When four nude models and a nude photographer mix

The consequences of a nude photo shoot

Since having the inspiration for this particular nude photo shoot my mind was all a whirl.  When creative inspiration hits, it's like a flood of energy like no other.  For me, I see the finished product in my head and get excited for the end result.  When writing I can see the words on the page and all I have to do is trace over them.  When in the groove it can almost be magical.  

The unfortunate thing about the creative process is clearing away all of the obstructions along the way. If I'm writing a new blog or story I have to find time and size it up to energy and creative spirit.  The magic happens when all three planets align.  Once a project is in mind or on the tip of my brain then it comes down to how it all will need to be laid out.  What measures will need to take place so these thoughts become reality?

While doing a session of yoga after body painting in neon colors and activated by black light, I saw the possibilities of what could be done in a photographic sense.  I did a few test shots with a minor camera and worked with them under some primary editing tools. The excitement built for what could be done. I loved the scene of colors mixed with the darkness and how they could play off of each other.  Now all I had to do is get some nude bodies or canvases to put into the proper pose. The images in my head would now be able to come to light or at least black light.

I do have to give some credit to one of my fantastic models for keeping the project alive and on schedule..  Just like most everyone else, procrastination and loss of that creative energy can sideline a project or even eliminate it all together.  It is a pure shame when a great idea never materializes.  "Carrie" would send me messages on how excited for the shoot and how she knew the photos would turn out.  This enthusiasm kept my head in the game.  Soon she contacted her friend "Kim" and told her that she needed to do this shoot as well because she knew that it would be a blast during the shoot.   I called in one other female that just so happened to be a close friend, "Tonya".  

I had my dream team of girls. These girls were ones that I've already seen nude many times and have been nude with each of them so I was comfortable with their abilities to be directed in this manner.  What is nice about being nude with friends quite often is that you tend to know their body parts in at some times intimate manner. I knew Carrie had the nude outline that I needed for one certain shot.  Kim had the perfect breasts that stood so firmly out that I could get great profile shots.  I must say that those breasts were mounted on her in such a way that when her bra fell off it was as if a bra was still holding all DD of them up.  Tonya's body part was almost like a specialty body part.  Her pussy was exactly what I needed in a shot that just had to be seen on film or digital these days.

I've known Tonya for years but how do I bring the subject up and how do I phrase it the right way?  As with all I do I stated it straight forward and without any preservatives.  "Tonya I hope you don't mind but I really love how your pussy looks and I need your puss to be painted in a certain way".  She responded with glee.  I was shocked actually by how excited and even complimented by my request.  "I can't wait to see what you do with my pussy.  You are more than welcome to do anything you need down there".  Throughout the days before the shoot Tonya would text me about how aroused she was by the thought of someone painting her pussy.  Her mind was on over drive.  Hell, those texts started to get to me as well.  How in the world am I going to keep my focus when painting her?

The day of the shoot finally arrived and all my gear and needed equipment was packed in the truck.  I felt everything from nerves, to excitement to even arousal.  The shots were planned out in my mind. The order of painting was sketched out.  I was ready.  I hoped I was ready.

Once in the studio I went right to work in putting myself into the photographer mind frame.  Tonya was the first model to show up and the one I was the most comfortable with.  I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir to help with the jitters or to at least use to relax into the evening.  The drop clothes needed to be laid out so we had a space to paint on without ruining the hardwood floor.  Before I could even get the tarps completely spread and into position I had failed to realize that Tonya had made herself at home and was fully nude.

Tonya was not a shy one when it came to nudity.  She began walking around the studio soaking in the atmosphere.  I could feel her energy and eagerness to begin.  The backdrop needed to be set up but that's not what Tonya had in mind. "Spencer, I rarely see you dressed.  Aren't you going to be naked tonight? Come on, take your clothes off."  I guess I'm known as naked Spencer for a reason.  It seemed that she was watching everyone moment of  me strip.  While folding my pants nicely before laying them down on the floor Tonya had her fingers inside the inseam of my undies.  "I love taking underwear off of guys.  I love it when their dick flops out. It's hot!"

Tonya pulled my undies off slowly so as to get as much of an eyeful as she could.  Her moment of joy with a dick flop didn't go as planned.  My dick didn't flop as much since after all of her teasing throughout the week and the last few minutes I had now become semi erect.  My dick came out more like a spring board than a flop.  "Oh wow, are you hard?" I stated I was getting there.  I'm assuming that she took it as a challenge.  I wasn't sure what shocked me more, the realization that Tonya now had a firm grip of my dick or the chill of her hands.

I had so much to do to get the photo shoot ready but now my dick was being massaged.  A stress reliever was in order whether or not I knew it. She had me pulsating and shaking.  Her hands glided over my shaft.  Pre cum had soaked her palms which made it oh so much easier.  Stroke after stroke became harder and faster.  "We better stop before one of the other girls gets here" I stated.  Tonya responded sharply by saying, "Then you need to cum for me!"  If there is anything more that I like is a command from a naked model with my dick in her hand.  My cum filled her hand and was squirting everywhere.  Just after she wiped my cum on my chest and gave me a lil peck on my cheek Tonya whispered to me, "Are you ready to paint my pussy now?"

Within moments Kim walked in the door.  We had forgotten that with black lights  any bodily fluids show up like a neon sign.  Busted! The room looked like a scene out of C.S.I.  The tip of my still fully erect dick glowed.  Tonya's hands glowed and my chest looked like an abstract painting illustrated by cum.  There was no way around it, Kim knew.

Once cleaned up I still had the daunting task to painting Tonya's pussy.  Tonya had laid back on a pillow while the now nude Kim gathered my paints to assist me with the creative process.  "Spencer, you have to paint Tonya's pussy with the paint brush this time", laughed Kim.  I took the brush and dipped it in some yellow paint to outline Tonya's labia.  Her lips were swollen and had a purpleish  tint to them.  She squirmed a bit at first with every brush stroke.  "I absolutely love the feeling of the brush on my thighs".

Kim was great help by playing clean up crew as well as adding to the brush strokes.  She went more for the sensual and teasing strokes.  Although her painting style was a bit messy.  I believe that was on purpose.  Kim would immediately make sure to avoid getting paint directly on Tonya's lips.  Kim reached down with her finger to wipe the drips of paint that landed on Tonya's pussy.  Tonya let out a light sigh as Kim played a little long with her pussy lips.  Moisture was starting to accumulate on Tonya's pussy and it began to flow into the paint itself..

Now that Tonya's pussy was properly painted it was time to do what we set out to accomplish.  We still needed to shoot the photos.  Tonya laid back again but this time on the all black set.  Kim adjusted my black light lighting to help the pussy glow.  Tonya's legs were wide open and welcomed the camera lens in.  I laid on my stomach to get the right angle for the shot.  My face and camera was right up against Tonya's pussy.  I needed a macro shot that showed the detail of Tonya's pussy.

As I was finishing up the shots I heard the door open.  Carrie and her husband had arrived.  I needed a dick in a few shots.  "Kevin" was a hesitant subject.  He was a bit shy about being nude but went through with it anyway. "Kevin and Carrie, if you don't mind could you strip?  I'd like to get some paint on you right away and keep the shoot moving."  I wanted to help break the ice for Kevin. I directed Carrie to kneel behind Kevin and wrap her hands around his waist.  "I need to have you shield Kevin's dick from view but have your fingers spread".  Kim and Tonya were now seasoned vets and grabbed paint brushes to paint the areas that I wanted in the shot.

Carrie was enjoying teasing Kevin's balls while the rest of us slapped paint in every crevice.  Kevin's dick seemed to be the last area to receive coloring.  Kim was tonight's expert in painting genitals so the duty went to her.  Carrie took a break from playing with Kevin's balls long enough for her friend to paint the shaft and tip.

I took a few shots to get the ball rolling.  The initial shots were pretty tame and artistic but I wanted more.  Kevin's erection would look awesome poking out of the top of his wife's hand.  "Carrie if you can fluff Kevin now that would be great".  She had already been giving him light strokes in between shots.  Kim stated, "I've know you both for many years but I never thought I'd be watching you give a handjob to your husband".  In fact we all were watching.  Kim, Tonya and I seemed to step out of reality for a moment and became willing voyeurs.  Fortunately or unfortunately Kevin's dick was not achieving a full erection.  As if not minding a bit Carrie continued on with the most sensual handjob I'd have ever seen.

For the second time that night my dick stood up with a firm erection.  My hand seemed to  fall down to my side with masturbatory instinct.  With a camera in my right hand and my own cock in my left I fondled myself during this intermission show. It was quiet in the studio except for the sound of skin on skin manipulation and heavy breaths.  Kevin's eyes were barely open and staring at Tonya.  Tonya had a straight on view of the scene.  I had no doubt that her pussy was swollen again.

During Carrie's handjob she glanced over and saw that she not only was getting her husband hard but that she inadvertently had me throbbing.  Carrie looked into my eyes and gave me a devilish grin that showed her approval.  She had now joined the club as a voyeur.  Paint and precum were once again mixing.  I felt a hand glance across my back and noticed Kim had come closer.  Her hand glided down my back and had my skin tingling.  Without notice her warm lips had become wrapped around my dick,

I'm not sure how we completed all of the photos in the shot list but I will say that we all ended up naked and providing bodily fluids that glowed in the blacklight.

Who doesn't love to Masturbate?

MASTURBATION

As you all know I'm very open about my nakedness and opinions on it.  I try not to shy away from any topic dealing with our bodies and especially if it is sexual in nature.  I've had this blog topic on my mind for quiet some time but just didn't know how to present it.  I finally realized that I'm holding back whereas I never do any other time.  I'll just lay it out there as I do the rest of my life.  This can be your warning to turn around now or else enter into another sexual side of me.

I always start with a historical view point of the topic.  It helps ground the piece and at times shows motivation for future actions.  I obviously discovered masturbation by accident as I'm sure most do.  Hell who knows there is a name to touching yourself and having magical liquid escape? No one puts a name to it right away.  They just tend to revisit the experience. I already wrote about how my nakedness began by needing more time to masturbate and to be comfy when doing so.  I won't bore you with a repeat of that story.

The story I will tell is how I may have acquired such a taste for masturbation.  Yes, most guys do it quite often but mine began with a kink and carries to this day. In my early days of masturbating I was also friends with the girl next door.  We did the "play doctor" thing but also would casually be naked as young kids do or at least we did.  Well I guess the stepping off point was one day while trolling around her mom's house naked we ended up getting something to eat in the kitchen.  My dick was hard as a rock thanks to early puberty.  She'd slap it around just for fun and I began to just fondle myself a little as I had recently taught myself to do.  I saw that she was enjoying the show and I enjoyed her eyes on me.  She didn't have any shyness toward then directing me to suit her fancy.

Editor's note:  The previous paragraphs were written the first night but the material and memories were too hot for me to "finish" the whole blog.  I had to "finish" something else".

Ok, now where was I?

Once we saw that we both seemed to enjoy our little entertainment venture it became a consistent repeat performance.  What began as just a couple of kids hanging out naked turned into her early fetish of watching guys masturbate.  It turned into a kink for me as well and almost a crutch.  I found it hard and almost a let down when I'd masturbate alone.  I got used to my eyes on me.  Around the same time she had also found her stride with masturbation.  We had a very casual nature to the topic and act.  It is quite a young guy's dream to have a masturbation partner.  We honestly never had actual vaginal sex but we sure as hell loved to sit on the couch and watch TV while bringing ourselves to orgasm.

After my girl next door moved away I didn't seem to cum just right.  It just wasn't the same.  What the hell fun is masturbating alone? I needed something.  I didn't really find anything like it because maybe I set the bar a little too high to begin with.  I needed sexual extremes to even get me aroused.  They do say that those that masturbate too much lose the ability to get aroused over vaginal sex.

They make the joke of sitting on your hand to numb it to make it feel like a stranger.  That doesn't work lol.  I tried switching hands and it actually does make a difference.  The angle and approach does effect how the erection is handled.  The right hand gives more of a traditional stroke as seen on TV.  The left had, I have found out, allows for an in depth massage of the tip.  This causes the tip to stiffen as hard as the shaft which produces a longer sustained erection.  The follow up of that is a great deal of pre cum.  Eventually the prolonged erection gives off a full display of cum with little effort.

Throughout my time I have seen toys to make you cum but just didn't know how that would work.  I stayed away from them because I felt toys were for the females that needed penetration.  One day I did discover a vibrating object and thought I'd try it out.  There wasn't much I was able to do with it since I wasn't going for the male anal route.  While at full erection I put the vibrator up against the shaft.  Oh My God! Wow! The vibrations went all throughout my dick and felt electrifying.  I came so quickly and emptied out the bucket so to speak.  I liked to take my time when I had a great erection going.  I almost felt cheated because I came too quickly.  So for now I keep the vibrator in the drawer so I can take my time.

Since I brought up the time value with it's relation to enjoyability I might as well go down that path.  I have never been a fan of the quickie.  I seemed to always find ample time for alone time.  If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it right.  In addition, the eventual outcome has not been my ultimate goal.  Oh yeah, the orgasm is a great feeling but not what I'm looking for.  For me, it's the path and journey of the act.  I love to feel the erection grow.  I love the intense feeling of the tightening of skin.  I love the build up of cum that will eventually spill out.  Once I get to that zenith I call off the show and begin again.  Yup that's right, I'll cock tease myself just so I can feel the build up and erection all over again or I'll just do what it takes to keep a full hard on and just barely keep from climaxing.  When I get my feel of the time I then let go and have a puddle where I place it.

As you have seen I enjoy being open about who I am and what I do.  I have come to find out that this openness has caused many friends and some strangers to approach me with their own stories or experiences.  It's quite a trip when someone begins a self disclosure story.  Even though I've had it happen it still kinda sets me back so I have to keep my best poker face on as I hear how a friend fingers herself or uses a favorite toy.  One such occasion was during work hours and on a job drii8vng trip.  A female friend knew she was near her favorite sex shop and had to pick up a new toy.  I guess hers broke or she needed a fresh one.  While continuing on our work journey after shopping for vibrators she continued on with how and where she uses her toys.  Ya, it took all I could muster to keep my dick from pressing through my work pants.

From the story above brings me to my favorite locations to masturbate or have masturbated.  I couldn't wait until I got home to whip it out so luckily traffic was slow.  It wouldn't be the first time that I drove to a location with one hand.  I'll end my ramble by spinning another yarn about my favorite masturbation session.  I'm not even sure if it counts.  Well anyway, I was out on my deck naked on a  warm summer evening.  The temps seemed to have aroused me as do any temps lol.  My erection was full and enjoying it's time out of clothes.  I want to remind you that I had not manipulated it in any way.  It was an erection that grew to lengths just out of pure relaxation.  Then a warm breeze blew through the yard and caressed my dick in such a way to excite it.  Almost as if by instinct I rocked my hips with the breeze.  Without warning my dick spewed ad releasing causing glee and shock in one moment.  No clean up was needed as it went directly forward.  Total release and no effort.  I couldn't "beat" that.

Many won't admit to masturbating or even admit to enjoying it.  I hope this blog has at least stirred up some feelings to try it out again if you haven't done it in awhile.  I hope you were ok with joining me on this journey of masturbation and having images of me in the middle of self pleasuring.  I would like to admit that many of you reading this have been used in my "Spank bank".  I'm not shy to admit.   it.  I'd really like feedback and to hear your feelings toward masturbation or even drop me a line or message on facebook if you'd like to be used in my next spank bank splurge.

If you don't mind if I end this blog because all of this has gotten me to a point where I need some release.  Once I press the Save button my legs will be open for business.  Happy orgasms everyone!