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 A
few weeks ago, I got an e-mail which read, in part, "When we saw you
all across the room it was like seeing family. Matt, you took such good
care of us that out of all the companies in the room we had made the right
choice!!" They were talking about a convention SCM recently attended
with the guys, and indeed, we are like family. The guys get to know
one another, hang out, and share a special bond. As time goes on, they get
more used to be recognized in public and go from being not quite so forthright
about the situation to outright telling their girlfriends and whohaveyou.
So when a new guy comes along, he gets a bit of an initiation... especially
if he's as utterly his-smile-will-make-you-melt adorable as Ashton.
When  I
started recording with the camera for Ashton's plus one shoot, he was telling
me something about having paint on himself, so I began again... and ended
up kicking the tripod a couple seconds later. Figuring the third time is a
charm, I started once more. This time, Ashton was playing with his shoes;
since they looked pretty stylish, I asked him about them.
 "I
don't know how new they are. They're not mine."
"They're not yours? Oh... so... you borrowed them."
"I confiscated them."
"Confiscated 'em? This morning because you thought you had to look good?"
"Well, no, no, uh. Somebody just left them laying out for like
two days, and I was like, 'Man, I like those shoes.' So I took them."
"Well, ok then." I said with a chuckle. <g>
Heck, with the "kid in the candy store" smile he gave me, I would've
bought him any pair of shoes he wanted. <g>
I continued on to give him a brief  rundown
of what was to occur. "Today, basically, uh, this is sorta like
ramping you up into the, you know, you're getting more into the whole thing."
Dean had mistakenly told him that he was doing a video with another straight
guy, so I had to clarify that I was the only other person to be involved.
For some guys, I figured that might be an issue, but not for Ashton.
Indeed, a few seconds later, I brought up the fact that he'd cut his cast
off for the video.
 "You
said you cut your cast off.
I don't know why you would do such a crazy thing.
You cut it off this morning."
He shook his head in agreement, along with giving me that smile,
and then went on to tell me how he'd been playing soccer when the break
happened.
His hand, noticably black and blue and swollen, still had bits of plaster
on it, so I asked him, "And, and, and how long [had] you had it on there?"
"It was on for a week."
"And you just decided you were gonna cut; how long was it supposed
to be on there?"
"Uh, like, four more weeks."
"Dude. You could have had your cast on. That would have been ok."
"Don't tell me that."
 Poor
guy. He so wanted to please that he cut his own cast off. I think that
about says it all.
So, with that said, watch the video and see just how accomodating Ashton
truly is. <G>
I will say that the video is damn hot.
Oh, uh, and here's a peek:
Of course, things continue after that and Ashton soon has his shirt off
and his pants around his ankles.
I stroke him both beneath his clothes then fully exposed, and
he goes from soft to hard as the stroking continues. Before long, it's time
to head into the bathtub for round two. I get out from behind him and back
near the camera. Panning up to his face, he's got a huge grin.
 "So
how was that?" I say with a small chuckle.
"That was, uh..."
"Different?"
"Yeah."
He had a huge smile and he was stroking his own dick while
talking, so I don't think it was too terribly bad for him. <G>
Now watch the video and become part of the family. We'll be happy
to have ya, and this video is DAMN DAMN DAMN I LOVE MY JOB worthy!
<g>
I mean, really.
 
 
It keeps going. <G>
Damn Damn DAMN I LOVE MY JOB! Wow. <g>
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