Working as a fashion photographer has serious perks. Cute twinks are blowing up my phone daily, begging for gigs. Most of them already know the deal, and the ones who don't figure it out quick. Cannikin has been in the industry a while, but this is our first time working together. The moment he walks in, I can see it in his eyes—he's hoping I'll be one of the professional ones. Sorry, kid. It's never written into the contract, but every twink model knows the unspoken rule: if you want the job, the photographer gets to sample the goods. My little twist? I always tell them I have to film the shoot for my boss. Truth is, there is no boss.
I've got a legit contract to shoot an underwear campaign, so I have Cannikin start trying pieces on. One look at him in those tight briefs and I know I want him—for the shoot, sure, but mostly I want to be balls deep in his tight little hole as soon as possible. When my hands start wandering, he reads the room and plays along like a good boy. And damn, this twink can suck cock. Not all of these pretty boys have the skills, especially the gay-for-pay types just chasing a paycheck. Cannikin? He's a total cock lover, no question. But I'm an ass man through and through, and I need that hole now. I bend him over my desk, spit a few times on his pucker to slick him up, and slide right in. Before long I'm pounding that twink boy pussy balls deep, catching every second on my phone. Watching my load drip out of his freshly fucked hole, I tell him he booked the job. What I don't tell him is that this footage is going straight to my OnlyFans.