Secret Shooter

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My career is quite secretive. It's not some exciting, top secret FBI job or anything, it's just not something I wanted my family or friends to know about. It's not illegal, either, before anybody asks. It's just different.

I'm a photographer, but not in the normal sense of the word. My clients are mostly attractive young women who like to make a few extra bucks online, and I'm pretty gifted at making sure they look their best on camera. They trust me to do it because I'm twenty-two, I'm pretty open about the fact that I'm gay, and I don't make it weird.

I was at a wedding recently, and I was sat next to an old friend from high school and his girlfriend. They'd both changed a lot since the last time I'd spoken to either of them, and it was for the better. Back in school, they'd both been the typical hot guy hot girl couple. They were quite smug about it, too, but I'd always gotten on well with Aran.

He was tall, lean and had dark features inherited from his Italian side of the family. Nobody could deny that he was a handsome guy, least of all, me.

I had a crush on him back then, but I didn't ever risk my life by telling him. He was a man's man, and nothing ever made me believe otherwise. At twenty-one, he was even more masculine and even more handsome than he had been back then.

"What do you do now?" Was the usual first question, and I brushed it off with photography.

It always raises a brow. Mostly because nobody believes that I can make a living taking photos of birds and plants, and I guess they'd be correct, but I never went any further with my explanations.

I learned that Aran worked in construction and his girlfriend was a receptionist at a dentist's office, which was interesting because at their tender age, they'd just bought a pretty nice house. I didn't pry, but it did stick in my mind.

As the evening went on, the drink began to flow and so did the conversations. I wasn't much of a drinker, and it usually allowed me to remember the things that everybody else forgot the next day, but what Aran told me was something that I certainly wasn't going to forget.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" He asked halfway through the night, and of course, I nodded.

"I've been making bank, bro!" He grinned, swigging from his beer.

Over the course of the next hour, Aran proceeded to tell me how he'd gotten into posting photos and videos of himself online, and one thing had led to another, and now he was quite successful.

The idea of Aran posing nude piqued my interest almost instantly. The rumours back in high school still rang in my head. Every chick in a hundred mile radius had wanted to find out if the stories about his large manhood were true, and a lot of guys, too.

When Aran finished telling me about his lucrative side hustle, I told him mine, and by the end of the night, our plans were set in stone.

His girlfriend knew about it, but she didn't want to get involved. She was happy for her boyfriend to show off as long as she could maintain her glamorous lifestyle, so I guess she was pretty happy.

When I woke up the next day I expected Aran to blank me. People say a lot of things and plan a lot of stuff when they're drunk, and it rarely ever leads to anything, but a few hours later, I received a message from him, and it appeared that he was still as interested in the idea as he was last night.

Fast forward a week. I pulled up to his new place, and I was impressed. It was much larger than even my family home, and I wondered if I was on the wrong side of the camera.

Rachel was out with some girlfriends, so Aran and I had the entire house to ourselves. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't excited about the prospect, and as we sat drinking coffee, I couldn't help but encourage him to hurry up.

Eventually, Aran led me up to his bedroom. If I didn't have a camera strap around my neck, one would be forgiven for thinking that this was leading to something more interesting. We went inside, and once again, the sheer size of the room impressed me.

"That's where the magic happens" he laughed, pointing to the large king sized bed, and I didn't doubt him for a second.

"Should I take off my shirt or something?" He asked, and I nodded.

I watched as my old high school buddy shed his t-shirt and revealed his ripped torso. Holy shit he was hot. I snapped some pictures, had him do some posing, and continued.

Aran gripped his pants with his thumbs, pulling them down slightly to reveal the waistband of his underwear. Designer, of course.

I snapped more, he continued to pose, and then he opened the button of his pants and shoved his hand inside.

I realised quickly that my choice of loose underwear had been a bad one. My cock was swelling more and more by the second, and Aran wasn't helping with his beautiful body and seductive posing.

"They love feet" he laughed, peeling off his socks, "don't even ask, bro".

My bet was that they loved everything about him, and why wouldn't they? He was smoking.

I continued shooting, and by now, I was fully aware that my erection was as clear as day in my pants. I did what I could to hide it, but it was difficult whilst he was staring down the lens.

His pants came off next, and now I stared through the camera at the beefy young man wearing only a pair of black briefs that nearly exploded as they strained at the crotch.

"Like this?" He asked, holding his hands behind his head and pushing his junk out. I nodded, and now I could feel a wet spot in my underwear.

On and on it went, with Aran posing in a variety of different ways. He got to his knees, bit his lip, crawled on the bed, and then with a laugh, pulled the back of his underwear to reveal the most perfect ass I had ever seen.

"Delete that!" He laughed, as I gawped at the screen showing his wonderful, full cheeks and in the middle, the most delicious, pink hole.

"I'll send everything to you" I laughed back, "don't post what you don't want".

"Alright" he nodded, "well in that case".

Aran flipped over on the bed and shed his underwear entirely, and now I lowered the camera.

The cock that hung between his solid legs was no less than six or seven inches soft. The skin was smooth, the helmet bulged at the end, and if I knew no better, I would have said that his cock was on fricking steroids!

His balls were huge, too, hanging between his legs loosely, looking full and inviting. Above his mammoth organ, a small splash of groomed pubic hair and a tattoo with an arrow pointing at it.

"Rachel's idea" he shrugged, pulling on his stunning cock.

I snapped away again once, my mouth dry and my heart pounding. I was used to taking photos of people who I had zero sexual attraction to, but this was absurd. I wasn't even worried about the photos anymore, all I could concentrate on was the beautiful package between Aran's legs.

"The guys on the building site call it my trunk" he laughed, waving his meaty cock at me.

"I can see why" I said back, the awe evident in my voice.

Aran cocked a brow but laughed. A moment later, I watched through the camera as his expression changed.

"Um... Bro?" He said, and his eyes were no longer on the camera.

I lowered it, and when I looked at him I knew where his eyes had moved to.

"Do you uh... Do you need a minute?"

I turned my back to him instantly. My cheeks began to burn, and I cursed myself for wearing boxer shorts.

"Sorry!" I groaned, fixing my stupid boner and hiding it under my shirt.

I expected Aran to ask me to leave. I wouldn't have blamed him, either. People wanted photographers who weren't god damn perverts, and now I'd just ruined that.

"Chill out, bro" Aran said, but he was much closer to me than I had expected.

I turned around to find the naked hunk standing next to me, a grin across his handsome face.

"You're lucky" he nodded, "most people have to pay to see it".

I forced an awkward laugh, but I still couldn't shake the embarrassment.

"Dude, if it wasn't for gay guys, do you think I could have afforded this place?" He smirked, "I just didn't know you were gay".

I considered denying it like I had done all the way through high school, but what was the point? How could I deny the bulging erection in my pants, anyway?

Aran walked across the room, and I watched as his butt jiggled. He was doing nothing to stem my boner.

"I never really planned on doing this" he told me, reaching into his bedside locker, "but I think people are getting a bit bored of the same old dick pics".

I wasn't sure if he wanted me to continue taking photographs, so I didn't. I simply watched as he searched around, and a moment later, he pulled out a bottle of lube.

"Fancy being in a video?" He asked, and I wasn't sure if I'd heard him correctly.

Now I'm not the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. I've had some encounters in the past that ended prematurely or didn't even start to begin with because I asked too many questions, so I'd learned my lesson a long time ago.

"Yeah" I nodded, "sure".

As per Aran's suggestion, I set up the camera on a tripod near the end of the bed, and suddenly I was on the other side of the camera.

He pulled me forward until we were both in frame, and pulled my shirt over my head as I stood there in shock.

I wasn't even close to being on his level of fitness. I was just your average guy. I didn't have a six pack or a body made of pure muscle, and I was pretty sure I hadn't shaved my pubes since I was sixteen years old.

Regardless, I allowed my old pal to strip me to my underwear, and now my cock was almost ripping through them.

"Go ahead" he nodded, as we both crawled onto the bed and faced each other.

I reached out and closed my hand around his huge cock, and Aran squeezed mine through my underwear. Even hard, I was nowhere near his size.

We jerked each other off for a while, and my entire body was buzzing with excitement. This was certainly not how I had expected the morning to go, but I wasn't complaining.

Aran pulled my boxers down and my hard cock bounced out. He studied it for a moment before twisting me around until I faced the camera.

He pressed his warm, firm body against my back and flexed his cock until it slapped off my butt. A second later, his head leaned over my shoulder and Aran was kissing my neck.

I arched my back, pushing my cock closer to the camera as his strong hands explored my nudity. Holy shit, this had gotten spicy, real quick.

I felt pre-cum spill onto his bedsheets and wondered what Rachel would think if she ever saw this video.

With his free hand, Aran was pushing his thick cock between my ass cheeks, and I could feel that he had hardened significantly since we began. He travelled lower down my body with his other hand, mindlessly groping my throbbing cock and all I could do was purr as he sucked my neck.

He was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm by the second. His hands were the most skilled hands that had ever touched my body, and I whimpered as my balls began to churn.

Aran pushed his hand into my back until I was on all fours. He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head backwards until I was staring at the camera, and suddenly he'd gone from being the relaxed young man that I had spoken to at the wedding, to a sex fuelled deviant.

"I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard" he growled, spanking my butt, and you know what? I wasn't complaining.

His fingers rubbed my asshole with force, making my cock twitch as he spread it open. He spanked me again, and then I felt his warm breath over my ring and a splash of spit drooled from my butt hole down my taint.

"You want that, bitch?" He asked, spanking me a third time.

"Yes!" I moaned, wincing, "fuck me!"

His tongue was in me before I could even blink! I whimpered again as he ate my ass, and I was sure that if he continued, I was going to nut on his bed.

His strong hands held my waist in place as he licked and sucked my hole. It felt like a wet, slippery vacuum, and my body was beginning to tremble with pleasure.

"You've got such a hot pussy" he mumbled, returning to it with his mouth.

My eyes were starting to roll backwards as I tried to stem the building orgasm. This was incredible. It was more than incredible.

He stopped for a second, but only long enough to dollop a pump of lube onto his hand and splash it roughly across my hole. I gasped, he didn't care.

"Ready for this big cock, bitch?" He asked, pulling my head back again.

"Yes!" I cried, my body craving his pole.

"Beg me for it!" He said, spanking me once more, "beg me for this fat cock!"

"Please!" I gasped, "please fuck me with your big, fat cock!"

"Since you asked nicely" he snarled, and pushed his large helmet against me.

I squirmed as I opened. It hurt, but it hurt in the best possible way. Aran was filling me out, pushing his huge cock deep into my hole, and all I could do was moan.

I felt my sphincter spread apart to allow him in. He bulged in me, dragging ropes of thick pre-cum through my rectum as he entered, and the burn made me shiver with pleasure.

Aran lifted his leg, his foot slamming down next to me so now he was on one knee with his two hands on my hips.

He pulled out, and a second later he slammed back inside and I yelped.

"Yeah, bitch" he hissed, spanking me yet again, "squeal on that cock!"

I had no idea what had come over my old high school buddy, but whatever it was, I liked it.

He pounded me again, though it felt even better this time. Again a moment later, and a second after that Aran found his rhythm, and I was being plowed violently.

The sound of sex filled the room. His balls bounced against me, my moans turned to long, horny gasps, and Aran grunted as he fucked me.

He was hitting my prostate with increasing speed, causing milky liquid to pour copiously from my bobbing erection. I was reaching climax rapidly, and Aran didn't even stop to consider it.

On and on it went until I felt my balls tighten and suddenly I was cumming.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, spraying his bed, "I'm cumming!"

Aran sped up. His hips thrusting against me with force, and then he reached the point of no return, and I felt his cock swell inside me.

"ARGHHH!" He snarled, fucking me even faster.

I was sure that my hole would never be the same afterwards, but I didn't care about that. He drilled me with such force that his cum was shooting so deep inside me that I was expecting to taste it.

"AHHH!"

My insides felt heavy with his load, and when he finally dragged his wet, drooping cock from my gaped hole, I fell forward into the pool of my own cum, breathless and drained.

Aran got off me, walked naked toward my camera and turned it off. When he looked back at me, he grinned, but my eyes were on his cock. It was dripping onto the floor, and I was shocked that I had managed to take it.

"Well that was fun!" He laughed, "sorry about the spanking, I get a bit carried away sometimes".

I smiled, but I could barely lift my head.

"Anyway, do you remember that guy Alex from our biology class? The one who used to clear his throat every thirty seconds?"

I didn't answer him. I was too exhausted.

"He ended up marrying Mrs. Shefland, remember that crazy old bat who chased everyone around with the sweeping brush?"

Aran laughed as he pulled on a t-shirt, but kept his long cock hanging out underneath.

"But yeah, I could do with a photographer for my shots" he told me, stepping back into his black briefs, "we should do this again sometime".

I nodded in my pool of sperm.

"Next week?" He asked, and he was dressed again.

I nodded once more.

"Sweet"

"Sweet".