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 Steve
first called me in early December and when I explained what the shoot entailed,
he said he was looking more for male/female action stuff. I told him that
it was a solo gig for the time being, but that if we did a shoot and it went
well, getting a girl for him to come back with for a second time wouldn't
be a problem. He responded with something about how he'd be more comfortable
if a girl was involved the first time, and I told him none would, at least
for the first shoot. If I was going to add a girl into the mix, I wouldn't
shoot her with a guy I hadn't shot solo before, and plain and simple, he just
needed to get over his whole homophobic thing.
He said he'd call back the next week, but the next week came and went with
no call.
 Flash
forward to the end of January and he calls again. I repeat my little rehearsed
speech about the shoot just to make sure he's clear and we agree to meet for
coffee. When I see him, he's oozing the kind of bravado that says "I'll
kick your ass if you say I have a gay thought or touch me." In some
ways, that wasn't so attractive, but in other ways, it was a turn on as for
all that bravado, he had to know I'd be getting off on him jerking
off (why else would I shoot him?) and he had to know hundreds of other gay
guys would, too. OK, yeah, a few girls would as well, but it would mainly
be guys beating off to him beating off. Whether he was there when the
other guy shot off or not, he was still participating. He was still involved
in "gay adult entertainment."
 So
we set up a shoot, starting at the beach, and I ran down my list of questions.
His answers were short for the most part, but that was his personality. You
could tell when he fucked a girl, he just laid it all down and fucked her
without any sort of romance other than his silence and coolness. When
I asked him about sex and whether he was a pro, he responded that he was only
a "semi-pro," that he hadn't gotten a sponsor yet. And that typified
his personality.
He wasn't a big talker, that's for sure, and while he had done a still
photoshoot for a certain big dick magazine, this was his first video.
Still I got him to talk about little pieces of himself. He told me how he
partied pretty much every night and how he had a threesome with two sisters
in a hot tub. I found it particularly interesting that his girlfriend left
for school and he had a date with her on Saturday but he had sex (a booty
call) on Tuesday.
 After
throwing the football around and getting some footage of that, we headed back
to my apartment and getting Steve's clothes off was no problem. I simply told
him what to take off and it was off. <g> I let the camera linger on
him as there was something unmistakably erotic, almost in the air, and I soaked
it in. Like I said, his aura was just oozing sex... no, it was oozing "fuck."
Curiously even, watching the video, I see my voice goes silent when his boxers
come off. I'm in mid-sentence and when I see his dick, I just stop talking.
Having his boxers come off right in front of me, seeing his large dick and
balls completely uncovered, I think the blood must have left my big head to
fill the little one. <g>
   
In the shower,  Steve
seemed like a pro as well. He sudsed up, moved his hands over his well defined
body, and tugged his dick a bit. When I told him to turn his ass to the
camera, his straight bravado silently showed itself as a side shot was all
I got... but still, his hands moving over his cheeks, the soap and water
streaming down, it was hot. There's no other word to describe it.
 When
the shower was done, I pressed for an ass shot once more. He again
turned sideways, but I called him on it and got a direct shot in response.
His ass was covered with a dusting of hair. Needless to say, I wanted to reach
out and grab it... but I didn't.
Back on the couch,  I
found that the tape hadn't been rewound from when I shot Damon a couple nights
before. I started rewinding it and just sorta cautiously glimpsed Steve
sitting there, with his cock out in the open. He made no effort to cover
it or to be talkative with me. He was just chillin', waiting for the video.
He wasn't nervous or bashful about his body in any way. He was packin' and
he knew it... and that was his appeal. <g>
 The
tape seemed to be taking forever to rewind, so I told him he might prefer
the magazines he brought anyway. He started looking through one of them and
gave his dick a tug ever now and then. It just laying there, out in the open.
Damn.
He examined a couple pages of his magazine closely and then I started the
video.
 Before
long, he was rock hard and his answer of "eight and a half" to my
earlier question seemed to be an understatement. He stroked and the lotion
made the sound lotion makes as his hand slid around the head of his dick.
After a while, wanting to see the tip as I imagined where he might be inserting
it <g>, I interrupted to tell him to take "a longer stroke,
so the head of your cock, you can see it." He obliged.
Shortly thereafter, I was good to go and told him as much. It, of course,
had a double meaning, but I don't know if he caught that.
 In
response, he started more intensely stroking his Inches of manhood... leaned
his head back... and... well, you'll just have to watch the video. <g>
DAMN I love my job! <g><g>
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