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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – Funeral

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 5

I blink and open my eyes. Moments later, I hear it again, “Scott?”

So I turn to look at the door and see Audrey’s silhouette in the half-open doorway and the hallway light illuminating her from behind.

“Whizzit?” I grumble.

“I can’t sleep. Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?” Audrey asks and already enters my room.

“Uhh… I… okay.” I answer, not completely awake yet.

“Thanks!” she whispers and walks around my bed to get in on the other side of the queen-sized bed.

But then I realize I’m naked. “I’m… uhh… I’m not wearing anything right now. Do you want me to put on my boxers?”

Audrey doesn’t stop and starts crawling in. After she gets in, she looks at me and shrugs.

“I don’t care. I’ve seen you naked before when I was little. But if you want to, be my guest. It’s your bed, after all.”

“Kay. Good night then, Lil’ Bit,” I say as I move around a bit to find my spot again.

“Night. And thanks,” Audrey whispers as I feel her doing the same.

She never slept with me before, and although I know perfectly well this isn’t anything sexual, I get hard from the idea of this pert little girl in bed next to me, with the events of last night adding to the whole vibe.

The time Audrey saw me naked was a few years ago. She was around seven or eight at the time, and we were swimming in the pool. Gloria was at work, so it was just Glenn, Audrey, and me. At first, when Glenn and Audrey disrobed and jumped in the pool, I felt a bit odd. When I was alone with Glenn, being naked together was never weird. But I realized I had a slight mental block now that this young girl was here too. But when they both called for me to join them, I decided to drop my inhibitions and was in there with them in the blink of an eye. And that was that. We played in the pool, dunked each other, threw a ball around, and did all the stuff you do in a pool. We just did it naked.

After we swam, we dried off, got dressed, and didn’t talk about it anymore. To Glenn and Audrey, it was the most normal thing in the world. Just like it was to me when I was younger. But I guess me being older now caused me to think about it a bit differently.

Staring at the ceiling, I figured sleep wasn’t coming anymore with Audrey next to me. But the last day’s events wore me out more than I expected. The stir beside me awakened me, and I felt Audrey’s arm drape itself over my chest. After lying like this for a few minutes, I glance over to my left and see Audrey lying on her belly, still dressed in her T-shirt and loose-fitting boxers. These boxers are pulled down a bit, showing off the top of her ass crack.

I giggle internally about it when I realize I’m lying here, completely exposed. I kicked off the blanket during the night, and it fell to the floor. I know nudity isn’t an issue to Audrey, but still… But if I move, she wakes up. Oh boy…

As a compromise, I casually drape my right hand over my Johnson. Audrey’s eyes flutter open the moment I move, and immediately a smile spreads across her face.

“Morning, Scott,” she says cheerfully.

“Morning. Sleep well?” I ask, glad that the glumness of last night seems to be gone for now.

“Like a baby!” and she gets up a bit to hug me tightly and says, “Thanks for letting me sleep here with you!”

“Of course,” I say as I hug her back. The moment the hug is done, Audrey sits up straight. Unfortunately, this suddenness doesn’t give me the chance to cover up again, and she openly looks at my penis. Thank god I don’t have morning wood. At that moment, I notice her shirt is inside-out. Was it like that the night before?

Before I can ask about it, Audrey asks, “what do we do today?” She looks me in the face now, clearly not caring about my nakedness.

“Dunno. The only thing we need to do is make sure everything is set for the funeral. So we need to pick out some clothes, get the paperwork ready, that sort of stuff.”

“We’ll do this together, right?” she asks, looking down a bit sad.

“Of course we will, Lil’ Bit! But I need your help as much as you need mine. We’re in this together. But the two of us will get through it. No matter what!” I extend my arms, and Audrey dives in for another hug.

I hear her sniff and just hold her tightly. I don’t know what to say or do. I just want to be there for her the best I can. And I’m confident we’ll manage this together. I really am. Audrey is a bright kid, and Glenn’s attorney promised to help us to the best of his abilities. That’s what Glenn paid him for, after all. But I knew it wasn’t just for the pay. When we left his office yesterday, I learned that he’s a distant relative of Gloria, and Mr. Cohen insisted we’d call him whenever we had questions or needed help, and he’d take care of it.

I start making breakfast as Audrey hits the shower. When she walks into the kitchen, her shoulder-length hair is still wet, and she’s wearing the same short schoolgirl-styled skirt as yesterday. Her tight t-shirt accentuates her newly developed female forms magnificently. Because I’m currently dressed in just my boxers, I quickly sit down to hide my growing dick and look away to prevent it from becoming a full mast. Having a boner would just be too awkward for both of us.

After my shower, I get back in the kitchen, where I find Audrey cleaned everything, but she’s not in the kitchen anymore. Curious about what she’s doing, I head over to the living room to see if maybe she’s outside. The second I enter the living room, I realize something is wrong. I can’t see it right away, but I see Audrey lying there as I round the short space to the corner that leads to the couch. She’s curled up into a ball and crying her eyes out.

I pick her up the best I can and pull her into my lap. I gently rock her from left to right in an attempt to soothe her. The girl in my arms is crying with everything she’s got. I feel so powerless and inadequate to help this heartbroken girl.

“I miss him so much, you know?” she whispers between sobs.

“Shhh… I know, Lil’ bit. Me too,” I whisper back as I keep comforting her.

Tears flow down my cheeks as we sit there for about half an hour. After that, Audrey sits up straight, wipes her eyes, and kisses me on my cheek.

“We need to start doing something. I can’t spend my days crying on the couch,” she sternly says and gets to her feet.

“You know it’s okay to cry, right?”

“I know. And I will. But right now, we need to make sure to give Glenn the best funeral we can.”

This girl just keeps surprising me more and more. I know she needs room to mourn, and I promise myself I’d help her with that. But she’s right. We need to start working on the arrangements.

We spent the entire day calling people, browsing the internet, looking in Glenn’s closets for insurance papers. Finally, at the end of a long day, we’re pretty sure all the correct wheels are set in motion. Neither of us is in the mood to make dinner, so we order Chinese takeout and stare blankly at some lame movie Netflix recommended us.

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?” Audrey asks out of the blue, looking at me with her puppy eyes.

Not seeing any harm in it, I say, “Course, Lil’ Bit. It’ll be good for both of us.”

For things to stay at least a little bit modest, I decide to keep my boxers on as I crawl under the covers. I hate wearing clothes to bed. Every night I pop a few boners, and wearing clothes causes it to get trapped in the fabric, which in turn causes me to wake up. But with a twelve-year-old girl beside me, it’s just the right thing to do even though she doesn’t seem to care less if I’m naked or not.

Audrey enters my room dressed the same as last night. And again, I notice what a fine young woman she’s becoming. I lift the blanket at her side, and as she crawls in, I’m presented with a great view down the front of her t-shirt. I don’t see her tits completely, but the top of her nipples are clearly visible. I quickly look the other way, and as Audrey cuddles up to me, I do my best to think about other things than this girl’s developing breasts.

“Thanks for not being weird about this,” Audrey says as I feel her setting in for the night.

“No problem. Glad to help.”

“Well… I like it, so thanks,” she responds and starts yawning loudly.

“Night, Lil’Bit,” I say and kiss her on her forehead, tired too from the stressful day.

The following days are all centered around getting the funeral arranged. We select a casket, hire a funeral director, select a caterer, that sort of stuff. We also make sure the place under the tree, next to Gloria’s grave in the back of the yard, is ready. During all these tasks, Audrey and I basically act as one. In addition, Mr. Cohen makes sure all the insurances are taken care of and that everything is paid for.

So, eventually, the big day arrives. I wake up before Audrey does, glad the poor girl had some sleep. As I lay in bed, thinking about the dreadful day ahead, I feel Audrey stir beside me.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey. This is the day. How do you feel?”

“I did sleep a few hours. Didn’t expect that.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I wish this day was over…” she says, barely above a whisper.

“So do I, Lil’ Bit. We’ll stick together today and get through it. You and me. Deal?”

Audrey looks at me, and with a vague smile, she says, “That sounds like a deal!”

We get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast together. Neither of us eats a whole lot since we’re too tense about the day ahead of us. However, the funeral director is right on time, and at practically the same time, Mr. Cohen arrives. Together, we recheck the schedule of the day, which visibly puts Audrey at ease.

The funeral was… well… a funeral. We cried a lot but also chuckled at some old stories from Glenn’s earlier life. I was surprised to see almost all my special forces crew members showed up. We talked a bit after the funeral was done and agreed to meet up sometime in the near future to discuss my role in the team. But they also assured me to take as much time as I needed.

“I’m SO glad this is over!” Audrey says as she kicks off her shoes and falls on the couch.

“Me too. But, honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I expected,” I say as I kick off my own shoes and loosen my tie.

Audrey looks thoughtful, and after a few moments, she says, “guess you’re right. Just not the moment the casket went down…”

“That was bad, yeah,” I admit.

“That was so… permanent, you know?”

“Yeah. The definitive ending of Glenn. A turning point for us to go on with our lives, I guess.”

“Yeah…” Audrey whispers as she looks at one of the caterers outside hauling out the last chairs we rented.

“Sorry for being so philosophical,” I say, realizing I’m blabbering.

“No problem. I know what you mean,” she sighs.

I’m a bit surprised we don’t cry at this moment. But then again, we cried enough during the funeral. So maybe the tears dried up. I do feel an urge to get a drink, though. So I walk over to the liquor cabinet and pour myself a big glass of whiskey. I’m about to turn around when I hear Audrey say behind me, “Can I have one too, please?”

I didn’t see too much harm in it, considering the day we had. So I pour a little bit in a glass and join her on the couch.

“Ahh… That’s nice,” she says next to me as she polishes it off in one gulp.

“You’ve had some before?” I ask, amazed.

“A few times, yeah. Glenn didn’t want to drink alone on special occasions. So last year, he started giving me some too. Always just a bottom of whiskey, though. Never much.”

I feel surprised hearing this. I know Glenn was a free-spirited guy, but I didn’t expect him to do this. To me, it isn’t a big deal, but some people might think differently about it. I was determined not to make a habit out of it, which of course meant I had to cut down on the drinking too.

After about an hour of small talk on the couch, I notice Audrey looking tired. Feeling drained after today, I suggest we go to bed. So we clean up and head off to bed. I quickly disrobe and slide under the covers, wondering where Audrey is. Moments later, she walks in, and I see she switched her white blouse for a light-blue tube top.

“Can’t sleep in my blouse, and I hate wearing a bra to bed,” she says as she sees me checking her out.

“I get it,” I respond as casually as I can but feel my dick stiffen and press against the fabric of my boxers as I can’t keep my eyes from the nipples showing through her half-transparent top.

The moment she drops her skirt and her laced hipster-style panties come into view, I’m instantly in full-blown boner town. This is awkward. Out of precaution, I place my hand over my boner. Just in case she suddenly cuddles up and touches my boner through my boxers. This way, I’ll have a way to deflect her. She turns around and stands there looking thoughtful as I let my eyes roam over her magnificent nubile body. I’m not sure if she’s standing there so I can check her out, but I certainly seize the opportunity.

After a few moments, she lifts the blanket and crawls in. And, just as I expected, she cuddles up to me. As she settles in, I feel her hard nipple press against my chest through the thin fabric of her tube top, and she lifts her leg to drape it over me. Then, just before I can say anything, her legs stops moving, just a hair short of my sack.

“Night, Scott.”

“Night, Lil’ Bit,” I respond, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

I lay there contemplating what had just happened. Is she showing off to me? Am I reading into something that isn’t there? Is she, like Glenn and Gloria, just more open about her body than most people?

An image of her standing there in her semi-transparent tube top and laced pink panties fills my mind. She looks sexy as fuck with her raven-black hair just over her shoulders, accentuating her white skin and blue top. Maybe I need to convince her to sleep in her own bed again before this gets out of hand. But, despite all that, sleep comes quickly.

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Finally!

UPDATE:

The complete story is published!!!! I also uploaded the eBook (in both .PDF as .ePub format), the complete Audio books are online and I edited the original Audio book page where all my audio books can be downloaded (you can find it here).

I really hope y’all enjoy the story! Please!! Let me know what you think of it. Both E-o-F and I want to learn from you how to improve our writing.


I can finally say that the new story is ready. The last two chapters still need some rework and polishing up, but since I’m going to publish this one with the same pace as I did with ‘Smoky Mountains,’ we’ve still got some time left.

E-o-F and I started talking about the outline of this story in late April early May 2021. I tried talking E-o-F into full co-authorship, but he didn’t bite 😊, and to be honest, I’m glad he didn’t. Our styles differ just too much (and I think this is true for every author out there) to create a story together. It’ll show. And that’s not a good thing.

Besides our style difference, we both use a different approach. Maybe you’re familiar with it, maybe not. E-o-F is an Architect, where I’m a gardener (more info: https://www.grantwriterteam.com/blog/grant-writing/whats-your-writing-style/). I honestly think both approaches have their pros and cons. But since E-o-F DID offer to write a chapter, I had to adapt. Not because an architect can’t work with a gardener (or the vice-versa), but because he needs to know WHAT to write. All the characters are in my head, and I know stuff like hair color and such, or I’ll just make it up when needed. E-o-F obviously doesn’t have that info. So I needed to become more or less an architect so that E-o-F could do his part.

Doing so, was quite an eye-opening experience. I won’t say I’m going to change my style. But I will prepare myself better when I start a new story. That’s something I’m taking away from this experience, and I want to thank E-o-F for showing me the advantages of thinking things through.

As I mentioned before, it’s a big one! 150K+ words is enormous! There are nineteen chapters and (I know…) an epilogue. As with Smoky Mountains, I don’t recommend reading the epilogue. But if you need closure, be my guest. There is no sex or anything in that one, just the tying up of loose ends. The big E-o-F chapter is chapter seventeen. That chapter alone is bigger than most stories you’ll find here. It’s got 36K+ words! But I promise it’s worth it!! It took me a few tries to get to the finish 😉

The story itself centers around Scott. He’s moved around a lot and lived primarily on a lot of different army bases. But when they meet Glenn, his life changes dramatically. Scott’s dad wants him to be a manly man, but Scott wants to be creative. And Glenn’s a professional photographer, so they hit it off instantly. I hope it isn’t too confusing, but there are two timelines. One with a young Scoot, and one where he learns to live to cope with Glenn’s passing.

The island, La Isla de Aquinas, is completely fictional. I needed a nice place in the Caribbean, so I checked Google Maps. There are a lot of islands out there, but I needed it to be fictional. And since most of these islands are named after some sort of Catholic Saint, I needed something like that too. So I stumbled upon Saint Thomas Aquinas, and the island was born. The friction between Colombia and Nicaragua is completely made-up too! So please, don’t feel offended by it! I needed a backstory, and this seemed plausible.

I know it took me almost a year to write, and I didn’t publish anything in that period. But I’m not the kind of writer who can put a story on the back burner and let it sit there for a while, in the meantime writing a completely different story. It just doesn’t work like that for me. But I was invested in this story and the characters, and so was E-o-F. So that’s why I felt the desperate need to finish it. This made me realize I need my next stories to be (much) shorter. I’m not necessarily a ‘quick wank story’ kind of guy, so there always be some kind of development. But 150K is something else…

And E-o-F deserves a lot of credit on this one!! We outlined the whole story together, he had a few good ideas we incorporated, he urged me to start writing in the present tense, which I did in about half the chapters. And he was there when I needed him! I had a few moments where I wasn’t in a good place with this story and wanted to drop out. But, each time, he put me back on track and helped me out whenever he could.

So as much as it’s my story, it’s E-o-F’s!!! Thanks again, Ed!!!!

I’ll update this post each time I publish a new chapter. If you subscribe to the email list, you’ll get an email from me the moment I publish the latest chapter (and other new stories, for that matter). I promise that’s the only goal of this list! No spam, unnecessary emails, or other annoying stuff. I’m paying all of this out of my own pocket here, so why would I do that? There are easier ways to make money off this site, but I choose not to.

I really, really hope you enjoy the story! After all, that’s why I write. I’m not a fan-service kind of guy, and I don’t NEED to write it down. It’s already inside my head, you know? But it’s relaxing to me, and the reward of getting comments (and I mean it that both good AND bad comments feel rewarding) is what drives me forward at the end of the day. Enjoy!!

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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – He’s dead

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 1

“Try to see it my way…” I say to Jack, who’s looking doubtful at me, “I want to do something more with my life. Maybe I’ll…”

I’m interrupted by Kevin shouting at us from the comms tent, holding up the satellite phone, and waving at me. I look at Jack, who just nods, and I hurry over to the tent.

“Hello?” I ask curiously after I take the phone from Kevin.

“You’re mister Scott Harris, correct?” the voice on the other side of the line informs.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” I say, fearing what will come after hearing the formal voice on the other side of the line.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news for you,” he says, and after a short pause, “I’m sad to inform you that Mr. Taylor passed away this morning.”

It’s as if time stands still, and I feel like someone kicks me in my stomach. Glenn dead? But how? And what about Audrey? And, what happened? It takes me a few moments, and as I steady myself against the table, I regain my senses.

“Mr. Harris?” the voice says calmly.

“Yeah… sorry… I’m here. It’s just that… I didn’t expect this.”

“I understand. Mr. Taylor died this morning because of heart and lung failure. He was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of lung cancer just last week. I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Harris.”

“Thank you. I’m… why didn’t he let me know he was sick?” I hear myself ask, knowing perfectly well that the person on the other end won’t or can’t tell me this, but there were just too many questions popping up in my head.

“I don’t know, Mr. Harris. But it all happened very quickly, that much I know. But… em… the main reason I’m calling you is because of the last will of Mr. Taylor. And, of course, about his daughter Audrey. Are you available to come to my office to take over the testament and settle some urgent matters?”

“I’m currently abroad, but I think I can arrange something for tomorrow afternoon. Is that an option for you?”

“Of course, Mr. Harris. Does four p.m. suit you?” he asks politely.

“I think I can manage that, yes,” I say, a bit blown away by it all.

The man gives me the address and extends his condolences again. I thank him, hang up the phone, and sit down on the nearest chair.

“Bad news?” I hear Jack ask.

“Yeah. Glenn died this morning. I need to get back to the states.”

“Fuck! That’s bad. I’m sorry, man,” he says and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. Me too,” I say, fighting to hold back my tears. The last thing I want is to cry in front of the guys.

“Well, the job’s done here anyways. So that won’t be a problem. I’m sure if I ask Mike, he’ll fly you back to the mainland immediately,” Jack says, his hand still on my shoulder.

“Thanks. Appreciate it. You know I’m getting out now, right?” I say softly.

“I know. And we’ll see. It’s been long enough here anyway, so I wouldn’t worry about that too much now. So you get your stuff, and I’ll go ask Mike.”

I watch Jack leave the tent we’re currently sitting in. Right now, we’re in the middle of the jungle, searching for a wanted drug lord and rebel leader. This is our fifteenth consecutive job on this island I have come to love so much.

We’re at a reasonably sized island in the Caribbean called Isla de Aquinas. With its location a bit north of Colombia and east of Nicaragua, the climate is fantastic. But geopolitically, it’s a nightmare. So that’s the main reason my group and me have been here on and off for five years in a row, doing all sorts of covert operations for different reasons and different parties.

We’re currently at a small camp owned by the Colombian army. Our job is to eliminate the drug lord during his inspection of the production fields. These drugs are supposed to fund his campaign against the current, Colombian-oriented leader. Combined with Nicaraguan funds, this drug money would give him a serious chance to overthrow the current leader. Several mighty people didn’t want that to happen, so they called us.

We planned this job for over a month, and we spent more than a week in the jungle. So staying in some form of civilization now is nice, but getting this news by satellite phone sure as hell isn’t.

After high school, I joined the army. I didn’t do it just to please my dad. No. I aimed for the elite forces because I wanted to do all sorts of crazy shit all over the world and be damn good at it. THAT was what I wanted to do and eventually ended up doing.

I’ve done all sorts of crazy missions with our small but close crew. We’re the guys they call when it needs to be done, preferably without anyone knowing. And they almost always deny our presence and existence. This is fine with me. I get to do what I like best, and the pay is more than excellent.

But lately, after another covert operation in another jungle and another briefing by yet another bloated suited guy, I felt tired and fed-up. I wanted to do something more with my life. My entire life, I never really grounded anywhere. And after all this time, I want a place for my own to call home. Despite the fantastic teammates I work with, I have had it with being alone.

Between missions, I always visited Glenn as much as I could. He was more of a father to me than my real dad. My father served in the army for as long as I can remember. He is a high-ranking officer and changes base at least once a year. He dragged my mom and me with him across the world. By the time I turned eleven, I had lived in fourteen different countries around the globe. But when we met Glenn during our time in Seattle, my life changed. My mom and dad became friends with him and his wife, and I stayed over at his place a lot! I finally had a normal place I could go to and feel welcome.

My mom did everything she could to build us a comfy home each time we moved, but it was always on base, and the houses all looked the same over there. So it just never felt like home. But when I was at Glenn’s place, I was home.

And now he’s dead.

I gather my things, lost in my thoughts, hearing Jack yell at me. “Mike’s ready to leave, Scott!”. So I quickly drop the last of my stuff in my bag and walk over to the chopper. Jack waits there with a serious look.

“You okay, man?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Thanks.”

Jack gives me a firm hug, slaps me on my back, and steps aside to let me through. “We’ll talk later. But, first, we need to get you home. Take care.”

I nod, walk over to the chopper, and quickly get inside. Before I know it, we’re airborne and on our way to the big camp on the Colombian mainland, where a plane will take me back to Seattle. As we get higher, I notice a few of the guys looking. I wave at them, and they wave back. But at that moment, I’m sure I’ll never see them in a setting like this anymore.

“Bad news?” Mike’s voice asks, his voice sounding tinny as always through these headphones.

“Yeah,” I say as I keep looking outside, ”my best friend died today.”

“Shit, man. I’m sorry,” he responds thoughtfully.

Like most helicopter pilots, Mike is a strange but very likable guy. He‘s the typical adrenaline junkie, but he’s also the best damn pilot I ever met. He pulled us out of a tight spot numerous times, and I owe him my life. At least three times.

“Yeah. Me too,” I softly say, lost in my thoughts.

Mike drops me off at the large Colombian Air Force base, where a plane is already waiting. This is all very unusual, but the Colombian army is grateful for our help, so they help us out in return. Before I get out, Mike looks at me, pats me on my back, and smiles weakly.

“Take care, man!”

“You too. Don’t crash, okay?” I smile.

“Stay alive, okay?” he smiles back.

We always say this to each other when I exit his chopper. It became a running gag over the years, but we both like it, and it kinda grew on us. We bump fists, and I wave goodbye as I walk over to the plane.

It is way past noon when I enter my Seattle apartment. I shower, shave, and as I browse through my closet for decent clothes, I stumble across an old picture of Glenn and me together in his backyard. I take it in my hand and need to sit down on the bed as tears start forming in my eyes. This sure brings back some memories…

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A small preview

A small preview

Hi folks,

It’s been way too long since you last heard from me, so I think it’s time for a small preview. A LOT is going on at home. My wife got infected with COVID, and now one of my children is too. Work is crazy, and one of my best friends is getting a divorce. I hope you can imagine this is all not very helpful in the writing department.

But there’s also some good news! The new story is coming along slowly but steadily. E-o-F even has his (huge, but freakin’ hot!!!) chapter finished. We’re in the process of proofreading and fine-tuning with that one. My part, however, is still not finished. And I know all of you want to know when it’s finished. Trust me… I want to know too 🙂 There are days I write two to three thousand words. And there are weeks where nothing comes out.


The story is about a guy who inherits a photo studio. But, of course, there’s more. Way more. At the moment, it’s all the basics I’m willing to give away. But… and this is the first time at https://jasoncrow.eu, I’m posting a short preview. Consider it a small appetizer from E-o-F and me to you.


Enjoy!

After over an hour of tinkering, changing bits and pieces, and making sure the lights were just right, Glenn called, “That’s a wrap!”

Glenn looked satisfied and, despite my modest experience, I saw Steven was a far better model than John was. And, of course, his big pecs under the black leather jacket helped a lot too.
After Steven was gone, Glenn and I started breaking down the Terminator set and setting up the black and white Scarface background. Tomorrow, a guy named Joe de Niro would come by to be Scarface. This would probably be the center of the male calendar because this guy was the VP of sales and, with a name like that, he was destined for this cover.

After we were done with the initial setup, the thought about how clumsy John was at the first shoot entered my mind. And an idea popped into my head.

“Is it that difficult to pose correctly?”

Glenn looked over, smiled, and said, “Apparently. That John guy sucked. Steven was way better.”

“Can I try posing as a model? We’ve got a good backdrop now. I don’t wanna be Scarface, but I want to try posing and you giving directions. Is that weird?”

“Nah. It’s not weird, Bud. I’ll grab my new camera, and we’ll start doing some portfolio pics.”

I knew what portfolio pics were, but I wasn’t pursuing a modeling career. I just wanted to experience what modeling meant. So I guess shooting a bunch of portfolio shots was a good way to start.

Glenn turned on the studio lights and said, “Okay, Bud. Stand over there and act naturally. Maybe take off your shoes and socks. I heard from other models that this made them feel more at ease.”

I kicked off my shoes, got rid of my socks, and awkwardly got in front of the backdrop in just my white t-shirt, pale blue Levi’s 501 jeans, and white fruit of the looms. I didn’t know where to put my hands or how to look. But with Glenn’s pointers and reassuring words, I was getting more and more comfortable posing for the camera.

“Can you take off your t-shirt?” Glenn asked after about two dozen shots of me in an equal amount of different poses, “That way, I can take the best headshot.”

I didn’t have to think twice about it. I trusted Glenn completely and wanted to experience the whole shebang. So a moment later, my shirt flew through the room and landed near Glenn’s feet. Glenn got real close to me and started taking my headshots while directing me how to look and what to do. Next, where the three-quarter and full-length shots. But standing here without a shirt stirred something inside me. It made me feel sexy and attractive.

So as Glenn was lining me up in his lens, I started smiling coyly at him and slowly unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. I knew this exposed the waistband of my underwear, and it somehow made me feel sexier doing so.

Glenn lowered his camera and looked at me with that same look I saw yesterday by the pool when he looked at me beating off.

“Just do what comes naturally now. I’ll stop talking and just shoot away, okay?” Glenn said softly.

I just nodded but knew precisely what he meant. I had to forget there was a camera and just go for it.

And that’s exactly what I did. I turned my back to the camera and looked over my shoulder while pushing my ass back. I unbuttoned another button and felt myself grow stiffer as I did this. I wasn’t fully hard yet but was getting more aroused by the minute.

I turned back around, facing Glenn. I put both my hands behind my head, stretching my upper body this way. I felt my pants slide down a bit as I did this, but I had just enough buttons left to prevent my pants from sliding off my hips.

Glenn got closer and focused on my midsection. I could see he had the top of my pants, undies, and belly button in the frame. After two shots, he got back and shot me at full length again.

Once I saw Glenn was ready, I placed my right hand on my cheek and slowly moved it down my chest toward the waistband of my undies. Next, I slid my fingers inside and stopped just short of my willie. I felt more aroused than I’ve ever been, doing stuff this kinky in front of a camera. And it must’ve shown because Glenn whispered, “Oh yeah. That’s a great look.”

This encouraged me even more, so I slowly took my fingers from my undies and agonizingly slow moved them toward the buttons of my jeans. The moment I loosened the third button, my jeans slid down my hips and crumbled around my feet.

I heard Glenn gasp at the sight. I knew he did his best to make me feel like he wasn’t there, but he apparently couldn’t hold up the act entirely. I felt my stiffy tenting out my white underwear, but it made me feel in control and powerful. I stepped out of my jeans, kicked them aside, and posed with my hands behind my head again.

I let Glenn take his shots before I moved both my hands down my body toward my stiff willie. When I reached the waistband, I let one hand slip inside at my hip while the other grabbed the base of my stiffy through my underwear to emphasize its hardness.

I stood like that for a few moments before the hand at my hip started pulling down my undies. My other hand kept gripping the base, which caused my bald pubes to come into view. My other hand prevented me from showing more.

As I opened my eyes, I saw Glenn standing there with the camera in front of his face. But my eyes immediately dropped to his groin, where his willie was obscenely tenting his jeans. Seeing this urged me on even more, and I looked directly into the lens as my hand let go of my stiffy. The moment I let go, my undies slipped past my stiffy, which slapped loudly against my belly and bounced down and up once more before pointing toward the ceiling.

Standing there exposed and as hard as I’ve ever been, caused my arousal to reach heights I never felt before. Glenn didn’t say anything, nor did he move. He just held the camera in front of his face, anticipating my next move.

I quickly wiggled out of my fruit of the looms and kicked these aside too. Then, not really knowing what to do, I grabbed my stiffy, ensuring my dickhead was still exposed, and smiled at the camera. This caused Glenn to whisper, “Oh yeah… that’s hot..” he moved in to take a close-up of my hand-wrapped stiffy. After three or four shots, I expected him to back up after these shots, but instead, he moved up to take close-up shots of my belly and chest all the way up to my bony shoulders and thin neck.

“Turn sideways,” Glenn said, still barely above a whisper.

So I turned sideways, which allowed Glenn to catch my butt, hip, and stiffy in one shot. I let go of my stiffy, and it was now twitching with anticipation. I didn’t wait for Glenn to give me more instructions. I just grabbed it in my hand and started stroking it, Glenn still close by.

I closed my eyes, and since all of this turned me on incredibly, I already knew this wasn’t going to take long. The tingle in my willie was stronger than it ever was before, and as my hand moved up and down, I heard myself moan loudly.

What happened next was almost an out-of-body experience. All sounds around me tuned out, and my vision was off. I only saw my body clearly. The rest around me was blurry. My main focus was the fantastic feeling in my willie and my stroking hand. I felt my balls contract against my body as my willie started kicking in my hand. I wasn’t cumming, but the feeling was almost the same. And then, only a few heartbeats later, I exploded. The kicking in my hand intensified, and sparks fired off in my brain. I felt my legs grow weak and fell to the floor. All the while, my willie kept twitching, and I couldn’t see anything.

“You okay, Bud?” I heard in the distance. And a moment later, “Scott!?”

I lazily opened my eyes and saw Glenn standing there with a worried look on his face.

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just…”

I got a bit more comfortable on the floor as I enjoyed the afterglow of my orgasm.

“Hold still!” Glenn said enthusiastically, “you look perfect lying like this.”

I didn’t care. I felt a bit exposed this way, but it was still a big turn-on to be photographed like this. My still stiff willie was sticking up proudly from my groin, and I had one hand behind my head. This must be a great thing to look at. At least according to the way Glenn was acting now.

After six or seven more shots, there was the familiar sound of the end of the roll. I got back to earth and smiled at Glenn.

“Did I do okay for the first time?”

“Shit!! You did an extraordinary job! I never had anyone in front of my camera who acted more natural and at ease as you did!”

That’s all, folks! Stay tuned for more…

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