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 Michael
and I played phone tag for a week, him always leaving very courteous yet surfer
sounding messages, before he just offered to meet me at his work. It seemed
a little brave for him to meet someone he'd just talked to on the phone at
his place of employment -- what if I was some stalker whackjob. But I showed
up one Sunday afternoon like he offered to say hey.
When we started talking, the thing I noticed first were his ICE BLUE eyes
 .
They were amazing... of course, I quickly also noticed his wide shoulders,
defined chest, and surfer vibe. <g> And he distinctly looked
like this guy I knew in high school. Two minutes into the conversation, I
gave him directions to the house and we agreed to do the shoot the following
Tuesday. No question about it: with those eyes and that bod, his model application
was accepted. I mean, were we to have met in east county, I would've been
game for the shoot, but meeting at the beach, knowing that he was one of those
guys walking around with his shorts practically hanging off... I was going
to see those shorts come off if I possibly could. <g>
Tuesday morning,  we
spoke on the phone and met up an hour later. As we started the interview on
the couch, I could tell he was fairly nervous. He was hiding it well, but
he wanted a lot of direction about what to do and where to look and so forth,
and at the end of the indoor questions, he asked if he did ok. I told him
he did fine.
 Outside,
I set up the shot then had him take off his sandals and shirt. I had meant
to have him wear his board shorts in the hot tub for a while and then remove
them under water, but in my curiosity to see his dick, I think my subconscious
sorta repressed that plan/thought. Instead, I told him to turn around and
simply take them off. <g>
30 seconds into the hot tub,  Michael
said he was relaxed. So I started the rest of the questions and he told me
about playing water polo in high school and first learning to jerk off in
eighth grade, "My mom was down stairs, I know that, and I was afraid
of getting caught, but, you know, after a point, I really didn't give a shit
because it felt pretty good."
And he told me about liking gang bang videos best and how he could only jerk
off watching the DVD player downstairs when his roommates weren't around.
 But
when he told me about not wanting his girlfriend's friends to see his video,
I realized that I was seeing what they could not, and that turned
me on like nothing else. His girlfriend's friends had no doubt lusted over
him... but he didn't want to let them see him jerking off. He was letting
me see. He was very much willing for me to see. I was finally getting
to see that straight guy I lusted over in high school who had been dating
a close friend of mine. I was so jealous of her then, he played baseball and
was blonde and had ice blue eyes, whereas I had never dated anyone. As Michael
said that, I realized that I was going to fulfill my fantasy. <G>
 Getting
out of the hot tub, I got my first real look at him naked. Seeing his dick
hang there, watching him towel off, and then taking still pictures of him
as he stood there, letting his towel droop in front just a hair to reveal
his pubes. Needless to say, it was hot.
When the pictures were done, I didn't waste any time getting him into the
bedroom. Off came the towel, I started the video, and he started jerking off
with his eyes intensely locked to the screen of the television.
 As
time continued and I moved over every square inch of his body, I saw his balls
contract, I saw his ice blue eyes. I even saw him chew his lip as sort of
an unconscious sex thing. When the camera would pause on his dick for a moment,
he'd show it off for a bit then continue what he was doing.
 Turning
over on his backside for a minute at my request, I saw his dusting of ass
hair and watched as her nervously wondered what I was doing back there.
 Under
the pretense of stablizing the camera, I leaned on his leg a few times for
the incredibly close up the leg shots. <g>
And well... just watch the video already. You'll be wishing you were a piece
of blue fuzz. I know I was. <g>
Damn. I freakin' LOVE my job. <g> High school fantasies
fulfilled.
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