HUGH!!!

He's a former high school wrestler from Iowa.<g>

Normally, when a new guy comes in and is right for the site, Dean has him come to a webcam shoot right away. That helps the new guy get accustomed to the concept of getting naked around other guys, but it also means that most of the time I meet the new guy before talking to him on camera. When I do meet him like that, to schedule a solo shoot, I try to keep the conversation minimal: just a quick look - you'll do then the solo. For Hugh, I didn't want to see or talk to him at all.

With Hugh, all I saw was his picture and Dean took care of getting him there. When I open my eyes, when the camera starts here, is the first time I've seen or talked to him. You're in for the ride, too. <g>

"Wow..." "How's it going?" "Hey... so... huh... yeah so, I... I know you think it's all weird..."

"With you, I wanted Dean to handle the whole thing, to like get you here. I've never spoken to you. We've not even like... phone call. I don't know jack about you..."

"So did he give you like a little background of what's going on?"
"No, I asked him. He said he was just going to let you handle everything."

This was as raw as it could get. Hugh didn't know what to expect. He'd never met me... and he didn't really know what was going to happen. <g>

So I began the interview, and that smile was adorable. <g>

6'1", 170 pounds, he works graveyard at a porn shop. I teased him about the patrons wanting to see his video, and he told me not to get any ideas about his size 13 shoes. "I'm a white Irishman. I got kinda shorted," he chuckled. <G>

He was a wrestler in high school because he liked the whole "it's-all-on-you" competition factor. From Iowa, "the wrestling team up there is like the football team anywhere else."

"That's like the fantasy for a lot of people. You know, wrestling." <g>

"I've seen some where it's like, you know, you can like totally make out their package right underneath..." I elaborated. <g>

"For a long time, I just wore a jockstrap... and yeah, man, it's, it's out, you're all hanging out there... 'oh Jesus, you know they can't be running around, Coach. You gotta have them girls in the school or something. Man, I'm not wearing anything here.' You know, 'yeah, I'm happy to see ya.'" <g>

He then went on to tell me a story about modelling for a guy when he first got out to California. "You can tell the guy is just like hunting for a date the whole time."

It was an amusing story, one involving a disposable camera, to say the least.

Jerks off about once every other day or so now. Has a lot of energy... but "not as crazy as Caleb." <g>

We talked about the first time he had sex, and the last time he had sex, too. "These little Mexican girls, and they just moved here from Mexico. They can't even barely speak English. Ohh... you know, I had to take advantage of that situation... one thing led to another, you know what I mean." <g> He was grinning practically the entire time.

"So, you ever messed around with a guy?"
"Nah."

He then went on to tell me about how he went with a girl two weeks before having sex. "Oh, a whole two weeks..." I harassed him. <g>

"We better start having some sex here pretty quick!" he told her. "I cannot handle this." <g>

I harassed him a bit about his high school wrestling team and the activities that went on outside of the competition, too.

Before long, it was time to head on into the shower... Hugh turned on the water then started removing his shirt.

With his outer shirt off, I saw his arm tattoo and commented about it. As we were talking, off came his inner t-shirt, then his shoes, then his pants.

Soon, he was standing in front of me in only socks and underwear. His dick was visible behind the fabric in the way it held up the cloth and shook the material as he moved. Off came the socks as he talked about his flat feet... then down slid the boxers.

His neatly trimmed bush was revealed and I followed by talking about his dusting of ass hair. "You got a little ass hair going on there," I commented.
"Yeah, I know, it's only like half an ass hair, though. The bottom half." <g>

Hugh's shower continued and I moved around his body with the camera. His dick wasn't the largest ever, he was right, but it was nicely shaped. Large freckles adorned his shoulders, too, and another tattoo which resembled an atom was in the center of his shoulder blades.

As I moved down his legs, I saw more body art. Brightly colored, it covered the outside of his right calf and complemented the tattoos on his left arm. "Do that same thing, but turn around," I told him as he was bending over washing his legs.

With his ass to the camera, I didn't want to linger there and freak him out, but I did view his balls hanging snuggly between his legs and got close to see his dusting of lower butt fuzz.

"So you think you're thoroughly clean?" I asked a bit later.
"I think so," he responded.

Telling him that I'd grab a towel, I sat the camera on the tripod then left. I grabbed the still camera first, though, then took a few pictures. When I returned with the towel, he wasn't waiting for me but instead was leaning against the front of the shower with the water flowing over his head and face. It was a classic lockerroom shower pose and I didn't want to ruin it. I let him stand there.

Then, towel in hand, I moved closer and told him I hated to interrupt. He responded that the water was just "nice and warm," took the towel, then began to dry off.

"So I don't really need this, do I?" he asked about his towel.

I told him that he didn't... then upstairs we headed, him buck naked before me. <g>

In the bedroom, I told him to hop on back and do his thing... and he did.

As to what all happened, well, I gotta confess, Hugh was a bit nervous on the bed at first. He had a time getting things up and running, if you know what I mean, but after a while, I told him, "Have fun with it."

"Be like the porn star you always wished you could be."

"Be like the porn star I always wished I could be?" he replied then jumped up on his knees. Guess that was what he needed to hear.

When I left him alone a few minutes later, well, he completely let the inner porn star out. Nerves still got him a little here and there, but damn, he finished up with quite the finalé.

Wanna hear part of it?

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Damn. I love my "bed sheets covered in spooge" job! <G>