I rubbed my face as I leaned back and stretched. For the past few weeks, I'd been setting up, installing and playing around with the many new toys I'd bought.
I'd printed the photos of Cam and hung them as I'd suggested. However, I had edited them slightly. I'd cropped out his head, to give him anonymity, as well as placing a sheet over his beautiful cock. Dad really would have a heart attack if I showed it in all its glory.
His beautiful body was highlighted perfectly, despite the poor lighting in the bathroom. I hadn't needed to touch it up too much. He was so much more beautiful than ...
"Nope! Don't even say his name!" I chastised myself aloud.
A notification pinged on my computer indicating an email. It was from one of my professors. He'd emailed back quickly after my initial shout-out, excited I'd finally got in touch.
Professor Williams had been one of my biggest supporters. He'd not given up on me but told me to contact him if I ever decided to return to my art. He said he would ask around about any upcoming competitions for me to enter.
'Hello, Eli,'
'I've asked around and so far the only available competition for you, with enough time for you to give it a good attempt, is called 'The Body'. I've attached the flyer.'
'I think this will be right up your street. Its focus is on male erotica, similar to one of your projects in university. Can still remember some of the other faculty and donors blushing as they looked at your work'
'Let me know if you're interested.'
'Professor Williams.'
I smirked as I opened the flyer, and my eyes instantly flew to Cam's photos. Would he be interested in shooting some more? If I won I would have an exhibition which would require more. My face blushed as I thought about asking him.
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A few weeks later, I was standing near the high school football field watching Cam coach. I'd sent in one of his edited pictures to that competition and got an almost instant response, well it was just over a week later but still. Somehow, I'd won.
I was a little sceptical at first since they'd responded so quickly, Professor Williams was too. He'd tracked down the judges and they'd told him I'd sent in my work not long before the actual cut-off date, the date on the flyers had been wrong. They said that my work was better than all they had seen.
Apparently, they'd been dragging their heels on picking a winner because none seemed to really grab them. It wasn't until mine came through. They'd loved the sensualness, with an added tinge of erotica.
They wanted to exhibit some more pieces of mine in Baltimore in about a month's time. Which meant I didn't have much time. I prayed Cam would agree to be my model and agree to bear all, so to speak. They wanted to show it all.
When practice was over, I noticed someone who looked like Pax talking to Cam, he then looked over to me. Cam smiled and waved happily before jogging over.
"Eli? This is a nice surprise," he called out.
"Hey!" I gave him a shy smile back.
I don't know why I was feeling shy, I mean we'd fucked for god's sake. Maybe, it was because the last time I'd been alone with him he masturbated in my bathroom as I took pictures.
Fuck! I could feel myself getting hard. I shook my head to change my train of thought and he frowned.
"Is everything ok?" he asked.
"What? Oh yeah, nothing's wrong … I've just got a favour to ask, is all," I stuttered.
"Oh? Ok, come with me to my office and we can talk there."
As I followed behind him I could see lots of eyes staring me down.
'Is that the coach's boyfriend?' one whispered loudly.
'Yeah, he came by before too, I let him in.' one chuckled.
'Coach is lucky, he's cute for a dude if only he was a girl,' another laughed along.
I marvelled at how open and nonchalant everyone sounded. These gruff, butch football players didn't care that their coach was gay or had a boyfriend. Things definitely had changed.
Cam closed the door behind us and took a seat in his chair. Images of him banging me against his desk flashed in my head. My cock was now throbbing, I'd only hope he didn't notice.
"So, what's up?" he asked after I took a seat on a chair next to his desk.
"Well, erm …" I was tongue tied. "I just …"
This was stupid, why was I feeling all shy and nervous now? This was Cam, my brother's best friend and my, sort of, friend with benefits.
"Are you leaving? Do you need my help telling your family?"
I stared wide-eyed at Cam who looked like I'd just kicked him in his stomach. What the hell? He looked heartbroken at the idea of me leaving. Quickly, I rushed over, climbed on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"No!" I almost shouted. "No, I'm not leaving! I promise."
Cam sighed against my neck and gripped me tight. This was odd, we were just fuck buddies so why did he look so heartbroken and why did I feel the need to reassure him?
"Oh ok … that's good," he whispered.
"You big idiot," I chuckled.
He laughed against me before pulling back but not releasing me. Cam no longer looked heartbroken, in fact he looked happy and, dare I say, content.
"So why did you want to speak to me?"
"Oh right," I tried to shuffle off him but he wouldn't let me. "Cam, I can't ask you like this."
Cam chuckled but we jumped out of our skin as there was a loud rapping noise. We looked up at the large window, the guy I'd seen him speaking to, Pax I think he was called, stood smirking at us with several football players behind him laughing.
I quickly clambered off of his lap, and blushed hard. Cam stood and went to the door to his office.
"Anyone left in this locker room within the next twenty seconds will be running 50 laps around the field, that's including the adults!"
I laughed as everyone quickly scrambled out the room. Pax winked at me before following the students more leisurely.
"So where were we?" he asked.
"Well, I actually came here to ask you something but it might be easier to show you. Are you free right now? Could you come with me to my studio?"
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Cam didn't hesitate when he'd agreed, a little too easily. I was nervous as I opened the doors to my studio and he walked in. He looked around aimlessly at first until he finally noticed the pictures. His eyes widened as he turned to me.
"Well, I liked the idea of having them on my wall. I made sure your identity was secured and unfortunately, that you were moderately covered."
He scanned the pictures and I could have sworn he was blushing.
"Well, they are actually the reason I wanted to talk to you. An old professor of mine told me about a competition, so I sent my work in and … I won! They want me to do a show."
"That's amazing Eli!" he called out before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me high in the air, with my head almost hitting the roof.
I laughed as he spun me around, careful not to kick my legs out.
"Cam! Put me down!"
He laughed but did as I asked. Again, he didn't let me go, his arms held me flushed against him.
"So what do you need me for?" he asked.
"Erm … actually, I won the competition with your pictures. It was about male nudity and your pictures were the best they've seen. I won a large sum of money and the opportunity for a show, but they want more pictures. Which means I need to take some more photos …"
I left the sentence hanging hoping he would get where I was going with this. A few emotions flitted across his face, from confusion to flushed then to realisation.
"You want to take more photos of me … naked?"
"Yeah, I do and they want to see all of you," I looked down for emphasis.
He followed my gaze and blushed again. I laughed before giving him a peck on the lips. Cam shuddered against me and I smirked. His hard cock started pushing against me.
"They want full frontal nudity, but also some shots where the imagination is needed. They are fine for me to cover your face, so I'll make sure you remain anonymous. I'd take your photo in different settings, maybe up the mountains, or even in your bedroom, places like that."
Cam hummed to himself, as he rubbed his lower half against mine. My cock started aching against my jeans. If he didn't give me an answer soon I was going to combust like a virgin on his wedding night.
"Well?" I asked, getting impatient.
"Where would the show be?" he asked.
"Back in Baltimore, would you be able to go with me?"
"Aren't you worried you'd see your ex whilst you are there?"
"That's why I'm hoping you would come with me, maybe even Blake could come too, and Pax. You know, safety in numbers," I chuckled.
"Are you afraid of him? Has he hurt you?" he asked worriedly.
"Oh no, nothing like that. I'm just worried he'd either convince me to take him back, or I'd attack him. You guys can keep me from doing either one."
"Good idea," he chuckled.
"So, is that a yes?"
He smirked before kissing me breathless, when he pulled back he breathed one word in my ear.
"Yes!"