I Hired a Nude Photographer and Ended Up in a Threesome

I got into the car with my hands a little sweaty and the GPS marking an address I didn’t know. It wasn’t the drive that made me nervous, but what was going to happen when I arrived. It had only been two weeks since I’d posted the ad on my page and, although inquiries started coming in right away, I still didn’t fully trust myself. This was the third session I’d accepted with the new setup: me naked behind the camera, the client naked in front of it.

I parked where the navigation told me to. A residential area north of the city, empty streets, villas with their own garages. I rang the bell and a uniformed housekeeper opened the door for me, then escorted me to a huge living room with light leather sofas and a window open onto the garden. She asked if I wanted something to drink. I asked for water and she left. I stood there looking at the paintings on the wall, trying to remember the two long breaths that always helped me before I started shooting.

“Hi, Mateo?”

I turned around. The client appeared through the back door in shorts and a white T-shirt. Early thirties, dark-skinned, slim but solid.

“Yes, hi.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Damián.”

“Likewise. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous; this is the first time I’ve set something like this up. I saw your ad, looked at your portfolio, and in the end I went for it.”

“Don’t worry, that’s normal. Tell me what you’re after and where you want to start.”

“The idea is to start with something in underwear, on the sofa, and then something more open. The first hour it’ll just be you and me. Then a friend of mine is coming by; we see each other from time to time, I told him about the project and he was up for it.”

“Perfect. We’ll start where you feel comfortable.”

“The living room is fine to begin with. After that, without anything on, we can move to the kitchen and the garden, until Bruno gets here.”

I took the cameras out of the backpack and laid them carefully on the tall table. I checked the batteries, the cards, the portable reflector. While he was taking off his T-shirt, I stripped off my pants, socks, and underwear. I folded everything onto a chair and went back to the table, naked now.

Damián looked at me with a crooked smile.

“Damn. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stay relaxed with that cock hanging out so clearly.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, smiling. “The idea is for you to be comfortable. If I get hard, I get hard. If you do too, even better.”

For me, getting naked was the easy part. At my place, when I wasn’t expecting anyone, I went around without clothes most of the day. When I came up with the idea of offering these sessions with the photographer naked too, it felt like closing a circle: being part of the scene without having to appear in the frame.

“Okay, now get comfortable. Keep changing positions, look for different poses for your body and your face.”

I started shooting from the floor, high angle and low angle. Damián had a beautiful body, not overly defined but clean, with that tanned skin that catches side light well. His features, on the other hand, were too tense for what I wanted. I asked him to close his eyes for a couple of minutes, to breathe deeply. It worked.

I asked him to turn around and pull his boxer shorts down halfway. He had a round ass, white where the sun never touched it. I photographed him from every angle, pulled the waistband down to his ankles, asked him to lift his legs and spread a little. What I saw through the viewfinder started getting to me. My cock, which had left home calm after a good wank, started thickening against my thigh.

Damián turned his head and looked at me.

“I like seeing you like this. I didn’t know this would go so fast.”

“The camera gets me in the mood,” I said. “And looking at what I’m looking at, it doesn’t take much.”

He turned all the way around. What he had between his legs was one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen outside a screen. Long, thick, and with heavy balls hanging with obvious weight.

“We’re going to be a while photographing that,” I said.

“I’ve been uncomfortable with it for years. I want to keep a nice memory of it.”

I did the job. Every angle, every centimeter, the details from below, the balls in the foreground, the shadow the cock cast over his thigh. When I asked him to stroke himself, it became even more imposing, and after a while he was openly watching what I had in my hands.

“I like the way you’re dripping,” he said.

“It’s very close to you.”

He stretched out his hand and grabbed my head with two fingers. He started playing with the pre-cum that kept coming out, spreading it over the tip. My balls started tightening. I kept shooting, no longer even looking through the viewfinder, mechanical.

“I want you to come on me,” he murmured. “And photograph it.”

I didn’t even take half a minute. I moved down onto the sofa with the camera in my left hand and shot in bursts while I soaked his chest, throat, and jaw. A long, thick load that left me empty and dizzy. Damián smeared my cum over his body like oil, grabbed his own cock with his hand slick with it, and started jerking off slowly, watching me.

I put the camera aside. I leaned in and took that cock into my mouth, the balls first, one by one, smooth and hot. I worked my way up the shaft as far as I could. I was gagging and I didn’t care. When I looked up, he held my gaze, pushed my head down, and came into my throat with a low groan.

***

I let him catch his breath for two seconds before making him lift his legs. I found his ass almost hairless, pink, perfect. He used his palm to spread what was still dripping down his chest and worked it into his hole himself. I didn’t wait. I shoved my cock in hard and he writhed.

“Slowly,” he hissed.

I kept my cock still inside for a while, letting him get used to it. Then I started pulling it all the way out and pushing back in again. It’s a habit of mine: pull it out all the way and go back in, like it’s the first time. People do that to me and I hate the feeling, but I can’t resist when I’m the one fucking. I sucked the fingers of one of his feet while I was fucking him. Damián was screaming into the cushion. I hammered him hard until I felt him tighten again, and then I gave him what was left inside me.

He collapsed forward onto the sofa, laughing. He licked my cock clean with his tongue, slowly, as the doorbell rang.

“Yeah,” he said into the intercom.

“It’s Bruno.”

“Come up, handsome. We’re in the living room. Don’t freak out, we’re on the second part of the session.”

“Even better,” the voice on the other end laughed.

Bruno walked in like it was nothing, dropping his backpack by the door. He was about the same age as Damián, a little shorter, with a shaved head and a short beard. He took one look at the scene—the two of us on the sofa, sweaty, cocks hard, the floor shining—and burst out laughing.

“Holy shit, you’ve got the advantage.”

He undid his shorts and let them fall. He was like me, average but playful, already stirring against his thigh. He sat between us and started stroking himself calmly while watching us.

“I’m keeping going with the photos,” I said, lifting the camera again.

“What a shame,” he said.

“There’s time for everything.”

“Fine, then I’ll fuck Damián in the meantime.”

“He’s all yours. He’s already well prepared.”

Damián got down on all fours on the rug. Bruno knelt behind him, spat into his hand, lubed himself up, and shoved in with one hard thrust. His normal-but-fast cock came in and out with a dry rhythm, slapping against Damián’s thighs. Mine, which had gotten hard again without permission, wanted action.

I got down on the floor with the camera and shot from below. Damián’s cock was dripping against his stomach. Bruno’s back muscles tightened every time he pushed in. I moved behind him and looked at his ass: completely clean, not a single hair, round, white. I couldn’t help it. I put the camera aside, pulled my cock out of Damián’s ass, made him bend down, and shoved it into his friend’s mouth while I ate his ass.

I worked hard. Licked, spat, slid in one finger, then two, then three. When four were almost going in, I straightened up, spat on my cock, and shoved it in. Bruno screamed into the cushion. I grabbed his hips and fucked him with all the hunger I had. Damián, underneath, had his ass so open by then that he could take three fingers without blinking.

I felt possessed. I smelled sweat, cum, hot skin. I pulled Bruno’s cock out and told him to lie on his back. I lifted his legs and kept fucking him from there, while Damián crawled toward my face and I took his cock down my throat from the side, trying not to choke.

I slid Bruno’s cock out easily. I told Damián to lie on top of him. I positioned Bruno’s cock in Damián’s ass again and put mine in alongside it. The pleasure was unlike anything else. I’d never shared an ass with another cock. The friction was almost unbearable. Damián was moaning against Bruno’s shoulder, and Bruno came first, releasing a hot jet inside that soaked my cock. I held out a little longer, pulled out, jerked myself quickly, and gave him the last load of the day over his open hole.

Damián let himself fall between the two of us. Bruno and I worked his cock with our mouths, alternating, until he came into both our mouths with a hoarse shout. The three of us finished kissing on the floor, beards wet, laughing under our breath.

***

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Bruno said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I’m still hard.”

“Me too.”

“I think it’s shower time. And bath time. You’ve left my ass looking like the Japanese flag.”

“Thanks for being game,” Damián said, smiling.

“That was a good threesome, yeah.”

“Shower?”

We got up. The rug was a disaster. Bruno hurried off to the bathroom with one hand behind him, and we could hear perfectly well as he emptied out. We looked at each other and started laughing helplessly.

The upstairs shower was big, with a built-in bench and two showerheads. The three of us went in. We soaped each other up slowly, with more hands than necessary. In less than five minutes we were hard again. I braced my hands against the tiles and let Damián soap my ass. With the gel, fingers went in on their own.

Bruno worked me first. I already knew he was thick, and he went in on the first try. It was different. He squeezed the sides and gave me a feeling of fullness I’d never experienced before. I held myself against the wall on my forearms, letting him set the pace, while Damián, sitting on the bench, stroked his cock and waited his turn.

I asked them to switch. I looked over my shoulder at Damián, holding his cock in one hand, and my mouth watered. He tapped my entrance a couple of times with the tip and, without warning, shoved it all the way in with one thrust.

I didn’t see stars. I saw the entire universe.