Random photo w/story: Here's the story... I was shooting wi..

Random photo w/story: Here's the story... I was shooting with a photographer that I'd worked with a couple of times before. I won't lie...he was handsome as hell, and it was always easy to be naked and seductive in front of his camera...but the lines had never crossed as he was totally professional and it was all about the work. We got some great shots in our sessions. This was early in my modeling days in LA, and the photos were different than any I had taken before...very editorial and slick. Plus, he knew I was adventurous and pretty shameless and was open to trying anything, and he was very specific about what he wanted and how to get it across. Always a pleasure working with him, always satisfying, but never led to anything sexual at all. And as horned up as I could get during the shoots, I never allowed a happy ending because it felt like crossing a line. I'd go home having stored up a gallon of cum in my balls, and when I got home, pretty much before my door shut, I had my dick out, jerking it to explosion. It was part horniness from the shoot, and part fantasizing about what would have happened if we actually did cross that line. The third shoot I did with him, I could sense there was something different going on. This had never happened before that I had noticed, but while he clicked away, his pants were beginning to tent and he would periodically and absent-mindedly tug at his crotch to adjust himself as he gave direction. This was a more down-to-earth shoot...not really a lot of posing, just kind of exploring my body for the camera, playing with myself, using this one particular room in his house, this bedroom, to suggest my erotic desires on film. It had a totally different feel to anything we had shot before and it really aroused me, and apparently...him. At one point he wanted to show me some of the shots on his camera (which he had never done before), so I walked over to him, led by my erection, and as he clicked through them for me to see, I could feel his fingers start to fondle my hard cock. After spending the last hour or so getting turned on for the camera, I was ready to blow at his very first touch. But before that could happen, I decided to be bold because I knew what I wanted...what I had alway wanted: I got on my knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his fully erect dick, and went down on him. Didn't ask, didn't hesitate. He began shooting photos of me as I sucked his dick...I had never been photographed actually having sex before, and it made me beyond rock hard. I couldn't even touch my cock at this point because I knew I would jizz all over his rug. He fucked my mouth slowly and deliberately as he clicked, and at one point put his hand on the back of my head to hold his cock deep down my throat. I coughed and gagged but loved it, having his dick stay all the way down my gullet until I had to release it. I could feel it pulsing in my mouth and though I was never a cum guzzler, I wanted to see what it felt like to have a man's load go directly down my throat. Suddenly, he moaned "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!!" I tried to hold his dick in my mouth because finally, I wanted to taste that juice and swallow it down, but he pulled out and shot his load all over my face, my tits, my abs. I was drenched. Without hesitation after he came, he went into the bathroom, and I was left there on my knees, hard as a rock, juice dripping off my body, and wondering...what the hell was that?? He returned with a warm wet cloth, and he wiped his cum from my body, fondling my dick as he did it. That was it. I could feel myself going over the edge just from his touch and I said, "I've gotta cum. Fuck. Fuck!" I got on my back and just as I was ready to drop my load, he picked up his camera in time and began shooting as I shot. This was right at the start of the digital camera age, and it was a miracle to me that he could capture my actual ejaculation (very often on film, the big shot would happen between clicks)...but he did. And that's this photo. After, I cleaned up with that wet towel. He got kind of silent after because I had a feeling he was not used to crossing the line with a model. We never shot one-on-one again, although he did use me in a duo shoot that was commissioned by a guy who wanted to be photographed getting fucked, and he asked if I would do it...but that's a whole 'nother anecdote. However, this photo brings back a really hot, really arousing memory for me. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.