Hi folks,

It’s been way too long since you last heard from me. 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!

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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!”

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