I'd often seen him in the village and I knew a few things: he was a Russian, he spoke some English and he had little money. I also knew that he was having trouble finding work. One day, when I'd had a drink or two, I found him sitting on a step in the village square. He looked a bit down, fed up and when I said Hi! he just nodded, sadly.
'What's up?' I said, sitting beside him.
'My girl,' he replied in a heavy Russian accent. 'She left me.'
'Oh, sorry.'
'And,' he went on without prompting, 'I got no work.'

I made him an offer there and then. Made bolder by the beers I'd had I didn't care if he said no or took the suggestion the wrong way. I simply said: 'you need to earn some money?'

He looked at me, half surprised and half wary, and shrugged. 'Doing what?'
'I want someone to model for me.'
'Model? What is that?'
'Have your photograph taken,' I explained using hand gestures to illustrate a camera.
'What photos?'
'Well,' I smiled to reassure him. 'That depends on how much you want to earn. Let's start at twenty for your face.'
'Twenty?' His eyes lit up and I knew then that I was on to a winner.

Half and hour later he was back at my place looking in wonder at the things I had in my house. Television, DVD player, luxuries beyond his dreams. I could see him work out that he too could have such things, if he could only make the money. I asked him to remove his boots, for the carpets I said, as I prepared the camera and lights in the studio.

When I came back to find him he was also removing his socks so that he was bare footed. That was an interesting sign.

I took him into the studio and stood him against the wall. I ran off a few head shots, making his feel at ease and, as I adjusted the camera, offered him a drink from the bottles. He helped himself to a large, neat vodka and, once he'd downed it, asked: 'you finished?'
'That's twenty,' I said in reply and handed him a note.
He looked at it and raised his eyebrows. Probably the easiest twenty he'd ever made.
'You want to earn forty?' I asked.
He looked back at me and shrugged, 'what for?'
'For pictures of your chest.'
'O.k.'

Either the Vodka had kicked in really quickly or he simply didn't mind but he stripped off his shirt revealing his chest. Smooth, very well defined, perfect. I felt myself start to tremble a little. I kind of knew that he would be willing to go further for a little more cash but how far?

A few more shots and another twenty was handed over. He took another drink.
'Sixty without jeans,' I said and nodded towards his legs.
'I don't know...'
'Keep your underwear on.' I put another twenty on the table by the Vodka. He thought for a moment, looked around the studio as if to check no one could see and then peeled off his tatty worker's jeans.

He stood with his back to the wall, (very sensible as my cock was starting to bulge in my own jeans) and I posed him for some full body shots. He looked really horny, even in his daft boxers, but I wanted to see more. I handed him the twenty, he stuffed it in his jeans pocket with the other money and headed for the drinks again. When he turned around I was holding another twenty in the air. He swigged his drink and smiled.

This time he turned to face the wall before slowly stripping off his boxers. It was like he was teasing me. His smooth, solid arse cheeks came into view. I clicked away, standing with my legs slightly apart so that my hard on had more room to grow. While he was looking away from me I slipped my hand into my jeans and adjusted it, leaving it pointing up and to the side. So that he could see what he was doing to me.

'You have a great body,' I complemented.
'Thank you,' he replied over his shoulder.
'That's it, flex some muscles for me.'

His back was powerful, wide shoulders and slim hips. I had to feel him beneath me but I didn't know how far he would go.

'Turn around,' I said as innocently as possible.

He turned, his big hands cupping his cock so that it was hidden from me. He was shy! I could see that he had shaved pubes and my heart missed a beat. I was desperate to see his cock and even more desperate to find some way to taste it.

'O.k.' I said, 'look down.'

He did and in doing so stared straight at my bulging jeans. He got the message.
'Are we finished?' he said and started to move towards his clothes, still hiding his cock and balls.
'Not yet.'

I put another twenty on the table and pointed at the spot he had been standing in.
'To show everything,' I said.

He only hesitated briefly before moving back to the same place.
'And now?' he asked.
I smiled. Without realising it he was posing. He moved into different positions, showing off his torso and posing for the camera like a pro.
'Reach up and lean on the wall,' I said.

He did as he was told without thinking. He let go of his cock and it sprang out, hard.
'Shit,' he gasped and grabbed for it again, embarrassed.
'Don't worry,' I laughed to reassure him. My camera clicked away. 'Let it hang out. Think of your girl, play with it.'
'Yeah?'
'Yeah why not?'

He swayed slightly, drunk, and then did what I had been hoping he would do.

He grabbed his cock and started slowly wanking himself. I moved in, got some close ups, sniffed secretly at the aroma of his sweat.

'Just let yourself go,' I encouraged. 'Ignore the camera, ignore me. Close your eyes and think of what she's doing to you. That's it, mate, nice and slow. Imagine her soft hands around your cock. Turn around.'

He did exactly as he was told, lost in his own little fantasy. 'Turn around for a moment, hands on the wall, bend, let the air get to your balls. Good, nice. Feels good?'
'Great.'

Great, smooth fuckable arse, I thought.

'And back to me again.' I was kneeling before him now, pointing the camera up to get closer to his long, smooth cock and his hairless balls. 'Look down at me. Imagine I am her, below you, you're wanking that rod of yours for her, feel it get harder and stronger. Feel her touch it.'

Without warning him I moved the camera away from my face and licked his balls.

He grabbed for them instinctively but, by the time he looked down again the camera was over my face. It could not have been me!
'Imagine her licking your balls, sucking your cock....

'Lie down, wrap your belt around your cock, play with it, feel the leather against your shaved skin. Imagine that it is her hands, she's feeling you, playing with your huge cock. That's it, explore, experiment. Let it go, do what you want...

'Grab your stiff hard on, pull it. Stroke it gently, play with your balls, good, good. Rub that foreskin up and down over your cockhead. Feel your balls start to itch, feel that cum start to work its way up inside you. Harder man, stroke yourself harder for me. Faster...

'Yeah, tip your head back, stroke it faster. Beat it. Slam your fist up and down that shaft, let me see you cum. Let me see you shoot your spunk. Faster man...'

'Oh yeah!' he started calling out, he said things in Russian, he'd list himself in the fantasy. He pulled harder on his shaft, threw his head back, wanked himself furiously until...

His jism spurted up, through the air and splashed onto his smooth hard stomach. He yelled out a long, staggered groan, gasping and stuttering, 'yea..ea...ess!' as jet after jet of spunk splattered his body.

He rubbed himself, Rubbing his sweet smelling juice into his toned muscles, his legs writhing around beneath him. He carried on, with his eyes staring at the ceiling now, washing himself with his own cum.

I had put the camera down. I had freed my cock from my jeans. It stood out rock solid. I stood over him. I pulled my own meat and within seconds my jism rained down on him mixing with his. He rubbed it in, bathing in our cum. And then his eyes started to focus on me and he realised what I was doing.

He said nothing. Just looked at me. And smiled. Then he looked down the length of his body to where his cock was lying flaccid.

'Make it hard again?' he asked and his voice was quiet and nervous.

I knelt down between his legs. Took his heavy cock in my hand and opened my mouth.

I didn't see his face as I slipped it in, but I felt his thick Russian meat grow harder and hot in my mouth as I started working on it.

And then it all paid off. I felt his foot seek out my lip cock beneath me. With his toes he started to explore me and I knew that the afternoon was going to get better.