Brett is a small town midwestern guy who found his way out to San Diego through, you guessed it: the military. He's not too fond of life in the city, though, preferring "the cornfields" as he put it. Aside from lifting and working out, he likes the simpler stuff -- hiking and playing with his dogs.
Things happened with Brett quicker than usual. I'd contacted him on Thursday, and on Friday he was walking through the door. Shedding his clothes on camera was something he'd thought about off-and-on for a few years, so when the opportunity came up he figured, why not?
When I asked him, Brett said that he gets a lot of comments on his rosy cheeks. He grinned sheepishly, blushing even more at the attention. Brett seemed to hate them; the rest of us love them.
Brett said that his buddies would probably be surprised to hear he was getting into porn. Listening to his story from the high school football lockeroom made me think otherwise.
"There were about 6 of us," he started. "One guy whipped out his dick. Then another guy pulled out his. Things kind of escalated from there and we ended up all beating off together. I got peer-pressured into it," Brett added with a laugh.
Brett was a little nervous starting out, but warmed up quickly to the cameras and started getting into showing off. When the camera came in for a close-up, he couldn't help breaking out a big smile, as if in disbelief that he was jerking off for the world to see.
As Brett ramped himself up to the finish line, it was hot to see him pull his legs back, spread eagle with a nice view of his balls and ass crack. And, wow, what a build up it was. If his cheeks were rosy before, they were popping red right before he unloaded a thick load onto his stomach.
I got a text on a random Tuesday afternoon from Donnie.
"Hey. I'm kinda horny. Think we could do a shoot today?"
A couple hours later he was at the door. Usually these shoots can take weeks or months (heck, even years) to make them happen, but Donnie was just looking to get a nut. And ASAP.
I didn't waste any time getting the cameras set up because the bulge in Donnie's shorts was obvious as soon as he'd walked in. The moment I peeled back his underwear, out popped a big boner.
At first, Donnie's eyes were focused on the porn playing in the background, but it didn't take long before he realized that he'd come to the right place for getting his dick sucked. His eyes rolled back into his head as I took all 8 inches down to the base; he glanced down in disbelief to take in the front-row seat of what his girlfriends hadn't been able to do.
After standing to fuck my throat, Donnie sat back to get the job finished. If there was any doubt that he was extra horny, the proof came in an explosive cumshot. Donnie's breathing and moaning was enough to let me know he was getting close. At the last second he gasped, "I'm about to cum," and blasted his entire chest with a load that flew from one shoulder to the other.
Vance wanted to try something a little different; something that he said his friends would be very surprised to hear he'd done. He grew up in a conservative, religious family (you might recognize his telltale shiny white undies) and was an overall reserved guy through high school. But the military brought him out to So Cal, he had turned 22 y/o a few days earlier and decided to give porn a shot.
Surprisingly, he came across as someone who was not all that phased about shedding his clothes for the world to see. That was until I asked how he was feeling about his first time in front of the cameras. It was actually kind of endearing to hear him stammer, explaining that he's a calm person and wasn't all that nervous.
He came prepared, though. And, thankfully, all natural in the body hair department. Vance is normally a guy who rubs one out a couple times a day, but had saved up for a painful two days before his shoot. A little slow right out of the gates, once his cock got hard there seemed to be nothing that was going to make it go limp. It's a thick one, for sure: 5 1/2 inches around. Even though he'd measured it before, it didn't seem like such a bad idea to get the "official" measurement myself. (wink)
Once he got the go-ahead for the grand finale, Vance's face got focused on the task at hand (pun intended). It was pretty intense as he built himself up to cumming. His balls almost immediately retracted behind the base of his cock and the moaning switch got turned on. Vance rolled his head back on the couch until unloading a creamy load onto his bushy pubes.
Curtis was a tough nut to crack. I'd told him about the massage scene after his solo shoot, but he didn't seem too interested. He didn't flat-out say no, but it wasn't until a big bill came due that suddenly the chunk of cash waiting on the other side changed his mind.
He's gotten "regular" massages before, but never a happy-ending despite having lived in a country well known for its high-end erotic rub-downs. Of course, it wasn't the fear of getting one that held him back. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to even get hard with a guy doing the job. Well, that concern was quickly extinguished.
Even laying face down on the table, Curtis' cock was growing stiffer every time my hands made their way between his legs. His rock hard ass and crack was quite a treat; a nice, furry forest nestled between two muscular slabs of meat.
On the front side, it was like rubbing down a washboard with a hard-on. Curtis didn't make much noise until suddenly, as I was stroking his dick, his eyes opened slightly.
"You better slow down."
I edged Curtis a little longer before ramping him up for take-off. His breathing got progressively deeper, letting out little moans as he got closer and closer. He had saved up for a couple days, but even he was surprised at how far he shot. A huge stream of cum flew all the way up to his shoulder while he convulsed on the table and covered his stomach in jizz.
Some guys take a while to come around to the idea of letting another guy help get them off. For Kent, it took a few weeks for him to come back and get a happy-ending massage the first time. Deciding to come back to get sucked off took another year. Alas, an unexpected money crunch helped make up his mind for him.
In the year he'd been MIA, Kent had moved back home to the midwest and found himself back in San Diego, living the So Cal life, going to college, and chasing girls with a vengeance. Knowing his upcoming shoot was going to be a pretty big mental leap, though, he took to saving up for a few days ahead of time.
He probably built it up in his head even more than he should have; Kent was nervous, for sure. It took him a few minutes to relax once we got started. I even left some porn playing in the background which his eyes were glued to... at first.
As my lips were wrapped around his cock, Kent's facial expression quickly went from one of deer-in-the-headlights to disbelief at how good it felt and looking like he was about to bust too soon. He even gave a subtle tap on my leg at one point because he WAS going to cum too soon! For all the girls he's been hooking up with, apparently getting head from a guy was a lot better than he'd expected.
I have to admit, it was kind of wicked fun keeping Kent on the edge for a while. His panting and moaning definitely let me know he was close. And when I could feel he'd reached the point of no return, I pulled off from sucking him and within seconds Kent was spurting his load onto his pubes and stomach.
Ricky seemed to be somewhere between curious and gung-ho about getting his dick sucked by a guy for the first time. Like a lot of str8 guys, he'd heard that we know how to get it done better than any girl.
A few weeks went by before he decided to give it a shot, but from pretty much the moment he walked in he was playing with his cock and getting himself primed. And horny as hell from the looks of it. As soon as I unzipped Ricky's shorts he was already rock hard.
The moment my lips were wrapped around his cock pretty much tell the story. Ricky's mouth fell open and he let out an audible gasp. Instinctively, he reached up and put a hand on the back of my head to get the rhythm going.
By the time Ricky stood up, he could tell this was going to be the bj of his lifetime and didn't hold back from pounding my throat every chance he got. Soon enough the tables were turned and Ricky was bent over on all fours while I rimmed his 19 y/o ass.
Getting Ricky up to the edge took some work, but worth every second. The build-up was so intense.
"I'm so close. Keep going," he whispered as I brought him nearer and nearer to cumming.
Ricky's face was flushed red as he gave the final word that he was going to bust. With a few more strokes, he was shooting his load all over his smooth stomach, panting and moaning as I went in to suck the last bit from his throbbing cock.