He set the camera up on his dresser, and turned up every light he had in the room, and posed again. The uniforms had to require short pants, the shorter the better. Now dressed in his shirt, jock, shoes and socks, he grabbed his leaking dick through the sweaty cotton pouch and squeezed, a moan escaped his lips, and he desperately tried to ward off what he new was coming. That’s when he rummaged around in his drawers for his old uniform, and pulled the ill fitting shorts on. He threw a robe on (his grandma did insist he have a bathrobe), and went to retrieve the CF card from the camera. He also did several local school’s portraits, and his studio was a well known and established business in the area. He looked at the clock, saw it was almost midnight, so he threw the robe to the floor, crawled into bed, and thought about what it would be like to be photographed in a studio, in front of strangers, and being told what to do.
