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[b][u][center]Another Sole-Ful Photoshoot

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Hadley looked at his phone again, half-hoping that someone had checked in on the portfolio that he’d uploaded and left an offer. Even just a couple of prints would go a long way towards paying off some of the costs that even his amateur photography instilled. Considering some of the poses that he’d gotten off Mehki just a couple of days ago, he would have thought that [i]someone[/i] would be interested in having a hunky construction worker grace the covers of their magazine or something.

But even those weren’t getting any offers. Not beyond the wankers that were looking for hot-guy fuel, at the very least, and not many of them, either. He shook his head, putting his phone back in his pocket and leaning back against the tree behind him.

“So much for that being my big break,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck…what do you have to do to get something to work?”

That was the question, and he didn’t have an answer to it. Not yet, at least, and he doubted that he’d get one anytime soon. He grumbled under his breath as he leaned his head back and stared toward the sky.

That session with Mehki had been…intense, and more than just in the sexual way. The whole time that he’d been working with the anthro, he’d been aware of the sheer tension in the air, the way that he was more excited with him as a model than he had ever been for other men that he’d worked with. He didn’t know what had been different, but something was, and it had sucked him right into the session as he had never been pulled in before.

He'd felt inspired, touched, just…illuminated with the possibilities that came with working with the other man. He’d sworn that it was his best work that he had ever done with his phone camera, and he’d been [i]sure[/i] that it would be his big break. Instead, it was barely different from his other sets, and the only ones that were interested were the freaks that wanted it to be more explicit.

He almost agreed with them. Almost.

His cheeks burned as he thought of how that photoshoot had gone. The naughtiness that came after all the picture-taking hadn’t been his original intention. Far from it, he’d only wanted to see what he could do with the other man, try out taking photos with someone that looked hot enough to be a model and see if it worked out.

Instead, he got pushed down, held against the other man’s feet, tasted toes, and…and cum his brains out, more or less. He still couldn’t believe the intensity of that particular memory. He would have thought that his brain was making it up if he hadn’t lived through that orgasm. He blushed worse as he imagined how much more intense it probably would have been if he had been more…

[i]No, no, we’re not going further. That’s not what we’re trying to be. I want to be a photographer, not some porn cameraman.[/i]

Though, that might be – no, no, he wasn’t going down that road. Respectability, once lost, was so hard to get back. He wanted to get this the right way, not through the ‘easy’ way of posting nudes and finding sexy men and women that might pose for him for those kinds of things. He’d do it the right way, and then he’d start making his way higher. All he had to do was find the right sort of models, the right subjects, and then he’d start selling his photos. He was sure of it. He was.

Just was a matter of finding them, which was, admittedly, the harder part.

Shaking his head, he pushed off from the tree, wandering along with his phone in hand and looking here and there at those that were doing the same as him. The park was rather picturesque, and he was the first to admit that, but there was more to getting a good picture than just finding something that was worth taking a photo of it. There was the whole framing issue, deciding what the best lighting would be, the angle that you wanted the photo from, how to pose the subjects in it; the list went on and on with no end in sight, and there were times where, if he let himself think of it, he felt like he’d just have been better off doing something else.

So, he refused to let himself think about it. Instead, he just walked through the park, head forward, phone in hand, his eyes open and receptive to whatever opportunities might present themselves. Sooner or later, he’d find something. Of that, he had little doubt. Hadley convinced himself that today would be the day.

However, despite his best intentions and most open mind, he didn’t see anything during his walk. The usual inspiration of the light and dark along the forested part of the park gave him nothing today, particularly with the sight of all the people walking through the trees, and the sparkles off the little lakes that dotted the park only made him think about the light spots that would need editing when it was over and done with. The simple fact that there was so much work and so much interference from everything around just shut him down, making him dismiss everything.

Eventually, he reached the basketball court on the far side of the park and took a seat at one of the benches ringing it. Shaking his head, he pulled his phone up and looked through his messages. Spam, spam, and more spam, without the slightest interest in the various portfolios that were uploaded.

“Dammit…still…”

Shaking his head, he looked up again, only to find his attention brought firmly to the game on display.

Usually, Hadley wasn’t that interested in sports. There was something to it, he was sure, and the interplay of movement and powerful stances was something that held the attention of a great many photographers. He was aware of that, too, just as he was aware that he wasn’t one of those that was that interested in it.

But today, it was different. Today, he saw the interplay of anthros and humans playing against each other.

It took him a moment to realize what made it so different. There was a tension to the game that was very one-sided, but it didn’t immediately resolve, despite the fact that there were regular cheers from both sides when a basket was made. It was as if there was something else going on, and he had to study it, paying more attention, staring with his eyes narrowed to try and figure it out.

It wasn’t until he noticed that the anthros were just casually running back and forth along the court while the humans were huffing and puffing that he realized what it was. The humans were playing [i]hard[/i], and the anthros were playing casually. The physical difference between the two over-species meant that the latter didn’t have to push themselves much, while the humans had to go all-out just to keep up.

The results were a very different, very intense game that made it more interesting to watch from a visual perspective. It was all too easy to spin the looks of furious aggression from the humans as something almost devilish as the playful ‘angels’ of the other team darted to and fro across the court. They were completely in their element, and while they were definitely beating the humans, they weren’t making it a big thing.

[i]It’s just friendly…even if my species can’t really keep up…[/i]

It was one of those things that he had never seen play out quite like this, and he pulled up his phone, taking a few video clips before going back to the still shots. There was, of course, some blur in the process, but it wasn’t that bad. These were for personal use, anyway, rather than for anything that he might sell. Something to inspire him rather than something that he would put up for sale.

It wasn’t until he saw the Labrador, though, that things tilted in his head.

The white-furred Labrador had been just one of the many different anthros on the court, at first, but at some point, he walked over to the side of the pavement. Hadley just thought that he was leaving, but instead, there was a short exchange between him and one of the other observers, and the Labrador reached down and –

[i]Oh…my…[/i]

Hadley’s cheeks started burning as soon as he realized that the anthro was taking off his shoes. No socks under them, either, just white-furred feet along the top and dark pads along the bottom. Without even thinking, he hit the zoom function on his phone, zooming in on the newly exposed feet as the dog walked back onto the court.

[i]Four toes, broad ball of the food, medium high arch…[/i]

Such thoughts were intrusive and new to him, and he blushed as he realized just how much they were mattering as he kept filming those white-furred feet. He shook his head, rapidly pulling the camera back out as the dog rejoined his team. The only barefoot man on the concrete, Hadley realized, and he wondered how that would affect him.

The answer was that it didn’t. He stared as the barefoot canine darted among the other players, dodging between them and dribbling the basketball from hand to hand and spinning between those that tried to intercept him or take the ball out of his grip. Whatever the humans tried, it just didn’t work.

For the first time, one of the anthros was going all out, and it showed.

Hadley filmed the whole thing, barely believing what he was seeing as the white Labrador reached the other end of the court and leaped into the air. He grabbed hold of the rim as he dunked the ball, hanging from it with his toes pointing toward the ground. He sagged there for a moment, giving the human the perfect chance to get a picture of those four-toed feet, the soft undersides, and…and everything about them that he might want to enjoy later.

He blushed as he put the camera down, barely believing that he’d taken those photos, or that they’d gone as well as they had. He didn’t even known what had come over him, or why that had mattered so much in that moment, but it had. Everything about that Labrador held his attention, and he knew one thing for sure: he’d found himself another model.

Hadley forced himself to keep his phone down as the game continued. The disparity in score grew wider and wider, and through it all, the barefoot dog was the one that kept scoring. One shot after another, and always pushing himself that little bit more than he had to. It was like he was trying to make some sort of point while darting across the court again and again, though Hadley had no idea what it could be. All that mattered was the fact that he was seeing some poetry in motion with this man, and he couldn’t wait to talk to him.

The game lasted for another fifteen minutes before both sides seemed to call it quits at the same time. As the human team dragged themselves off the court, slumping toward the paths that led back to the parking lot, the anthros congratulated each other with fist bumps and high-fives.

Getting to his feet, Hadley crossed the court quickly before the strangely interesting white Labrador could leave. Intercepting the other man while the tall dog was talking to a much shorter possum, he waved to get the player’s attention.

“Hey, uh…hey, do you have a second?” he asked.

“Yeah, hang on.” The dog turned back to the possum. “See you at class later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.”

The possum waved and walked off, following the rest of the anthro athletes as they jogged away. Hadley watched them for a moment, still somewhat in disbelief over just how easily they could do that after just playing a game, only to be drawn back by the dog clearing his throat.

“Hey. You wanted something, dude?”

“Oh, right, sorry. Um, sorry. Hadley. I’m Hadley.”

“Dayvion. What’s up, man?”

“Yes, um, I was watching the game – you probably saw – and I was curious if I could use you as a model for a few shots?” he asked, holding up his phone. “I’m working on getting better with my photography, and the best way I can do that is with a good model. And you, uh, you look like you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, seriously, due? That’d be pretty sick, honestly.” Dayvion chuckled. “Yeah, I think I got time. Ain’t like I gotta get home for a couple of hours. What’re you thinking of? Sporty stuff, or?”

“Uh, sports stuff will work, sure.”

[i]As long as you keep your shoes off.[/i]

He was struggling not to look down already, but as Dayvion shifted the basketball by his feet forward, stepping on it, it was all but impossible not to look down. Those four toes were thick and just a trifle meaty, and he barely kept from biting his lips as he imagined them drumming against his face the way that Mehki’s had just a few days ago. His jeans hid his boner so far, but he could already feel it starting to get stiffer, harder in his pants.

Hoping to disguise it, he went to his knees, holding his phone out to get a couple of portrait shots. Dayvion crossed his arms, the movement a bit more natural than Mehki’s had been, and the white-furred canine looked positively glowing in the afternoon light. He nodded his approval, even as his eyes flicked down along the camera screen to the drumming toes on the basketball. Oh, they flicked and flexed so very well, and he had to admit that they looked hot as hell.

“So, what’s got your interest?” Dayvion asked.

“Huh?”

“You just ask anyone to be your model?”

“Oh. Uh, I just…I was watching the game, and you were kinda the star,” he said, tapping the screen to get a few good shots. He tilted his phone slightly, making sure to get a little better shot of those toes as they splayed wide over the top of the basketball, and when they curled, too. “I knew that anthros were faster than humans, but I didn’t know that you could just keep going like that.”

“Well, that’s part of the way that our biology works. A couple of species are less good than humans, but most of us have some advantage or other.”

“Yeah, I can see that…”

He could see it all too well, as a matter of fact. As Dayvion shifted his position, kicking the basketball under his arm, Hadley blinked as he realized that the dog’s feet were as clean as could be, minus a couple of specks along the pads that looked like they might have been either ground in or just old birthmark spots. He shook his head as he looked up.

“Do you do this all the time?” he asked.

“Yeah, I like playing a good game. Nice way to loosen up after a day helping others do the same, dude. Like, gets everything all nice and limber.”

“I mean, doing it barefoot?”

“Oh, that? Dude, I mean…that was kinda stupid, I guess.”

[i]Stupid sexy,[/i] some part of Hadley’s brain thought, and he immediately wished that it hadn’t. The sheer stupidity of that thought was enough to set him to blushing, and he realized that he was getting closer and closer to the big dog. He cleared his throat, shaking his head a few times as he pointed at the ball.

“Could you put that back down? Try posing with your hands on your hips and the foot on the ball again?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. No problem, buddy.”

The ball was down, the foot was up. God, seeing four toes on a foot was kind of weird, but at the same time, the sheer difference it had compared to his own was something oddly appealing at the same time. What to say about that? He had no idea. All he knew was that it was going to take him a while to find some way to actually talk about it.

Thankfully, Dayvion beat him to it.

“But, uh, not so much. Today’s the first day that I played barefoot, heh. Just kinda wanted to prove a point.”

“And what point was that?”

“Just, you know. That anthros can still do damn good even au natural, you know?”

It wasn’t quite the right use of the phrase, considering that the dog was still dressed, other than his lack of shoes, but…well, he got it. Running around with shoes on probably felt like the humans had given a gift to the anthros, whereas as soon as they came off – and the anthros were still winning – it was showing that the dog was better even without the whole human ‘civilization’ thing. He blushed as the ball rolled forward, back, forward, back, each time showing a little more of the underside.

He kept expecting to see a bit of dirt down there. If he’d gone running around without his shoes, he knew that the undersides of his feet would have been a little dusty, to say the least. Instead, all he saw were soft, pink soles, and the occasional little black spot that had nothing to do with dirt. He wondered what they’d look like even closer. He wondered, even more, what they’d feel like on his face.

[i]I’m not even into this, really…am I? I can’t be…but…[/i]

His experience with Mehki begged to differ. The fact that he’d jerked off to the memory twice since had made it damn clear that he had gotten off to it and enjoyed it, too. But that had been something that Mehki had kinda pushed on him. Here he was getting closer and closer to someone else that didn’t seem to have any interest in the same sort of thing, hoping that Dayvion picked up on it, and pushed him into the same situation all over again.

What was wrong with him?

He didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop. He was already so close to the toes, and he realized that he’d been slowly creeping closer. He had to come up with something to say to cut through the awkward tension that he was making, and the first thing to come out of his mouth was –

“Could you stand on one foot?”

“Huh? What for?” Davyion asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Just, uh, pretend that you’re in mid-jump. See if you can angle your foot forward a little bit?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Dude, you’ve got some good ideas.”

[i]Just some pervy ones,[/i] he thought, trying not to get down on himself for it, but at the same time really, really struggling not to stare as the ball got kicked off to the side and the white-furred Labrador balanced on one foot and stretched the other one out. Now, he was getting a perfect sole shot, and it was going right to his dick to stare at it.

He hoped that the little sniffs he took so near the sole weren’t giving him away, but he could smell the soft scent of flesh, a hint of musk-sweat, and the general dusty smell of fur. He tried not to think too hard about that, lowering himself back down to the pavement to take a shot from beneath as if he was seeing the dog leaping for the hoop. It was a good shot, he had to admit, but at the same time, it only made him that much hungrier for the feeling of that foot coming down in his face.

God, why did this have to be sexy? Why?

“You okay down there?” Dayvion asked. “Not sure how much it smells; I’m pretty clean usually, but –”

“You’re fine. Smelled a lot worse.”

As a matter of fact, it was almost too clean, but he wasn’t going to question it. He just snapped another couple of pictures, trying to get a good angle and trying to ignore his growing boner, but its metaphorical voice was getting louder and louder the longer that he stared up between those four toes. He shivered as he realized just how much he wanted this to go further, and worse, how he knew that he’d have to make the first move. Dayvion wasn’t the sort to just make it happen the way that Mehki was.

“Hey, uh, I have a dumb idea, but it might be fun.”

“Hey, they’ve been fun so far. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Can you bring your foot down and rest it with the toes on my mouth? Like you’re jumping off my face?”

“Uh…”

“Just for a second.”

“Well, I can try. Hang on, let’s just…”

It was happening. Dayvion shifted his balance, bringing his foot down slowly. The underside was warm-looking, the ball of the foot wide, the rest of it a little short compared to the width but that was fine. He was just lost in the moment, and as he stared at the descending foot, his boner spit pre-cum into his pants.

Then the toes were on his lips. He tried to hold the camera out to the side, almost like he was taking a selfie, and managed to get at least a halfway decent angle, but then…then he lost control.

He licked the dog’s toes.

[i]Oh shit, oh shit.[/i]

The most that could be said then was that he stopped himself from doing it twice, though even that was almost too much. He closed his eyes as soon as he realized what he’d done, half-expecting to be kicked in the face for sliding his tongue under the toes and between them…but nothing happened.

He slowly opened his eyes again, and he looked up. Not only was the foot still hovering over his face, toes against his lips, but the white dog had a boner.

Not a huge, obvious one that was about to rip through his shorts or anything like that, but a big enough erection to make it clear that the little kiss had been something that he enjoyed. Dayvion looked down, his eyes slightly wide, but there was none of the embarrassment that someone else might have had writ large over their face. If anything, he looked slightly awkward, and it was only when their eyes actually met that he brought his foot back down, resting it on the pavement and clearing his throat.

“Uh, sorry ‘bout that. I, uh, didn’t think you’d do something like that.”

“No, no, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, but, ya know. Boner.”

“Yeah, it’s, uh…” He rubbed the back of his head. It was hard not to stare at that, considering that the boner in question was right in front of his face as he sat up again, and he decided to stop trying. They both knew that it was there; trying to pretend that it wasn’t wouldn’t help either of them.

He looked down, up, and then all the way back to the Labrador’s eyes. There was every chance to just stop here, and the pair of them could just…leave it alone. He could just walk away, and the pair of them never needed to see each other again, and they could just pretend that this had never, ever happened.

Or…with that boner…it might be the best time to try and take it further. The excuse of this being for pursuing his own skills seemed to have gone out the window; all that mattered was getting some satisfaction at this point.

“We, uh…”

“What?”

“If you wanted to, we could take it further.” Hadley rubbed the back of his head. “I mean, only if you want to. I’m, uh, pretty curious about how this sort of thing can go, and I – well, I had a little experience with someone else. Not much, but enough to be curious, and – and wonder just how much can happen, and –”

Just when he was thinking that he was rambling and needed to shut the hell up, Dayvion swung his leg out and around. The toes pushed right against his chest, and Hadley went over with a thump, landing with his head in the grass and his back against the pavement. They were the only ones there, but even so, the feeling of someone standing on his chest and pinning him to the ground was something else.

“What…what are you –”

“Dude, you’re the one that asked for this, man.” The white Labrador chuckled, standing with his hands on his hips and his head cocked to the side. From below, his slender, lean figure really showed off just how intense he was, and how powerful he looked. “I’m just giving you the chance to get what you want.”

“I – right. I’m just…ho boy. Hooo boy…”

The four toes on his chest curled, pulling at his shirt, before releasing it and splaying out. They were so flexible, and yet, there was a powerful sense of muscles that went right along the top of the foot. Dayvion pressed down, almost flattening his foot out, the arch going down for a bit as the dog rested more of his weight on his chest, only to pull back a few seconds later and let him get a breath again.

It didn’t stop there, either. Dayvion dragged his toes further, further, and further back to the waistband of his pants. Hadley’s mind was racing at a mile a minute, trying to come up with some reason to continue and some reason to stop at the same time. What if someone were to come back and see him like this? What if someone saw the dog doing this and realize that they were doing something so naughty in public? What if, what if, what if?

All the what-ifs stopped as Dayvion used his toes to curl around the waistband of the human’s pants and pull them down. Not far, just enough to let the band curl around his balls gently. The whole process was as delicate and gentle as could be, and at the same time, sexier than it had any right to be. By the time that his cock was completely exposed, Hadley was harder than he remembered ever being, and his cock was twitching, throbbing, dripping against his belly.

“Wow, dude. You’re really into the foot thing, aren’t you?” Dayvion said, tracing the sides of the shaft with two toes. “Man, I don’t think you’re going to take long.”

“Mmmph…”

“Then again, I don’t think I am, either.”

He still couldn’t believe everything that was happening, but seeing the dog reach into his shorts and pull out his cock was still something that pushed the surreal fantasy all the further. He was getting stepped in, his cock ground between several toes, all while the one giving him a footjob was jerking off over him. The sheer insanity of the moment just kept building, and so did his arousal, leaping forward faster than he could mentally keep up with. He was shivering from head to toe, mouth hanging open as his hips started twitching.

Phone. Camera. He should record this.

As he huffed for breath, he grabbed the phone and held his thumb over the record button, pointing it down at his dick, and then up at Dayvion’s cock. The sight of that thing filling the other man’s hand, the way that it looked slightly bigger than his own but still so familiar, was almost comforting. One more thing that wasn’t different, one thing that they could both enjoy in the same –

“Ah…mmmph…”

He moaned as Dayvion leaned forward, the ball of his foot pressing right into that spot below the head of Hadley’s cock, right where the foreskin could pull down to and show that sensitive spot under it. Push, grind, push, grind went the ball of his foot, slowly pushing in and pulling back, teasing him all the while. He groaned, his free hand curling into a fist at his side as he huffed for breath.

“Yeah, you like that? You like being under a dog’s foot?”

“Mmmph…so…so hot…”

“Yeah, dude, you’re hot. And so am I.”

“Yeah…mmmph…ah…ah…”

He was barely keeping his head on straight, forcing himself to keep his moans and whimpers quieter than they wanted to be. He was so close to just blowing his load right then and there, and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. As it stood, he was barely holding back, and it was taking everything that he had to keep his back flat against the ground.

Pulse, throb, pulse, throb went his cock as Dayvion went back to stroking the toes down either side, keeping that odd, different, soft and yet firm texture of the bottom of his foot firmly planted on Hadley’s cock. Each stroke was so much better than a hand, and the underside was already soaked in pre-cum.

“Getting…getting close…”

“Gonna keep it on record?”

“Nnngh…probably…”

“Well, tell me when…”

Dayvion was stroking faster, too. Was he getting that close? Oh god, were they going to finish together? That was something he hadn’t even considered but –

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was there. He was there. He moaned as he felt his balls drawing up, his cock throbbing all the harder. It twitched up, only for Dayvion to shove it back down, pinning it in place as the toes rubbed all over his cock, curling against the tip, pulling down along the sides, then squeezing and squishing against the head –

“MMMPH!”

“Nnngh!”

They moaned together and went over the edge at the same time. His cum splattered up between the dog’s toes, while Dayvion’s seed hit the ground between his legs. Most of it hit the pavement, but some of it splattered up against Hadley’s balls. The warmth was…so strange, and so weird, and yet, it only made his cock throb that much harder.

[i]What is going on with me?[/i] some quiet part of him wondered. Yet, that part went unanswered. The rest of him was having too good a time.

He panted as he felt the slime of his seed getting rubbed and drummed right back into his dick, and he knew that he was a mess down there. Groaning as Dayvion finally pulled his foot back, giving him a little space, Hadley looked at the phone. The recording had come through, it seemed, though he wasn’t sure how good a one it was. There was probably some serious jumpiness to the video, considering how much he’d been shaking.

Still, that’d be pretty damn hot. Pretty damn hot, indeed.

“Um…Dayvion?”

“Yeah?”

“Could I ask one more favor?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

It was so weird to have someone this casual about it, this…interested, for lack of a better term. It wasn’t even that the other guy was being pervy about it, just that he was willing and interested in giving them both a good time with a shared opportunity. He hesitated, but forced the words out of his mouth.

“Could you step on my head with your clean foot before you go?”

“Another selfie thing?” the white Labrador asked.

“Um…yeah. Please?”

“Heh, sure, little dude. Just tell me when to stop pushing.”

The soft ‘squelch’ of his cum on Dayvion’s other foot notwithstanding, the sight of the other some coming down on his face was still something that he didn’t quite know how to handle. Despite just cumming, his cock was still throbbing hard in the open, and he was trying not to think too hard about how much trouble he could get into if someone did come around and see that. He was going to be charged with public indecency, at the very least, and possibly more depending on what people assumed.

And yet, as the dog stepped on his face, as ninety-percent of his face was completely covered with that white-topped, pink-soled foot, it was impossible not to feel at least a little comfort down there. He held his phone out to the side, getting a good angle out of the corner of his eye as the pressure got stronger and stronger –

“That’s good.”

And just as it was starting to get uncomfortable, Dayvion held it, just as he promised. A little adjustment of the camera, and he tapped the screen one more time.

Click.

And just like that, he had another bit of fun to show some of the more private buyers. He blushed as he imagined putting this naughty set of photos up. If nothing else, maybe, just maybe, he could find someone that could point him towards those that were professionals and willing to do photoshoots of this kind. He didn’t know how possible that was, but perhaps there was a chance for it to work out.

In the meantime…he had two people that were willing to do this, and that was enough for him.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Hadley continues his side-story with finding other people to enjoy some pleasure with, and exploring his fetish in the process.

Tags: M/M, Human/Anthro, Human, Labrador, White Lab, Barefoot, Foot Fetish, Series, Underfoot, Camera, Voyeuristic, Footjob, Orgasm, Cum,