  
  
Michael sat back in his chair at home after reading the email, a smile growing
across his face. _Well, well, whattaya know? A job offer, and I'd get to pound
little Joey again? Now, how can I pass that up?_  
  
He leaned forward and clicked the mouse over the 'reply' icon at the end of
the email.  
  
_-fin-_  
  
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