I had never seen this before
[quote]"Wow. I could sell pictures of that!" I hooted later that evening. Chan stood in my doorway, wrapped in a fuzzy white towel, holding a bottle of laundry detergent. Seeing him walk past my door, combined with the rapport we'd developed earlier, resulted in my uncharacteristic outburst. "Oh, yeah. Can I take your picture again?" I asked him. "I have a wallpaper site, and I've had some people pose for me. How would you like to be one of my models? I couldn't pay you much, but at least you'll be able to buy some beer or something." He nodded in a half-disbelieving way, but with enough self-confidence that I got the feeling he's used to being ogled and enjoys it a little. I shot a few frames of him in the towel and then followed him down the hall to his room. The desk is covered with tapes and papers. A few football trophies stand at attention on his shelf, flanked by pictures of Chan with his girlfriend from back home.
[quote]"What do you want me to do?" he asked. "I'm not sure what kind of pictures you want. I just beat off an hour ago, though." My mind locks on to that statement. Would you be jerking off for my camera if you hadn't? I thought incoherently. The lack of self-consciousness in his statement unlocked my sense of professionalism--this kid wanted to be directed and would do anything I want. His only stipulation was that he didn't want the coach to find out about the pictures. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. Turning away from me, he let the towel drop to the floor and stepped into the shorts, pulling them up and covering the sight of his ass. The boy looked good, and my mind kept ticking off strategies for hiding an erection I never developed. Behind the camera, I don't register normal emotions. I should've been panting and drooling over this young football player standing half-naked in front of me, but I didn't.
[quote]I tried a variety of angles and poses, switching out the lens to see what effects I could get. The box fan in the corner, the fridge, the bed--each visual distraction reinforced my desire to buy a professional backdrop when I could afford it. I had him put on a pair of shorts and sit on his bed, holding his football, as though he were having a quiet moment before the big game. Nothing says "jock" like holding a football, and I could hear the sighs of gay men everywhere as he stood in front of the mirror with his cock tenting his shorts.
[quote]"What about your butt? Would you go nude?" He thought about it a second. "I don't know. I'd better not this time." "Okay. What other underwear do you have in there?"He rummaged around again and came out with another pair. He turned away and stripped off his shorts and underwear in one motion. "For the record, this is where I could've shot your butt," I joked. He laughed and pulled on the other shorts. I directed him to the bed and had him stretch out, pretending to sleep. More frames. Then I ran out of film. Shit.
[quote]"Stay right there," I told him. I rushed down to my room and snagged two rolls of color film I'd been saving for the Nature Trail. I had only shot a few frames when the telephone rang. He answered with a "Hello, sis." I continued to work the phone into the shoot, quietly motioning for him to stand this way or that. "Hmmm?" He asked his sister. "No, I've just got a video playing." A sudden perverse instinct took over. I gestured for him to lay back on his bed and shot a few close-ups of the bulge in his underwear. I motioned for him to rub himself. Might as well make this look like an ad for phone sex, I thought. He didn't balk at the idea, either. His hands went straight for the money. I finally ran out of film and thanked him for his time. "This site of yours," he asked. "Is it mostly men or mostly women who look at it?" "Well, it's geared toward men, but it's really a mix." I thought This is where he threatens me and tries to take back the film. "Oh, okay. Good night."
