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Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato

by

MyMerryMen

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Chapter 6

Previously…

One well-aimed slice with the knife and the flaps were open and all three men were peaking curiously at the contents. A DVD was lying on top with a Post-it sticker attached that had the words Watch me! scrawled neatly on it. Lester booted his state-of-the-art entertainment center up and shortly after their sweet friend Charlie appeared on the screen with her infectious smile that could light up a room.


"Hey my hot toy boys," Charlie purred into the camera before breaking into chuckles. "I hope you are well and up to mischief when this little surprise finally arrives. I'm genuinely sorry it took so long, but I couldn't stop drooling over your pics. My trip across the US was fantastic and the photo shoots I had lined up went off like a bang. I met some amazing guys, but not one of them could compare to you hotties. Our night will always hold a special place in my heart. You are the best and I love you heaps.

"Bobby, Sweetie, you were so scared of me and our night together and look how much fun we had. My hands digging into your scrumptious muscles during the massage is one of my fondest memories as is our dancing at the club. You made this seasoned lady incredibly happy. As a keepsake so you will never forget me, you will find a CD with all the pictures from our shoot in the box plus a photobook that I customized for you. I hope you will love it. Be proud of yourself! You were so unsure when I started taking the pictures, but look at what you accomplished in the end. The shots turned out spectacular! You are such a special man and if I were thirty years younger I would steal you away in a heartbeat. Of course me being thirty years younger would mean that you'd have a hard time keeping up with me," Charlotte laughed heartily.

"Tank, your pictures are also burned on a CD and I took the freedom to compile a photobook for Lula with the sexiest and steamiest shots we took. I'm sure she will pass out when she sees them. And be prepared because once she comes to, she will need you, ALL of you, so keep yourself hydrated. You have my deepest respect, Tank. I know I made you uncomfortable, yet you stepped out of your comfort zone and created something exceptionally personal for your woman. Love her, cherish her, honor her, and when the time comes that you will marry her, give me a call and I'll take your wedding pictures.

"Lester," Charlotte looked straight into the video camera and chuckled. "Lester, Lester, Lester. You are such a bad boy. I would have loved to take you with me, to keep you around and pet you whenever I feel like it, but you have a job to do and, oh my, what would that have meant for the female population of New Jersey? Dancing with you left me flustered. You definitely know your way around a woman's body. And let's not forget that one dance when you, Bobby and Tank sandwiched me! Oh my! Just thinking about it I have to fan myself. I know what is hidden behind your carefree, fun-loving personality, but don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. You have a lot to offer, Les, never doubt that. You don't have to settle for the player life. Inside the box you will find your collection of pictures on a CD and just like Bobby and Tank your own photobook customized by me with love for you in my heart. The shots turned out amazing and I had a hard time not getting naughty thoughts while I photo shopped them. You are an amazing man, inside and out. Call me whenever you need the advice of an experienced woman. I bet I can make you blush and yes, that's a challenge."

Charlotte's rich laughter filled the room and then stopped as the TV screen went black and the logo of the DVD player started to bob up and down.

"Damn, that woman is fine," Tank whispered and then started to pull the contents out of the box on Lester's lap until he held his CD and a heavy 10" x 14" coffee-table book in his hands.

"Yes," Bobby agreed, his eyes wistful. "She is beautiful inside and out." Looking to his right at Lester who had raised his eyebrow, he said, "What? She is the kind of woman you want to bring home to your parents. Classy, warm-hearted, funny, educated with a witty charm. Who cares that she's not built like an hour-glass? That's not important and you know it."

"Dude," Les threw him a look that said 'seriously?' "Age difference?"

"That's not important either," Bobby scowled. Lester might be his best friend, but that man knew nothing about worthy women and the essence of love.

Next to them Tank leafed through Lula's book, a look of awe on his face. Of course he'd seen pictures of himself before, mostly with the guys, but those were snapshots. These were by a professional. They were…amazing, artistic, a league all by themselves. He'd never have guessed he looked so good, even hot. The book started with photographs of him fully clothed and then piece by piece he lost his garments. There were shots of him with pants on, but naked upper body, then just in boxer briefs, eventually completely naked, but never showing his private parts. The pictures were alluring, like a promise of things yet to come. Tank was mesmerized. The book had about fifty thick, high-quality pages and the closer he came to the end the more his hands started to tremble. Just thinking about what was about to come had his heart beating faster.

Charlie had had a great way of making him comfortable posing in front of the camera, flirting with her behind the lens. The more pictures she took, the more relaxed he became. Eventually, he decided to deploy all his courage and ask her the one question that was burning in his mind. Would she be willing to take pictures of him masturbating for Lula? He knew his lady would get a kick out of that. The small woman from Down Under didn't bat an eye and immediately launched into planning mode. They started out in the shower. Tank looked at the shot showing him in the huge, glass-encased shower, the water running down his body, his head thrown back in bliss, his erect manhood pointing proudly toward the ceiling. It was hot. A movement in his peripheral vision made Tank quickly close the book on his lap, but Lester was busy leafing through his own, not giving him the least bit attention.

Taking a deep breath, Tank opened his book again and reverently turned the page of the shower picture. The next photograph took over the whole spread. It showed him lying in the middle of a luxurious king size bed with ivory sheets, his upper body resting on a pile of pillows. He looked straight into the camera, his eyes burning with desire, one leg stretched out, the other slightly pulled up, one of his hands on its way down his massive erection. Shit. Tank could only imagine what this picture would do to Lula. She loved watching him pleasuring himself.

Cautiously turning the last page, his breath caught. Charlie had asked him after he had cum and cleaned himself up whether he wanted to see the pictures she'd taken, but he had suffered a bout of nerves and declined. Now, his eyes zeroed in on the last shot and his chest felt tight while his stomach seemed to house butterflies. He was still on the same bed, but it was obvious that he was no longer aware of the camera. His legs were both bent and had fallen apart, his head was thrown back in ecstasy, his lips parted, his pectorals and abs straining, and his right hand was squeezing his shaft as a string of semen squirted out of it. It was mesmerizing.

"What do you have there?" Lester asked next to him, leaning over to get a better view.

With a loud snapping noise, Tank quickly shut the book in his hands and glowered at his friend.

"Get your jollies off your own pictures. Mine are for Lula's eyes only."

Lester, never known for his discretion, excitedly started showing Tank his favorite shots of himself. In contrast to Tank and Bobby, he hadn't bothered with clothes at all and Charlie had managed to capture the essence of what made Lester the winsome man he was; cocky, fascinating and playful. He'd been the first to have his pictures taken and they had christened every room in the rented mansion, the master bedroom, the bathroom, kitchen, living room... The shot of him lying naked on the white fluffy rug by the fire, his full bottom lip captured playfully between his teeth while he flirted with the camera, was downright naughty.

Neither Tank nor Lester was paying any attention to Bobby who sat silently on the other end of the couch and viewed the photographs Charlie had made of him. She was right. They were stunning. He would never have guessed he looked so good and had such an expressive face. Lester was his best friend and he wouldn't want to miss his camaraderie for anything, but in many ways they were exact opposites. Where Les was carefree and outrageous in his self-esteem, Bobby was serious and struggled with doubts and feelings of inferiority. Lester wasn't interested in anything other than short-term physical satisfaction while Bobby longed for family and love, but wasn't brave enough to pursue his dreams.

Charlie had shown great empathy in luring Bobby's well-hidden playfulness out of him and capturing it in pictures. In contrast to Tank and Les, he didn't want her to take nude shots of him and much less in an aroused state. That was private in his mind and reserved for the woman he loved. Instead he and Charlie perused the mountains of clothes she had on site and he gave proof of how sexy a fully-clothed man could be. Bobby wasn't aware that his eyes could hold so much cockiness and mischief if he just dared to let them show.

He loved each and every single one of the photographs and he loved Charlie. Damn him, but he did. She had made him feel so great about himself, he wanted more of that, wanted more of her. She had told him that she was fully booked for a long time ahead, but maybe he could visit her? He hadn't taken leave in years after all, and spring was around the corner Down Under. No better time to win a woman's heart than in spring, right? Staring at the picture of him leaning against the counter of a top-notch kitchen, his white dress shirt untucked and unbuttoned, allowing a peak at his chiseled chest and abs over the low-riding jeans, Bobby thought how much fun he and Charlie could have with each other. And maybe, just maybe, he would let her photograph him again, this time with a little more skin showing.

The End


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