Brandon was a total straight shooter... even talking about his daughter.
<g>
When
I first talked to Brandon on the phone, I told him that I wasn't sure if he
would have the right look with his 8 earrings and tongue ring, but he seemed
eager and had no problems meeting me at a local coffee shop. Definate points
in his corner.
After shooting the shit for a bit, I told him I had to meet up with a couple
other guys that day, but I would give him a call back on Wednesday, two days
later. I was straight up, telling him that I wanted to see how he compared
to the other two. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but
he seemed like a nice honest guy and he was eager. He was tall, too (6'4"),
and I think we all have a thing for height extremes, but still I wanted to
see how he compared before committing. <g>
So I met the other two and while straight, I couldn't imagine anyone wanting
to see them without their clothes. Deadline looming and knowing that the villagers
were going to come with torches if I didn't have someone soon, I called Brandon
to set up the shoot... but his cell phone was "temporarily not in service."
ARGH... server overloads and crashing, no I'd-fuck-him-in-a-heartbeat models,
and now the one model I wanted to
use just to give a leg up to the "straight shooting guy next door's"
wasn't reachable. It was just one of those weeks.
But... finally, he called me, having lost his cell phone, and we set up the
shoot.
Starting with the standard questions, I realized that my gut instinct had
been right. He wasn't going to go into long stories unless I pulled... and
so I pulled, and as the shoot went on, I got him relaxed and just kicking
it. (Hey, they don't pay me the big bucks for nothing... 'course they don't
pay me the big bucks, but that's another story. <g>)
He
told me about his friend complaining about never getting laid and him just
telling his girlfriend that his friend was going to come in and fuck her after
he was done. He told me about watching his girlfriend messing around with
her friend and then him joining in, and even about his daughter. As the shoot
went on, his appeal grew. He was just straight up honest, at least with me,
about dating other girls while having a girlfriend of 13 months, about taking
care of his six year old daughter, and about part of his girlfriend's appeal
being that she bought him stuff. It was refreshing and attractive. No shit.
No pretending to be someone he wasn't. He was just him.
When the interview was done and we threw the football, he became even cuter
as he couldn't catch it and made no excuses. I don't know. He was just kewl
because he was himself... a stand up guy who took care of his daughter, who
got a little nookie on the side, and who smoked some weed every now and then.
<g>
Back at my apartment, he was raring to go to take his clothes off and soon
they were on the ground. <g>
In
the shower, as he was washing his hair, his thickly haired armpits were clearly
visible and the hair on his upper chest stood out as the water flowed over
it. I didn't even want to get to his dick, I was so caught up imaging myself
planted on his neck, moving to his chest, and down into his armpit.
And when the shower was done and the video started, what happened next got
a definate rise in my pants.
Sitting on the couch, I watched his dick go from completely soft
to completely hard without him even touching it. He got turned on simply from
watching the video... no hand required. And you know how hard dicks like company.
<g>
As he stroked his long narrow dick, I zoomed in on his balls and cock head.
I watched as he went from somewhat self conscious of what he was doing to
being in the moment, moving
his waist in a rhymic motion.
His long slender dick... the constant stroking... knowing that he'd said
he'd never messed around with another guy, not even a threesome... yet here
I was, with the camera a few inches away from his erect cock. It turned out
a lot hotter than I would've ever imagined, it was fun -- completely unexpected
fun -- and sometimes that's the most rewarding.
When
I first talked to Brandon on the phone, I told him that I wasn't sure if he
would have the right look with his 8 earrings and tongue ring, but he seemed
eager and had no problems meeting me at a local coffee shop. Definate points
in his corner.
but
he seemed like a nice honest guy and he was eager. He was tall, too (6'4"),
and I think we all have a thing for height extremes, but still I wanted to
see how he compared before committing. <g>
to
use just to give a leg up to the "straight shooting guy next door's"
wasn't reachable. It was just one of those weeks.
He
told me about his friend complaining about never getting laid and him just
telling his girlfriend that his friend was going to come in and fuck her after
he was done. He told me about watching his girlfriend messing around with
her friend and then him joining in, and even about his daughter. As the shoot
went on, his appeal grew. He was just straight up honest, at least with me,
about dating other girls while having a girlfriend of 13 months, about taking
care of his six year old daughter, and about part of his girlfriend's appeal
being that she bought him stuff. It was refreshing and attractive. No shit.
No pretending to be someone he wasn't. He was just him.
In
the shower, as he was washing his hair, his thickly haired armpits were clearly
visible and the hair on his upper chest stood out as the water flowed over
it. I didn't even want to get to his dick, I was so caught up imaging myself
planted on his neck, moving to his chest, and down into his armpit.
moving
his waist in a rhymic motion.