Work For Hire

I got an email from a female reader who had been reading the blog about a year and a half ago.  It was an offer.

This was when I was first getting up the nerve and the courage to post an occasional video of me masturbating, couple years ago.  Hell, that was the best illustration of what this blog is about - what turns me on and how it works on my libido.  She was a part-time photographer and enjoyed the fact I was willing to expose myself, not only photographically but emotionally.

She sent one of those casual not-serious invitations, "hey if you ever want to pose for me let me know."

We stayed in touch but since she's in the San Francisco bay area it wasn't really easy to get together. But late last year I was up there to visit friends and I had let her know my schedule. I might be free to meet, even for coffee. This was not a hook-up. Although a boy can dream.

She was free on a Saturday afteroon but she told me she wasn't in sex - she, really, just wanted to photograph me nude. She liked shooting friends nude but always had a hard time finding models.  I'm not the Adonis type but I was willing and that counted for a lot. Her visual style was very spontaneous/ low-lighting/ real-people, without that porn-star tease pout shit.

I said I was game for an hour.

I met her at her apartment and she had a small studio set up in her garage. I was nervous as hell at first, still not convinced this wouldn't turn into something less high-minded. But she was serious.  She did want to see my cock hard, just take some shots for her personal portfolio.

The side window was open to let in some sun and, having seen my videos of my masturbating, she told me to touch myself like that. "Pretend I'm not here. Just enjoy how you feel when you're horny."

I stripped. I asked her if she wanted me to start with underwear on and she said only if I felt comfortable doing that.  So I just took them off.  Soon the exhibitionist in me took over and I got harder as she watched and began to photograph.

She'd seen me naked before. I'd seen her naked (in pix online). I leaned on the foam couch. Against the wall.  I decided to forget she was there and to seduce her hand-held camera.  To see that as my subject, to look into the lens and make eye contact with it. She told me to enjoy myself, to play, not to jerk off - she wasn't interested in pumping-fist. She captured an aroused male, eyes closed, hand on my stomach, cock cradled, light dappling. Legs relaxed.

I playfully offered myself to her but she only smiled. She touched me a couple times to let me know she appreciated me, just testing I guess, even as she said, "No, now..."  The curtain was open but the view across the way didn't face in. She didn't give me a blow-job.

After about 20 minutes of standing, relaxed yet on display, not quite sure what she was getting - or wanting to get - I was getting close to coming.

"I could come," I told her. "I'm pretty hot."   She said, "Okay, but go slow."

I slowly stroked myself, holding my cock with an open palm so I didn't block her view.  As I got closer I went even slower, almost in freeze-frame, until I couldn't stop myself and my ejaculate oozed in thick spurts onto myself without me moving.  The sun came down over me.

She got the shots.  She got a few more.  I asked her if these were going to be anywhere where I could see them but she said, no, they were for her own personal use.

To this day I haven't seen them.  As far as I know she hasn't posted them.

So I'm available for private parties.