TRIPLE!

Two hours, three favorites, one incredible time! <g>

The other day, Dean was harassing me about who was my favorite of the SCM guys. Without question, he's the crowd's favorite, but I tend to lean towards Boston Paul and he knows it. I think I just smiled in response to Dean's inquiry, but I genuinely like them both, both as great guys when clothed and both when naked. <g>

One thing, though, is absolutely sure: Paul, Brett, and Dean are my favorites when there's an s. Putting the three of them together, with a truckload of cash, was something that had to be done sooner or later. <G>

So, when we began... no, wait, the shoot for Dean started before it did for everyone else.

At the loft, in the early afternoon, I told Dean we should shoot the solo "let's catchup on your life" part of the video to save time later. I got a quick update about his girlfriend and dating life... then asked him what I really wanted to know. He had no idea, but he was providing key points for Brett and Paul later in the night. I was quite proud of my effortless segue, too, giddily smiling around the loft afterwards, having gotten just what I needed without tipping my hand to Dean in the slightest. That would come later. <g>

So the day passed and the guys arrived early in the evening. We began with everyone on the steps, me showing them the megawad of cash, then with an attempt to shoot a promo for the site. <g> I had no real idea what I was going to do with the "bumper" as it's known in TV land, but I figured I could put it somewhere and the guys would look cute saying their lines, too. A few takes later (all of which made it to the final video), there was finally one where everyone remembered his own name and got his cue. <g>

Of course, I had them take off their shirts and do it again. <g>
And then put on blue jeans and do it again. <g>

Paul, Brett, and Dean next stood in front of the foosball table, each beside the other wearing jeans and nothing else (and nothing beneath <g>).

Brett's treasure trail, Dean's abs, and Paul's real man stance made for quite the sight.

An air hockey game where the loser had to "drop your pants to your ankles" then successfully make two goals on his opponent before getting to pull them back up followed.

Of course, Dean's pants were down, Paul's pants were down, and Brett was providing "carpenter's crack" on the sidelines. I suggested Paul forego using his hand during the game, "You can just play with that big dick of yours," then I mumbled something about scaring small children. <g>

Brett came in to replace Dean, and Paul kept harassing the camera. "I'll fuckin' smack it," he said with a swing of his dick and his thick Bawston accent.

A few minutes later, I had the guys shoot another possible promo for the site. "So, yeah, why don't you guys stand up and now just like tug your pants down a little in the front."

It was then time to start the bonuses: "Here's the first of the little games for the evening..."

I, of course, knew Dean was likely right and concurred with a laugh, "Chances are, Brett's gonna win this one." <g>

True to form, a minute later, "I'm pretty sure we're gonna have a winner over here." Brett had just shown me his already half hard dick before Dean had literally even touched his. <G>

But that said, as I'd explained to the guys, there were prizes for second and third place. Dean and Boston Paul were gonna do their best for second place.

The guys continued their strokin'.

And walked up and down the stairs to parade their engorged dicks for the camera. I videotaped both the walk up (a sight to behold with Dean, for sure) and the walk back down (an almost 3D experience with Brett <g>).

With the winner of the "first guy to get hard" contest declared, the guys moved on to round two. Brett was a sure thing for the first competition, which most anyone knew, but this round, too, had an almost certain winner: whose dick was the LARGEST. <G>

I told the guys to "get theirs into measuring states" and three young naked straight men were once again jerkin their stuff in front of me.

Now, I must say that online dating/chat profile exaggerations will likely make the results less than astonishing, but you'd be hard pressed to convince me that any of the guys, especially Boston Paul, is just average in endowment. I've seen dicks in real life. I've seen dicks at work. Paul's got a huge dick. (Cock size exaggeration shouldn't really surprise me, I guess. There are guys right now in "straight" M4M chat rooms looking to hook up, countless other sites with "straight" guys who are queerer than a West Hollywood pride parade on Halloween, and I get calls from wives about an STR8CM COM charge that "we didn't purchase," but don't get me started on that one. <g>)

Anyway, LARGEST dick contest complete, the guys headed into the bathroom for some cozy three-adult-men-in-a-regular-size-tub fun. <g>

Boston Paul lathered up his hair then the three of them stood in the tub playing with rubber duckies while I took pictures. Little did they know, little did I know, just how friendly those yellow rubber duckies would soon become. <g>

Wedged in the tub, Paul requested more booze while I told the guys to finger paint "2SCM" on the tub wall behind them.

Then the next bonus was at hand... <g>

"Part of the thing that I notice is usually I'm having to, like, twist arms to get things done, so this time you must be assertive in your desire."
"Yes, God." - Brett

"The first two people to grab the rubber duckies agree to French kiss each other... " Paul grabbed the first rubber duckie, mid-sentence as "to French kiss each other" slid out of my mouth. He put it back; "Keep going," he replied.

"...agree to French kiss each other, for 30 seconds, for $180."

The duckies laid there briefly while Dean asked for details, then Brett grabbed one:
"Fuck it. I've done it before. I gotta make money."
"One duckie's gone. There's one duckie remaining."
Dean grabbed the second duckie.

Shortly thereafter, the two began with a hug then French kissed.

The face Paul had as Brett and Dean kissed each other was priceless. Naked in the tub, I can only imagine what he must've been thinking. <G>

Three more bonuses occurred in the tub area. The first I'd planned. It involved balls, French kissing, and an odd man out. "Fuck, I'm a ball licker," was the response garnered from the guy whose hand shape didn't match the others. His complaint was quite amusing to the rest of us and we chuckled roaringly. <g>

The next bonus, well, it sorta developed on the fly as these three have no qualms throwing out suggestions.

You'll have to watch the video to see what happened, but here are a few quotes to whet your appetite. <g>

"Wanna do it from behind or the front?"
"Why don't I do his while he does mine?"

"I don't think he can get his head down there."

"Holy shitballs, I'm looking at his..."

"Put your ass down more. That's it. Stop there!"

Amazing what three well paid, intelligent straight guys can come up with when dollars are on the line. <G>

The final tub bonus, well, Brett and Paul created it themselves and I just went with it. I hadn't planned another bonus for the tub, but I laughed 'til I was crying... those poor (or privileged, depending on how you look at it) rubber duckies. Of course, the only way to know what happened is to watch the video.

Oh alright, there was some other tub fun, too, like this:

But you gotta see the rest. I mean, damn. I love my job and we haven't even gotten to the bedroom yet!

Moving on into the bedroom, well, that's when my memory becomes a little foggier... <g>

"You guys are all butt naked in the bed..."

"He's gonna be handcuffed to the bed, and you guys each get five to seven minutes..."

Hmm... I remember that part... and something about Dean and that video I'd recorded earlier in the afternoon...

And his erogenous zones...

Completely impressed, I moved on to the next, and final, bonus for the evening. <g>

You know how they always say if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is... <G>

"Task #1 is you must lick another guy's armpit for 60 seconds. That one pays $1500."
"Task #2 is we'll put a blue X, like, in your crotch area, like right underneath the balls, and you must lick that off for sixty seconds, and that one is $2000."
"Task #3 is to actually get fucked up the ass. And that one pays $3000."

The guys balked as I said that last one, and then I threw in the twist: "the deal is, you play paper, rock, scissors to determine which task you get." <g>

The air was ripe with possibility as they contemplated it... but I'd be neglect in my duties if I didn't tell you that the guys did not do the final 3 task paper/rock/scissors bonus. They did one even better. <G>

Have I mentioned I love working with these guys!?

Now watch the video already! Two hours of entertainment and dick stroking are waiting for ya.

Damn. I love my REAL straight guys in a two hour movie job! <G>