EYES!!!

Caleb's got incredible eyes... and a GREAT attitude, too! <g>

Driving back to the loft a few weeks back, I saw a guy sitting at the bus stop nearby. He was incredibly cute and I thought to myself, "I bet he just did an audition." Of course, it was pretty speculative, but he looked a little too dressed up to be waiting for the bus in the middle of the day without something being up.

I parked my car, headed upstairs, and looked at the pile of pictures; Dean takes one of each of the auditionees. Sure enough, that same black shirt was there. Of course, it wasn't the shirt that I was paying attention to. It was his eyes. The way it almost looked like he was wearing eyeliner was mesmerizing. Granted, his face lines and perfectly tapered teeth had me noticing them, too, but it was those eyes that completely pulled me in... and he just looked so darn happy to be there. <g>

Having done this for a while now, it's almost like a sixth sense in who'll be great and who won't quite cut it, but I immediately popped in his audition video to see if I was right. Uh, yeah! His, well, you should watch the audition video yourself if you haven't already. I had Dean call him back for a solo and the rest, as the say, is recorded on videotape. <g>

Of course, when I met Caleb in person, I was like a cartoon character with my eyes popping out and the AHH-EEW-GA sound playing in the background, but I'm jumping ahead of myself a bit (and will still take Boston Paul, hands down, any day of the week for the record. I can honestly say I love that guy. He's such a sweetheart you don't even know... yet.)

So, anyway, he sat down, I turned on the camera, and I told him that Caleb was the name we'd picked for him, if that was alright. He said that it was, but when I asked him his name a few seconds later, he responded with his real one. -- It starts with a B, but you'll have to watch the video to find it out. <g>-- He wanted to do another take, so we did... but the first take, with his real name, is still there, too. <g>

We talked about tattoos, moving out from Wisconsin, and his eyes... <g>

A conversation about a girlfriend who knows nothing about his extra curricular activities came next. He said he'd been with her for two years, but that she wasn't giving him enough. "The booty ain't there when I want it," he pitifulled in an adorable, poor-cute-guy-can't-get-none way. <G>

Playing baseball in high school, he said the guys didn't shower afterwards, but he did have a short story about catching his brother jerking off.

His secretly stashed porn DVD was next on the list:
his girl wouldn't let him have one she knows about. <g>

Talking about what was on that porn DVD, I asked about his own fetishes:

Uh, DING! I think we have a winner! <G>

He talked about having sex with his old girlfriend in a big field next to a highway. "It was cool because it was my old girlfriend and her sister, and then me and my buddy. And they were over there, and me and my girl were over here."

"Don't ever say you're gonna, you wanna, sleep with your girlfriend's sister" was his interjection of dating advice immediately thereafter. <G>

He admitted to touching another guy's dick, too, but said his mouth has never been on a guy's cock when I asked. He went on to say that he'd have to be a "top," though, which was interesting.

Busting him on knowing the terminology, he said he didn't know "top" or "bottom" until he worked at [a retail clothing store] with "ballerinas." He was smiling about it, but my responsibility to the gay code nonetheless required I point out his bleached hair tips, a perfectly shaven face, and earrings. <g>

He started to talk about how he went to a gay club with those guys, so I don't think the "ballerinas" were too scary... he said he even took part of his clothes off while there. <G>

A few minutes later, after talking about partying in New Orleans and anal sex, he said, "if a girl shows me attention, I'm on it." Lap dances and "fingers in her coochie" followed : I think there's lots of sex in this boy's life. <G>

Soon, the questions (and hearing the technicality of what's cheating and what isn't, which most girls would be surpised to know <g>) were done.

I told Caleb, "Now you're just gonna head (in) and take a shower, and, uh, I'll jam the camera up your crotch."
"Nice!" he replied back with a huge smile. <g>

Before the shower started, though, I zoomed in closely and pulled his pants out a bit. My finger was on his waist, pulling down slightly, but I don't think it phased him at all.

In the shower, he lathered up, tugged a tad, and just generally looked melting eyes cute, but it was after the shower that things really kicked up. <g>

Before having him hop on the bed, I first wanted Caleb to do something I'd monikered the "baseball umpire pose." I figured with a masculine sounding name like that, it'd be easier for the guys to handle, and it'd give me a pretty darn revealing angle, too. Considering Caleb played baseball in high school, he knew exactly what I was getting at. <g>

He had no qualms about it... even stroking his cock and pressing it down for a better shot.

When I grabbed his dick -- to position it for the camera of course --, he was fine... and hey, can I help it if I happened to need to squeeze his balls a bit or move up and down the shaft in getting just the right shot? <G>

Who am I kidding? He loved it.

Then soon, he was on the bed... and no, I didn't jerk him off. A boy's gotta have somewhere to go... even if he is Lucca's better looking, younger yeah-I'll-do-that equivalent! <G>

Damn. I love my look-at-those-eyes job!