By Dylan (Illustrated by dylan)
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A Photographers World tour: Portraits Chapter 2

When I decided to start my new project, I had no idea what it would bring.

I must admit that working with those new faces was like a breath of fresh air. I had a network, I could have hired professionals wherever I landed, but I had decided to bypass the usual routes, and I welcomed the new opportunities with open arms.

As I have already reported, I had been working in Mação. The former Portuguese colony had always been a melting pot of cultures and ethnicity, so the young men I met and used as my muses and models featured very special qualities.

However, the other guys I saw in Mação were not very appealing.

Another man might have stayed for the casinos or the younger boys that seem to be available everywhere, but I am not into gambling, so I left ‘Eastern Las Vegas’ after a few short days to fly to Australia. I had seen pictures of the late, legendary, 'crocodile hunter‘ and also of his hunky son, and those men, real men, far from being my usual ‘type’ of models seemed intriguing.

The son, who was already as well-known as his father, had signed contracts to model for underwear and other products, and was not available for my little ‘fun’ project. I needed to cast another boy, and that’s what I did.

His name was Steve, purely coincidentally, he told me, a common name here ‘Down-Under’.

He was a farmhand, he told me, but lost his job, and after a few weeks of spending money and not earning any he was eager for a job.

I’d struck lucky. He was easy on the eye and open to suggestions, and even though he was not gay, as he told me up front, he was willing to pose for some very explicit shots.

After the first pictures, harmless underwear shots, I revealed a small surprise. I had found a very realistic looking alligator toy and a few snakes, all made of plastic, which I used to relax him.

After just a couple of minutes he was ready to drop his pants.

The plastic snake I made him hang over his shoulder paled in comparison with his dick. Even soft and hanging it was very promising.

He was a little sceptical at first, and his face clearly showed it, but soon the thrill of being a model kicked in. I had seen it more than once. The model can get aroused in the most inconvenient situations. Normal underwear brands don’t pay for porn.

Today, however, Steve soon had his dick in his hand.

The healthy young man sported a dick that had a nice curve when fully erect, pointing upwards. He had seen I was true to my word and did not plan to use the situation for anything inappropriate, so after a short while he teased me, jerking his dick, moaning until he reached that certain point of no return.

The straight boy jerked his huge cock off for my camera and my gay audience, and his pictures will be forever part of my collection.

We returned to the city in my rental car and we went our separate our ways. I was horny, I needed a drink and maybe a willing boy. I had certain ‘useful’ information, and soon I was walking into a burger-bar where a good-looking young man caught my eye.

The place was notorious, and the boys were willing. The young athlete looked very promising, dressed in his sporty little outfit, and I knew he would be happy to take it off, for the right price.

I was right. We talked while I ate a burger and he drank a coke, and soon he was willing to ‘show me around’. In fact, he was eager to show me the fastest way to my hotel.

I was not able to shoot many pictures, but the one of him kneeling with a most impressive hard-on is maybe the best I took. His face showed interest and also a little shyness, even though I knew it was all a game he played.

Soon after that first few shots he dropped the act and started to get to work. He turned into a pro, a rent-boy who knew time was money. When he sucked my dick, he was in for a quick result.

I simply let him do his thing. He was good, and he knew it. I came in no time, and I took my revenge for the way he had made me cum in no time: I dropped my camera that had taken a portrait close-up and fucked his face in earnest, using both hands to hold his head and make him deep-throat my cock. I shot my load deep into him, and I felt his well trained throat muscles milk me dry.

When he was gone, I realised I had not even asked his name.

The next day, I left Australia on a plane to South Africa.

Over there I knew a man who told me he already had a model I would most certainly like.

His name was Hans, and as a blond white boy by that name I expected the son of a family of farmers, the typical offspring of a former leading family.

I was not disappointed. Hans was blond, muscled, hung, and hungry.

He was willing to do all it takes to gain the success he needed to leave Cape Town for good, and I was willing to help.

The first picture I had seen of him was the one his ‘agent’ sent me. It was a typical studio-shot in front of a backdrop. The real model, the young man in the sun, would reveal all his sexiness as well as his inner demons. I was sure my camera would show a totally different ‘Hans’.

We found a quiet deserted spot by the time the sun set. The light was magical, and the shadows on his naked, wet skin painted a picture of a young sporty man in his prime.

He was a real hotty, and as I had heard he was in desperate need of money. For the first time during this tour I had hired a second model, a black man I already had worked with.

It was my special pleasure to photograph Hans when James, the black guy, showed up and dropped his pants. Hans’ face clearly showed his surprise, mixed with an obvious nervousness.

It was almost funny seeing Hans turn away after he had seen James cock. His so called 'Agent' had to explain to him that he had signed a contract for a day of porn-filming and photo-shoots, and if he decided to leave, he would not get paid.

After I had seen and heard Hans talk down to blacks, I actually looked forward to see him running away like a coward. In reality, he stayed. I must admit James’ dick looked like a mighty weapon, but Hans was willing to challenge the black stud.

The scene I was able to capture was nothing short of a surprise. The two models did not fight, they did not bitch about minor inconveniences, they played out a tender scene like they were real lovers, real boyfriends.

The white boy took the blackboy’s cock down his throat after quite some gagging and choking, but he was eager to please, ready to do his duty to satisfy his partner. I knew James was virile and horny enough to cum at least twice in one session, so I did not direct the sex, I just sat back and watched, took pictures, and made sure the cameramen filmed the whole show in merciless close-ups and full of dirty details.

It was hard not to step in and make Hans suck me off after I had watched him master James fat cock. The white South African and his black co-star looked like they had done it for years, and James looked down at Hans almost lovingly while the sexy whitie satisfied his rampant urges.

This tour brought my wild side out. I had never done hardcore porn before, and I had never had had sex with a model while in the middle of a photo-session, but I could not hold back.

This part of the beach had been closed off for the day, and no prying eyes disturbed us. I had James watch us while I facefucked Hans, and I saw a few of the other models watching us too.

They knew why they were here. This was a cast, and my talent-scout had recruited only boys willing to bare it all. The day was promising, very promising indeed.

Without thinking I came, big time. I held Hans’s head in my hands as I pumped away, filling his mouth with my cum. Two black boys, still dressed, had caught my eye.

They watched me while Hans swallowed the last drops of my cum, and even though I knew they would be stars, I decided to let them go. They looked a little too young to fit in with my concept. I wanted sexy young men, preferably with a light shadow of a beard, not fresh chicken.

However, I took a few pictures for my files, and I made sure an assistant had their names and addresses, ‘for future reference’.

Meanwhile my team had already selected a few prospective models. They had followed my guidelines, and only very good-looking, muscular and sporty boys were now surrounding us.

One black young man caught my attention. He said his name was JJ. I took a few test-shots and I knew he had what it took. He was easy on the eyes and worked without a fuss, even when I asked him to roll in the wet sand.

I knew I had cast more than enough models this time, but one other man caught my gaze. He was a giant, in all respects. After he had stripped naked without any prompting, he strolled casually over and stood next to me as I photographed the other models.

He knew I would see him, even though he did not walk into the direct line of focus of my camera, and he was right.

Before I even knew his name, I knew he would be perfect. When he was sure I had noticed him, he looked at me with hungry eyes. I knew that expression. His face showed an eagerness to please, to be seen, something nobody could overlook.

In my head I named him ‚Hung‘, and after I dismissed JJ, the model I had just finished taking pictures of, I nodded in ‚Hung‘ s’ direction.

“Hello Sir” he began the conversation with, casually ignoring his own nakedness and his heavy hard cock. I could see it was hard as steel, but I guessed pumping up a dick as heavy as his to a 45 degree angle took more than just willpower and a few sexy boys to look at.

“May I?” I asked politely, and he knew what I was asking for. He just smiled as I took his weapon into my hand. I felt it’s silky soft skin covering a solid basis. His rod was ready and willing, and even though I had been receiving a blowjob just moments ago, it was now me who wanted to taste a cock, lick the young man’s pre-cum, taste his salty and sweet aroma.

Plus I wanted to know if he might get even bigger with the right stimulation.

It did not take long to make him moan, even grunt at my masterful ministrations. I took a few pictures of his mighty phallus, in between licking him, and even though my assistant handed me a camera with a macro-lens, ‘Hung’ was not the least bothered and his dick never went limp.

I knew I had a sweet tooth for blacks. My boyfriend, back in the day, had used all my weaknesses to play me like a fiddle, and he left me heartbroken, my wallet empty.

This man though had looked at me with those dreamy eyes of his, arousing that feeling in me to hold him, protect him, give him a bright future.

I knew nothing about him, had no idea of his upbringing, but still I was already falling for him. After I put down the camera and started to work his dick in earnest, he held my head, not in a vice like-grip, but rather softly, tenderly, carefully. It was like he wanted to help me, support me, while I savoured him. This was not about him, I knew, this was about me, and he was the caring soul to help me to get what I craved.

What a man!

I knew I wanted to know him better, find out every aspect of him, wanted to hold him, keep him.

I had fallen in love at first sight.

But that will be another chapter…...