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Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2025 19:02:54 -0500
From: Cyan <cyan.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Paying Eros

Everything happened to line up on Valentine's Day. It was the first day
that had been sunny in almost a week and a half, and Daniel happened to
have time in his schedule to model during the few hours the light in my
room was right. Daniel had modeled for me for a number of photo projects
over the course of my college career. He had agreed to be the focus of the
term-long project, building portraits of various gods of ancient mythology
to be photographed with a homemade pinhole camera. In light of the date, I
decided that portraits of Eros and Cupid would be apropos. Earlier in the
term, I had done a test portrait of Daniel as Thor and realized that doing
two gods in a session was about the limit.


Daniel was beautiful. It truly was the only word for him. He was a
light-skinned black man with long, neat dreads. His face was perfect in his
minor imperfections -- his nose a bit bumpy and big, his lips large, a
little scar on his cheek. But his hottest feature was his ears that stuck
out like Barack Obama's -- at that time, a young senator from Illinois,
just coming onto the national stage. (Although I thought his ears looked
much sexier the following year when he had a buzz cut rather than the
dreads that hid them a bit.) Daniel had a toned body, not from time in the
gym but from occasional games of Ultimate Frisbee on the quad. He had a
lanky frame with a cute little butt and a bit of a stereotypical stoner
vibe going on. (To be a bit critical of his body from an aesthetic
perspective, if he were a gym bro, I would say he skipped leg day too
often. But his skinny legs were still damn nice. And besides, he was
willing to get naked in front of a camera for me, so I definitely don't
want to be seen as complaining.)


Daniel and I were two of a relatively small group of out queer men on
campus. We had kind of a strange relationship. We traveled in fairly
different social circles, but we still were friendly. I absolutely had a
crush on him, especially when we first met. But I came to realize I didn't
want to date him or even be fuck buddies -- it was more of an aesthetic
crush than anything else. And I am almost certain that the crush was not
reciprocated.


I was lucky to have a single with a north-facing window. I had created a
studio set up for my photo project on one side of the room. I covered the
wall with white cloth and had chiffon draping from the ceiling. I gathered
the props I had pulled together yesterday afternoon.


As a broke college student who spent most of my money on art supplies,
Daniel and I had come to a different arrangement about paying for
modeling. I had taken a massage course for a PE credit, yoga classes for
the past few years that frequently integrated Thai massage, and several
dance classes, which often incorporated a little body work into the
curriculum. Thus, in exchange for his modeling, I would give him a
massage. Not a like 5-minute shoulder rub but a full-body hour-long
session. He enjoyed the bodywork -- and I had no complaints about getting
to work on his body. Usually, it was just a massage, but occasionally,
things progressed to a happy ending.


I had cranked my heat last night when we had settled on the timing for this
session. My room was actually surprisingly warm; I had to change into
shorts and strip down to my t-shirt when I got back from my morning
classes. I never liked to keep it this hot -- sleeping in a sauna was
terrible. However, it was much more comfortable for Daniel to be naked (and
made it so his balls weren't trying to climb up into him.)


Someone knocked on my door. I stepped over and opened the door, ushering
Daniel, bundled for winter, into the warm space. Reflexively, he peeled off
his outer layers.


"How you doing this morning?" I asked as I got my cameras ready.


"Not too bad. It's chilly out there."


"Happy Valentine's Day."


"Yeah, single's awareness day." We both chuckled. Daniel was just kind of
waiting as I futzed with things.


"You ready?"


"Yeah. Let's do this," he replied. This was the awkward part of every
modeling session. Did I ask him to get naked, or did I wait for him to
start stripping? We both knew what was about to happen, but it didn't make
the steps to get there easier. Sometimes, I think he just wanted to make me
say it.


"OK. Why don't you get naked?" Daniel nodded, kicking his Sambas off. He
took his shirt and cords off and sat on the edge of my bed to pull off his
socks. I knew what was coming next. He stood and turned away from me, like
he always did, and dropped his underwear. The whole plan was for him to be
naked. It was the whole reason he was here, but he always had this moment
of modesty. I watched out of the corner of my eye; it was such an endearing
ritual.


The gray fabric slid down his legs, exposing his hairless globes. He turned
toward me, hand covering his crotch, hiding what I knew to be a perfect
uncut cock, flaring crown smoothed into a graceful curve by the long
foreskin. His torso was also hairless but for a small patch of dark curls
peaking around his wrist. "So what's the plan?"


"As I said yesterday, we are going to try to do two gods today, so it will
take a bit longer than last time. I figured to celebrate, we'd do gods of
love, Cupid and Eros."


"Ok. How do you want me?"


Over the course of the next hour or so, we worked through a series of
poses. First, we worked on Eros. My plan for each of the gods was to try to
get three large format pictures using my pinhole, a full frontal image, a
fully nude shot that didn't show his penis, and one either draped or
otherwise covered. I also took a series of 35mms and some medium format
pictures on my Holgas.


We first worked through images of Eros, a standing youth holding a laurel
of fake greenery. Eros was easy. Eros was a primordial expression of
passion and lust. The youthful personification of every emotion people feel
as lovers. There was no challenge for Daniel to embody an arbiter of the
erotic.


Cupid was more of a challenge. Daniel was never going to be childlike like
in the cherubic visualization of the god we are used to. (And those are
creepy anyway.) But Cupid was also more capricious, a mischievous figure
who toyed with humanity. I figured I would use a toy bow with suction cup
arrows to symbolize his traditional weapon and a stool to make him attempt
to look like he was flying. Daniel did a great job holding himself up in
slightly awkward poses for the long exposures of the pinhole
camera. However, capturing Cupid's mischievous nature was much more
difficult.


I also took a couple of Holga pictures and an extra pinhole shot, trying to
use chiffon draped from the ceiling to make a pair of wings. I wouldn't
know if it worked or looked like shit until I was able to develop the film,
but it was worth a try. Going into this project, I knew there were probably
going to be gods that we attempted to photograph and failed, and I was
already thinking Cupid was likely to be near the top of that list.


"Massage?" I asked as I helped him detangle from the draping and took the
props back.


"Not right now. I gotta grab lunch and then get to class. You free
tonight?"


"Yeah. You don't have a Valentine's date?"


"It's Monday. I only got a date with my books. You?"


"Same."


"A massage would be a great way to `celebrate' being single." I could hear
the snark in his voice on the word celebrate.


"What time are you thinking?" I asked. Daniel shrugged as he was
redressing. "Can we either meet on the early side, like 9, or close to
midnight?" I continued. "I do need to get some work done tonight." (Looking
back now, it is wild to think that, at one point in my life, I thought 9 pm
was considered early.)


"Let's go with on the late side. I'll be in my room by 11, 11:15. Come by
after that?"


"Sounds good. I'll aim to show up around 11:30."


I spent the afternoon developing the film from our late morning
photoshoot. While I wouldn't know until I printed the pictures, it seemed
my initial judgment was likely right. The Eros pictures were successful
where there was just something unworkable about Daniel as Cupid. After
dinner, I headed to the library to work on research for a lit paper due
later in the week. Shortly after 11, I reached a good stopping point. I had
figured out a topic, done most of my research, and planned out a general
outline. It was a fairly short paper, only 1500-2000 words, so I knew, with
this prep work, I could bang it out in one night.


I headed across campus to Daniel's room. I was a bit earlier than I had
said but still within the window he had suggested. I got to his door,
knocked, and tested the knob. It was unlocked. I stuck my head in, but he
wasn't there. As I withdrew, I heard Daniel behind me. "You can go in." I
turned my head and saw him walking down the hall, a white towel low slung
around his hips and a shower cap over his locks. I went in and held the
door open for him. He followed me in and set his shower stuff down. He
pulled the cap off his hair and shook out his dreads. I put my bag down and
took off my sneakers, jacket, and flannel shirt.


"So?" he stood facing me, thumb hooked in his towel.


"I am here to `pay' up. Ready?"


"Absolutely."


"Ok," I opened my bag and pulled out an extra sheet. I threw it over half
his bed, covering his comforter. I wasn't exactly sure of the situation,
but Daniel had a double room as a single. He had pushed the two beds
together and used a foam topper to make himself a king-sized bed. I also
pulled out a small bottle of massage oil and arranged his pillows to make a
comfortable cradle for his head.


"How do you want me?" he asked, a bit of a twinkle acknowledging the double
entendre in the question. I looked back with a smirk at the suggestion and
a bit of confusion. "Should I put anything on?"


"Whatever you're comfortable with."


"Ok." He stood there.


I gestured to the bed, "Let's start with your back." He climbed onto the
bed, unwrapping the towel from his waist and tossing it across the room,
and lay face down on the bed. "Are you cold?" His room was not quite the
sauna my room was in the morning, but it was still comfortable.


"I'm ok. I'll let you know."


"Please do. I can cover you with a blanket if you need." He just nodded and
then settled into the headrest.


I took off my jeans and climbed on the bed with him, straddling his
hips. By unspoken agreement, we had come to an understanding that no matter
how the massage ended, there would be physical contact between our bodies
and, at least from my end, an erotic undertone to the process. Based on the
fact his cock was usually standing at most, if not all, of its over seven
inches of attention throughout the process, I think he had similar feelings
about the sensual tinge that these massages took.


I rubbed my hands together to warm them and pooled a bit of oil into
them. Daniel's shoulders were tense. I slowly started stroking and working
into the knots around his shoulder blades. As I broke through the tension,
I began to work down his back, thumbs prying along the edges of his spine.
I inched my hips down his legs as I worked lower down his back. Soon, I was
working the tops of his glutes and taking long strokes from shoulder to
hips. I grabbed the bottle of oil and dripped a bit on his lower back. He
bucked a bit as the cool liquid hit his skin.


"Sorry."


"S'ok. Just a surprise."


"Everything feeling good?" I asked as I started to work the oil across his
back, continuing with longer strokes.


"Mmmhmm," he moaned in appreciation.


"I'm going to add a bit more oil," I warned just before I drizzled some
into the crack of his ass. He didn't flinch this time but shifted slightly,
spreading his thighs a bit between my legs and subtly opening his ass to
me.


"Do you know the elbow in the ass thing?" he asked as he tried to turn to
look at me.


I nodded and gently pushed him back to flat as I said, "Yeah, I can do
that."


I slid my hands over the smooth curves of his ass, thumbs brushing the edge
of his crack. If this had been a professional massage, I would have
definitely been crossing lines. But this wasn't. In the past, Daniel had
been receptive to more than a massage. It seemed like tonight was likely an
opportunity for a release beyond the tension in his shoulders.


I moved to focus on one cheek, the outside of one hand settling into his
crack. As I worked into the muscle, finding the tension, I brought my other
elbow in to provide a focused drive into the knots my thumbs had found and
to work into the hip joint itself. Daniel squirmed under my pressure. I
pulled back.


"No," he gasped. "It's good pain."


I shifted my weight again and dug the sharp knob of my bent arm deep into
the undercurve of his pelvis. I repositioned my other hand to both provide
myself with better leverage and pin his pelvis to the bed. I didn't work
him too long, but I waited until I felt his body relax below me, until the
deep connections in his pelvic floor began to release. I followed up with a
gentle kneading of the cheek I had been working on, barely working deeper
than stroking the skin. One hand began to include a stroking of his crack,
my pinky sliding up and down, the tip teasing his hole with each
pass. Beyond the involuntary reactions of his flesh, he made no complaint,
verbally or physically, to the more suggestive tone that my movements were
taking. He actually pushed his legs against mine, working to spread himself
further despite being pinned below me.


I repeated my investigation of his other cheek, finding the nodes of
contracted muscles. I followed up again by driving my elbow deep into the
flesh to release the tension he was holding in his hip. This side was
tighter, and I had to place a hand on his sacrum to hold him down as I
worked. He gasped and groaned, and then the fight left him, and he stopped
wiggling beneath my pressure. I pulled up.


My hand slid down from his lower back, my middle finger parting his trench
until it rested directly on his hole. I just left it there as I caressed
the surface of the glute I had just worked so deeply. I slid my hand around
his hip, snaking under him and manipulating the inside of his iliac
crest. I matched with my other hand and was soon working my fingers under
him and up into his pelvis. As I worked around that private area, using his
own body weight to help with the massage, my fingertips would occasionally
brush against his cock, firm and hot to the touch. He was enjoying this.


Knowing that, while there was more pleasure to come, I was giving a massage
as payment, I shifted to working on his hamstrings. The work on the back of
his legs may have been a bit perfunctory, but my fingers did find their way
across his taint on most of the strokes I took along his leg.


Finishing his hamstrings, I shifted down to the bottom of the bed. "Ok,
time to flip over." Daniel complied and was soon lying on his back. His
cock arched over his pelvis, the head hovering just below his navel, just
the tip peeking out of his foreskin. I knew his erection would not be
constant for the rest of the massage, but it was a good bellwether that he
had been enjoying the "extra" aspects of my touch.


After taking time to massage his feet and calves, I moved around to place
myself behind his head. I slid my fingers beneath his head and gently
cradled his skull. I spent a few minutes manipulating his neck and the
junction between his spine and skull. I could feel him slowly relaxing into
my hands. Once he had completely released any hold he had on his neck
muscles, I shifted to lay his head in my lap. I continued to work my
fingers into his scalp, tracing around his dreads gently. As I stretched
and lightly tugged, he practically quietly moaned. Most people love having
their hair played with, and Daniel was no exception. I also took time to
work my fingers around his ears, gently pulling and squeezing. Moving to
his face, I swept the pad of my fingers across the planes of skin before
me.  As I began to work longer strokes down his torso, my shirt kept
brushing across his face. I paused my massage and pulled it over my
head. Continuing to rub my hands along his torso, my hands glided across
his skin, sliding around and under him. As my hands passed across the space
below his navel, his cockhead bounced over the back of my hand. He stayed
erect, his cock continuing to arch and bounce with my motions. From this
vantage point, I could see the pinkish-tan tip of cock leering out from his
foreskin, straining around his engorged helmet.


I once again repositioned, settling between his legs. I lifted his left leg
and began to gently work his leg in his hip socket. As I pushed in to
stretch him, my crotch pushed against him. I had been half hard for most of
the last hour as I had been working on his body (ah, to be young again). I
knew he could feel the tumescence as I pressed into him. I repeated the hip
and leg manipulations with his other leg, continuing to bump against him,
my cock growing to full arousal in my underwear. My hand occasionally
brushed over or slipped under his equally hard cock; I pretended not to
notice the contact, as if dodging and grazing across arching erections was
an everyday action.


When I was done with his right leg in the air, I grabbed his left leg as
well. Pushing both legs up, I forced him into a deep Happy Baby pose. His
ass was opened wide before me, and his eyes, having been closed for most of
the last hour, popped open in surprise. Without breaking eye contact, I
leaned into him, using my hips to push his back down to the bed, my hard
cock pressed along his crack, a thin layer of cotton between us. He sighed
as we settled into the new position, his hips relaxing into the stretch.


"Your hips are very flexible." In all of our massages, I had never gotten
quite so intimately physical with maneuvering him into stretching
postures. They had either been true massages, or "devolved" into a blow job
or hand job before we reached this point.


"I know." His tongue swiped across his lower lip, not exaggerated enough
for me to be sure that it was flirtatious but seemingly specifically timed
rather than physical coincidence.


I sat back on my haunches, my knees extending on either side of his torso,
and allowed him to rock back down from the hip-opening stretch, legs around
my body, his pelvis cradled by my upper thighs. This gave me access to his
full torso. With a final squeeze of oil onto his lower abdomen, splattering
onto his cock, I began a series of long, sweeping strokes, around beneath
him, across his pecs -- making sure to rub my thumbs over his nipples --
and down his stomach. At the end of each pass, as my hands worked around
his narrow hips, my thumbs ran down the length of his cock, pulling it down
to near parallel with his thighs and, as my hands traced out to dive
beneath him again, his cock was released to spring back. The first few
times, it smacked against his abdomen, but soon, he became hard enough that
he just bounced in the air, oscillating near 45°, the head now
completely free from the confinement of his foreskin.


As I worked, Daniel began to shift his hips, humping, seeking. In this
position, I had already started the transition away from massage, and
Daniel's body was telling me he was ready for this to go further. On my
next stroke down his body, I grabbed him by his hips and pulled him onto my
lap. His crack surrounded my hard cock.


Daniel planted his feet and started to grind his hips against
mine. Pretenses of this being about anything but sex disappeared. I gripped
his gyrating hips, pulling him to me as I began to thrust up against
him. He struggled against my grip, trying to stay in control of the
clashing of our hips. He was not trying to pull away but aiming to push
harder into me. Soon, we found a rhythm; the cotton of my underwear bunched
and stimulated the underside of my cock as it rubbed up and down his crack.


I leaned forward, moving a hand around the base of his erection, pointing
it up to my face. My lips wrapped around the head, and my tongue swirled
around the soft, spongy flesh. I worked my head down further -- to be young
and flexible again -- until I had about a third of his shaft in my
mouth. (Which honestly was probably for the best -- I have a fairly
sensitive gag reflex, and while I had, in the past, swallowed his whole
seven and a half inches, it took a lot of work and a bit of choking.)
Daniel continued to roll his hips. As the tender flesh of his hole brushed
against the cloth-covered length of my shaft, the head of his cock pulsed
at the edge of my throat. My other hand slipped down and began to gently
roll his ample balls within their soft sack.


"Fuck me." Danial moaned. He rolled off me and pulled out a bottle of lube
and a condom. I quickly thumbed my underwear down and shimmied it off
completely, throwing it across the room. I shifted down the bed a bit as
Daniel spiraled back down onto his back. Down between his legs, I slid my
hands behind his knees and pushed his legs up again. I leaned in, my face
right in his crack, looking closely at the ring of flesh, slightly pinker
than the tan skin of his ass.


My tongue slipped between my lips, reaching the tip out to lightly tickle
across the soft pink wrinkles. He tasted a heady bouquet of natural soap,
the herbal tang of the massage oil, and the light funk of his musk. I
swiped the width of my tongue up the full length of his crack, ending at
the base of his balls. I sucked one ball into my mouth as I brought a
finger to delicately dance around the ring. As I used my tongue to switch
the ball in my mouth, I started to softly provide a circular pressure
teasing around his entry. Once I started to hone in on the center of the
ring of muscle, I shifted from stimulating him with my finger to my
tongue. I started to dig the tip into the small divot I felt within the
furrowed wreath. His ring loosened, allowing me to drive into him, the musk
growing across my taste buds.


Without looking, I groped around until I felt my hand land on the bottle of
lube Daniel had handed me. I popped the top and slicked a finger, preparing
to open the beautiful man before me. I continued to lick and thrust my
tongue into his hole. Once I had a finger prepared, I pulled my face back
with a final kiss on the hole. I replaced my tongue with my index
finger. With only a little pressure, my finger slid in up to the second
knuckle. While he accepted my finger easily, he needed more preparation
before he was fully ready for my cock. I twisted and wiggled within the
warm depths until the entirety of my finger had disappeared into his
flesh. I found the firm nugget of his prostate, and as I caressed its
unyielding form, he gasped, and his cock jerked. A small pearl of precum
oozed out of the slit of his engorged head.


"Ready for more?" Daniel didn't respond verbally, just whimpered and
nodded. I pulled my hand back and pushed back into him, sliding my middle
finger in beside my index finger.


With two fingers sunk into his ass, I looked over his sinuous form splayed
before me. His cock, still rock hard, bounced as he squirmed, working his
hips down, striving to get my fingers deeper into him. His eyes were glazed
over in lust, lips slightly parted; he heaved with need.  I wished there
was a way to capture what lay before me on film. While the images of Eros
would be good, nothing could compare to the vision I saw lustily writhing
on the bed, my fingers two arrows piercing his most private flesh. Here
before me was Eros incarnate.


Daniel panted, "Now." I teased the edge of his hole with my ring finger,
stretching him a bit further, as I handed the condom wrapper back to
him. My hands were far too lubey to rip the foil. He twisted and rolled the
latex sheath down my shaft. Although this was the first direct attention my
penis had received in the past few minutes, I was hard as a rock.


I pulled closer to him, once again kneeling between his legs. I grabbed him
firmly by the hips, pulling him up into position. My cock head rested on
his loosened hole, still impossibly small, but ready to open and swallow me
into him. As I started to tenderly push forward, waiting for him to open,
Daniel had other ideas. He shifted his hips, impaling himself halfway down
my cock in one go. He began a similar motion to before, and soon, his hips
rested against mine. He wiggled, looking for more, but our position did not
permit the best penetration. I reached down, sliding my hands beneath his
back, and pulled him up. Our torsos aligned, and his hips rocked, allowing
the full length of my cock into him.


As I hugged him to me, he began to roll his hips, shifting and gyrating on
my cock. As I found his rhythm, I began to punctuate his serpentine dance
with thrusts, alternately rising into his downbeats and chasing along as he
pulled up. His hands found either side of my face, pulling us
together. Kiss is barely the right word for what happened between us. It
was a crashing expression of the lust in our pelvises mirrored in our
mouths. Soon, we had to pull away, gasping for air.


I dropped him back on the bed, grabbing his calves and folding him in half
again. His hole puckered and pulsed, suddenly empty. As much as I would
have loved to watch his body's natural reactions to loss, my cock was
controlling me, not my brain. I jabbed forward, crashing my hips against
his in one thrust. Splitting him wide below me, all of the passion built up
during the hour of caressing this god before me spilled out. This was not a
slow and romantic, but a zealous fuck, the cresting of over an hour of
edging.


I didn't last long. I was soon thrusting my hips forward, deep with him, as
a shuddering orgasm overtook me. Shot after shot of cum burst forth,
filling my condom deep within him. As I cum, Daniel grabbed his cock and
started to furiously jack himself off. Once I had recovered a bit, I looked
down and could see he was close. Hard dick still in his ass, I took over
for him. I was able to bend forward to get the head of his cock in my mouth
as I worked the shaft with my hand. Soon I was rewarded with salty, sweet
jets of his cum erupting against the roof of my mouth. I greedily swallowed
every drop, using my fingers to clean up anything I missed in the initial
explosion. Once I was sure I had finished every bit of his fluid, I
collapsed atop him, working to catch my breath. Soon, we both came down
from our blissful heights, and our respiration harmonized and slowed.


I got up and carefully pulled the condom off, knotting it and throwing it
into his trash can. I grabbed a tissue off his desk and wiped my cock
off. I found my underwear from where I had thrown it. As I pulled my
clothes back on, I wondered if this was a one-time special or if his
payment was regularly going to become more extensive than a massage.


Daniel was still lying on the bed, collapsed on my extra sheet -- I'd
figure out how to get that back later. I stepped over to the bed, reaching
over him to grab the bottle of massage oil, pushed away during the passion.


I lightly placed a hand on his sweaty chest. "Thank you, my Eros, for a
perfect Val..."


"Monday night," Daniel cut me off. I nodded and chuckled.


I walked across the room to head out. "I'll have a god or two ready in
maybe two weeks," I said, opening the door.


"Sounds good. I'll be ready anytime," he said. As I turned to say good
night, he continued, "but mostly because I look forward to our next payment
session. Or maybe you'd like to pay me double for the last session..."



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