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Randy looks down.
“What off?” he asks with confusion.
Isaac giggles a little.
“Your pants. Just to ratchet things up a bit. I didn’t get much direction from the Fire Department, so maybe they want to get racier. It’s happened in the past,” he adds in a solemn tone. “I did the Garnet Hills Firefighting Calendar a few years back, and they had a racier version where all the models were in their Speedos only. You want to give it a try?”
Randy stares at the old man, and then looks at me, nonplussed. I merely shrug.
“Um, sure,” my boyfriend stammers before undoing the waistband of his pants. Then, the heavy fabric drops to the ground, and he steps out, clad now only in his firefighting hat and the Speedos. His bulge is prominent, and my mouth waters looking at the stiffness there. Should I get him even more aroused? Or would that be inappropriate for the calendar?
Nonetheless, Isaac starts shooting again, and things get underway. Randy assumes a number of poses, and it’s sexy, I have to admit. Again, they’re going to make a ton of money from this calendar. But then, Isaac pauses once more, lowering his camera.
“You want to take that off too?” the old man gestures.
This time, my boyfriend’s eyes practically pop out of their sockets because the meaning is obvious.
“You mean, my Speedos?” he sputters. “Are you kidding me?”
Isaac just shrugs.
“You never know,” he says. “Up to you.”
Okay, that was a non-answer if I ever heard one, and Randy turns to look at me with questioning eyes. But I just give a slight nod. Why not? Obviously, these photos are for our personal enjoyment only, and I have to admit I’m interested in getting my hands on some X-rated snaps of my hunky boyfriend.
With that, Randy pulls his Speedos down, and immediately, that enormous shaft springs out. It’s flushed a deep purple and my mouth goes dry when I see how it gleams at the tip. Oh wow. These are going to be the best boudoir shots ever.
Then, Randy begins to pose totally nude. He’s huge and even though I’ve obviously enjoyed him many times in the past, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off the gorgeous man, mesmerized as he poses. The pictures that Isaac snaps will be amazing, I’m sure, but still, pictures don’t do this firefighter justice. The real thing is a thousand times better—which makes me feel even naughtier about this photoshoot.
My thighs squeeze together as Randy lifts one leg to put it on a box, and I see how his balls hang, already tight along his body. His eyes meet mine, those cobalt depths piercing, and I know he sees only me. He fists his shaft a bit, and a bead of pre-come pearls at the tip, making me moan. It takes all my self-control not to run over and lap up the liquid because I long for his taste on my tongue again. After all, this is my man. Another woman would be insecure being with such a perfect male specimen, but Randy’s instilled confidence in me. He makes me feel beautiful, intelligent, and most of all loved, and we’re happy together one hundred percent.
