The Photographer
Craig carefully placed the camera on the tripod and made sure it was properly secured. He adjusted the aperture in preparation for the next appointment. Based on the list it was a full body shot session, probably someone trying to break into the modeling industry who couldn't quite afford to go to a professional studio.
He was looking through the camera when a soft voice spoke at his ear, "hey there handsome."
He straighten up, forcing the person behind him to move back since Craig wasn't going to endanger the camera. Once he was sure he was far enough form the camera he turned, hoping his ears wouldn't be as red as his fur anymore. At six foot six, with a bit of a belly, he didn't think much of the way he looked.
He looked the tiger over, his eyes growing wide as he recognized him. "What are you doing here?" He glanced at the wall clock, his next appointment was due any minutes.
The tiger smiled "Me? I'm suppose to be here, I have a four O'clock appointment and it's," he checked his watch, "Three fifty-five. What do you know? I'm early, any idea how we can pass the time?" He asked the bear, a lewd grin on his face.
"You? Here? Now?" He moved sideways as the realization sank in, so he had room to back away from the tiger's advances, both figurative and, as the tiger too a step toward him, nodding, literal.
"Where do you want me?" The tiger asked in a soft, suggestive voice.
Craig blushed an even deeper red. "What?"
"For the pictures." Was the reply, in a deadpan voice. The tiger moved in front of the camera, and stood, hand in pocket, looking relaxed against the orange backdrop. "here?"
Craig watched him move, trying not to undress him mentally. The tiger was about six inches shorter than he was, but looked a little more massive than he's imagined him from the pictures on the web. It wasn't just the belly he had, but also a sense of over all mass. He was wearing jeans, a plain t-shirt and a grey utility vest and his tail swayed invitingly. "Right, pictures," He finally said, forcing himself to look away. He changed the colour of the backdrop and stood behind the camera. "What kind of photographs do you want?" He asked, almost dreading the answer.
The tiger shrugged, "Just stuff I can show people."
Craig tried not to stare at him. Was that really the same guy he talked with online? Or even the one who'd hit on him within minutes of making his presence known? He shook his head to clear it, he'd sort it out later, for now he had a job to do.
After fifteen minutes of various relaxed poses the tiger took off his shirt, keeping the vest on. Craig has some difficulties with the first few shots, he kept looking at the tiger's chest.
Another minutes of shooting and he had to change films. "No, no, no! The pants stay ON!" He ordered as he raced back from the table.
The tiger looked at him, in the process of lowering his fly. "Why?"
"This isn't my studio, I'm not going to get them in trouble by photographing Porn."
"I was just thinking of having a few tasteful nudes done."
Craig snorted "you, naked, and tame don't go together. I've seen your webcam remember?"
The tiger had a twitch of a smile, which he brought under quick control. He rezipped, buttoned and belted his jeans.
Even with the jeans on the last thirty minutes were tough on Craig. The tiger kept assuming poses that weren't pornographic ONLY because he still had his pants on. He let out a sigh of relief when it was over. He'd spent it constantly blushing, and hard.
He wrote down the appointment information on the envelope the films went in. "Well, that's it. We should have the pictures ready for you to pickup tomorrow afternoon." He added a note on that he would handle developing and printing them himself. There was no way he was letting anyone see those pictures.
"You might want to check the details of the appointment before stating that." The tiger replied as he put his t-shirt back on.
Craig frowned, He didn't recall anything about this being an Express. His breath caught as he read the information. "Is this serious?"
The tiger nodded, a wide grin on his face" Oh yes, I paid extra for it. I'm very curious about how you develop pics."
Craig shook his head, half in defeat and half in amusement, over the two years they had been talking online his friend had warned him numerous times he would get him alone in a dark place one day. He should have taken him seriously, even if he did live an ocean away.
Still shaking his head he took the envelope and lead the tiger through t he corridor to the developing room. He nodded to the other students he met and stopped in front of a door indicator light turned off. He turned to the tiger. "Just promise me you'll behave in there."
It took some effort but the tiger managed to wipe the grin off his face. "I swear," he finally said.
Not really reassured Craig opened the door and waved him in. He smiled as the scents of chemical assaulted the tiger, making him muzzle wrinkle in distaste. Craig had grown used to them over the years. For a moment he thought that might be enough to keep the tiger in check, but then remembered who he was thinking about and stayed on his guard for the entire duration they were in the room, specially as he explained how each processed worked since the tiger was right next to him during those times.
Once that was done He lead the tiger to another room, where he explained the photographs would be printed, and verified to ensured the colours would be correct.
"Just process the pics we took. I'll stay out of your way and watch." The tiger finally said as Craig was taking a breath to explain further.
Craig nodded and set to work, quickly getting absorbed in his work. He'd just set the negative to be processed when he felt hot breath on his neck and arms hugging him, pulling close against the other's body, the other's excited body He realized as his rear pressed against the tiger's groin.
He ran a hand through the fur on an arm and moaned as the tiger nibbled on his neck. "You promised you'd behave." He finally managed to say.
"I AM behaving." The tiger replied softly, licking on of the bear's ear. "you forgot to qualify HOW I should behave, so I opted for behaving badly." And with that a hand rubbed and squeezed Craig's half hard cock through his pants. His ears became extremely warm. "You're blushing, aren't you?" making him blush had been the tiger's favorite game during their multiple conversation.
Craig couldn't reply immediately, his legs weakening enough the tiger had to hold him up. "Pl . . . please, we shouldn't be doing this in here."
"Why not?" the tiger reached lower and massaged the bear's balls. "You locked the door, no one will disturb us."
"what?" he moaned, "what about your photos?" He managed to say when his breath came back. He rubbed a hand on the tiger's thigh, on fur instead of jeans. He moved his hand higher and gulped as he didn't encounter any fabric. 'oh my God,' he thought, 'he's naked . . . It's pressing against my . . .' He couldn't seem to form the thoughts, but the image did come, nice and clear. If the way he was being touched hadn't done it, that image would have made him fully hard.
"It's not like there's anything worth looking at on those pictures, I had to keep my pants on."
"I've . . I've never done anything . . ." Craig couldn't the admission.
The tiger licked the side of his head "I know. You said it before." He whispered. "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to, I'm just asking you to relax and enjoy this. You can tell me to stop at anytime." As he said this the tiger undid the bear's pants and slipped a hand in under his underwear, making Craig moan. He tried to keep it under control; the room wasn't exactly sound proof.
The tiger moved him away from the table and against a wall. "You'll want to lean against it," he said as he pulled Craig's pants and underwear down. Then he was pressing against him again, making him shiver as he pressed his in the bear's crack and thrust lazily, his other hand slowly jerking him.
Craig couldn't seem to think. This didn't feel like anything he'd ever imagine. When he climaxed it was with more force than he'd experienced before, his cum shot on the wall almost as high as his face. Through it all the tiger held him, his hand simply holding his pulsating cock as it emptied itself.
"Are you ok?" He asked in a quiet voice once Craig calmed down
"I don't know" was his weak reply.
"Can you stand on your own?
Craig nodded and the tiger released him. He found that he could indeed stand, but he missed being held, so he leaned back into the tiger. "What about you? He asked as he felt the tiger's hardness against him again.
The tiger gave a soft chuckle "Don't worry about me. I'm in town for the entire week. You're going to have plenty of time to return the favor. You can let me know if you're comfortable with that tomorrow when I come for my pictures."