Chapter 24 JOE
Chapter twenty-four
JOE
“Andre, move the sheet. I want to see your pelvis and hip while keeping only your organ covered.”
I could feel my blush. When I took pictures, I could never come up with the right word for cock. Andre was incredibly hot, and taking his photo wasn’t a hardship, that was for sure. But talking about his penis seemed unprofessional. He gave me several more poses, and my camera loved him.
“Can I see?” He asked, his voice deep, matching how big he was.
“Of course. We need to get some with the jock straps still. Come look at the monitor.” Andre leaned in to see the pictures I had taken so far.
“Fuck. These are amazing, Joe.” He said over my shoulder.
It always embarrassed me when I got a compliment. I loved the male body, and there were so many beautiful positions a man could easily get in that highlighted everything. None of the pictures today were fully nude, even though Andre wore nothing in some of them.
Last month, I got a contract from a model agency in New York. They needed a photographer who could do shoots in the Midwest. According to them, a lot of ‘country boys’ felt better in a small private studio. Andre was one of those men.
When he arrived, he had worn jeans, boots that had clearly seen better days, and a threadbare shirt. He was hot, but naked; he looked unbelievable. He and Gentry would get along splendidly, but I wasn’t going to put that candy in front of my man.
My man? One of my men? Admitting there were two of them felt surprisingly natural.
“Thanks, Andre. We have three more pairs of underwear and two more jocks, then you can get back to the ranch.”
Everything he modeled today had the Calvin Klein logo, which meant these pictures were for a big brand, and I was honored that they picked me for the shoot.
“That fancy lady from New York said you would make me feel comfortable, and you have,” Andre said as he rearranged his junk and looked at his ass in the mirror.
“I’m really glad, Andre. You are a dream to photograph, but these pictures put you in a vulnerable position. I’m glad you’re feeling relaxed.”
This job was no joke, and I didn’t know if the photos would be used in advertisements or in some other way for the brand, but I was getting paid three thousand dollars for the shoot.
Andre worked his body, showcasing the underwear. We both knew that these photos were going to be great. After another forty-five minutes, we were done, and Andre shook my hand.
“Thank you for being so nice. Would you come out to the ranch and take some pictures of my horse and me?”
His question made me smile because it reminded me of Gentry.
“Of course. We’ll set up an appointment.” It also gave me the idea to get a bunch of pictures of Dusty—the horse—for Gentry, he would love it.
Even though it was Saturday, I was glad I worked because the night before was spent thinking about Joe and Gentry together.
Examining what I felt, I knew it wasn’t jealousy.
Mostly, what I was feeling was left out.
I wanted to be with them. The three of us being intimate seemed too much, but hanging out with them, eating, watching movies, and riding were all things I could see us doing together. I missed both of them fiercely.
At least Dusty was coming over for brunch tomorrow. I planned to make him homemade cinnamon rolls, bacon, which he liked super crispy, eggs, and hash browns. There could be pancakes if he wanted them.
It seemed I always had Gentry or Dusty in my head, and sometimes I thought about them both.
I kept toying with the idea of the three of us doing things together.
Of course, there would have to be private time together because I wasn’t about to give up sex with either of them. Could Gentry teach Dusty to ride?
I picked up my phone, wanting to know if Dusty needed riding lessons.
JOE
I miss you.
I hope you had fun yesterday. Do you know how to ride?
It was okay to talk to them both so I typed out a second message.
JOE
I miss you. Did you have fun yesterday?
I did it, I sent them both a message. In many ways, it felt weird, but wanting to reach out to the person you care about was natural. In my case, it was just two people.
I had to edit Andre’s pictures and get them to the agency. If I could get it done before bedtime, I would be free to enjoy my entire day with Dusty if he were game. At midnight, I uploaded the files and emailed the agency to let them know their pictures were ready.
My phone had been forgotten for the five hours I was engrossed in work.
DUSTY
I don’t know how to ride. I missed you, too.
I responded to him.
JOE
I’m sorry I am responding so late. Had to finish a job.Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
You should have Gentry teach you to ride.
Then I read my other message.
GENTRY
We missed you, too. It was a nice day.
I liked that he had used the term ‘we’. Had they talked about me together? I responded, knowing I had a date with Dusty, but also really wanted to spend some time with Gentry.
JOE
I had to finish a job. Sorry, I am responding late.When can I see you again?
You should teach Dusty to ride.
Both of these men made my heart flutter and turned me on. This wasn’t something I ever expected when I grew up in my conservative family. It’s only been the last few years that I’ve been open with my sexuality,
Already on my second cup of coffee, when I saw Dusty in my driveway, I got giddy. Hard to believe that, at my age, I would have these teenage feelings for a guy I liked. I really tried not to grin like a fool when he stepped inside, but my efforts were useless. Acting cool, I walked over to him.
“It’s great to have you here.” Even to me, that sounded forced and stupid. He smiled at me so sweetly that I nearly became a puddle on the ground.
Taking my hand, he pulled me to him. “Why are you so nervous?”
“Excited.” His kiss wasn’t a surprise, but the passion behind it did catch me a little off guard. “Do you want to see the hot guy I took pictures of yesterday?” Sharing my photos was something we had been doing since we first became friends.
“Yes.”
In the living room, we sat close and looked at my laptop. Sitting there with Dusty looking at my work, I felt a burst of pride. These were really great photos. I wanted Dusty to see the hot guy, but recognize how good I was at my craft.
“This is Andre. He is a cowboy, but you wouldn’t know that with his clothes off.”
“Andre is hot. These pictures, though, you are incredibly talented.” I showed him all the pictures, and then he started bouncing a little. There was a light in his eyes that made me curious.
“It’s really nice to be here with you, Joe. And in case I haven’t been clear, I am interested in us dating. You know, like a couple. I thought I needed to be super clear about that.”
I couldn’t help but kiss him hard and deep for that. “That’s great to hear. I want that too.” I bit my bottom lip. “Did you talk to Gentry about—” This was weird. “Exclusivity between us three?” My voice pitched up a few octaves.
He grinned. “Yes, we did, and I agree. Let’s keep this between the three of us. I’m all clear.”
I didn’t doubt his medical clearance, but knowing it was only the three of us offered a certain amount of freedom.
“Now that we are through that. Why were you all bouncy?” Biting his lip like I had done a few moments before, he wiggled his eyebrows. “Could we? You? Us? Pictures?”
“Was that actually a question?” I grinned at him. “You want to take sexy photos?”
“Yeah! If you show me, I could take some of you too. Could we do some together too?” My body tingled, and it felt like static was covering my body.
“I love that idea.” I crooked my finger at Dusty and headed toward my studio. “Let’s take some very naughty pictures.”
He followed me, and my cock was straining painfully against my zipper by the time I’d entered the room. The lights were still set up from when I worked with Andre. They would be perfect for any pictures we wanted to take. “I can’t wait to take these pictures of you. Of us.”
He nodded. Then he gave me a look that would catch me on fire if it could.
As I set up the camera, Dusty slid behind me, his hands slipped under my shirt, up my chest, and down my abs.
It was very distracting. The camera I planned to use had a remote control and a timer function that would snap pictures every fifteen seconds.
When his hand rubbed against my erection, my brain went offline.
The bed I used was covered with cushions, and I grabbed some of the thick faux fur rugs I used as props.
Each time Dusty got near me, he would work on taking off some of my clothes.
When I stood close for a few moments, he unbuttoned my jeans, and his fingers ran up and down my happy trail.
His mouth was on my neck, where he sucked gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin.
“Ungh. Dusty, come here.”
I went over to the bed and got on my knees.
Carefully, Dusty joined me. Setting the camera to start its timer, I started to kiss and suck on Dusty’s throat, then up his neck and behind his ear.
I could hear the camera shutter going off, but I mostly ignored it while I worked on taking off his clothes.
“You are so sexy.” He said as he kissed up my throat, and licked a hot trail along my jaw that made my body respond with a shudder.
Once we were skin-to-skin, my heart did somersaults, and my stomach had a ton of hummingbirds swirling around. His body was warm under my hand, and I couldn’t imagine not touching him. Looking at his pants, he was straining, and I wanted my hands there too, but first I needed to lick him, suck him.
“I want to taste you.”