TEACHING PHOTOGRAPHY
Gymbro had been waiting all week for this. Ever since he convinced the Nerd—his quiet office crush, pro photographer, and supposedly “straight” friend—to give him a private lesson in his tiny studio, he’d been counting the hours like a perv waiting for release.
The place smelled like coffee and sweat and something earthy, like old leather. The Nerd was fiddling with softbox lights, nervously muttering about ISO settings like Gymbro hadn’t already undressed him a thousand times in his head.
“So…” Nerd cleared his throat, fidgeting. “We can start with some test shots. Uh—shirt on is fine.”
Gymbro grinned and peeled his shirt off slow, muscles flexing on purpose. He caught the flicker in Nerd’s eyes—just a second too long—before he quickly turned away, pretending to check his camera. Busted.
“Photography’s all about light, right?” Gymbro said, slinging the camera strap across his bare chest, letting it drag over his abs.
“Y-yeah,” Nerd stammered, stepping in close to adjust the settings. His fingers brushed Gymbro’s chest—just for a second—but enough. His hands were warm. And shaking.
“You’re blushing,” Gymbro said, voice low.
“No, I—uh—the lights are hot,” Nerd replied, eyes on the camera but clearly lying.
Gymbro leaned back against the red backdrop, arms loose, cock already thickening in his shorts. “You know I didn’t come here just to learn photography, right?”
Nerd froze. “You… didn’t?”
“Nope.” Gymbro picked up the camera, aimed, and snapped a flash right at him. “I came for this.”
He stepped forward and caught Nerd’s wrist, tugging him in. Slow. Deliberate. The distance shrank until Nerd’s shirt brushed his bare chest.
“Lesson one,” Gymbro murmured, curling Nerd’s fingers around the shutter button. “Photography’s about heat.”
The camera clicked again, but the lens was trembling now.
Gymbro leaned in, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Go on. Capture me.”
Another flash—then Gymbro moved in fast, mouth pressing against Nerd’s. It started soft, testing. Nerd tensed, lips frozen—then gave in with a shaky gasp. That was all Gymbro needed.
The kiss deepened, hungry now. Lips opening, tongues brushing. The camera slipped from Nerd’s hands and hit the floor with a thud neither of them noticed.
Gymbro’s hands slid down to Nerd’s waist, pulling him closer, letting him feel everything—chest to chest, hip to hip, hardness to growing hardness. Nerd whimpered quietly against his mouth when Gymbro rolled his hips.
“Lesson two,” he growled, breaking the kiss for just a breath, “the best shots? They happen when you stop pretending.”
He pushed Nerd gently against the backdrop, grinding slow. Nerd’s hands gripped his shoulders tight, like he was scared and turned on all at once.
Another kiss, messier this time. Glasses askew. Hair wrecked. Mouth pink and wet.
By the time they broke apart, Nerd was panting. His pupils blown wide. His cock hard enough to show through his jeans.
Gymbro licked his bottom lip.
“Lesson three…” he whispered. “We’re not done 'til I’m dripping on that lens.”
He paused—then smirked.
“And this time… I’ll be the one on my back.” Gymbro peeled down his pants to show his naked butt.
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