Photo Shoot
Cameras continued to flash in front of a stud. This muscled hunk, wearing only green speedos, raised his sculpted right arm up and flexed his other limb, and the tripods sparked out around him. He exhaled a bit before giving a sign of ending. A grey wolf placed out his palm, making everyone to put down the shooters and leave, with some delight, of course. Wolf then bowed and left the platform and entered his dresser.
He tucked out a blue towel and wiped himself with it. A small container was pulled out from a drawer, and then he placed two silver barbell piercings on his nipples. He grabbed trousers and a white shirt, and finally, a pair of socks and shoes. It was soon a while when he was dressed, even if his muscles were tracing out of his clothing.
Knock-knock, the door gave out a sound. As he opened it, a brown fox carrying a box of shooting materials acquainted him. "Ah, Wolf," Fox spoke out while wiping his black jacket with his hand. "GYM magazine wants some pictures. Apparently, they want some powerful shots from you, and they want the ones that aren't shown in different magazines."
The wolf simply grinned and replied without hesitation, "Just as always. Every time you, my favorite photographer, request for it, it's always that." He saw the lensman's face flushing out with disappointment. "Huh? Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I like the offer. Don't worry. When and where can we meet for the photo-op?"
Fox adjusted his carrying case and replied without hesitation, "Tomorrow, ten o'clock, again at my studio at the house. Don't be late!" He then saluted before making his leave. The wolf simply smiled back before he picked up his things.
The night had made its way through the sky. The vulpine entered his bedroom, covered only in his blue robes and orange shorts. He tucked himself on his red-sheeted bed, and then he gently let go of his bathing gown. Wrapping himself with the blankets, he placed his head onto the fluffy pillows, and then glared at the lamp. When he was about to reach for the switch, he saw a couple of pictures lying just beside the furniture.
"What is... oh," he murmured as he relaxed himself at the side of the light. The photographs were supposed to be placed in the GYM magazine, but because there was no space, they weren't used. The images showed Wolf, in his green speedos, posing in different ways, with power and pride. He flipped through each piece, observing every pose the wolf delivered in the shot.
For a moment there, the fox felt some sort of warmth. His free hand was slowly creeping at the endtable, looking for some sort of bottle. When he grabbed one, he didn't give a stare to it, for he knew it was hand lotion. "Why am I doing this?" he spoke to himself as he rubbed a cream onto his torso. He didn't let go of the pictures. "I... I... I mustn't act crazy tomorrow... I must suppress this feeling..." Those were the last words he mentioned before he inserted his moist hand into the orange fabric just below his abdomen.
He was all ready for the shooting. Fox simply waited at the doorstep of his house, looking a bit distressed and worried on what he did last night. Using the snapshots for arousal wasn't something he'd do. He was terrified that he might suddenly dish out something that would ruin the closeness of his buddy. He couldn't afford it. These thoughts, however, made him more uneasy.
A hoodless car made its way at the street. It stopped in front of the gate of the fox's houses. A grey wolf came out, wearing white wife beaters and blue pants. His muscular figure, however, couldn't be concealed. He strode and gave a salute to the owner of the house. "Hey ya!" he sneered as he approached the vulpine. "I'm ready for the photo-op. Just tell me when to jazz!" He didn't know he just startled the brown fox.
"Oh? Ah, Wolf!" Fox snapped out, making him drop his case of lens. Wolf quickly gave out a helping hand. They soon touched each other's hand upon getting the first piece. A few seconds made way before the vulpine pulled out his arm. "Ah, sorry about that! I had better pick the rest of 'em!" he coughed out while showing his white teeth. After collecting them all, he ejected some breath and inquired, "Let's go into the studio."
The grey wolf followed. The photography gallery of Fox was simply just below the stairs, with the entryway being a brown sturdy door. The vulpine twisted the knob, and realizing that it was locked, he searched through a key cabinet for the matching piece. He tried all of them, but none of them opened the studio. "Rats," he growled as he thought of something. He faced Wolf with a dismayed look. "Say, can you come back tomorrow? I somehow misplaced the key to my studio and..."
The wolf shook his head. "Sorry, pal. I thought things would run smoothly today - I have tomorrow reserved. I will wear some torn army uniform for the Super Soldiers feature for Muscle Mag, whatever the idea is. We have to do it today." He then looked around the narrow halls and suggested, "Do you know any other place in your house that can be a temporary gallery?"
"It has to be wide," Fox replied while giving a time for thinking a good location. The only place capable is his bedroom, but he was afraid of any possible sudden actions he might do. Nevertheless, he had no choice. "We can go upstairs at my bedroom. It's wide enough for the lighting apparatuses, the tripod, and the white sheet... that is, if you're willing to carry those things for me. This camera box is already heavy for me." The wolf nodded, and lifted the rest of the stuff up to the stairs.
Fox's room, which was really wide for the whole set-up, was then readied for the shooting. Lights were placed and the white sheet was pulled up. Wolf took off his pants, but not his A-shirt yet. The vulpine, who was making long stops to look at the lupine's back muscles, was unpacking the camera. He didn't realize though, that one of the lighting materials just a few meters behind him had a faulty stand. It suddenly fell down, and because Fox wasn't focused on his surroundings other than the wolf, it was too late for him to react.
Wolf was quick enough to cover him, though. "Are you all right?" he growled in pain as he quickly turned around and placed the device on the floor. He moved his shoulders a bit to check if he was okay, but soon he realized that his back got a beating. ":Oww... Looks like my back needs to rest for a bit," he moaned as he took a seat on Fox's bed. "I'll pose later when I feel okay... all right?"
The brown fox gave a nod, but deep inside, he felt that he was about to burst out. He tried to suppress the feeling of opportunity. A short excuse should do the trick. He remarked with a shaky voice, "S-say, I'll m-massage your b-back, if-f that's all r-right with y-you."
"Really?" the grey wolf asked with glee. He took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted build, the powerful pectorals, the sparkling nipple rings, the mountainous six-packs, leaving him only in his black speedos. He put himself into a prone position on the bed, and stared at Fox, who was taking off his clothes, leaving only his red shorts. "Wh... what's with the shirtless stuff?" he asked the well-toned, slightly muscular canine, with a ring piercing at the right nipple.
"Ah?" Fox whimpered while trying to swallow the funny feeling. "I am a good chiropractor when I have my body open for flexibility... It's a reflex-thing!" He then went behind the wolf, and there, he took off his shorts, leaving him only in his white underwear. "Stop this," he whispered to himself, as if there was another him trying to get out. "I can't... no..." However, he let it control him again.
The fox paws slowly but lavishly swayed at the back muscles of Wolf. "What's with the teat piercings?" he questioned him while trying to avoid any malicious implementation. The respond was, "It makes my nipples remain stiff. It helps a lot, since it gives your pectorals more power." Those words made Fox tightened the grip at the side pecs of the lupine, wanting to touch those small decorations. "Ah... ahem," he grumbled while trying to move his hands up to the shoulders, evading any idea of it. "I slid... Heh, I wear one because I thought it was cool." He continued to massage Wolf's neck, feeling the neck muscles roughening up. To his surprise, he felt a moist flap. It was the wolf's tongue.
Wolf made some gibberish. Fox didn't understand, so he moved closer. Upon doing so, the lupine held him tightly. He rolled around, making himself lay his back on the bed. He then released the fox, landing on muzzle to muzzle. "Fox, I... I wanted to tell you this a long time, when you became a regular photo-shooter for me," he adamantly admitted while licking the fox's cheek. "I'm not sure... I was afraid that this could falter our connection... but it looks like time is... well... you get the point." He was expecting an angry or a surprised face, but upon looking at his mate's expression, a gentle and enlightened face, he felt relieved and happy. "Wait... you too?"
"Heh, I was... going nuts since before," Fox confessed before licking the left side of the wolf's muzzle. They then continued to kiss each other, until they finally locked each other's lips. When they released, a hearty glance was given to each other.
Wolf was slightly energized from the passionate kiss. He looked at his company and growled erotically, "I was actually anxious to see you without your clothing. It seems you can be a good lightweight bodybuilder after all... you beefcake!" He then rolled his left index finger on the fox's cheek, which then slid to the left muzzle. Fox opened his mouth and played with it using his tongue. With delighted arousal, he slid off his underwear, and then he removed his mate's remaining fabric. Two veined members, with drips and slight formations of knot, where revealed.
Fox was on the top. He cleaned the torso of the wolf by removing both piercings using his teeth. He meant to bit the stiff nipples of the wolf, causing great eruption of excitement. "I wasn't done with the massage, my dear wolf," he purred as he scraped his tail to the left leg of his mate. He then slid his index and middle finger from the right nipple to the lower abdomen. He pressed the six-packs one by one, and then attempted to bite them. He crawled up to the wolf's neck, making his tongue prance around his mate's fur. He then slithered the moist pink tissue down from the neck, to the torso, and finally down at the pubic region. He rolled the shaft of the penis on his left cheek, to the top of his muzzle, and then to the other cheek. "Heh, for the main course," Fox erotically murmured as he licked the tip before swallowing it. His left arm rubbed the left leg of Wolf, while the other played with the sacs. He brandished his muzzle back and forth, making the cock harder and tenser. The lupine was groaning in pleasure, with the knot slowly growing, a sign of excitement and a testament. Words echoed out. "Hot... hot!" The lupine even pinched his own nipples to add the ecstasy he was feeling.
It wasn't so soon though, when the penis unloaded the thick, creamy liquid that was saved for a long time. It spewed directly through the fox's throat, and he assured that he wouldn't waste any of the fluid. It took two minutes for the whole load to be shot. It was now out of ammo. The vulpine was kind enough to clean the so-called dining pieces with his tongue, balls included.
Afterwards, he crawled up to Wolf. He sat on his strong chest muscles. The lupine chuckled for a bit and howled, "Heh, look at me now... I'm thirsty..." He raised his head up to clean the fox's face. He then let his sharp nail trace the outlines of the toned chest muscles of the fox. "Hmm... I wonder how foxes taste?" he asked while giving a quick muzzle-thrust to the left, no-pierced nipple. Fox was moaning in pleasure as he felt his left pectoralis being sucked like spaghetti. "Mmm! Mmm!" Wolf hinted of the taste. "Candy-licious! I like to lick sweets like you!" He wiped his tongue throughout Fox's torso, even to the underarms and the elbows. He prepared his claws at the back of the brown fox, and swiftly, he brushed them down to the tail. After three strokes, the vulpine was laughing, and his cock grew longer. "Great... I'm thirsty... more than ever!" he moaned with pleasure as he swayed his tongue from the abdomen down to the genitalia. "It smells like lotion... I hope you still have enough ammo for 2 minutes!" He gently bit the penis to the shaft, and then cleaned the growing knot with his tongue. He used his left arm to pinch and squeeze the nipple of the fox, while the other brushed the back, causing additional tension and erection for the manhood. Wolf docked the fox's genitalia into his mouth, and there, he started to dance his head.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Fox shouted aloud as his excitement, which was held back for a long time, freed out from the prison. It was in due time, when his manhood fired out strong shots of milky semen. Wolf coughed for a bit, for it was his first time, but soon after, he realized the addictive taste and swallowed more. Two minutes had passed before he was done, though he was messy. He cleansed the penis with his cheek, and his tongue did the wiping of the leftovers.
It was past-noon. Fox and Wolf were both covered in bed sheets. They were looking at each other, and with their arms embracing each other's warmth. A final kiss was given before they could say something in a synchronized manner. "I love you."
An hour passed and Wolf made his best pose, captured perfectly using Fox's best snapshot.