q life: with GABRIEL TABASCO
Gabriel Tabasco: The Greek Ambassador’s Son
Chapter 17: Riding Red Hood - Part Two
With my hole freshly waxed, make up on and my hair in a bouffant, (thanks to Sandy,
the make up artist) I was ready for the photoshoot. The images would be used for the
promotional material of the film and social media.
‘It’s important to get the photos of you before the shoot, before you’ve been fucked and well used,’
joked Scott, chuckling to himself. ‘We don’t want to show a destroyed hole now in our promotional
material, do we?’
‘We do if we want a before and after,’ added the camera man, and they both laughed.
‘Actually, that’s not a bad idea. The Wolf has a big dick, so let’s see what Gabriel’s hole would look like
before and after his pounding,’ said Scott. ‘Make sure you get some close ups of his hole before and
after the shoot,’ Scott ordered Mark, the photographer. Mark nodded in agreement.
‘First get into the poses yourself and then we can bring in the Wolf and you can pose together. Of
course we will also take photos of you both fucking as well during the shoot, but first let’s go for the
solo shots,’ explained Scott.
I was led to an area of the garden where the majority of the filming would be. The first scene for
shooting was a paved path leading to the three. The second scene was a lush, tropical area, (as if a
wolf would be found in the tropics). And the third was a lush area by a pool, where I was expected
to get pounded by and in the pool. All three areas needed to have photos taken before we were to
begin filming.
‘Put these on honey,’ said Sandy, the make-up artist bringing me my costume. I undressed and I put
on the red jock straps that showed off my freshly waxed bottom, the red trainers and the red cape. I
was also given a basket of apples to hold.
‘And don’t forget to drop them dramatically when you see the wolf,’ said Scott as he handed them to
me. ‘Ok but first photos!’
Mark the photographer was ready and instructed me to pose by the path.
‘First with your back and ass to me, so we can see it below the cape, then walking down the path and
then with your erection,’ Mark explained.
With only my red trainers on, and a cape covered my back, and my back towards the camera and
exposing my ass, I turned and posed.
‘And again. And tilt your head a little. Lift your ass a bit…’ said Mark, and so on. ‘Now stand towards me
and show me your erection,’ he asked. ‘Oh. I see you’re not hard yet. Can you help yourself or do you
need a fluffer or…’
‘I can help if you want,’ said Sandy, the make-up lady.
‘Help how?’ Mark said, confused. ‘I mean he’s a gay bottom guy and you’re a lady so how…’
‘I love the gays,’ said Sandy.
It all happened so quickly I wasn’t sure what was happening. But Sandy, the robust 50-year old,
peroxide blonde, with long red nails came bounding up to me, patted me on the bottom, and took
my soft penis in her hands.
‘Cute, isn’t it?’ she said as she rubbed it. ‘Look. It’s growing.’ It seemed like within moments I had an
erection. ‘Love it,’ she said. ‘How big is it?’‘