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 Lucca
said something about a friend giving him my number when he first called, so
I immediately assumed he was a friend of Michael's, as Michael had said he
knew a guy who he thought was interested in doing a shoot the week before.
-- Turned out, some guy at a talent/modeling agency had given Lucca my number
while they were waiting for an audition. I didn't recall talking to anyone
by the name he gave me, so I was a little baffled, but he was eager and presumably
attractive enough to be at a talent agency. Definate pluses in his corner.
When I pulled to the coffee shop where we were to meet,  I
saw a guy who was obviously him standing on the curb, looking adorably cute
in red soccer shorts, a white t-shirt, and white tennis shoes. He was clean
shaven and attractive. And considering that I'd met two "I'll have to
think about it"'s the day before, I was especially glad to see him <g>...
oh, and I almost forgot. The ass... what an ass. Maybe it was just the shorts...
in fact, it probably was just the shorts, but my eyes were fixated as I pulled
into the parking space. -- I'm a sucker for asses and soccer shorts. <g>
Talking with me on the curb, he had a personality, too...  and
two girlfriends and a Masters degree. Eager, attractive, straight, and over
18. I immediately scheduled a shoot with him for the next day and headed back
to my apartment, majorly psyched.
So the next day came, and we began our shoot. It was windy and bright, which
gave the camera a couple problems at first, but after a one-word answer start,
the camera seemed to behave and Lucca started to relax and go into great detail
in his answers.
 He
talked about being a stripper at a bachelorette party and how he ended up
jerking off for the girls while they videotaped it... and while the girls
were "nekkid" (as he put it) and groping him, too. <g>
He talked about growing up a military brat, going straight into the Marines,
and about one time waking up to find a bud of his of ten years there giving
him a blow job.
He talked about having sex in a photobooth with his two girlfriends, too...
 When
we were done with the interview, he asked me if I wanted him to take off his
pants for the football toss. I was a little dumbstruck at first, but he said
he had a pair of shorts on underneath. -- I must've been nice to someone somewhere
and karma was coming back to repay me... I mean, a straight ex-Marine with
a brain was going to run around in little shorts while he tossed a football
with me... and then he was going to go back to my apartment, get naked, and
jerk off while I videotaped every moment and placed myself (and the camera
<g>) not 5 inches away from his hard dick. Hello!
 So
we tossed around the football and he looked amazing jumping around... it was
hard to keep the camera on him and throw the football (again downhill), but
I managed... and I survived him hitting the tree above me (and knocking out
dead branches) twice. <g>
As we drove back to my apartment (his two girlfriends dropped him off and
he rode with me back to my place), I kept glancing over at his little red
shorts and could make the outline of his dick out. I wanted to reach
over, insert my hand, and pull his cock and balls out as we drove down the
freeway,  but
I didn't think he'd care too much for that... even considering that he had
told me about not minding about the blowjob from a guy and about some crazy
sexual experiences. So I refrained.
Back at the apartment, the little red shorts were still taunting me. I mean,
I knew they would come off as soon as I told him it was time... but there
was something about the way they sat. I had him sit on the couch, and then
zoomed in on them... up the leg just a hair, the lining showing just a bit
of what was inside... and he pulled at them a little and the lining moved
back. A nutsack... they had to come off.
 And
when they did... I became transfixed... on his ass. It wasn't a bubble butt
like Jon Paul's, but it was incredibly fuckable. A pattern of hair converging
in his crack, covered with fuzz on the surface... I zoomed in, I had him bend
over. Now it, and not the shorts, became the center of my attention.
In the shower,  his
ass was all I could focus on... it was just so freaking fuckable. There's
no other way to describe it...
I coaxed him... told him to show his ass off... and I so wanted to see his
hole but was too bashful to ask.
I kept telling him to bend over more, and then finally... it was more than
I could resist. <g>
I reached in,  touched
his suds and fuzz covered ass, and spread his ass checks with my hand. His
hole was viewable... and I was touching his ass. -- I knew I could've gotten
him to show his hole by pushing further and further with my behind the camera
direction, but my libido got the best of me... and I simply went for it. <g>
 Luckily,
he didn't seem to mind... all part of the job I guess he thought. We even
went further and he spread his ass checks completely open... a little too
much at first, but just the right amount next. I knew there was an exhibitionist
in there. I just had to get it out... and I did.
 He
finished his shower... looking pretty darn amazing underneath the water...
Then back in the living room, he seemed a little nervous so I told him to
just do his thing however he wanted, to pay no attention to me, that I'd just
be there to videotape it. -- I'd had my fun with his ass and had more than
enough fodder for jerking off just after he left. His jerking off was just
icing. But it's all there for you to view... <g>
 Damn.
I really love my straight fuzzy ass viewing job. <g>
What? You wanted to hear about him jerking off... about how his balls clenched
and how he made a face when he got into it, like Michael does? About how his
cum was so thick, it clinged to his fingers when he pulled his hand away?
Stuff like that?
<GRIN>
Well, you'll just have to watch the video if that's what ya want. I've got
things to do. <g>
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