For A Time I Was The Favorite Model For The Photographer

I grew up in Argentina. My mother was an Argentine and when I was in that inbetween age we lived in an apartment block on the outskirts of Buenos Aires. I went to a private school that was four blocks away, and I was a latchkey kid after school. My mother worked as a secretary for a lawyer and my father was an expat with a shipping company. We lived a better than middle class lifestyle.

A man moved in across from us and he kept to himself. My father said he was an advertising photographer. My mother didn't like him and told me not to talk to him. But I did, when I got home from school he would sometimes have the door to his apartment open and when he heard me he would come to the door to see how I was. He invited me in for a snack and he would show me what he was working on. I remember but didn't notice at the time that he would put his hand on my shoulder and rub my back or neck, or touch my face. He told me I was pretty, boys aren't pretty but he said it to me. I was the prettiest boy he knew.

One afternoon when I was with him in his apartment he closed the door and he showed me this book of photographs. Lots of naked men and women. Lots of naked photographs of himself. He said a friend of his took those photographs. He asked me if I thought men or women were prettier, like in the photographs, naked. He took my finger and he touched his photograph, running my finger across his face and down his chest and then over his penis. He asked me if I liked that. He said if I wanted he would photograph me. When I was standing the way he wanted he sat on a chair and sucked my penis until it was getting hard, he wanted to photograph me like that.

Many photographs, over many days, he kept them in a large envelope. He gave me the envelope when he moved, and he included many pictures of himself too. That day he kissed me on the lips and told me I was the prettiest boy he knew.

From time to time, when I'm alone I take the envelope out and look at those photographs of a long time ago. In a way none of them are erotic, and in another way they are all erotic. When I touch his penis in his photographs it almost always makes me want to get an erection. They are the source of many hours of masturbation.