Matthew's in school to become a firefighter and has a baby soft ass. <g>
After
exchanging a few phone calls with Matthew, I found a message on my machine
saying that he'd be at a bar with his friends for most of the evening and
if that worked for meeting up, it'd be great. I was a little intimidated at
first, wondering what kind of trouble I could find myself in, meeting a straight
guy at a straight bar with his friends at night, but Matthew seems like a
genuine, nice guy on the phone so I figured I'd be ok.
When I got there, I walked inside to get jumped by the bartender asking for
my ID. He
immediately followed with, "So whaddya wanna drink?" I hadn't really
intended on buying a drink as I knew I'd be driving five minutes later, but
I ordered a Tom Collins and wondered if something a little "straighter"
would've been better. Then I spotted Matthew. He was wearing the blue cap
and grey sweatshirt he'd mentioned on the phone and he was playing pool with
three of his friends. There was no question. This was a straight hang
out, with the only gay guy there was me. <g>
So I said "Hey" and we started talking about what the shoot entailed.
When we were done ten minutes later, everything was good to go. I said I'd
give him a call the next day when I had my schedule in front of me and we'd
set something up for Wednesday (yep, straight from being shot on Wednesday
to available for your viewing on Saturday: how's that for fresh!)
Tuesday
I called and we set up the shoot for 8:30 Wednesday morning, the earliest
I'd ever done a shoot, before he had to go into work. Unfortunately, though,
I hadn't planned on the events of the night beforehand. Tuesday night, my
now ex-boyfriend decided we "just weren't working out." I was pretty
upset and and shooting the video Wednesday morning wasn't really at the forefront
of my mind, but I pushed through. I used my question list and Matthew did
a nice job of answering thoroughly, maybe it's just me, but I can sorta hear
how my head's not there. So, forgive me? -- I mean, I do have a personal life,
too. <g>
When
the questions were done and Matthew had talked about stuff like having sex
in a glass elevator in the mall during Christmas season and losing his virginity
at 12, we threw the football for a few passes, but as I told him, he was the
most forceful football thrower I'd encountered. Each pass burned as I caught
it. From the outside, that was a good thing, a masculine football throw, but
to me still thinking about my ex- and wanting to mope, it just burned.
So
we headed back to my apartment and per a suggestion by one of you guys, I
asked Matthew if he wanted to do strip tease of sorts. He seemed game for
it, so he did a playful little dance while taking off his clothes then placed
his hand over his goods before heading into the shower.
Once
we were in the bathroom, I got a good look at Matthew's butt. It was cute.
It was like a baby's butt. All soft and smooth. <g>
And when Matthew got in the shower, I of course looked at his dick... to find that it was uncut. He
hadn't mentioned it anytime before and while there have been uncut guys on
SCM before, there haven't really been any with foreskin. Matthew had foreskin...
which brought back memories of the last uncut guy I was with. I remembered
how I used to bite it in my teeth and tug, and while Matthew was a little
nervous and having to exert some effort to get hard, I was not. <g>
I told him that he didn't have to get hard in the shower, but he kept tugging,
and soon the shower was over.
Back
on the couch, I poured some lube on and told him that I'd leave him alone
with the camera for a bit. He had seemed like my being there was making
him a little unnerved, but in all honesty, I really just wanted to go tug
myself. And my leaving worked... for us both. <g>
As
I watched around the corner, I saw him clinch his butt cheeks and force himself
up a little in a rhymic motion. He put his hand over his shoulder and while
the angle I had wouldn't let me see his armpit, I'd focused on it in the shower.
I knew it was there, wet and exposed to the air. I stroked myself a bit as
he stroked himself, but staying out of the room, watching from 15 feet away,
was too far away.
I
came back in and immediately panned down to his toes which were curled in
contraction.
I moved the camera around him, zoomed in on his clean shaven balls, and watched
as his uncut dick tip changed color as the blood pressed into it. Finally,
I just couldn't take it anymore and set the camera on the tripod again. I
went into the hallway, peered around the corner, and shot all over a towel
I'd grabbed from the bathroom. -- Boyfriend or not, I wasn't dead. <g>
And
as I was putting the towel in the laundry hamper, I heard Matthew make a loud
noise. I'd told him to let me know before he came and I took that to be my
cue. I hurried back into the room, not quite realizing my pants were still
unzipped, and almost tripped on the tripod, but I grabbed the camera and got
quite the cum shot. As I said to him as I was zooming in on the "evidence",
he almost hit his nipple. <g>
So there you have it. -- I will tell ya that the video has a weird flow to
it. I'm not sure what's the cause of that is. Basically it's dealing with
humans. Sometimes things flow perfectly and there's virtually no editing.
Other times the flow's not so easy. This is one of those other times. BUT
I shot off during the actual shoot and during the edit check playback, so
something must be right. Strangely enough, the most erotic moments on the
tape are when he thinks no one is watching. In my opinion, that only makes
it all the more erotic. Am I bad or what? <g>
After
exchanging a few phone calls with Matthew, I found a message on my machine
saying that he'd be at a bar with his friends for most of the evening and
if that worked for meeting up, it'd be great. I was a little intimidated at
first, wondering what kind of trouble I could find myself in, meeting a straight
guy at a straight bar with his friends at night, but Matthew seems like a
genuine, nice guy on the phone so I figured I'd be ok.
He
immediately followed with, "So whaddya wanna drink?" I hadn't really
intended on buying a drink as I knew I'd be driving five minutes later, but
I ordered a Tom Collins and wondered if something a little "straighter"
would've been better. Then I spotted Matthew. He was wearing the blue cap
and grey sweatshirt he'd mentioned on the phone and he was playing pool with
three of his friends. There was no question. This was a straight hang
out, with the only gay guy there was me. <g>
Tuesday
I called and we set up the shoot for 8:30 Wednesday morning, the earliest
I'd ever done a shoot, before he had to go into work. Unfortunately, though,
I hadn't planned on the events of the night beforehand. Tuesday night, my
now ex-boyfriend decided we "just weren't working out." I was pretty
upset and and shooting the video Wednesday morning wasn't really at the forefront
of my mind, but I pushed through. I used my question list and Matthew did
a nice job of answering thoroughly, maybe it's just me, but I can sorta hear
how my head's not there. So, forgive me? -- I mean, I do have a personal life,
too. <g>
When
the questions were done and Matthew had talked about stuff like having sex
in a glass elevator in the mall during Christmas season and losing his virginity
at 12, we threw the football for a few passes, but as I told him, he was the
most forceful football thrower I'd encountered. Each pass burned as I caught
it. From the outside, that was a good thing, a masculine football throw, but
to me still thinking about my ex- and wanting to mope, it just burned.
So
we headed back to my apartment and per a suggestion by one of you guys, I
asked Matthew if he wanted to do strip tease of sorts. He seemed game for
it, so he did a playful little dance while taking off his clothes then placed
his hand over his goods before heading into the shower.
Once
we were in the bathroom, I got a good look at Matthew's butt. It was cute.
It was like a baby's butt. All soft and smooth. <g>
Back
on the couch, I poured some lube on and told him that I'd leave him alone
with the camera for a bit. He had seemed like my being there was making
him a little unnerved, but in all honesty, I really just wanted to go tug
myself. And my leaving worked... for us both. <g>
As
I watched around the corner, I saw him clinch his butt cheeks and force himself
up a little in a rhymic motion. He put his hand over his shoulder and while
the angle I had wouldn't let me see his armpit, I'd focused on it in the shower.
I knew it was there, wet and exposed to the air. I stroked myself a bit as
he stroked himself, but staying out of the room, watching from 15 feet away,
was too far away.
I
came back in and immediately panned down to his toes which were curled in
contraction.
And
as I was putting the towel in the laundry hamper, I heard Matthew make a loud
noise. I'd told him to let me know before he came and I took that to be my
cue. I hurried back into the room, not quite realizing my pants were still
unzipped, and almost tripped on the tripod, but I grabbed the camera and got
quite the cum shot. As I said to him as I was zooming in on the "evidence",
he almost hit his nipple. <g>