The Catwalk

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“That’s a funny looking contraption you’ve got there, son”.

The man was very oddly proportioned, and reminded Alex of a particularly gigantic pear with a pot belly. His red shirt had stains sprawled across the middle, and the braces holding his pants up looked as though they’d explode at any second.

“What you call that thing, anyhow?” He asked, with an accent so strong that Alex could only guess the sentences by picking up on the first and last words.

“Uh… A camera?” He said, and tried to ignore the man, who he was quite sure was the bride’s overbearing uncle.

“They ain’t what they used to be, son!” He guffawed, and slapped Alex on the back, spilling his plastic cup of beer onto the floor. “Back in my day, they was as big as racoons!”

The young man smiled politely but slipped away and continued to snap photos of the bizarre wedding. So far, the mother of the bride had been arrested. The groom had gotten so drunk that he’d vomited directly onto one of the bride’s maids, and now a group of intoxicated adults were encouraging the male children to have a boxing match. Alex sat down and rubbed his head.

“Tough gig, huh?”

He looked over at a very handsome man with neat stubble and a suit. He was the only person who Alex had actually seen in a suit all day.

“Yeah” he half laughed, though he was almost too exhausted to.

“How did you find yourself unlucky enough to end up at a redneck wedding?” The man asked, and Alex squirmed at the slur.

“I um…”

“Don’t worry” he smiled, and pointed at a middle aged woman with one leg who was trying to do a strip tease, “that’s my sister” he continued, “I am a redneck by-product”.

He didn’t look like the rest of them, so Alex had no reason to doubt him.

“I’m just starting out” he sighed, “I posted some ads around the area, and this was this was the only call I got back”.

The man took a sip of his drink and beckoned for the camera. Alex hesitated. He’d saved up for years to buy it, and although he was still learning the ins and outs, he was certain that handing it to strangers was an incredibly bad decision.

Regardless, the man kept his hand out, and eventually he caved.

“Name’s Richard, by the way” he said, flicking through the images on the screen, “you’re good”.

Alex felt his cheeks burn slightly. Nobody who knew him in real life knew he did this, except his family, and they were of the view that taking pictures was a waste of time.

“You’re real good, kid”.

“Um… Thanks” he replied, scratching his neck.

“So how much are they paying you?”

Alex opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again.

“Ah, a freebie” Richard chuckled, “a way to build your portfolio whilst slowly destroying your will to live, a solid choice”.

“Nobody will pay me until I have something to show them” Alex sighed.

“And you think a one legged stripper at a redneck wedding is going to do the trick?” Richard grinned, “do you have a car, Alex?”

He nodded.

“Can you get to L.A on Saturday morning?”

He nodded again, his heart jumping slightly.

“Excellent” Richard said, and got to his feet, and just as he made to walk away, he turned back to Alex and cocked a brow. “How old are you, by the way?”

“Twenty”.

“Good… Oh, and one last thing, how are you with nudity?”

Alex sat in his car outside an old looking building. It was rather unassuming, which felt somewhat out of place in the built up neighbourhood. He took out the card that Richard had left with him, and confirmed the address, then grabbed his camera bag from the trunk and took a deep breath.

“You’ve got this” he told himself, before walking up the narrow path and pressing the ornate door bell. Seconds later, an older man appeared looking extremely smart.

“Hey, I’m –”

“Yes, yes, come in, you’re late”.

Alex cocked a brow. Richard had told him to arrive for midday, and he’d still been fifteen minutes early, but the man seemed to be in a hurry, and whisked him inside the building, and suddenly Alex was surrounded by people.

Men and women sauntered by him, some holding champagne flutes, and others holding small plates of hors d’oeuvres. They were all impeccably dressed, in suits, dresses, and other neat clothing. Casual chit chat lingered through the large room, and after a few minutes of blindly walking around, he felt hands on his shoulders.

“Alex, glad you could make it” Richard said, and he was glad to see a familiar face. “This is Layland, he’ll be the lead photographer, and you’re going to be his second shooter, how does that sound?”

Layland looked incredible. His tanned skin looked almost shiny under the lighting, and his muscles bulged in his tight shirt. He seemed a little older than Alex, but not by much.

“Perfect” Alex said, and followed Layland across the room. He continued to look around, as he still wasn’t certain what it was he was actually supposed to be taking photographs of.

“Is that a catwalk?” He asked, as they approached something that looked very similar to one. The long platform sat in the centre of the room, surrounded by chairs either side. Layland beckoned him to stand next to him at the end of it and nodded.

“It’s bigger in person, huh?” He smiled, and took a shot of the empty runway.

It was. Alex felt a thrill at the prospect of shooting what now appeared to be a very high end fashion show. He took out his camera, following Layland’s lead, and set it up as the chairs either side began to fill.

“I’ve never been to a fashion show before” he said, and Layland looked at him and smiled.

“You’ve certainly never been to one like this” the man told him, and once the chairs had been completely filled, the lights above, dimmed.

“Ladies and gentlemen” the voice was soft and seemingly coming from nowhere. On the curtain at the very end of the catwalk, a large spotlight showed an outline of a man’s face, and Alex tried to work out what it meant, until the voice spoke again. “Please enjoy the show”.

Music began to play from somewhere, and suddenly the curtains parted. Layland tapped him on the shoulder, and Alex fumbled with his camera and held it to his eye as a young man appeared, and marched toward them with purpose. He was extremely tall, and almost skeletal, but that wasn’t what shocked the twenty-year-old. The man wore only a small leather pouch over his junk, with a studded strap wrapped over his slender torso. As bizarre as it looked, Alex felt himself become excited as the young man stopped above him, spun on his heel and revealed his naked backside.

“You have to actually press the shutter” Layland laughed, and continued to snap as the man disappeared, only to be replaced by another one shortly after.

This one was as muscular as any person Alex had seen in real life before. His body bulged with solid mass, and between his legs, a large cock swung back and forth. A steel ring was tightened around his ballsack, and kept them stretched out as he thundered toward the end of the catwalk, and Alex held his finger on the shutter to capture as much of the madness as he could. When the man reached the end, Alex realised how handsome he was, but it was his cock that he kept his eye on.

The thing was huge, and from the end, droplets of fluid dripped. He wasn’t sure what the source was, but he didn’t care. He caught the perfect shot of a clear bead drooling from the slit, and took another one for his own personal collection afterwards.

“Enjoying yourself?” Layland asked, and Alex nodded mindlessly.

Two more men appeared, this time holding hands. They wore silk ski masks, with no holes, but Alex guessed that they could see, because they walked in unison. Besides the masks, the two slender models wore nothing else, and their cocks were as hairless as the rest of their bodies. The crowd seemed to enjoy them quite a lot, but not as much as Alex. He adjusted his erection as he snapped more photographs, and when the couple spun around, he caught sight of the sweaty, moist holes between their plump cheeks.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to photograph the peculiar fashion show without rushing to the bathroom, but as yet another person appeared, Alex felt a hand on his waist, moving him. He looked up at Layland who was responsible, and wondered if the man was simply moving him for a better angle, until he felt the man’s crotch against his backside.

“That’s the shot” he whispered in Alex’s ear, pointing at the nude man on the catwalk, who spun around, bent forward and glared back at the camera with his cock and balls dangling between his legs, and his pink hole spread apart. Alex almost choked as he fumbled with the camera and took the shot.

“You’re doing well, Alex” Layland said, and the younger man’s eyes widened as he felt Layland’s hand slide around his waist. “Keep shooting” he nodded, and nervously, Alex obeyed.

He’d never been in a situation like this before. He still wasn’t even sure if he was totally gay. His hands shook slightly as he snapped more images, but his mind was now fully on the fact that Layland was rubbing his crotch.

“Isn’t art wonderful, Alex?” He breathed, toying with his erection through the fabric.

He took a sharp breath as he felt the inside of his underwear become damp with excitement. He hadn’t been prepared for this. It was supposed to be a job, and was quite a distance from his home, so regrettably, he hadn’t even taken a shower that morning.

More men, more photographs, and more groping. Alex felt his legs become weak as waves of pleasure washed over him, but Layland continued to stroke him through his pants until sweat glistened on his forehead. Then, without warning, the man slipped his hand inside, and Alex gasped.

“Widen your aperture” Layland said, though Alex was hardly focused on the event now that the man had his bare cock in his hand. “If you widen it, you’ll hit focus far more often”.

“But I’ll lose the bokeh” Alex moaned, and Layland chuckled.

“Well, if you won’t widen your aperture. What will you widen?” Layland pulled his hand slowly from the front of Alex’s underwear, and much to the young man’s horror, took his hand to his face and inhaled deeply.

“You’re ripe” he whispered, and rubbed his warm, moist hand across Alex’s mouth. The sharp scent of sweaty cock and balls filled his nostrils and caused him to pump more pre-cum into his underwear, and Alex was extremely grateful that it was mostly dark.

As he returned to shooting, he was acutely aware of the fact that Layland had his fingers inside the back of his pants. He wasn’t even sure he was taking any meaningful photographs anymore, but continued to press the shutter as the man edged deeper inside.

“You’ve got a very nice hole, Alex” he said, sliding his fingertip back and forth his warm, musky asshole. Alex gasped as one slipped inside. “Are all of these men making you horny?”

He swallowed as yet another young man stood over him, his cock also drooling pre onto the catwalk in front of him. The man swung around, slinging cock slime across Alex’s face, and he was certain that he’d orgasm at any moment.

“Ladies and gentlemen” the soft voice returned, “we will now take a five minute intermission”.

As the lights brightened, Alex felt himself being led away from the catwalk and back across the room. A moment later, they were in an empty corridor with a curtain to their right.

“In there” Layland whispered, lifting the edge of the thick, red curtain. Nervous but excited, Alex obeyed, and crouched under before finding himself in a small backstage room.

The man instantly reached for Alex’s shirt and peeled it over his head. He was breathless, and rather sweaty, and when he grabbed Alex’s waistband, the young man stopped him.

“I… I didn’t shower today” he said, embarrassed. Layland grabbed his arm, lifted it, and pressed his face against the young man’s armpit before breathing deeply.

“That makes both of us” he gasped, and seconds later, Alex was naked.

Layland pressed his lips to Alex’s chest, tasting the light saltiness from his clammy flesh. He ran his tongue over the small nipple, flicking it and teasing him as Alex groaned. A moment later, Layland was also half naked, and Alex felt himself being guided to his knees.

“Sniff it” the older man said, his cock already drooping out from his underwear. Without thinking, Alex inhaled the heavy scent into his lungs, and moaned.

It was indeed strong and ripe, but he was sure he’d never smelled anything better. Hungrily, he took the large head into his mouth, mindlessly playing with his own hole as he did, and began to swallow the sweet, yet slightly bitter tasting helmet. Layland breathed heavily.

His mouth filled with salty liquid as Layland leaked into him, and Alex gulped it down hungrily until the man turned around and spread his tanned ass cheeks apart. “Go ahead” he said, and Alex wasted no time in plunging his face into the warm, wet crevice.

The hot stink of ass stuck to his nose and mouth as he began to tongue the man’s hairy asshole. His own cock twitched as he lapped at the rim, and slowly drove it deeper into the puckering ring. Layland moaned, and so did Alex.

After a few minutes of sucking and licking, Alex was sure he’d cum. He reached for his cock, with the scent of his own asshole on his fingers, but Layland stopped him.

“Allow me” he whispered, and helped him to his feet, before returning the favour of a very pleasurable blowjob.

Alex had only been blown once by a chick before, but this was far better. He held the back of the handsome man’s head as he slurped and gagged, and after just a few minutes, he felt the orgasm burn inside him.

“I’m gonna cum!” He whispered, but Layland sped up, and seconds later, he was feeding the man his seed.

When the orgasm had passed, Layland got to his feet and spun Alex around by his naked shoulders.

“I’d fuck you if we had time” he whispered, as the voice outside announced that the show was resuming, “but I’ll leave you with this”.

Alex listened to the sound of wet sloshing as the man jerked off behind him. He wasn’t sure what Layland was planning to do, but he didn’t care. Even after his orgasm, the hot stench of man was making him horny again, and when Layland gasped, he waited for the result.

He felt the man’s thick cock slide between his ass cheeks. His eyes widened as the head slipped slightly into his wet hole, and although he hadn’t been fucked, he felt the hot squirt of a full load shooting up his pussy, and almost whimpered as it flooded his bowels.

“A gift” the man whispered, and wiped his wet cock on Alex’s ass cheek, “to remember me by”.

The two of them dressed quickly and returned to the show, and Alex did so with warm sperm leaking out of his mostly virgin, utterly ripe hole.