The Movie

The photogapher, a strikingly handsome young man in his twenties, had grown up taking pictures. He had come to lend his talent to the website even before finishing college.

It would not remain a secret that Matt Kane is gay. Many, if not all, of his photographs are of youthful men striking various poses in the nude.

I had met him during our sophomore year at a northern California high school. Though we never had classes together, we had crossed paths often. He wasn't out back then. Nothing about his persoality even suggested that he might be gay.

I was between jobs that day when I came to Thunder studio. Savings were dangerously low. A handsome fellow with dark curly hair and casually dressed looked up from his desk as I came into his office.

"Take a seat."

"I'd like to be a model."

He looked me over carefully, as if checking out my physique.

"Tell me about you."

"I keep fit. I love going to the gym lifting weights. I'm not Arnold."

"We're not looking for an Arnold but if he does show up we'd hire him."

"I want this opportunity."

"Many of the men who pose for the studio are gay. Are you good with that?"

"I'm OK with that."

"You may be required to engage in sexual acts with a man."

"That won't be a problem. I am gay."

I left the office soon after signing a contract that put me on call. The studio executive had informed me that photo shoots usually take place during daytime hours.

The time was coming up on 11 o'clock when I came back to my small apartment. My cell phone buzzed minutes after I came inside with a text from Anne Sykes, an old friend.

Anne is a sweet girl who could be more than a friend if I were straight.

"Steven my man what's happening? How's the job search going?"

"I think I have something lined up."

"That's great!"

People know me as a graphics designer. Those who have known me since childhood know that I love to draw. I still draw just to pass the time. The problem is no one is paying me for art these days.

I made a sandwhich from the bowl of tuna fish that I had mixed two days ago and ate it slowly while drawing on my i-pad. The first drawing depicted a nude male sitting in a livingroom chair. His hand is wrapped around his dick which lies against his leg. A second piece of work depicted a naked man standing. His dick is erect in his hand.

Zach Mc Call, my x boyfriend, came to mind. Admittedly, ours was not the best relationship, to say the least. Problems notwithstanding, I sometimes find myself thinking about him. Maybe that's just because a not so good relationship is better than nothing. Or is it?

Zach is a fair-skinned blond with blue eyes. He stands 5'7, my height and weighs about the same. His clothes fit me. That physical attribute and full lips made him attractive.

He's my X because I am not into threesomes or love triangles. A relationship must be exclusive. There were other issues but we might have been able to work them out.

A couple of days passed. On a Wednesday morning at 7 I took the first call from the studio. Work at last!

Wearing a sky-blue polo shirt, dark-wash denim and gray Sketchers slip-ons, I came to the set to which I was assigned. Movie cameras were strategically positioned around the perimeter of the set designed to look like a typical livingroom.

A minute after my arrival an unexpected contact was made.

"Matt Kane. It's been a long time. Are you under contract to make movies?"

"I work here. I'll be photographing you, preferably with your dick out."

"Life is funny sometimes. In high school I never would've taken you for gay."

"I just wasn't out."

We spent a few minutes bringing each other up to date. He mentioned that he used to pose before becoming the photographer.

"I guess we ought to start shooting. You can pose on the sofa if you want."

I settled into a gray fabric sofa and immediately began taking off clothes. Within a minute I struck the first pose. The photo would show me slouching with legs apart while my left hand held my semi hard dick against my right thigh.

Matt would shoot several photos, each showing only minor differences in my pose.

"OK the camera likes you."


"That's good to know."

"When was the last time you masturbated?"

"Last night," I replied.

"Get comfortable. I'm going to have you do it for the video camera."

For this shoot I was directed to lie face up. A few slow upward strokes made sure that the organ would stay hard.

My hand closed around the six-inch shaft and jerked it. The goal, as always, was to ejaculate, more than once if possible.

My first paycheck was handed to me by Randy Laffer, the exec who hired me. I looked at it. Though it didn't quite make me super rich it could pay a lot of bills.

"We'll be in touch. By the way, you look sexy on that couch."

"OK," I said, staring at the amount.

On my way home I stopped at my bank in the center of town and deposited the check. A glance at the receipt as I headed out assured me that all is well.

I reported to work the next day, this time to an unusual setting. A long ride took me and a strikingly handsome dude, who I was seeing for the first time, to a rugged landscape in the Sierra Nevada.

The temperature was warm but not uncomfortably hot. High wispy clouds partially hid the blue. Mountains towered over the rugged landscape

The van parked about fifty paces from where my scene costar Jon and I would portray lovers beside Chevy Silverado truck.

Jon Melon turns out to be a 5 9 hunk with a toned physique. Dark hair frames a square face.

In the opening scene he pulls me still clothed into a tongue kiss. His hand rests in my hair. His other hand is sliding downward until I hear the faint buzz of my zipper being pulled down.

Within a minute we are both standing naked close enough to feel hot breath. Hands reached out to grap semi hard dicks which will soon go fully erect.

Neither of us are paying attention to the camera shooting our love scene.

As the weeks passed my wealth gradually increased. A Sunday morning saw me at my desk logged into my bank account reviewing transactions as I sipped my coffee.

Secrets always seem to leak out. My phone chimed minutes after I had walked away from my lap top to the balcony. Caller ID indicated Anne Sykes.

"Steven you're making porn movies these days?"

"Ahhhhh"

"Hey you can tell me."

Her tone was nonjudgemental.

"I was getting desperate. Besides, I like what I'm doing."

A friend from high school, Anne was the first person to whom I came out. She got over her broken heart and stood bye me.

I continued. "Do you remember Matt Cane?"

"Was he there?"

"He's the photograher who took the pictures."