My wife Denise and I have lived in the Dallas suburbs for the past fifteen years, since graduating from college and moving here for jobs. We met at UT in Austin in our junior year and got married during the summer before our senior year. Our marriage at such a young age was the result of Denise getting pregnant soon after we started dating, and our daughter Danielle was born in the fall after our wedding.
Our friends and family call her Dani for short, and she is now sixteen years old and a junior in high school. We tried to have more kids, but it seemed that Denise was not able to conceive again after Dani’s birth. Dani is a beautiful girl, and the spitting image of Denise.
Denise and I were thirty-seven years old at the time of this story, and we stayed in great shape by working out regularly at a health club only about ten minutes from our home. With our busy schedules we don’t always work out together, but we try to as much as possible. I was at the club alone one evening after work and was getting ready to do my normal reps in the weight room.
I had just laid back on the bench to do some presses when a black guy came into the room and asked, “Hey, would you like me to spot you on the bench? It would be a lot safer if we worked out together. I usually exercise with my friend, Jeremy, but he couldn’t make it tonight. By the way, my name is Marcus, and I have seen you and your pretty wife in the club many times.”
I also recognized Marcus from previous visits to the club over the past year. He is a handsome guy who looks to be about thirty-two years old, about six feet three inches tall and probably weighs two hundred and ten pounds. His friend, Jeremy is also black and about the same size. I could tell from the way his tight t-shirt and spandex workout shorts fit him that he works out a lot and is very muscular.
So I replied, “Hi, Marcus, my name is Ed, and it’s nice to finally meet you after seeing you here so often. It would be a lot safer to spot one another, especially on the bench, so I’d like to workout with you.”
Marcus came over to spot me and I began my workout. When I looked back I saw that his crotch was only inches from my face and I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulges in his tight shorts. I saw his thick, soft cock running down one leg, and his big balls hanging down the other side. I had never paid any attention to other men’s genitals before, but those impressive bulges really got my attention. As we continued our workout, it seemed like his bulges were always in my view. And if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was displaying himself to me on purpose.
After we finished lifting I headed to the sauna to enjoy the wet heat and let it relax my muscles. I had no sooner sat on the bench on the first level when Marcus came in and sat on the level behind and above me and a little to the left of where I was sitting. We were both totally nude and sitting on towels and idly chatted about our workout, the weather, and other mundane things.
When I turned around to talk to him, I noticed that he had his legs spread wide open and turned slightly towards me. And there were his big cock and balls hanging down on his towel only two feet from me and at face level.
His soft meat must have been at least seven inches long and a little bigger around than a toilet paper tube, or about six inches. I couldn’t help staring at him although I tried to hide it. I also had to wonder how big his cock is when it's hard. His balls looked to be the size of small plums, and they hung down in his dark, hairy scrotum as far as his cock was hanging. Exposing himself so blantantly could have been innocent, but I still had to wonder if he was somehow trying to entice me to do something.
Then we went to the open showers, and he stood at the shower head right next to mine. He bent over in front of me to wash his legs, and I saw his cock and balls hanging down between his legs from behind, and a very long and thick perineum above his balls. I probably stared at him too much because at one point I came out of my daze and saw him looking back at me with a smile on his face as I watched him. However, nothing was said, and Marcus left the shower first and I followed a few minutes later.
I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed back to my locker. But as I turned onto my row, I noticed an open locker and there was what looked like a full-sized calendar sitting on the bench. I glanced at it as I walked by and noticed on the top half a very tasteful black and white photo of a large black man with a petite, blonde white woman. They were clothed in skimpy bathing suits and posed in a mildly seductive way. I really wasn’t thinking when I reached down and turned a few of the pages and saw several more similar pictures.
But then I was startled when I heard someone say, “Well, Ed, do you like what you see?”
I looked up and saw Marcus standing there, still nude with his toiletries in his hand. He had just come back from the sink area and caught me looking at his pictures. I replied, “Sorry, Marcus, I didn’t mean to snoop at your stuff like that. It’s just that the calendar and those pictures caught my eye when I walked by. Sorry for invading your privacy, man.”
Marcus laughed and said, “Hey, no problem, Ed. The truth is that I wanted to see if you have any interest in those pictures. And since you do, I’d like to talk with you about something. You see, my friend, Jeremy, and I, and another friend named Kendall have started a small photography business named ‘The Black-On-White Photo Studio’. We just involved in the business in the evenings and on weekends and are just barely covering our costs on the photos right now. But we are also starting to produce videos.”
I said, “First of all, thanks for being understanding about my snooping. But what does your venture have to do with me?”
Marcus continued, “The name of our business is meant to convey several meanings. We do some color photos, but our specialty is black and white because we can create some very artistic effects in that medium, as you saw on that calendar. But we also specialize in doing photos of petite white women with large black men. There seems to be a good market for those types of photos these days."
"We're looking for the contrasts in both size and color. So, we're always on the lookout for white couples who want to model for us. We want the wife to be petite, in shape, pretty, and naturally blonde. You and Denise look to be in your mid-to-late-thirties, the perfect age for our customers’ tastes.”
It was obvious why Marcus wanted Denise to model for them. She is five feet three inches tall and weighs one hundred and ten pounds. Her hair is also naturally blonde, and her eyes are sparkling blue. Even better, her D-cup breasts look huge on her small frame. Her ass is a perfect heart shape, and the package is enhanced even more by her flawless, smooth white skin.
My only question was why I should be involved, and I asked, “Why do you want the husband involved if the pictures are of the wife?”
Marcus replied, “We like the husbands to be involved to avoid any chance that we three black men will be accused of trying to take advantage of pretty white women. We also like the husband to be handsome and in decent shape, so we can include him in some of the photos. Part of our method is also looking for the contrast of the husband being smaller than the black models. Jeremy and I took an interest in you and your wife when we saw you at the club.”
I laughed and said, “That’s pretty funny thinking that Denise and I would be models for you guys.”
Marcus took a more serious tone and said, “You must be kidding. If you don’t mind me saying so, Denise is a beautiful woman with a great body and her hair looks like it's naturally blonde. And you are a nice looking, in-shape, average-sized guy. You’d make the perfect couple for our photo shoots.”
I wasn’t totally fooled by his flattery, but it still made me feel good hearing nice things about Denise and myself. I kept thinking about Marcus’ comments about wanting the white couples to be small in comparison to the black men. Something in the back of my mind was telling me there was more to his story.
But before I could formulate my next question, Marcus spoke up and said, “I want to be perfectly honest with you about something. Most of the white couples we photograph just want to do the G-rated pictures like you saw in the calendar. But we also do some provocative poses if the couple agrees to it. So, the black-on-white label actually has a triple meaning and has sexual connotations as well.”
I was getting very curious and said, “Go ahead and tell me more, Marcus.”
He continued, “There are many stories and pictures on the internet portraying some white men and women being sexually attracted to big, black men. And while it may not be a universally true stereotype, we've met many white couples who feel that way. We are trying to make our business a financial success, and we get paid much more for photos of those sexually suggestive situations. Please don’t get angry with me for saying this, but you would be perfect in those types of photos."
You're a nice looking normal guy, who I noticed in the shower also happens to have an average-sized dick. I saw you staring at my big cock while we were lifting, and then in the sauna and shower. You must see the contrast in our cock sizes, and you haven’t even seen mine hard yet. The interest I saw in your face when you were looking at my cock and balls would come through as you being very attracted to my cock in the photographs and would sell.”
I was getting irritated being characterized that way by Marcus and said, “Look, Marcus, I consider myself to be a normal, macho guy who just loves pussy, and I really didn’t mean to stare at your cock. It’s just that I’ve never seen one that big close up, and it was somehow interesting to me. That doesn’t mean that I would want to be submissive to black men. And besides, it seemed to me that you were purposely showing me your cock.”
Marcus responded, “I believe you when you say you feel like a normal macho guy, but trust me, I’ve seen that look before. You might have more interest in black men than you know or are willing to admit. But I will admit that I was baiting you by purposely showing you my cock. That was just my way of seeing if you would have any interest in doing the more-provocative photo shoots. Why don’t you think about it and also ask Denise if she has any interest?”
I was still irritated by what Marcus was saying, yet at the same time I was strangely attracted to his masculinity. In the back of my mind I wanted to know what his hard cock looks like. I decided to show interest for the time being, at least until I could determine how Denise felt about being a model for them. I thought there was little chance that she would agree to model for Marcus and his friends at that stage in our lives. But since she modeled for some of the art classes in college, it was at least worth asking. I also wasn’t sure how she would feel about the whole black-on-white dynamic.
One other aspect of that was interesting. One of Denise’s friends from college told me confidentially one time, when we were all drunk at a party, that Denise had a serious relationship with a black guy in college before I met her. I really didn’t believe her, and Denise had never mentioned that to me. I never mentioned it to her because I make it a point not to pry into her past unless she willingly shares it. It never seemed like a big deal to me anyway.
I thought it might be very revealing to see how she felt about doing a photo shoot with three big black guys. So, I glanced down and took one more look at Marcus’ soft cock and balls and said, “Okay, Marcus, I’ll talk to Denise about this, but can’t make any promises. And even if she did agree to the G-rated photos, I seriously doubt that she would go any farther. And she definitely wouldn’t be involved in any sexual situations. But for now, I’ll only tell her about the G-rated photos anyway.”
Marcus smiled and said, “Oh that’s great, Ed, and I couldn’t have hoped for more from this first discussion. Here’s my card. If you and Denise decide to meet with us, our studio is on Kendall’s property at the edge of town, about twenty minutes from here in normal traffic. He has ten acres of land with a nice home and an old barn that has been completely refurbished on the inside to accommodate three studios and some guest rooms. The high ceilings are perfect for studio lighting.”
Denise and I got good jobs right out of college and were doing very well financially, at least until the past year. Denise works in sales, and commissions were a big part of her income. The poor economy had hit her company very hard, and her income was only half what it had been in the previous years. And all that came at a time when we were trying to save for Dani’s college expenses.
So, I asked, “Do you compensate the models for their time?”
Marcus replied, “Yes, we do compensate the models, but only for the more-provocative photos that sell for more money. Just give me a call if you’re interested and we can arrange to meet you guys at the studio.”
When I got home that night I told Denise about most of my discussion with Marcus. I just left out the part about some couples doing provocative photos. There was no need to bring that up then and take a chance of her turning the whole thing down. I was still curious enough to at least want to check it out, so I really played up the flattery about how beautiful Marcus thought she is.
When I was finished she asked, “So how old are those men anyway? And did they say anything about paying us for this. As you well know, my commissions at work have really suffered in this bad economy, and it would help a lot if we could make something for our efforts. But it's very flattering that they are actually trying to recruit us for our good looks.”
I tried to answer her question as honestly as possible, while still being vague about the more-provocative photos and replied, “Marcus and Jeremy look to be about thirty-two years old, and I’m assuming that Kendall is too. As far as money is concerned, they probably won’t pay anything for the normal calendar photos. But there could be a chance to make some money if we model for some other photos that sell for more money.”
She replied, “Well, when I was modeling for the art classes in college, I got paid a little bit for the normal sessions. But we can check it out and make our decision after I meet them. It might be fun to do some modeling again anyway. Any extra money we can make will help us build up Dani’s college fund.”
Then I said, “Okay, I’ll give Marcus a call and see when they want us to stop by.”
I was surprised that Denise agreed so easily to visit Marcus and his friends at the studio. She didn’t even ask about what kind of photos would sell for more money. The flattery and the chance to model again sure seemed to get her attention. I called Marcus and let him know that we wanted to visit the studio at his next convenience. He was obviously pleased and invited us to come out to the studio the following evening.
We showed up at the studio at 7:30 pm the next night, and Marcus, Jeremy and Kendall greeted us warmly. Denise was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a tube top, and she really looked hot. They offered us some mixed drinks, which we accepted, and then began a tour of their studios. Their facility is very nicely, yet simply appointed. The two studios used for black and white photo shoots have a variety of benches, couches, chairs, and padded platforms, some of which I recognized from the calendar that I saw at the gym.
They only briefly opened the door to the third studio, which they said is used for making videos. Denise wasn’t paying that much attention when Marcus quickly opened and then closed that door. But I saw that the room is divided into two sections. It's arranged to look like a hotel room with a bed on one side, and a typical home bedroom on the other. That seemed a little suspicious to me, but I decided not to ask Marcus about it or mention it to Denise.
Those three men paid a lot of attention to Denise on our tour and took every opportunity to compliment her on her looks. I could tell that they were having the desired effect, because Denise was openly flirting with them. By the end of the tour, they were like old friends. We then sat around a small table in one of the studios while Marcus showed us some of their calendars and other examples of their work. Denise took great interest in the artistic beauty of their work and complimented them on their mastery of the black and white format, and the contrast of the models’ size and color. But then she had a question for them.