That’s another story

(Part one of a trilogy)

By Biard Zukitoff

" I’ve been approached by one of my students who wondered whether you like to do some private modelling work for us" The tutor said, as I began to dress.

I was a life model for a photographic course at the local University and had been doing the work for over a year, so these type of requests were not unusual, and it came as no real surprise as there were one or two of the students who were really excellent and very artistic.

But as I thought about it for a few seconds, I realised that this was not the usual form or manner in which the requests were made, so I turned to look at him in order to gauge what was different this time.

" What sort of private work?" I queried.

"Well that’s the thing you see," He said hesitantly.

I waited for an explanation that was not long in coming.

"You see there are a couple of my best students that want to do a mixed male and female session"

I knew the University’s policy on this sort of thing, it was strictly forbidden as they had a code of moral ethics which did not allow naked male and female models in the same studio at the same time, I suppose because they thought they would start fornicating in front of the students and give them ideas, not that most of them needed any.

"I’d supervise of course," he added as if that would satisfy any disquiet I might have had.

"Yes, I understand" Thinking that he just probably wanted to get a good hard on looking at the pair of us running around together in the nude.

"Well" I said "I’m OK with it"

"Good, good, the other thing is can you find a female model who willing to do that sort of thing?"

"Oh, I think I can arrange that" I said with a smile, "Just leave it to me" as I now realised, that what he really wanted, was a male and female to fuck for the cameras.

"How much are your students paying"

"Well we sort of thought about �150 each would be fair if that alright"

"Yeah, that sounds fine" I said, thinking it sounded great for a few hours of enjoyment.

I went home that evening thinking of all my female acquaintances that might be suitable and on reaching the flat telephoned one who would most likely be agreeable both to the idea and in looks.

I reached Natasha on my third try and when I put the proposition to her she readily agreed, which somewhat surprised me as I had never had any romantic, sexual or modelling connections with her and only knew her through a friend of a friend, I was taking a risk, because as far as I knew, she had not done any modelling and my belief that she had a good body was solely based on seeing her in her street clothes.

But despite my trepidation I returned to the University the following morning and looked up the Tutor confirming to him that it was all arranged, I told him I had found someone and all he needed to confirm was a date, time and location.

"That’s easy the place is mine, the date if this coming Thursday and the time, well shall we say about 10 a.m. or is that too early?" He said, hastily scribbling a note of his address on a piece of paper.

"No that’s fine, if I don’t I don’t see you before, I’ll see you then"

I have to say the prospect of the upcoming appointment filled me with some trepidation but mostly anticipation as to what Natasha would be like in the flesh and how she would perform.

The evening before the appointed day I took a long warm bath and contemplated how I would perform the following day. It was not as though I had done this sort of thing before, I mean, of course I had sex, lots of it, but not in front of a number of people, I was not embarrassed by walking around naked in front of them, I did that at the University, it was the thought of actually fucking in front of them that worried me.

Suppose they didn’t like my performance, or suppose I shot my load and couldn’t get hard again, all these thought went through my head as I lay in the water thinking about it. Suddenly a thought struck me and I got out of the bath and ran to the phone to call a friend of mine.

The phone was answered after the fourth ring.

"Peter, it’s me," I said.

"Hi, how are you?"

"I need some advice."

"Of course what can I do for you?"

I had know Peter for several years, he had started out starring in porn films where he made a fair few bob, but now he had progressed into actually making them which he reckoned would make him even more money.

I spent the next few minutes telling him about the photo shoot the next day and voicing my fears about my performance, literally.

"Don’t worry about it," He said in a calm voice. "Do you have any cum shots?"

"How the hell would I know?" I said.

"Well let me touch on a few personal matters that we’ve never talked about before, firstly are you circumcised?"

"No, what the hell has that got to do with it?"

"Well it’s a well known fact that if you were, your cock would be less sensitive than if your not"

"So, how do I get around that?"

"Well, hang on, when was the last time you had a fuck or jacked off?

"I don’t know, about a week ago I guess."

"Well, that means that you about as full as your likely to get, and if that’s the case you’ve got to get rid of it"

"How?" I asked stupidly.

"How do you fucking think?" He replied.

"Oh I see, is that all right, I mean won’t it affect my performance?"

"Yes of course it will, with any luck you’ll be slower to cum"

"Yes OK, but what do I do about the sensitivity thing?"

"You jack off several times tonight that’ll empty out your balls and make it slower for you to cum, then in the morning go and get some lidocane spray from the pharmacy, it comes in a little can that you spray of the end of your cock to make it less sensitive, the rest as they say is down to you, and another thing shave your body hair, there’s nothing more ugly than a guy covered with a blanket of black hair, and finally let me ask you, do you have any trouble getting it hard? Only I’ve got some injections here that will make you hard for a week," he added

"No thanks, once I see a bit of pussy, it goes up and won’t come down, but the other info is great, I knew you’d know what to do and thanks" I said, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, rang off.

I returned to the bathroom, towelled off and stood inspecting myself in the bathroom mirror, not bad I thought, then an idea struck me I could go and have a sauna and massage, that would kill two birds with one stone, there were some decidedly dodgy ones in the area where they offered everything from a pucker sauna to full blown sex, so why should I jack myself off in solitude when I could get someone else to do it and enjoy the experience.

Arriving at Delights Sauna I entered and was greeted by a woman in her late twenties.

"Hello, darling what can we offer for you?" She said pleasantly.

"I need a sauna, massage, body shave and all the extras, can you oblige?"

"Yes, the sauna’s twenty, the massage fifteen, the body shave ten and the extras you pay the girl"

Five minutes later I was ensconced in the sauna cabin and half an hour later have sweated of a considerable amount of water, I was shown into a small room by a very attractive blond called Diane.

"We’ll do the massage first, it’ll make you skin nice and soft and then we’ll do the shave, John does those, but I’ll come back after for any extras you need, now lay down on you front please"

I lay on the table and she started work on my back giving me a soft massage that lasted for about half an hour, when she was finished she patted my arse and said in a soft voice.

"Come on cute arse, time to turn over"

I turned over and as I lay on my back I observed that she had now removed her white overalls and was only wearing the scantiest lace thong, looking at her admiringly I noticed her watching as my cock slowly became engorged, the foreskin gradually retracting up the shaft as I achieved a raging and full-blown erection.

"That’s cute, we’ll have to do something about that later"

I lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying the movement of her hands particularly when, after ten minutes of doing my chest and arms, she started to concentrate on my legs and lower belly. It seemed that she deliberately avoided coming in direct contact with my cock, but teased me unmercifully by touching balls every now and then, as she massaged the top of my inner thigh. I could feel my hard cock lying on my belly pointing towards my navel and as she again returned to my inner thigh and around my balls I felt the precum dribbling from the end, leaving a sticky moist patch on my skin.

"Right," she suddenly said in a husky voice "That’s it, unless you want me to deal with that" Inclining her head towards my rigid cock.

"Yes please." I said half pleading, half agreeing.

She stepped to the right side of the table where my hand lay at my side and taking it pushed it between her hot thighs where they met her crutch.

"One good turn deserves another." She said grasping my cock and pouring a little baby oil onto it.

"Your so right." I said as I forced the fabric of her thong aside and thrust two fingers into her tight semi-wet cunt letting my thumb resting against her ample pubic hair.

Her hands gripped me about halfway down my stiffened rod, slowly and gently sliding her hand towards the top, squeezing the foreskin upward until it covered the head, then just as slowly she slid it back down the full length again, stretching the skin tight.

I quivered and felt myself forcing my hips forward toward her hand as if to increase the pleasure.

"Mmm, you’re a big boy and you like that don’t you"?

"Aha, very much"

"You’ll like this then," She said, keeping her one hand at the root of my cock and using the other to follow its partner from top to bottom.

"Oh, mmmm," I groaned, as she slid one oiled hand to the top and started to pump both hands in opposite directions so that they met in the middle.

"Jesus," I said, as I twitched my fingers and felt her cunt suddenly become very wet, "That feels fucking great."

"Yes I know and so do your fingers," She said, changing the rhythm of her hand movements, using one at the head of my cock in a plucking and twiddling motion of her fingers whilst, the other increased in speed pumping the full length of my cock.

"I thought because you do this everyday you wouldn’t get horny," I said struggling to speak as waves of ecstasy flooded through me.

"Only with customers that make me feel that way." She said with a smile.

I could feel the friction and speed increasing with every movement of her hand and as my hips pushed upward at each stroke to meet her down stroke, my left hand absentmindedly moved to my nipple and started to play with it.

"Oh, you like your nipples played with, so do I," She said, taking the hand off the head of my cock and squeezing the other nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.

With one shuddering crescendo a shot of semi-translucent cum spurted from the end of my cock and hit my upper chest followed by three or four more lesser spasms which splashed all over my stomach filling my navel and running in all directions.

Her face was a picture of satisfaction and pleasure and as I pulled my finger out of her she walked across the room and picked up several tissues, returning and tenderly wiping my juices off.

"I’ll go and get John now," She said turning towards the door.

"You’ll come back tough, won’t you?"

"Oh yes, if you think you UP to it"

John was a fit, slim guy about the same age as me and was naked to the waist as he entered the small room, he was wearing a pair of white coloured tight fitting shorts that left nothing of his physique to the imagination and was carrying a small stainless steel dish containing shaving foam, razor and scissors, with a folded towel across his arm. He was a shining example of his art in the fact that his skin was a smooth as a baby with not a speck of body hair anywhere except his head, where he sported a number one cut.

"Good evening." he said softly and politely, as he placed the dish beside me and gave my body the look of a doctor inspecting a patient.

"We shall start with the back, please turn over"

I duly did as I was bade and turned over onto my stomach where he immediately got to work with the foam and razor and not being a particularly hirsute person, it did not take him long to shave my back, arse and legs. Having completed the large areas he then asked me to part my legs and started to shave carefully between my buttocks, thighs and finally putting his hand between my legs he lifted my balls in his hand and shave the rear of them.

"Time to turn over." he said, as he wiped the remaining shaving foam away.

"Please excuse my erection." I said, embarrassed that his attention to my balls had started me off again.

"Oh, that’s quite normal, I have that effect on most of my customers"

"Oh, well that’s all right then"

I turned over and lay on my back, my hard cock laying somewhere between my lower stomach and the top of my thigh, whilst John started to foam and shave my arms, shoulders and armpits, after five minutes continuing down to shave my chest.

The cool air drifted across my body as the touch of his soft hands, the foam and the razor ploughed smooth areas of skin through the hair. Slowly he moved downward, and as I felt him shaving around my belly button, my manhood rose to full hardness and dropped onto my stomach whilst his attentions continued down either leg.

"What about your pubic hair?" he suddenly enquired, waking me from a euphoric half sleep.

"What about it?" I replied.

"Well, does Sir wish me to trim it, shape it or take it all off?"

"I’d not really given it much thought"

"Well you have, if I might say so, quite a luxuriant growth"

I glanced down at the bush of black hair where my hard-on nestled in comfort considering his suggestions, my options and what Peter had said; "There’s nothing more ugly than a guy covered in black hair"

"Oh take it all off" I said, making a snap decision.

"John looked delighted, "A good choice"

He walked round to the side of the table and taking the comb from the dish, grasped my rigid cock in his hand, lifting it up and away from my stomach, he combed the tight curls out straight, frequently finding a bunch of them knotted together.

"Sorry about that, your earlier encounter with Diane is what’s causing it"

"What do you mean?"

"There’s dried cum in the hair I’m afraid"

"Oh, right I see" I said, embarrassed by his forthright comment.

He then started to snip the hair away with a pair of scissors until he was satisfied that it was a suitable length for the razor. As he cut the long strands, he held my cock firmly and moved it around in order to have a clear working area, knowing that, if he let it go, it would revert to its upright position once again and obstruct him.

I was having different problems, and once again felt as if I was near to an orgasm, so I was not surprised to look down at his hand and see little dribble of clear liquid dribbling from the end and running down his hand.

"I’m really sorry about that." I said indicating the cause of my concern.

"Don’t worry, well sort that out in a minute." he said in his usual soft-spoken manner.

My brain did a couple of second takes as I tried to understand what he meant by his last remark, and then suddenly it dawned on me. Would this be pleasant or embarrassing? My erection started to subside.

"I hope it’s nothing I said." He quipped.

I didn’t answer just lay there thinking. What’s the difference between being jacked off by a man instead of a woman? Not a lot really, I’d still get my rocks off and it had some interesting points including my curiosity of what he had in those tight shorts and what it would feel like.

Oh, fuck it, why not go for it!

"I’m just about finished here," he said, wiping my beautifully smooth pubes with the towel; "What do you think?"

"I think you forgot something." I said brazenly, as my cock began to stand up again.

"Blow or hand job?" he said without hesitation.

Christ, did I really want him to give me a blow job? My heart pounded at the very thought.

Wouldn’t it be less intimate with a hand job?

Decisions, decisions……quick, give him an answer…….

"Blow" I blurted out………. there I'd said it…….

My heart pounded even faster as he smiled and walked back towards the table tearing the wrapper from a condom and slipping out.

"Skin to skin or with a rubber?"

More bloody decisions, safer with a condom, better without…………..

Oh bugger it…."Skin to Skin" I said quietly.

"Pardon?"

"Skin"

"Right." He said putting the condom aside and taking a wet wipe from a container and gently grasping my thumping erection.

My heart was beating so hard; I thought it would jump out of my chest as I watched him wipe the head of my cock thoroughly. A slight tingling sensation starting as the damp towelettes moisture cleansed me and I could feel myself gradually loosing my erection.

Then ignoring my flaccid state he slid it into his hot mouth, the warmth and his tongue beginning to harden me again, suddenly filling me with undulating waves of rapture.

After many minutes during which he was both artistic and creative with the use of his tongue and mouth, I shot a large load that he duly spat into the steel dish.

"That was fucking fantastic." I said in a husky voice handing him a twenty-pound note from my wallet.

"Thanks, I enjoyed it as well, do you want Diane to come back?" He said as he pocketed the bank note.

"Yes" I said, giving little consideration to whether I could actually get another hard-on, or even if I wanted to surpass the orgasm I had just experienced.

Minutes passed as I lay there snoozing until Diane re-entered the room.

She walked to the table and looked down at me with a smile, "You look lovely and smooth now, good enough to eat, would you like me to eat you?"

"Oh, go one then."

"You don't sound too keen." She said, continuing; "Why are you making such a meal of it today? You can always come back another time and enjoy my other talents."

"Well to tell you the truth, I've got a photographic session tomorrow and I was afraid of being too quick on the trigger if you see what I mean."

"What sort of photographs are they then?"

"Oh well, that's another story!"