Studio fun with my partners best friends boyfriend..

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This is a true story that happened but the names and some minor details have been change to protect the identity myself and the other person involved with this story.

 

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I want to share a true story that happened to me, though I’ve changed some names and minor details to protect everyone involved.

A while back, I took a new job in a framing and printing shop in the mall, which included a small, very private photo studio. The studio was tucked away in a back hallway, with no windows and a single door you could lock from the inside. On weekends, I was often alone there, which gave the space an almost secretive feel.

At that time, my partner and I had been together for about 3 to 4 years and lived in a small one-bedroom apartment. During the festive season in December, my partner’s friend Jake and Jake’s boyfriend Andrew came to stay with us for two weeks. It was tight quarters—four adults sharing a bedroom, a living room, and one bathroom. Jake and my partner had known each other since high school, but Andrew was new to me.

Andrew was exactly my type: tall, lean but fit, with striking blue eyes and jet-black hair that he dyed. He favored tight clothing that left little to the imagination, and he was often without a shirt around the apartment. Over the course of the week, I found myself stealing glances at him when neither my partner nor Jake was watching. The cramped living situation meant my partner and I had very little privacy, and the constant presence of Andrew made intimacy impossible. I even noticed how often Andrew went to the bathroom, sometimes suspecting it was just an excuse to be near the bedroom.

One night, lying awake with a growing tension I couldn’t shake, I heard Andrew enter the room. Instead of heading to the bathroom, he brushed against the foot of my bed. My partner was out cold, knocked out by a sleeping pill, so I decided to play along and pretend to be asleep. I felt Andrew’s hand creep under the duvet, his touch delicate but electric, tracing over me. It sent a jolt straight through my body, making me tense and catch my breath. The sensation lasted several minutes before he quietly left. I lay there, burning with desire and surprise, too nervous to respond.

The next morning, still consumed by the memory, I went to work with an undeniable tension—a constant buzz of excitement that I couldn’t hide. I started thinking about how I might get Andrew and me alone again.

A few days later, I invited Andrew to the photo studio after closing hours. He was curious and had never been in a studio before. Jake was supportive of the idea but decided to leave so Andrew and I could have some privacy. My partner and Jake made plans elsewhere.

In the studio, we began with simple portraits. As the session progressed, Andrew grew more comfortable and asked to remove some of his clothing. He gradually stripped down to his underwear, and I couldn’t help but notice how his physique was accentuated, especially with the tight fit of his briefs. The atmosphere changed, growing charged with an unspoken tension.

When I turned away to adjust the lighting, I was startled to see Andrew standing naked in front of me when I looked back. He was holding himself confidently, requesting a few daring shots just for Jake. I was struck by the sheer size and presence of him, and despite my surprise, I felt an intense pull toward him.

He apologized shyly for being so bold, but I reassured him it was okay. He then asked if I would take some fully nude photos while he was fully aroused. Without hesitation, he let go of his modesty, and I found myself captivated, momentarily forgetting to take pictures as I focused on him.

He then asked if I wanted to “play” with him, sensing my hesitation due to our partners. He assured me it would stay between us, and eventually, I gave in. What followed was an intimate and intense connection, filled with unspoken desire and electric chemistry.

Suddenly, a knock on the studio door startled us—our partners had come back early. We scrambled to cover up and pretend nothing had happened, hearts pounding.

Later that evening, back at home, Andrew surprised me again. As my partner and Jake stepped out to get takeout, Andrew quietly came up behind me and began to pleasure me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I didn’t last long before reaching climax. Just as we finished, we heard the car pull up, so we quickly composed ourselves.

They stayed for a few more days, but nothing else happened after that. When they left, we lost all contact with Andrew.