Chapter 3 - The Right Place At The Right Time

Andrzej did not see Dominik Śliwiński's face. It was obscured by the broad silhouette of Marczak. He only saw Śliwiński's hands clenching tightly on his manager's back. It seems that his previous resistance was only an appearance and the actor begins to embrace the man who kisses him with his whole body. His movements became more and more greedy and finally Nowicki had no doubts that this was not the first time between the two. Dominik Śliwiński was without a doubt gay, and he was involved in an affair with his manager.

Andrzej will get a fortune for such photos!

Although the mere fact of observing two men kissing was not pleasant at all, the prospect of the enormous money that Andrzej would get for such scandalous photos was exciting. His heart was beating fast, faster and faster as the situation in the next house developed.

'More', the photographer thought. 'Show me more!'

His desire began to come true. The men broke the kiss. Marczak said something to Śliwiński and he slipped off the couch, kneeling in front of the manager who sat comfortably and in an inviting position. Dominik's hands shifted reaching to the leather belt of Marczak's trousers.

In this respect, Andrzej did not see any details, but he had no doubts that the young actor was starting an intimate caress. His head moved in a rhythm that stimulated photographer's imagination. If Nowicki had had any doubts about Śliwiński's orientation a moment earlier, he would have lost them now.

Andrzej felt his throat dry. There was something very attractive about voyeurism. He has never seen a couple making love live, much less two men in such situation. First, he will sell a photo of their kiss to the magazine, and then he will be able to dictate the price for each new compromising photo.

And there will no doubt be some of these. Marczak melted his fingers into the light brown, long hair of the actor asking for a pace that suited him better. There was pleasure on his face.

The men, immersed in caress, changed their position and Marczak bared Dominik's torso. Despite his slight build, his arms had tough muscle knots on them. Even Phidias and Michelangelo could not have dreamed of a more beautiful model, although his small build would also inspire Donatello. A natural work of art.

Dominik's athletic body, perfect in proportions, arched. His handsome face was on fire, making it impossible to take your eyes off her. Andrzej felt his mouth dry and his pants throbbing. Even though the whole scene was seriously indecent, there was something incredibly appealing about it. Something pleasantly erotic.

Slowly, having all the time of the universe to themselves, the men pushed their caresses further on, until absolute satisfaction filled their bodies and reflected on their faces.

Nowicki swallowed hard, feeling a strange anxiety in his body.

Physical pleasure between two men was possible. Andrzej had lived in this world for too long (although he was not yet thirty) to doubt it, but the thought that one guy may another ... What he saw in front of his eyes, although it completely surprised him at first, was fascinating in its own way. There was a passion between the two that made the scene more romantic. It was not only physical closeness to satisfy physical urges, but also a certain emotional closeness and tenderness that indicated something more, something in their hearts.

Andrzej tried not to think about what was happening in front of his eyes. He was a photographer on the job and the only thing he should care about right now is taking pictures well. He took a deep breath and continued taking pictures, trying at all costs to ignore what was happening to his own body.

Marczak clearly enjoyed his lover. Śliwiński's arms wrapped around his back and his head tilted back, indicating that the pleasure was mutual.

Nowicki found himself stopping breathing for a moment.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be in the right place at the right time to take a series of hot shots so hot.

The photos he took today were exactly what Andrzej needed. Such a sensation will increase the sales of any gossip magazine, and this is what the editor-in-chief expected of him. While observing Śliwiński, the photographer had no idea that he would be able to obtain such compromising and valuable materials. It took five days of boring voyeurism to find a golden duck. Not bad, really good, he praised himself even though he knew it was actually a fluke. He just was in the right place and time to use it.

Having exactly what he was supposed to get, Andrzej packed his things and left this fragrant building house. Living here was not the worst, but there is nothing like your own cozy corner in Praga district. So he packed himself in the car and left the place without looking back. He was pleased, even very much, with a pass to tens of thousands of PLN in his bag and a better life. He just couldn't help smiling at the thought of getting away from his hated job.

His modest studio apartment in the Praga district welcomed him with familiar warmth. Home sweet home, he thought, throwing his bag by the door. The air was a bit stale, after all, he had been gone for a few days, so despite the fact that it was still hot outside, he opened the window. Immediately afterwards, he unpacked his laptop, plugged in the camera and began to download the photos taken during his observation.

Most of it was rubbish with insufficient disk space, it will be dealt with later, the real pearls were only at the end. Andrzej felt a growing excitement waiting for them to appear on the laptop.

He took pictures all the time without bothering to focus. There was no time for that. He knew some of them would be unusable, but he made so many of them that even one percent would be enough. Nevertheless, he had no idea whether this percentage would be a real bonanza or just a nugget. Therefore, waiting for the photos to be downloaded to the hard drive was taking longer than ever.

At last, he thought as the system informed him that he was done. He quickly found the photos he wanted and began to look at them.