'Oh… gosh, that feels so great… ' she sighed.
'It sure does,' said Neil.
'It looks tremendous,' said Felix. He snapped a shot.
Neil leaned forward and enjoyed the feel of his
cock separating the tightness of her rectum. It was like he was plowing into unchartered territory. Every part of his pecker was alive with trembling excitement.
She started to buck and twist now, his cock worked her asshole loose and he had room to maneuver. The thick odor of her insides filled his nostrils as the speed returned to his hips. He was now pumping fast, deep, furious. She was taking each thrust with a happy grunt.
Finally he climaxed. The juice was released from his confused, aching balls and sent in a river along the channels of his pecker. It hosed deep inside her swirling ass to paint her insides with white, sticky foam. Neil grabbed her tightly by the hips and clamped her against his loins as his cock vomited and screamed inside her.
It was over. The pain was suddenly gone from his testicles. He felt terrific. As he popped his cock free Felix took three shots. One of his dripping pecker, one of her recovering asshole, one of the trickling sperm as it leaked from the small hole and streamed down the inside of her thigh.
Sherry dressed quickly, humming all the time. As she turned to go she gave Neil a happy wink. I'm thrilled to have met you, Neil.'
'Me too,' he answered.
'Maybe we'll run into each other again,' she said. 'All right, Sherry,' said Felix. 'Here's your money. Now get out of here.'
Felix led her out the door as Neil started to dress.
He inspected his cock, it was in fine, fully relaxed and in comfortable shape. He decided he'd really like to rim across her again, she was the first female he had that didn't know about his hero status.
Chapter 6
Neil was in his jockey shorts when Felix returned. The prissy photographer giggled with delight. 'Oh! This was an excellent session. I have some absolute treasures!'
Neil nodded despondently. 'Yeah, but what about the other ones? The ones of Helen and me.'
Felix giggled again. 'Yes… I promised we'd burn them, didn't I?'
Neil sat down to pull on his socks. 'That's right. Can we take care of that now?'
'Sure, sure, we'll get to it' Felix's eyes had a far-off, watery look as he sat down next to Neil. He smiled sheepishly and sighed. 'Such wonderful pictures. I must say, you have a very fine build.'
Neil wasn't in the mood for compliments, he was anxious to see the photographs reduced to ashes. 'Thanks, now about the…'
Felix cut him off short by putting his hand softly on Neil's thigh. Neil immediately tightened. 'You also have a splendid prick,' whispered Felix.
Neil didn't know what to say. It was obvious from the expression of pure desire on the photographer's face that he was dying to have his own type of sex with Neil. But Neil wasn't the slightest bit interested… and he also didn't have the words available to express it. Instead, he batted Felix's soothing hand from his leg.
Felix pulled his hand up to his face as an expression of hurt shadowed him. He glared like a struck child at Neil until finally hissing, 'You ungrateful bastard! Here I just let you screw one of the wildest models in the business… and I paid for it! And what thanks do I get? An impolite slap!'
'You shouldn't have touched me!' answered Neil.
'Oh, get off it!' barked Felix. 'Just who the hell do you think you are? I'm trying to be nice to you, friendly, cordial. But you're just too narrow-minded to appreciate it…'
'Come on, let's burn those pictures so I can get out of here,' said Neil.
'Pictures! Pictures! That's all I hear! Can't you relax and think of something else?'
'No!' Neil answered firmly.
Felix's manner changed abruptly. From anger his expression suddenly changed to apologetic. He spoke softly'. 'I'm sorry, Neil I shouldn't have made that advance. It was wrong of me to expect you to agree. Especially when you're so worried about those silly photographs.'
'Yes, I am worried. Let's burn them now.
Felix nodded, then stood up. He started for the kitchen but suddenly stopped. As he turned Neil saw yet another face of the man's character. His left eyebrow was arched high above his eye, his mouth was tightly closed, he appeared menacing, overpowering, dominant.
'We'll burn them as soon as you take your clothes off and let me make you feel much better than any woman can.
The statement was direct, concise, strongly stated. Neil was again lost as he tried to think of a refusal to suit the situation. Nothing came to his mind but 'No!'
Felix had just as simple a rebuttal. 'Yes!'
The sweaty-faced photographer lunged for Neil. Neil jumped up to get out of the way. It was the wrong move. Felix caught him around the waist with his arms and slowly sank to his knees. His face cuddled deep into Neil's crotch.
Neil's first reaction was to strike out and punch the skinny creep on the head. But he held back and made one more attempt at reason.
'No! Leave me alone!' He jolted his hips forward to shake Felix off but it only served to excite the groveling weirdo. Neil felt his teeth ripping at his underwear, trying to dig a hole through the shorts to his warm, but limp cock.
Neil was about ready to unleash his fist when he heard the front door close. 'Uh… uh… Felix
There's someone here,' said Neil
He was looking at a shocked, open-mouthed man in an impeccable suit with a briefcase. The briefcase dropped to the floor as the middle-aged gentleman gasped for air. It was obvious he was winding up to either scream or curse. Neil wanted nothing to do with it. He struggled fitfully until Felix finally looked over and saw the man.
'George… 'he mumbled. His hold on Neil suddenly went slack and disappeared. Neil stepped free, grabbed his pants, and quickly tugged them on.
'You shit! You cheating, lying, double-timing shit!' George was screeching.
Felix was standing, vainly trying to obscure the erection jutting out noticeably in his pants. 'George… now, George, you don't understand…'
'I understand!' bellowed George. 'While I'm at work trying to provide for the both of us, you're here at home sucking the cocks of mere boys! You slut!'
Felix was in tears, he cowed before George. 'Please… George… I've never done it before. I didn't even do it this time… '
'Only because I interrupted! Maybe you'd like me to leave so you can finish sucking his cock? Would you like that, you whore?'
'No, no, no, George… you know you're the only one for me… the only cock I love…' cried Felix, George zipped his fly down and worked his red pecker out to poke half hard at Felix. 'Then prove it. Crawl over here and suck my cock until I come in your mouth. Then swallow it! Eat me for dinner, you naughty boy.'
Like a trained dog Felix crawled to George's crotch and stiffening rod. Neil pulled his shoes on fast as he heard the first slurps of Felix's dinner. He jumped up and dashed quickly out the patio door. He was in no mood to wait around, he was afraid he might be dessert.
Now he was in a mess. He had posed for the pictures but failed to get the other ones burned. He knew his chances of convincing Felix were mighty slim. He wandered into the pump house and sat next to the boiler while trying to think of a plan of action. Nothing came to mind.
After half an hour of concentration Neil knew what he had to do. Go tell Mr. Walker, his boss. He was the
