Marcus is spending a fair amount of time in New York this summer.
This is a real boon all around, as our kids get time together, and Marcus and I get time together.
Plus, of course, Marcus is a big hit at the sex parties.
For me, the greatest advantage is that my longtime best friend boyfriend is now a serious contender to be my summer boyfriend.
Marcus and I were together last week when he decided he must acquire a digital camera that very day.
We took our collective ignorance about digital cameras to a knowledgeable sales person. Marcus asked all the right questions.
“And what does this button do?” Marcus asked, holding a camera recommended by our fellow.
“That allows you to make short videos.”
“Oh,” Marcus nodded. “So I could, for example, make a video of myself jerking off, and post it to a website?”
“Uh, yes, you could do that, sure.”
“Great. I think this is the one I want. Does it have a leather carrying case?”
When we got home, Marcus was ready to play with his new toy—by aiming it at his old toy.
“Take off your clothes,” he directed. “I need a model.”
“You are the director,” I agreed, unzipping. “Just give me a few that I can use at my blog. You know, photos of me that don’t reveal my features in any detail.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re the shy boy. Go stand by the window.”
Marcus is a natural talent as a photo director.
After snapping a few of me at the window, he told me to sprawl face down on the bed.
“Okay, legs apart . . . good. Now bring your right leg up . . . good. Raise your ass . . . okay, now shift your weight to the left . . . good!”
He showed me the results.
“Wow, I have a great ass!”
“These will come in handy if you ever become a bottom,” he grinned. “Okay, let’s get some of your torso.”
Marcus directed me to lay back on the bed.
“Let’s try a few with your arms back . . . good. Now, drape an arm over your chest, whichever arm, doesn’t matter . . . good. Okay, let’s see some with your cock hard.”
Holding the camera in his right hand, he leaned over and took my cock deep into his mouth. I was instantly hard.
“Great, good!” he snapped away. “Now, hold it in your fist . . . nice!” I grabbed my cock in two fists, so that only the head showed. “Hot! Very good. Now squeeze it . . . nice.”
He moved me around the apartment. He moved furniture, placing me here and there.
He alternated between responsibilities as director and fluffer.
At the end of the session, we reviewed the results. He had clicked his shutter about two hundred times.
“You’re hot, Jefferson!”
“Credit the camera, not the model.” Some of the photos had very sexy poses. Mostly, they looked too much like me for me to be a fair judge.
The majority were pretty darned explicit.
Still, we found two that I might use for this blog. One of them will wind up as my new profile picture.
Do you have preference, readers?
There’s this one of my silhouette against a window.
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It certainly makes me look like one tough mutha’, doesn’t it? I like that the pose is a rip off of a photo that Dacia used on her original site—imitation being the sincerest form of plagiarism.
Then there is this photo.
Now, ain’t that sweet? Here’s the smile you want to see on the next pillow when you wake up in the morning.
Let me know what you think by voting on the poll below. I mean, after all, you’ve got to look at this thing, so you may as well weigh in.
I may even take your suggestions.
Tough or sweet?
Results: Tough or sweet?