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ReplyDeleteAbsolutely!
DeleteMore than just jock beach bros !
ReplyDeletePerhaps the photographer had them get nekkid, and have more intimate fun after the shoot.
With my athletic body, blond hair and green eyes, I was at times approached and complemented by photographers and was requested to pose for their cameras at the beaches I would frequent in Southern California.
In more secluded areas away from prying eyes, the swim suit came off, much to the delight of the photographer. They loved photographing me as if I was worshiping the sun or had me perform gymnastics on the sand full nude.
Another time I was in San Francisco and I posed full nude at the reflection pool and collonades of the Palace of Fine Arts. Had to get up at the crack of dawn on a day the museum was closed. I wore flip flops, a speedo and a robe, and then stripped nude at the photographer’s request.
All were artistic photos for the photographers private collections.
CA jock 🇺🇸
Several years ago, when I was studying in Paris, I lived in Neuilly in a small apartment on the second-to-top floor of a Haussmann building near the city hall. I often ran into my upstairs neighbor in the elevator, and we would always exchange a few words. He was a man in his early forties, short, slightly effeminate, and not particularly attractive. Very often, he was accompanied by one or two gorgeous twinks. It was obvious they weren’t escorts or anything like that. I've got to say I was a bit jealous, and I wondered what the hell was going on upstairs.
DeleteAn hour or two later, I would hear the guy(s) coming back down, usually taking the stairs. One day, while I was in the elevator with my neighbor, I finally asked him how on earth he managed to bring home such perfect-looking guys so regularly. He told me he was a photographer and that he made portfolios for young men trying to break into fashion or advertising. He had turned his apartment into a professional photography studio, and every day or so he got to watch one drop-dead gorgeous guy after another undress in front of his camera. I still have one of his autographed photos at home. He was a talented photographer. 😊