Unsolicited

Chapter 1

Lux

The way the sun was glinting on the horizon was a picture-perfect moment. The ocean was calm, gently brushing the shore with teasing caresses. There were enough clouds in the sky, irregular and striping through the shadowing blue that the setting sun painted the landscape in a warm orange.

I crouched until my camera was three feet above the beach and facing the sun. It was blinding through the lens but as long as I was looking more closely at the water and the rocks in front of me, I could manage to get the images without burning my retinas.

Just before I clicked it, my phone pinged. I cringed as I clicked the picture, capturing the postcard image in the frame. Except that I was pretty sure the slight cringe fucked it up. So, I realigned and tried again.

This time my phone pinged after I snapped the image. And it continued to ping near continuously for the next forty seconds.

Gritting my teeth, I got to my feet and studiously ignored the stupid device. Fucking clients from Hell. That's what the Martins were turning out to be. Should have been a simple engagement shoot but the damn in-laws were a fucking nightmare. Absolute nightmare. We’re talking dystopian Hell and licking remnants off a dirty glass or you starve kind of nightmare.

Today was not their day and I was not going to cater to needy stupidity or handhold. Especially when the in-laws weren’t even my clients! No, thank you.

And yet, my phone continued to ping incessantly for the next hour before it finally died down and I was able to find the beauty of dusk through my lens in peace.

This was why I hated anything having to do with weddings. It was a fucking circus of crazy. I think in the last seven years, I’d had exactly two smooth, seamless wedding shoots. And they were the quintessential fairy tale princess wedding. Stunning. Expensive. And incredibly over the top.

I supposed when it came to money, if you had a lot of it, you were free to pay someone to take care of the irritating people for you. That’s exactly what one of the families did. She hired decoys of a whole handful of vendors simply to be the ones to listen to the crazy in-laws as if their opinions mattered while the bride and groom were free to do what they needed to (and wanted) with the actual vendors.

Seriously, that’s the way to go. I suggest it to anyone I think can afford it when I run into situations like this. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case with the Martins. The bride apologizes profusely every time we speak. Generally, I just set her mother on speakerphone and go about my business. She rarely requires interaction anyway.

I took a few shots of the night coming on, but the sky was no longer conducive to the types of shots I was seeking for this project.

My watch said it was past six. That meant, for me, it was too late for a full meal, so I headed for the café on the corner where I was a frequent customer. It wasn’t overly crowded. It was still considered dinnertime and although I didn’t eat much past five, it looked like the dinner crowd had moved on to full-menu restaurants.

I ordered my regular sun-brewed tea over ice with a shot of cherry and a pastry. The teas were stupid expensive, but they were large and delicious. Since I ordered it without caffeine, I didn’t feel a whole lot of guilt about ordering one right now.

With order in hand, I headed for the corner booth. I slid in and set my camera on the table. After a long sip of tea, in which I was nearly sighing as if I’d just had a superb massage, I leaned back and sighed. I closed my eyes to let the world fall away around me for a minute.

After a few cleansing breaths, I opened my eyes and focused on my pastry while I pulled out my phone. Might as well see what all the fuss was.

To my surprise, I didn’t find the notification I was anticipating. It wasn’t from the Martins but from a group of numbers not programmed in my phone. Why do I open it? Because it’s definitely not uncommon in my line of work for customers to just start up a group conversation when they’re inquiring about your services.

Maybe I should have hired a personal assistant by now. I could afford it. I could afford three. But I liked taking the time to make all my encounters personal.

So, I opened the text.

[8446] Hey, girly. It’s the guys from Club Mango. Are you ready for the goods?

[2654] I hope you’re well prepared for this. All that teasing and promises you made.

[9317] Here they come, beautiful.

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[9317] Have a favorite doll?

[8446] I’m guessing you like them big from the way you talk. I’ll be happy to stretch you out.

I stopped scrolling after this as I started choking on my tea until my face turned an awful shade of red. I knew it did without a reflection since I could feel the singe of the heat in my cheeks, on my ears, and down my neck.

I’d just received a whole slew of dick pics. And for the first time ever, they weren’t awful. Their execution was amateur, but as a photographer, of course that’s what I would notice first. As much as I’d like to say I turned off the phone after blocking all five numbers, I didn’t.

I set it down first as I tried not to die from choking on my tongue. When I’d regained my composure, and also succeeded in commanding the attention of the entire café, I waved them off, telling them I was fine and tried to look demurely at my phone.

But my cheeks remained pink as I continued to study the dicks. Because let’s be honest here. If they’re worth looking at, a girl is gonna look. It’s not often that you get unsolicited dick pics from five different people and they’re all noteworthy. No, seriously, they are.

9317 was particularly proud of his cock, having sent four pictures. Hard in all four images, he provided me with different angles, always with his hard-on next to something that I could discern size from. A soda can for thickness. Check. A bottle of water – the 32 oz. size. Check. I also got a good image of the head with and without it being covered in foreskin next to a golf ball. Double check.

8446 was impressive in that he was covered in all sorts of fun markings on his cock. The size was fun and all – not any less impressive than 9317 – but the marks had me seriously looking at both images he provided.

I received three from 2654 and he had three piercings, each image showing off a different one. One was through the foreskin which I shuddered at, imagining that it probably hurt like fuck to, well, fuck. But then, what did I know? I didn’t have a dick. I was also insanely fascinated by the piercings, so I stared for a long fucking time.

Maybe 7799 was shy because I only received one. But that one left me with a whole lot of questions. He was lying in what I assumed was a bed covered in sterile white sheets. He was angled in such a way that the sheet was lying across a leg and his stomach with his dick hard and resting across the sheet. It looked like another fucking limb! Seriously, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever seen a cock so big. Even his sack, which was also well on display, was enormous. I scrolled on just because it was a bit intimidating.

The fifth number, 0315, also only sent one image. And as much as cocks are not pretty, it was pretty. Like a combination of the other four. Beautifully sized and proportioned. There was a light spattering of ink markings and a single piercing. I might have stared at this one for a while because it was just… perfect.

I skimmed the rest of their banter, mostly between 9317 and 8446 with a few random comments from 2654. The other two numbers didn’t offer any comments. A single pic and no voice. Curious for sure.

They didn’t end on anything passive-aggressive. No subtle snub off to my not answering. But it was clear that these had been for someone specific. And I seriously questioned why whoever gave these men their number had given them the wrong number. These weren’t cocks to run away from.

Unless you were scared of dicks on the larger size.

With a sigh, I answered back.

[Me] I’m sorry but I am pretty sure you have the wrong number. I haven’t been to that club in three years. There are better ones around.

I closed my phone, thinking that would be the end of it. I took a sip of my tea and broke off a small bit of my pastry to pop in my mouth.

And then my phone pinged four times.

[9317] Oh, shit. I’m so, so sorry!

[7799] Please ignore us.

[0315] And forgive us for the intrusion. That’s horrible. Apo is a damn tool!

[9317] I am a tool. I’m so fucking sorry!

I smirked, shaking my head. It was almost… adorable. And one of the silent numbers had spoken, too!

I should have let it go. I should have deleted the thread.

Instead, I typed back.

[Me] No worries. I’ve had worse surprises on my phone.

[9317] I’m choosing to take that as a high compliment since we just bombarded you with unwelcome dick pics.

[Me] I definitely didn’t ask for them but they’re certainly nice to look at.

What was wrong with me?! Was I seriously hitting on random guys who sent me dick pics? Obviously, it had been a while since my last fling. Maybe I should be going to the club they’d mentioned in the banter I’d skimmed over.

[9317] Well, if that’s the case. Care to answer the question?

[Me] Please don’t ask me to rate. I hate that question.

There were a handful of laughing emojis following and I found myself grinning as I took a sip of my tea.

[9317] Nah. Which is your favorite?

Ah. I scrolled back through them and settled on the one I stared at the longest because it was pretty. Not the size of my freakin’ arm.

[Me] Whoever’s number ends in 0315. That’s the prettiest peen I’ve ever seen! Perfection in length, girth, and accessories!

[9317] Fuck!

[8446] Dammit, Sham.

[0315] Thank you, lovely lady.

[Me] You’re welcome.

[9317] I think you need to relook. Maybe with a couple different angles.

[2654] You sent her every damn angle, Apo!

[Me] If I can give you some pointers? I’m a professional photographer. It’s my job to tell you which angles are best.

[9317] Bring it!

I spent the next hour as I walked home with my camera slung across my body telling them where they should cast light and that they should be using natural light if they could. Not dead ass sun where they become washed out and almost reflective but soft natural light. I gave them pointers on angles, yes, but also gave them a checklist of which shots I’d base my judgment off if they wanted to send more. And one of the requirements was slack.

[Me] A truly perfect dick has to look good soft, too.

[8446] How did we manage to find an expert on perfect dicks and how to show them off?

[2654] By accident, no less.

[9317] We’re on it. Reconvene tomorrow at noon!

I pocketed my phone just as I stepped into the foyer of my condo complex. It was quiet on a Thursday evening. There was an older woman from the third floor at the bank of mailboxes. I skipped getting my mail because she’d talk for an hour if I even made eye contact.

After a quick shower to get the fresh outdoors off me, I slid into some bed shorts and a tank to curl up in front of the television. But I found myself staring at my phone instead.

Staring at the pictures that I shouldn’t have gotten. That hadn’t been meant for me. And the conversation that followed. I must have read it over several times.

Yep, I should go to the club tomorrow night. Or a bar. Maybe it was time for a hookup. Obviously, it had been far too long if I was this hyper focused on a text conversation filled with dick talk with strangers.

Friday was a purposeful admin day but as I sat at my computer responding to emails and sending invoices, I realized I was looking at the clock every ten minutes. Hell, I didn’t even know what time zone they were in! Was I six hours ahead of them?

I felt a sudden disappointment at the idea. As if I’d been prepared to go judge these dicks in person. Six-hour time difference meant they were a long way away.

“Yep, going to the club tonight,” I muttered. Clearly, I was desperate for some in-person dick.

I did my best to ignore these thoughts for the rest of the morning. I’d even gone so far as to stuff my phone in the night table drawer in my room and then shut the bedroom door just so I couldn’t hear the phone. Headphones on, I played a quiet instrumental while I continued to sort through emails. Getting rid of the shit mail first left me with a little over a dozen to deal with. Half a dozen invoices. Three project outline proposals. And three sneak peek edits for clients.

Only when I completed my list for the day did I glance at the clock again. Okay, that was a lie. I’d been pretending to ignore the clock all day. But it was past one now. I felt slightly less pathetic since I wasn’t glued to my phone.

Some of that pathetic feeling returned when I ran into the doorframe leaving the office to get to my room.

Whatever. I can admit when I’ve neglected my needs. Besides, this was just a bit of fun.

The first text time stamped at exactly twelve noon. I ignored that to pretend that maybe they figured out what time zone I was in. They were being courteous about my time.

Right?!

Right!

[9317] Okay, we’re ready! Are you prepared to be blown away and/or ready to get super wet??

[2654] I admire your confidence, Apo. You’re going to lose but it’s impressive, nonetheless.

[9317] Fuck, yea it’s impressive!

There was a pause in messages for another twenty minutes. And then an inquiry as to if I was there.

[7799] Maybe she realized we’re not good for her and blocked us.

The last message came through five minutes ago.

[9317] It’s cool if you’ve changed your mind. We were highly inappropriate to begin with.

[Me] Hi. Sorry, had some work to get through.

[9317] Finally!

[8446] Apo was afraid you’d backed out. He loves showing off his cock.

[9317] Just as much as you do, bitch.

I grinned and sent them the go-ahead.

[Me] Let the cock submissions begin!

I wasn’t surprised that the man named Apo with a phone number ending in 9317 went first. A total of five images, two soft and three hard. No props and no shadows. The execution was impressive. Not quite as impressive as the dick he was showing me, but it was well done.

If I were critiquing, he missed an opportunity to showcase his sac correctly in one of the shots. The addition would have made me drool. As it were, it was a tease when I could only see a hint of his balls.

I wasn’t sure who 7799 was, none of them having mentioned his name but his five shots were next and yep, I stared for a solid five minutes at the first one alone. It couldn’t be real. It was just too big! In his flaccid image, it was almost to his damn knees. And I’m only slightly exaggerating.

The next was 2654 and his photography had probably improved the most so far. His three piercings were fascinating and captured remarkably well. The natural light made them glint just right. Of the three, he’d managed to get a perfect shot with his cock standing along his stomach, covering his navel, and getting a full view of his tight ball sac.

Not gonna lie, so far 2654 was in the lead. My legs clenched looking at him.

And then the pretty one. The absolutely perfect cock of the previous winner, Sham, at phone number ending in 0315. And I was almost sorry that his dick alone was the best. Large in all sense but not overly so. Perfectly shaped. The decorative marks displayed beautifully in the sun and the piercing glinting like he was winking. And Jesus, if I saw that thing behind sweatpants bouncing around, I’d probably get pregnant just looking at it.

Lastly was 8446 with his overly decorated cock. It wasn’t overdone but it was hard to see the shape clearly with all the markings. However, the colors were very vibrant now that he was posing in natural light. There was a single line that looked like it looped from behind his balls down the back of his cock and ended with a blast around the slit in his head. I was drawn to stare at it for a long time.

I went back and forth between the pics for several minutes as I stood nearly vibrating next to my bed. I hadn’t even moved from where I stood as I took the phone from my nightstand. I was too anxious to see them again.

Too horny to even sit and feel how wet I’d gotten.

When I finally scrolled to the end, there were several messages waiting for me.

[9317] I hope your silence means you’re enjoying them.

[7799] If nothing else, I think the execution of the images improved a whole lot.

[8446] Fuck yeah. They should be on billboards now!

[9317] Sunny will take up a billboard all on his own.

I was guessing that meant giant dick belonged to Sunny.

[Me] Okay, before I pass judgment, I’ve used your banter to name a few of you. I’m Lux. You are?

[9317] Apo

[8664] Gedd

[0315] Sham

[2654] Rage

[7799] Sunny

I quickly named their numbers in my phone and then went back to look at the dicks again. Now that they belonged to names, it seemed they were easier to keep straight.

[Me] Sunny is right. Your execution is fantastic now. Even the slight shadows you cast while taking them tend to add to the overall composition. Apo, I appreciate the tease of your balls, but you missed a solid several points to get those perfectly captured in your third pic. Rage – your pics by far improved the most! I’m incredibly impressed with your execution.

There was a moment’s pause as they read my response.

[Apo] While I think we all appreciate your compliments, that’s it? That’s your only comment?

I bit my lip.

[Me] Okay, while I still think Sham’s is the one to beat, I don’t know how you managed to become friends, but you’ve got a group of the best dicks I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. Especially in unasked for texts.

[Apo] Wait, Sham still wins?! Awe, come on!

[Sham] Thanks, love.

[Rage] If you’re ever interested in seeing them outside of pictures, let us know.

[Apo] Fuck yes. I’ll win then!

[Sunny] Unlikely, but we’ll see.

Did they really just offer to show me in person? Would it be too slutty to take them up on that offer?