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Caught....(Almost) With The Soccer Jock He was my last one of the day and I was running behind schedule. The team shot was done first, right at the end of school, then we started doing the photos that actually paid for the "free" team shot. You know, the athlete's solo picture the one that sits on the coffee table for a few days before mom finally decides to put it away until the next time the photographer comes to school. That's me, the photographer! "Okay,....Todd Johnson," I said, looking at the name on the form the patient kid had filled out. "Let's do the regular shot first," and he assumed the position on the center of the circle on the gym floor, his right knee on the tape mark I'd put there 34 athletes ago, the soccer ball balanced on the opposite knee as I took his picture. He hadn't checked one of the options for his second individual pose, but the money amount he'd written in indicated that he wanted one. "What's your other pose?" I asked him and he stuttered and stammered for a few moments until I asked what was wrong. "Well...um...I...oh hell, I'm wondering if you can do one of me like I'm posing for a muscle-magazine. I'll pay extra if you want," he offered, and I explained that poses like that really needed to have some kind of parental permission. "I'm eighteen, I can sign for myself." he said, and I gave him a suspicious look. "Honest, I'll get my ID" he said, reaching for his wallet in the bag behind him. "No, it's okay, I believe you." I said, and I really did. Shit, he certainly looked old enough to be eighteen, compared to some of his baby-faced team mates anyway. "Great!" he said, and he peeled off his shirt to display that he was (at least physically) far more mature than the others. Jesus, from just below his neck, completely blanketing his well-built chest and down over his flat belly was a thick coating of dark hair. I'd noticed earlier, while getting his set for the regular pose, that his legs were pretty well covered, but this was incredible! Before I could say anything, he'd stripped his team shorts off as well to reveal that he was already wearing a pair of electric blue posing shorts like those worn by models on those muscle-men magazines. The effect was incredible, what with the hairiness of his exposed body, and the way his ass and hefty basket stretched the material of the tiny trunks to the limit. "C'mon let's get this done before your coach comes in, and gives us both hell!" I said. Young Todd Johnson thought I took only one shot of him in those posing trunks, but I was quick and skillful enough to manage about half a dozen that he never realized I was taking, planning to send one to him in his packet and fully intending to keep the rest for myself. I was almost sorry to have his put his shirt and shorts back on once I'd finished but, as I'd feared would happen, the coach came in almost the second he covered his hairy muscular body back up. "When will these be ready Mr. Reed?" he asked, and I told him I'd have them done in about a week. "That's why we keep calling your place to do these" he said, complimenting us on our fast and efficient service. "Shall I send them all here?" I asked, and from behind the coach I could see Todd Johnson signaling me, shaking his head no. I gave him a quick wink, indicating that I understood that he didn't want his second pose to come to the coach with the rest of the team shots. Out in the parking lot I finished putting my equipment into the car and he appeared, a slip of paper in his hand with an address on it. "Can you send my pictures (at least the one) to my house?" he asked, and I indicated that I would be happy to. "You know Todd, you're a natural in front of a camera. Ever consider doing any modeling?" I asked, and he blushed slightly. "Nah, I just....well..." "I've got a friend in the business who's always looking for fresh young talent. Of course you'd have to have a portfolio to get an interview. Do you have anything like that?" I asked, knowing full well what I was doing. "No sir, I've never even considered......" "Tell you what Todd, why don't you stop by my studio tomorrow after practice and we'll do a few shots in good lighting and I'll make you some good quality glossy prints." "But I can't afford to ...." he began and I stopped him. "Forget the fee kid, my friend will pay me if he likes them, or you can pay me after you become famous!" I joked. I didn't bother to tell him right then, but I figured I could accept payment from Todd Johnson in some other form, and couldn't wait to get started. It was close to 6:00 p.m. the next day when he arrived at my place. I opened the door and caught my breath as I saw him. He wore a tank top and a pair of cut-off jeans and looked like he had a two week start on a full beard. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Reed, seems like I've been behind all day. I overslept this morning and didn't even have time to shave before school. I was late to three classes and the coach made me run the track because I was ten minutes late for practice. Maybe we should reschedule for another day, when I look a little neater." he suggested. "No, you're fine, just fine!" I said, thinking to myself that this was going to be even better than I'd hoped for. His scruffy look would be just what my published friend liked. Oh yeah, I neglected to mention that my friend is one of the top producers of pornographic male magazines and movies in the country. With his contacts and my ability we could make Todd Johnson the next male sex-star. But the portfolio really was a must. I started out with a few shots of him in that sexy tank top, his hairy chest and shoulders exposed but quite obvious. Then, I had him remove the shirt and I concentrated on his furry front and his exceedingly thickly muffed arm-pits. I'd asked him to put his hands behind his head and he assumed I was photographing his front, but I managed to zoom in on the young man's underarms instead. These shots would be just for me. "Okay kid, pose for me, give me a good look at your muscles!" I said, and he struck a pose that caused his chest to swell, his arms to bulge and my cock to jump to an instant erection. Jesus he looked good, and I decided to make my move. "Hey Todd, if you want to short-cut your trip to a big modeling career you can do it by including a couple of nude pictures in your port- folio, what do you say?" "Well, do you mean....like butt shots or....well you know!" he said, obviously embarrassed at what I was suggesting. "I'll tell you what, if it'll make you feel less uncomfortable we can start with some rear shots, but eventually ....." and I let it go there. He somewhat hesitantly pulled down his posing trunks and I let the camera go on quick repeat mode to get as many of those teasing shots as I could. Eventually he'd pulled them all the way off and I got a good look at his incredibly furry butt. Jesus, the rest of him was really hairy, but it hadn't prepared me for just how thickly coated his ass would be. It didn't take long for him to get accustomed to being nude in front of me, and he actually started getting into it. "Bend over and pull your ass-cheeks apart!" I said to him, and he did as I asked, while I took picture after picture with my high-speed camera. "All right, time to turn around kid." I said, and he tried to cover his manhood with his hands. "Tried to" is the operative phrase there because even with both hands together he wasn't able to conceal the whole length of his man-sized cock. I didn't stop to wait for permission, didn't care if he wanted it or not, I just dropped to my knees before him and took the first several inches of his magnificent cock into my mouth. If he objected to it, he never said anything, and before long the big ten-incher was shoved most of the way down my throat. Like most teen-agers, he wasn't able to control himself and it took almost no time for him to flood my guts with his first big load of spew. I swallowed hard and fast to get every drop (a real talent of mine, developed through years of practice!) and stood up to kiss him on the mouth. My tongue dug in between his lips, and he seemed to enjoy the flavor of his own spunk. I'd put my camera down, but that didn't stop the video camera that I'd trained onto the lighted area where I was shooting his pictures. Later on I would be able to isolate some of the best shots of my blow-job and print them off as I did other negatives. As we continued our passionate open-mouthed kissing, his hand slipped down between us and started stroking my hard cock. "C'mon man, take these pants off and get naked too. I want to see you without any clothes on. I want you to fuck me Dana!" he blurted out, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He leaned over this orange crate I sometimes use as a prop, and spread his hairy ass-cheeks apart as he'd done earlier for the camera. This time though, it was to take my cock up his butt-hole, and he took it like he'd been on the receiving end of dick for a long time. I was certainly not the first to shove a cock up this hairy hole, and he massaged my shaft with the muscles way up inside him. Earlier, I'd thought to myself that he came too fast, as I sucked his cock. I was just as unable to control myself, as I started pumping my big meat up his tight hot ass-hole, all the while reaching around and playing with his hairy tits while I fucked him. I hadn't had time to put on a condom and didn't want to come up his ass without him agreeing to it, so I pulled out and splattered a huge load all over his broad lightly hairy back, collapsing on top of him and cementing our bodies together with the sticky goo. We lay that way for a while until he announced that he had to get home. "My old man's a retired marine drill sergeant and he's got this thing about me being home by 9:00 or else. I'll barely make it, even if I leave right now." he said. I reluctantly allowed him to leave my studio. Later, as I started developing the shots I'd taken of Todd that evening I heard the doorbell ring. I was half-tempted to let it go, but decided I'd better answer it. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be the soccer coach of Todd's team. It's a damned good thing the kid's "drill sergeant" father insisted on him being home or the coach would've caught me with my cock up his hunkiest team-member's ass-hole.....or maybe vice versa (if I was lucky!). This time at least, I hadn't been caught. **to be continued