Page 48 of For the Cameras

“I will take pride in my cameraman duties,” I said, “including keeping your cock nice and hard for the shoots.”

He showed me upstairs, and I felt like I was entering some sort of forbidden promised land. I saw the simple rice paper setup he was using near the window to diffuse the natural light.

I bent down near the paned glass on his balcony doors, looking outside.

“These get such beautiful light in the late afternoon. This could be perfect for a full-body shot, if you wanted to lie down on the floor in front of it—”

I turned to look at him and saw that he’d tossed off his jeans and shirt. He was in light grey boxer-briefs, and I saw a spot of precum at the front of them.

He reached for the waistband, and I held out a hand, stopping him.

“Wait. Leave those on,” I said.

“Huh?” he asked. “I always strip naked before filming. I figure people are there for the action.”

I nodded. “But that spot of precum is so fucking hot. The way the outline of your cock forms that deep curve, with the obvious little wet spot? Trust me, leave them on just for the beginning. You can pull them off the moment we start filming, I promise.”

I loved that he was so eager to get naked on camera. I moved his light diffuser to the side a little, trying to frame the shot perfectly.

“You’re already much more of a professional than me,” he said. “I like it.”

“It is my job, after all,” I said, squinting at some reflected light on the floor. “Do you happen to have a cozy blanket we could throw on the floor? Or, hell, even a towel, for a loose, beachy vibe.”

“Let me see what I can find,” he said, dipping into his bathroom.

“Oh, and squeeze your cock for me,” I called out. “Just a little, through the fabric. You need to stay hard.”

I bit my lip, reaching down to rearrange my own aching dick. On one hand, Iwasa professional at this—I really did want to set up the best shot, get some good color balance and composition, and make Adam’s skin the focus of the video.

But commanding him to stay hard made me want to reach down and wrap my fist around my own cock, too.

He returned a moment later. In one hand, he had a blue towel, and in the other, he was squeezing the outline of his cock like I’d told him to.

“Is this good?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

I put the towel on the ground, purposely ruffling up a couple of sections of it to make it look amateur in a good kind of way.

“I like watching you work,” he said as he looked down at me.

“I like watching you come. Here, lie down.”

He did as I said, lying back on the towel in front of the sun. The golden light shined in through the panes, covering his skin. The gentle curves of his muscles popped with the diffuse shadows, and it made him look like a sculpture. The deep V-shape right above his hips was like a work of art.

“Is this good?”

“Christ, it’s obscene,” I said, shaking my head. “Do you have any idea how good your body is?”

“I mean, it does the job,” he said. “I never thought it was anything out of the ordinary.”

I fired up the camera, looking at the test image that lit up on the back monitor panel. “It’s so good,” I murmured. “Holy fuck, you are perfect.”

I could see him smile gently on the camera screen, absentmindedly running one of his palms along his chest as he kept the other still gripped gently around his cock.

“I still think you’re crazy,” he said, looking down. “But you make me feel really good about myself, Chase.”

Fuck. Now he was going straight to myheartat the same time as my cock. I tried to focus on the task at hand, snapping back into professional mode.

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