The Session

         
          My subject was unquestionably Turk. This I knew at first sight, even before he introduced himself as

Mehmet. His cropped hair was thick and dark and his liquid brown eyes were framed by what some might

crudely refer to as a "unibrow", but I found it gave him an almost primal, brooding vibe that was unbelievably

appealing in nature. His aquiline profile and full, fleshy lips gave away his heritage as well. Mother Nature

is a force to be reckoned with. I was thrilled when he smiled shyly and revealed teeth that, while clean and

white, would have benefitted from orthodontia, as they were slightly crooked. Teeth with character are one

of my weaknesses as well. He stepped out of his jeans and tee shirt with very little prodding, taking time to

neatly fold them before putting them on a chair. This dark stranger was turning out to be a real find. 


        He stood before me nude and I took a moment to take him in. He was no older than twenty five, I

would guess, and of average height and weight, with healthy arms and legs that were muscular without

being overly bulging, a look I personally find distracting from the beauty of a man's natural physique.

He was cut, of course, clearly being Muslim, and his chest, stomach, legs, and arms were covered in

a thick coat of dark curly hair, as was the area between his legs. I was so pleased he had answered

my ad that I couldn't help but give my assistant Stefan a slight smile, which he quickly reciprocated.

After a couple let downs, I had a good feeling we were back on track with this charming Mehmet.


          He knew that he would be nude, that he would be photographed, and that the session would

be sexual in nature but wouldn't contain sexual contact with anyone else. This was agreed upon, as

was the $150.00 fee he would earn at the end of an hour's work. Mehmet made it clear that he was

straight, just in need of cash and not adverse to being watched by men as he masturbated. This, by

the way, is what they almost all say. I have found that, without question, the men who spend the most

time and energy convincing me of their heterosexuality are the first ones to accept Stefan's cock if

it is offered to them in the heat of the moment during a shoot, milking it greedily with their mouths or

assholes, draining it of all its' seed. But I digress.


          Stefan is about forty and rather studious looking, with glasses and tidy, slightly graying brown

hair. Actually he looks like a professor, which is what he is by day: a professor of history at a rather

snooty, prestigious liberal arts college. They would most certainly not approve of his extra curricular

jaunts with me! Yes, he looks unassuming, but the thick piece of meat between his legs is anything

but, and it is mesmerizing for me to see him react to, and sometimes perform with, our beautiful and

quite sexy subjects. He is my ideal, slightly older than my thirty five years and much, much wiser than

I can ever hope to be on my best day. I am a photographer by trade, although a much more banal

type by day, snapping pictures of wedding parties and prom dates and such things. I did not have a

second of hesitation, however, when Stefan suggested we begin this endeavour. As a matter of fact,

I jumped at it. I am a voyeur of sorts, he has strong exhibitionist tendencies, and we both appreciate

variety. Who could ask for a better match? 


          But back to the story at hand- Our subject is propped up on one elbow, his legs slightly open,

revealing more dark hair and nicely shaped balls. His cock is hard and beautifully shaped, thick and

jutting, the head glistening with a few drops of pre- cum. He's spread out on a thick white blanket,

pillows behind him. His nervousness appears to be subsiding as he begins to gently stoke himself.

Stefan, fully clothed, kneels beside him and offers to help him get off. He is polite and quiet in his

request and this is the moment I relish and always try and capture on camera: The very moment

of surrender, the second that these men give in to their secret desire. It is such a glorious thing to

witness and Mehmet is no different than the majority of subjects who accept this offer and watch as

Stefan expertly strokes their dicks, his hand lubed up with massage oil or, as is the case today, with

just the copious amount of pre-cum that has oozed out of an aching cock slit. He speaks quietly to

Mehmet, urging him to open his legs , pulling one up slightly and using his other hand to expose to

me what he knows I am anxiously waiting to finally see. His asshole is as hot and hairy as the rest

of him and I am beside myself when I see that Mehmet has reached down to assist Stefan in his

efforts to expose his most secret, intimate place, his darker hands spreading his ass open even

wider than Stefan's smaller, paler ones had. He is at once filthy and at his most pure as well, and

he just nods and sighs in approval as Stefan softly strokes the fur around his sweet rosebud, taking

care to let me photograph the process, before gently, gently sliding his middle finger in. He later

grows hard as he desribes to me how tight and hot Mehmet was. I swear he was a virgin, he stated.

A virgin. We were both incredibly aroused as we talked about our sweet virgin Turk with his sweet

little hairy ass, and that thick, beautiful cock as well. Stefan makes no effort to perform orally on

Mehmet and he is not asked to. He just continues stroking his cock with one hand while teasing his

ass with the other until our subject comes with a sexy, low moan and a shudder. He is a natural.

We pay him his fee plus an extra fifty for just being sweet and striking, and he thanks us politely

before leaving and I have a feeling we've not seen the last of him.