“What are you doing?” he asked, chuckling a bit. It was hard to tell if he was amused or uncertain.
“I guess I’m taking a selfie with your ass.”
I giggled; I felt giddy with excitement and lust, so it wasn’t too hard to lean into those emotions. Archer’s ass jiggled as my laughter worked its way through his body. I tilted my head and planted my lips against the dimple on his right cheek. I gave it a tender peck.
“Guess that gives new meaning to being an ass kisser,” I said.
“I don’t get it.”
So fucking dumb. So fucking hot. His skin had felt incredibly soft against my lips. They tingled with passion. “Turn around and face the camera,” I said.
Archer made a swift one-eighty. He looked down at me. His face had the same dopey, beaming quality that I’d grown to love. His eyes twinkled with naïveté. His cock was just a few inches from my nose. It was large enough even flaccid that it would cover most of my face if I positioned us at the correct angle.
“What’s this picture for?” he asked.
“Kind of the same as the last one, except this one also shows that I’ve got experience being with hung guys.”
“But… you don’t,” Archer said, seemingly confused.
Well, I have more experience than you know, I thought to myself. Just looking at his swinging rod was making my mouth fill with saliva. It was something my body had learned over the repeated oral ‘cock washing’ sessions.
“Well, remember this is meant to help make it so guys want to hook up with me. I don’t think being totally honest will get me the results I’m looking for.”
“Ohhhh!” He said it in that way where you can hear the light switch flipping in someone’s mind. It was oddly endearing.
“Something’s wrong,” I said. “Your abs and thighs are all shiny, so your crotch looks kind of dry by comparison.”
“I’m sorry, B. I can go get a towel and try to wipe off my skin.”
I began to walk away before he’d even finished speaking. I went over to the desk drawer. I pulled out a small bottle of lube I’d planted in it earlier; I squirted a plentiful amount into one of my palms. “No, don’t worry. I think shiny looks better for the pictures. I think I have a solution.” I returned next to his side. I looked down at his dick; my eyes were wide with anticipation.
“What’s the… Oh!”
Archer gasped as I wrapped my lube-filled hand around his shaft. I could literally see the air rushing from his chest as his eight pack firmed up. He froze in place. I began to glide my dripping hand up and down the length of his shaft.
It happened in a matter of seconds. His dick flooded with blood. My grip had to widen as his cock came to life.
“I’m sorry, B,” Archer stammered right when his dick fully became rock hard. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“My bad,” I said, removing my hand from his rigid rod. “I didn’t think you’d react that way or else I’d have had you do it yourself.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve never had a dude touch me like that. I guess my dick got confused. Your hands are so small. Maybe it thought you were a girl?” Archer tried to make himself a laugh, but I could sense something other than humor beneath it. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was, though.
“Well, having it hard is probably better for the pictures anyway.”
“Oh, then I guess that’s good.”
I dropped back down to my knees. His ten inches looked so delectable. I used all of my willpower to keep myself from doing what I’d do at the beginning of every shift when he’d go into the bathroom stall.
I pressed my head against his tree-trunk thigh. I wrapped my hands around it to show how small I was in comparison.
“Can you position your dick so it’s tilting down towards the ground?”
Archer wrapped his large right mitt around the base. He tweaked his meat so it was aiming at the floor. I knew it would better show off just how massive he was for any picture I might want to snag later.
“Now just run your hand up and down the length. It’ll make it easier for me to just pause the video and find the best image.”
Archer began to glide his hand up and down his large pole. He quizzically gazed down at what he was doing. He was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. “It feels like I’m jerking off or something,” he said while snickering.
No fucking duh. My dick began to vibrate as I watched him intently pull his pud. I could tell from the look on his face that he was enjoying himself.
“Nah, you’re just posing,” I said. “Modeling has people do lots of stuff to feel like it’s real just to get a photo — like, girls will act like they are drinking when all they are doing is bring a glass to their lips and pretending to swallow.”
“Oh… that’s sneaky! I never knew that.”
I held onto him and enjoyed the show for a few minutes. The kindling inside my belly was starting to stoke itself into a fire again. When the first drop on pre-cum slipped from his slit, my balls spasmed with excitement.
“Do you think you got the picture yet?” Archer asked.
I’d almost spaced out. I’d just been riding on the high of watching my hot, dumb jock jerk himself off for me while being oblivious to what was actually happening.
“Yeah, I think we got the shot.”
Archer immediately let go of his dick. It sprung back to its default position, jutting straight out in front of him. It had started to turn the shade of red I’d regularly see when I’d blow him. It looked like it was still pulsing a bit from all the stimulation.
“That was weird,” Archer said. “I know it was just modeling, but it felt like the real thing. I was worried what might happen if I didn’t stop.”
“Well, I’ve read that the best models feel like what they are acting out is real in the moment.” I hopped back up to my feet while using Archer’s sturdy frame to help guide me upwards. I grabbed at the cleft at the top of his hip for a handhold. “There’s only one more shot I’m hoping to get. It might take a while, though, and it’ll involve a lot of posing. Are you up for it?”
“Hells yeah! I don’t go back on my promises, bud. I said I’d help you get the pictures you need, so I’m your model until you have the shots you want.”
I marched over towards the desk and sauntered back pulling the wooden chair that always sat behind it with me. I positioned it so it was facing the camera. “Sit down,” I instructed.
Archer lowered himself onto the chair; his impressive physique almost obscured its oak frame completely. His legs went into a majestic man-spread, with his large balls falling down onto the seat. His thick rod stuck upwards, pointing towards the ceiling.
I ambled over to where I’d left the bottle of lube. I casually picked it up and tossed it to Archer. He looked at it with slight confusion.
“Can you put some more of this on your dick?” I asked.
“Sure, man.”
He popped the top and squirted an ample amount onto his hard rod. He began working it into his shaft with one hand while he placed the bottle on the floor next to the leg of his chair. He looked like sex on wheels with his cock gliding in and out of his large mitt.
“So, what’s next?” Archer asked. “I feel kind of silly just sitting here spanking the monkey.”
What is next? I asked myself. I’d fantasized a lot about what I wanted to happen that night, but it still felt extraordinarily far-fetched. I just have to go for it. I’ll always regret it if I don’t.