“Stop holding back.” Henry couldn’t see the owner of the deep voice, but it’s effect was no less potent.
He turned, blinking as hot, bright lights struck him. He kept his head down, abysmally embarrassed when his aching hard-on rose in response.
Oh, God, not now! Sure the photographer and everyone else on the set thought him a perv by now, he didn’t dare look up.
“You, there. Henry, is it?” The cause of his excitement spoke again and he could barely speak.
Suddenly, two large, bare feet, muscular legs, and an erection even more impressive than his own stood facing him.
“Yes, Henry. The colors are much more beautiful when you allow your emotions to rise to the surface. Here, let me show you.”
The voice grabbed Henry and pressed his lips to his in a crushing kiss.
If the colors Henry saw were any indication, the pictures were going to be award winners.