DUO!!!

Caleb's in his first Straight Guy Duo™ shoot ever. <g>

Every now and then in life, you meet someone who seems like he never had a bad day. He could be living on a couch and somebody could've just wrecked into his car, but he'd still see everything as blissfully wonderful, like the bad stuff really wasn't that big of a deal. His "it'll be alright" attitude is almost child-like in its immediacy but it's combined with an adult sense of "I'm not entitled to everything" reasoning. "Amazingly upbeat" would be an adjective to describe the guy: Such a guy is Caleb.

That boy can put a smile on anything... <g>

When we sat down to begin the mini-interview for his first Straight Guy Duo™ shoot, Caleb was talking to Dean from off camera. Saying his girlfriend didn't like to go out to bars or to the beach, even the word "deprived" came out of his mouth with a smile. <g>

Starting the questions, I went straight for his take on the solo video.

"So whatdya think after your, your first little shoot there?"
"It was, uh, it was, I mean, no problem..."
"Yeah, you didn't seem phased at all that I had to like direct you, move your dick a little bit." <g>

I then went on to ask him if he was nervous about the activities that would soon occur. <g>

The way he said "What else could there be?" and the way he sheepishly turned his head up while saying it was adorably, idyllically cute. I chuckled and exhaled a slight "ohh." as in "if you only knew." <g>

Talking to Dean a minute later, I harassed him about it being video number 8,412 then cut to Caleb who was doing push-ups on the floor. He was trying to get "a little swell on," but I told him that his arms wouldn't look like Dean's even if he was stung by a bee. <G>

Dean went on to talk about his latest girlfriend status (having found her on a matchmaking website), and I recounted an e-mail I received about a stolen photo of him found on another site.

Then... the tighty whities!

The guys undressed down to their tighty whities, and I checked each of their religions through a close up of the cotton fabric. In just his snug briefs, Dean looked squeezably hot as his six pack and body definition were immediately visible. Caleb, in that adorably playful way I mentioned earlier, postured and huffed to try and make himself similarly buff, but it was no use. "Dean just wins, like, there's no, there's no competition." <g> We all laughed while Caleb continued to strain and pose, the entire time with a huge grin on his face.

Now tighty whitied and ready to go, the guys moved on to the first little competition.

"As you (Caleb) have so many tattoos, I was thinking, um, I want you guys to give each other a tattoo."

I defined the canvas areas, from just below the pecs down to mid-inner thigh, and Dean began his design on Caleb's torso.

I, of course, moved around and checked the goods while the design proceeded. I pulled out both of the guys' waistbands and slowly slid Dean's underwear down while he continued drawing. I cut his briefs off shortly thereafter but he didn't miss a beat with the marker.

A few minutes later, Dean was done (but ya gotta watch the video to see what he created on Caleb <g>).

Caleb then started drawing on Dean's chest and continued the design down into the underwear region (onto the new pair of briefs Dean had put on).

I moved around the various body parts while Caleb continued drawing then stopped to ask about his tattoos.

Wondering why he got the tattoos he got, I asked Caleb what possessed him to get a "big skull with a thing on it." He said that it was a cover-up as the one underneath was a cross which was "real ghetto, like stick-and-poke. So I had to get that covered up."

"So, wait, how does one get a 'real ghetto' tattoo?"
"Goto a place that's fucking dirty needles and a guy that's drunk," Dean interjected.
"Or one of your friends make 'em outta jail. And they're like, uh, a walkman radio motor and a mechanical pencil and guitar string," Caleb replied.

Didn't know it was that high tech. <g>

But, of course, his response mentioning incarceration brought about the question "that we all need to know. How many times have you been in jail?"

"You can call my mother... she'll give you the police reports." But it wasn't Caleb who said that.

Soon, Caleb's design on Dean body was done and I told the guys the twist: "now you gotta take his underwear off and recreate what you did..." <g>

Caleb took the scissors, sliced up the side of Dean's briefs, and began re-drawing in Dean's nether regions. He added a smiley face and some two dimensional pubes, too, while was at it, as Dean needed them. <g>

Then Dean finished recreating his masterpiece on Caleb's previously clothed region, and I chose the winner for the tattoo drawing contest (but ya gotta watch the video to know the outcome). <g>

"Cockfighting" was the next item on my list of activities. <g>

"The first guy with the hard-on is the winner of this one."

"The rules are: No hands and you can like whack it, you know, hit his with yours, and you can like rub up on the other's leg or whatever, but the goal is to get the hard(on) first and no hands."

I had hoped the necessity of rubbing upon the other in the quest for a hard-on would lend itself to a playfully erotic moment... and it did. Of course, it was laughing and goofing at first, but soon, a video was playing in the background and the guys were quiet for a moment, each rubbing his dick up and down the other's leg.

"Looks like there's a little fluffage at least."

"There. Throw it on top," Caleb told Dean, indicating for Dean to put his dick on top of Caleb's leg.

Nervous giggling finished, the two started really rubbing against one another and began hitting their slightly engorged dicks against the other's. Dean's foreskin was back and their two bodies moved together in a goofy, arrested, but increasingly erotic way.

Then, wanting to save something for the bedroom, I told them to hit the showers.

In the bathroom, the two washed each other then Dean began stroking Caleb from behind. Caleb's dick grew harder and his mouth opened as Dean said, "Uh oh, somebody's getting happy." A true testament to Dean being as awesome a guy for SCM as he is, he started stroking Caleb completely without prompting. (Indeed, today I just gave Dean an extra $500 as a thanks for his contribution to make SCM as kick ass as it is in the real straight men arena.)

"Just right there on the tip," Caleb guided in an equally not-worried-about-how-it-comes-off manner.

"Don't shoot," Dean directed him.
Caleb responded with a laugh and "I'm waiting for you, big dawg."
It was so fucking cute, you can't even believe. Total swoonability in the straight-guys-doing-a-video-but-still-being-thoughtful-about-one-another department.

Caleb stroked his own dick for a bit, while Dean stroked his, then they tugged each other.

"You know, you are a pro at this."
"Me?" Dean asked.
"Well, yeah, you're a pro, but I mean, you are a pro for having, you know, just started."

Of course, as soon as I said that, Dean blurted "woop hoo" followed by "you found my hot spot."

Yeah, it was a great pairing. <g>

And then, as good as I am resisting, I gave in. "I have to do it," I said as I stroked Caleb's dick. "Don't be a scared to grab it," Caleb encouraged, and I melted on the spot.

"Oh, he's not. Don't worry," Dean replied a split second later and I instantly wanted to kill him and hug him for not only being a straight little muscle stud, but for also being a friend who knows me at the level he can harass me. <G>

A minute or so later, the shower was done and the guys were toweling off.

Up in the bedroom, well, the guys sat on the bed and Caleb harassed Dean about his large biceps. <g>

Then, well, it becomes a bit blurry...

"We're gonna have a little competition to see who can show off their ass the best."

Yes, you read that right. It's the Dean ass shot, the complete Dean ass shot, the one that's been a long time coming:

And Caleb shows his ass off the same way. <g>

"Yeah, now wait, ride back, and then, then turn around. Oh yeah, that's the whole thing."

"The ass show off competition" was a success. <g>

Then... hmm... "Mr. Caleb here, he practically doesn't need directions."

Caleb's sense of just enjoying life and being happy-to-be-there was palpable.

"Dude, my chest doesn't look anything like that," he said to Dean in an I-wanna-be-like-you-when-I-grow-up voice.

"What's our new direction?" Dean asked a few seconds later.
"I don't know. I'm just enjoying the view."
Caleb followed by touching his dick to Dean's.

He was experiencing an awed, in-the-moment, sense of innocent fun rarely found in adulthood, and the camera and I were happy to watch.

Of course, a thousand bucks to face fuck Dean didn't hurt matters. <g>

Now watch the video already. You know you wanna see Dean's firehose blast all over Caleb's chest.

Damn. I love my isn't-he-awesomely-fuckably-adorable job. <g>