CHAPTER ONE
Giggles surrounded me as I slung an arm around a cute brunette, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. It was almost like a dream, being surrounded by such beautiful women, tending to my every need. As I leaned down to tuck a hibiscus behind her ear, some annoying insect buzzed around my face. I tried to swat it away, but to no avail. "This fucking insect". Just die already." To my horror, the buzz escalated to a high shrill tone, and I was jarred back to reality. I blinked.
Damn. What a great dream. Then, I scowled at the source of it all; the loud buzz of the doorbell. I trudged out of bed and wore an annoyed expression, ready to give the intruder the tongue-lashing he deserved.
As I flung open the door, ready to give the persistent stranger a piece of my mind, I was taken aback by how tall and handsome he was; 6 feet tall with dark hair and wearing nothing more than a simple white T-shirt and tanned shorts.
"Excuse me"! are you the local nude photographer?"
Before answering his question, I quickly scanned my surroundings to ensure that we were not overheard. Satisfied, I looked past this young man to see who had tagged along after him and saw none.
I folded my arms and nodded. "You could say that. Would you like to make an appointment for your lady?"
He contemplated that for awhile before answering. However, I could sense his hesitance. "That would be nice, but I was thinking more along the lines of...if you would take some pictures of me instead. Naked."
Surprised, I shook my head. "Sorry, I don't have a habit of shooting nude males."
Quickly, he assured me that money was not an issue. "I would really like you to be the one to take pictures of me. Money isn't a problem, really."
Being a photographer, I tend to notice minor details and I couldn't help but notice that an obvious bulge had formed in his shorts. Why the hell was this young man getting an erection, right there in my doorway?
"How about it? Would you?" His eyes pleaded with me to take his offer, and I might have been tempted by the amount of money he'd thrown in if I hadn't been so annoyed at his persistence.
"No, kid. I told you why I wouldn't." I made sure that my firm comment was accompanied by a dark scowl, which, to my absolute horror, seemed to have no effect on him.
Just when I was about to slam the door in his face, he did the most unusual thing; he dropped his shorts, disclosing the fact that he wore no underwear and was sporting the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and it was only in a semi-hard state.
Now, this caught my attention real fast. I grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him through the door before my nosy, gossiping neighbors could see a cute boy standing there with his bare ass and cock hanging out, shorts pooled around his ankles.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention one thing; this happened whilst my wife was sitting in the living room, taking everything in. By now, I was pretty furious at his impertinence, and was struggling for composure.
"Leave. With your clothes on, right now, before I make sure you leave with a black eye." I drew myself up to my full height and stared him down, glaring at him.
Just then, my wife, Debbie, finally spoke up, "I'll take those pictures for him. He looks like a nice boy." I snorted indelicately at that. Yeah, right! I'm not letting her get anywhere near that obviously-horny young man.
This was the beginning of my fixation with another penis other than my own. Damn, he was big, and he'd shaved all of his pubic hair. I'd sure as hell never seen that before, at least not on a male. My wife had shaved her pussy and several female models whom I'd photographed before did as well, but I found it rather odd that a man would shave. Little did I know that I would end up shaving my own pubic hair later in life when I was single once again.
CHAPTER TWO
After being single for a couple of years and being horny most of the time, I found a new interest in life at long last; the local nude beach. So I admit to being a shy person; I was not getting younger and had a slight pot belly, but what the hell. I was just going to let it all hang out while I had a little fun. I was probably not going to get laid, anyway, and I did enjoy spending time at the beach, even if my only companion happened to be myself.
So, why not just get a good tan, soak up the sun, and take some wild life pictures? With that calming thought in mind, I headed for Playalinda Beach, found myself a rather secluded place, and set up my umbrella and lounge chair, all the while pretending that I didn't notice the nudes sashaying away in front of me. Thank the heavens for the existence of sunglasses.
Seemed to me as though all the guys had big cocks; or at least larger than mine, and they never failed to shoot me a grin each time. As they strolled by, they gave their dicks a little tug. Later on, I'd learned that this was actually normal behavior if you wanted someone's attention, and when it came to cocks, there were those who liked to show it off, and those who grew it out. Hence, the show-ers and the grow-ers.
Damn, why the hell was I attracting all the homos instead of the cute babes? Was there no end to my misery?
After an hour or so, it had come to my observation that one male, in particular, was paying me a great deal of attention, more than I was comfortable with. He was blonde and his skin was tanned, courtesy of the sun and had a large dick that was semi-hard every time he passed by in front of me. I knew that this couldn't be good, because it didn't take him long to come up to where I was lounging in my hair to say "Hi."
Trying to be polite and not stare at his semi hard-on that was mere inches away from my face, I engaged in a conversation with him, all the while covering up my little limp dick with my hand and beach towel. "Yeah, this is my first time at a nude beach, actually. It's quite an eye-opener."
He raised an eyebrow and smiled at me. "Is that so? Maybe not to a regular like myself, though." He leaned closer to me; close enough for me to smell the lotion on his skin, and just as I was about to tell him to back off, he shot me a lopsided smile, an unreadable expression on his face.
"You know, I've noticed you for awhile now. You're my type, and so is your cock." He turned to whisper in my ear, and I wondered if he thought it made him seem sexy.
"That's what's so attractive about you."
I gave him the most incredulous look. Well. Seemed as though he had a fondness for underrated members. Go ahead and rub it in. Make my day, why don't you? I must have worn a dark scowl after his insensitive comment, because he asked yet another stupid question.
"Why are you hiding it under your towel?"
