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 One
day, a little while back, Ashton stopped by the office, for reasons
I don't remember, in his uniform. With his light blue shirt and crisply
pressed blue pants, he looked adorable. His cap topped off the look
and the total package had me melting right then and there. So, knowing just
how cute he looked in his uniform and knowing that Rocky also wore a uniform
in his job, I decided to have them wear their uniforms (or more technically,
an approximation of their uniforms) on camera. Just to be sure to be
on the safe side, too, I knew I'd have them swap uniforms before doing anything
which could give the federal government heartburn... but brown uniform or
blue, they both look pretty darn dreamy all decked out.
So, starting on the steps in what has now become the filming loft, I reiterated
how they weren't technically in their uniforms then began discussing Ashton's
job in particular. He's janitor of the ship... or actually, below janitor
of the ship.
 "I
like shine the janitor's shoes for him," he clarified.
"Well, maybe you can shine Rocky's shoes a little later," I giggled
back. <g>
Indeed, I had shoe shining in my outline of how the shoot was to go. I'd
seen it in various military movies, and figured it was a necessary part of
the job routine.
I continued... "what I was thinking, in my little preplanned... my pre-planned
segue here, was that your guys' uniforms don't look quite up to snuff. So
I think you guys should iron the other's uniform."
Ashton then began ironing Rocky's tan dress shirt.
"So do you have to iron your, your clothes every day?" I
asked.
 "Every
night."
"Every night? So that way they're ready the next morning?"
"Yeah."
 In
just his white boxers, t-shirt, and black socks, I had Rocky start
polishing his own shoes while Ashton took care of his outer clothing.
The flap of Rocky's boxers was a bit open as he sat on the chair behind
Ashton, but only indescript dark areas were visible... at first.
Leaving Rocky to continue polishing his shoes, I went back to Ashton.
"So how long do you spend ironing every night?"
"Every night?" He asked back. "About half hour... uh, twenty
minutes."
"That seems like a long time to waste on crisp clothes that do nothing
in protecting the country," I commentated with a grin.
I continued talking a little more to Ashton, but Rocky sitting in his underwear
with just enough visible to tease had my brain coming back to rectifying that
situation.
With his face on camera, I asked Rocky how his shoe shine was going,
but before he could even answer, the camera was down pointed at his crotch.
I first pulled out his cock,  then
reached in and grabbed his balls to expose them, too. "There, that's
how you should shine your shoes... that's the professional shoe shine way."
I laughed as he continued shining his shoes with his cock and balls hanging
out the flap. <g>
A little later, it was Rocky's turn to iron Ashton's clothes. He was
dressing in the newly pressed clothing when I asked about his uniform required
job.
"So tell us about a typical day in your, uh, your job,"
I directed.
"My job?" he asked back, unsure if I was talking to him or
Ashton.
"Yeah, you."
"Slamming around people?"
"Yeah."
Rocky's a border patrol agent, which I know, lends itself to all kinds
of cop-like getting roughed up fantasies... but with the addition of the crossing
the border twist.
To continue answering my questions, he told me about people calling him
names, like "White Devil" and Spanish swears, then he went on
to give me the rundown of what went down when such things happened. "Well,
I'm... Over the years, I've been seasoned, so I can do things that make
it look right..." I laughed at his not quite connecting the dots
that he was saying this stuff on a video that'll be seen by lots and lots
of people.
As Rocky continued his ironing after telling me the specifics of his job,
I went back to Ashton, who was shining shoes with a slight smile.
"You are so cute... you always."
Rocky interrupted, "He's so in love with you."
"He has this little smile like all the time." <g>
Indeed, Ashton's sort of like a little kid... but 23 years old and a fully
developed man. His worldliness is almost non-existent. Like when I was
talking later about another one of the models being quirky, Ashton asked,
"I don't have a very broad vocabulary. What does 'quirky' mean?"
 I,
of course, immediately thought, "idiosyncratic" but if you don't
know quirky, you certainly don't know idiosyncratic.
Yet his not knowing the word and not being hung up on appearing he knew
the word was yet another reason to want to take him home. Short of that,
though, I pulled his cock and balls out of his boxers, to let them rest outside
the flap, just as I'd done with Rocky. <g>
"And you always shoe shine with your balls hanging out?"
I jokingly asked as I pulled the camera back.
"I wish, I wish I
could."
"Well, wait, what, who normally is watching while you're shoe shining?"
"Um, the rest of the
barracks."
"Well, they... you don't run around naked around there anyway?"
"Oh yeah, I do.
They all get offended, though, so most of the time..."
"Why? 'Cause your balls are so much bigger than theirs?" <G>
Of course,  just
having his dick and balls hanging out there, I soon wanted to see more. I
had him stand up and take off his boxers completely.
He sat back down and I once again examined his package.
With the preliminaries complete, it was time to kick it up a notch.
Before we did that, though, I had the guys swap uniforms. 
Then, as Ashton kept trying to look at my outline for the shoot, I just
pulled it up to the camera and read it verbatim:
So now, completely
not wearing a uniform of your job, make out and take the other person's clothes
off sensually, stopping at T-shirt and boxers. $10 for every second your tongue
is in the other's mouth and it looks passionate. And I'll determine the total
amount of money later for this part.
The guys winced  and
moaned at those directions, took several drinks of alcohol, and just generally
stalled until finally giving it a shot locking lips.
"You just need to get Ashton a little more drunk 'cause then he will
totally make out with you like there's no tomorrow," I told Rocky.
Turns out, it was more fortuitous than I thought... but you've got
to watch the video to see that.
Once the alcohol had kicked in... well... let's just say that we've
only yet gone on about the first half of the video.
As to what comes in the next, all I can say is... 
Damn. I love my guys-in-uniform-making-out, wet-underwear-in-the-shower,
naked-wrestling-poses, and they-both-took-a-cum-shot-in-the-mouth-for-a-finale
job!
(Yep. It's a great job!) <G>
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