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Model 4
by Don bellew
Jimmy is a fireman in Walker County, the next county west from Birmingham. Born and raised in a small town, did two years at a state junior college. History major and a Civil War buff. He’s twenty eight, married seven years, two kids. He’s six foot, one, a hundred and eighty three pounds of lean, lanky country boy. He told me on the phone he didn’t have a long dick but it was probably the thickest I’d ever see.
When he came over I asked him, I always ask them, what made him respond to the ad.
“I donno, few of us was laughing about it at work. Somebody brought in one of those Metro magazines, had your ad in it? And just talking about getting your picture put up on the Internet, naked, you know? And I said I’d do it. They didn’t believe me, kinda called me on it. Made it like a dare, I guess. I donno,” he shook his head.
“So, you just called me on a dare?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Two guys were standing right there when I called, that first time? I mean, I said I’d do it … like, I didn’t see no problem going naked on the web, letting people see me jerk off … but I doubt I’d have called if they hadn’t give me a hard time about it. Guess I had to, then, huh?”
“Wait,” I told him. “You don’t have to do this, okay? If you’d rather not …”
“No, I want to, really! Just probably wouldn’t have called other wise. Now I’m here, hell, let’s do it. I’m looking forward to it, you know? Already told my wife I was gonna do it. She thought I was kidding, too. She said nobody wanted to see my flat ass, anyway!” he chuckled and glanced up at me. His eyes begged reassurance.
“She’s wrong, Jimmy. I’m guessing about a million people want to see your bare ass and maybe twice that many just want to see your dick. You’re a good looking guy; I don’t have to tell you that--do I?”
“Well, it sounds good, anyway. But I ain’t like them bodybuilders and models. I’m just an average guy, shit. But I’ve seen plenty of naked men on the web and I ain’t ashamed of what I got. Hell--might as well show it off. Damn few people ever have seen it.” he grinned.
“You’re a fireman, right? I guess all the other men see you in the shower. They ever kid you about it? Make jokes?”
“What? About my dick? Nawh. It don’t look like nothing when it’s soft. They never seen me with a hard on, though. I bet I’ll hear about it after these pictures go up.” He let his brows bounce up and down, a cute little expression.
“You don’t have to tell them where to find it. I doubt any of them would go to my website normally. It’s labeled as a gay site … you know that, don’t you?”
“But you said it was called ’naked straight men’, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct. It’s a site for women and gay men but we get a lot more men than women according to the guest book.”
“Well, I ain’t gay but I don’t care who looks at me. Hell, I’ll tell ‘em where to find it. Just looking don’t much matter, does it?”
“No, not at all--gay men probably look at you every day and you don’t even know it.”
He grinned. “Sometimes I know it. I’ve seen a few guys look me over. Women don’t want you to catch them looking, but the gays? Hell, they run their eyes all over you and just smile. I guess they want you to notice them!”
“Well, yeah … sometimes. They’re sort of asking if you’re available.”
“I figured that. I never smile back at them or nothing, like I wanted them to come over and talk … and you know what? I never had a gay guy come right out and hit on me. I’ve heard other guys say they did …”
“Probably because you’re so big, Jimmy! Damn, nobody wants to get their face busted up!”
He laughed with me. “Guess not.”
“If a gay man did hit on you, would you get angry? Defensive? You wouldn’t hit him, would you?”
“Me? No way, man. I donno… I’d try and turn him down nice, polite … I guess. It wouldn’t bother me or nothing. I’ve had women ask me out, women I didn’t want to go with, you know? I was always polite. Nice to know somebody thinks you’re hot, right?”
“I agree. Wish I had more people hitting on me. It’s never been my kind of problem!”
He grinned, “Me neither, not much. Only about two fat girls ever asked me out, okay? One of them asked me to go to church with her … not sure that was hitting on me.”
“Yeah, it was!”
He laughed, loud. “That’s what I thought, too!”
“Well, are you relaxed now? Ready to take off your clothes?”
“I’ll take off my clothes but I sure as hell ain’t relaxed!” He began unbuttoning his shirt. “Right here in front of you? You ready to start?”
“Sure. I’ll shoot some pictures while you undress … get you used to the camera. What do you mean, not relaxed? Are you still worried about it?”
“Huh!” He exclaimed with a chest deep shutter. “Scared shitless!”
“You don’t look it. You hide it pretty good.”
“Yeah, but inside I’m shaking like a leaf.” He kicked off his shoes, stood to drop his pants. He wore white briefs, Fruit Of The Loom. Very down-home, really innocent looking. He peeled them down with no coyness, absolutely natural. Nothing coy about that dick, either.
“Hey, that thing’s not scared!” It was half filled, thick and semi hard.
“Oh, I’m turned on; sure enough … maybe that’s why I’m scared, huh?”
“Do you always get turned on when you get naked?”
“No. It’s being here, you watching … knowing it turns you on … you know. Hey, I can see you’re turned on, okay?” He let his gaze shift meaningfully to my fully tented fly. “And knowing lots of people will see this … they’ll be looking at this and … getting off, I guess?”
“Yeah. Think about that; maybe a million people getting off by looking at a picture of your dick. That’s a big turn on, huh?”
“Yeah--big time!” He was quickly stripped, one hand squeezed and tugged at his dick. “Do I sit down or what?”
“Just get comfortable … sit, lean back, what ever makes you feel best.”
“Usually, when I crank it? I’m lying down. Like on my bed, you know?” He leaned way back, pushed his legs out.
“You can turn sideways, lay down on the couch if you want.”
“How’s this?” He laid his head back on the arm, propped one foot on the opposite end and one foot on the floor--all the time he was slow-stroking his dick. It was already standing up and developing thick ridges down each side. The bluish veins stood out like ropes looping around it. The darker head tilted towards his belly, like a cap set at a jaunty angle.
“Yeah, that’s great.” I kneeled down on the floor. I had to brace my hands on one knee; the camera was shaking from my tense excitement. His eyes swung back and forth, the camera and his fat dick. He pressed one hand down hard on his bush, the other grasped his shaft. It was so thick his fingers didn’t meet around the girth of it. Awesome! It was much thicker at the base, narrowed near the end. It reminded me of a missile or a rocket ship from a Buck Rogers comic book. Nothing sleek about it, though. It was rough looking, thickly knotted and gnarly as an ancient apple tree. In spite of Jimmy’s sweet and laid back personality, this cock of his looked mean and hostile. Think Coke bottle, wrapped with electric cables, covered with wet pink silk … that’s close. Only this thing was not so harsh, more organic and … more demonic, too. Couldn’t imagine anybody letting him stick that up their ass hole! Have to be really into pain … but I wondered how much of it I could cram in my mouth. I also wondered what the texture would feel like to my lips, my tongue.
I snapped off the pictures slowly, taking time to gaze around the camera, watch him up close and intimately personal! He was breathing hard, his whole body tensed and focused. He jerked it fast and tight then slacked off, running his palms over his inner thighs, his chest. He was enjoying himself, no hurry. No nervous grin, no shy smile. He couldn’t be the naive innocent he claimed to be. I watched his face, the intent gaze of his eyes on his own cock. It was like … but he caught my gaze, held it with a prolonged stare deep into mine before he returned to his fist action. For a second … felt like an hour! … I’d had that magic connected feeling, you know? By looking right into my eyes without flinching he’d shared something, opened his interior space and allowed me inside. I was still watching his face when he looked back at me.
“You got enough? Can I cum, now?”
“Uh … caught me off guard, unthinking … Sure, if you’re ready?”
“I been ready!” he groaned. One more furious round of strokes, no more than a dozen quick flicks and he spurted. Like a geyser, it blasted up in an arc over his belly and scattered streamers of creamy jism in five or six separate jets. His head dropped back to the arm of the couch and he seemed to deflate, his whole body. He went still except for the slow rise of his chest in labored sighs. I snapped off a couple of shots as his melting cock leaked a final drizzle over his fist and into his thin bush.
Now the smile grew on his face. Eyes still closed, brows raised high, and his smile announced his contentment and pleasure. “Aaaaah!” he whispered. “Is that it?”
“Yes. You did great!”
“Yeah, I know. I’m good at it … got a lot of practice!” He sat up, ran a palm down over his juice and spread it across his belly. He grinned at me. “So it won’t drip off, you know?” He stood, “Can I get a shower?”
“Of course. This way …” I led him to my bedroom and pointed out the bathroom door. “Can I get a few more shots while you shower?”
“Sure. I don’t care. Shower in a crowd all the time, don’t even seem private … Hey?” He turned to look at me, studied my face.
“What is it?”
“You never even touched me …? I just figured … you being gay and all … I thought you might want to touch me, maybe even blow me. I thought that’s probably why you do this stuff … get guys up here and take their clothes off, get them turned on … You never do anything with them? If you wanted …?” He paused, unsure.
“Most of the guys don’t want me to do anything,” I told him. “I mean, sometimes a guy will ask me to suck it for him, to get him hard and ready, you know? But usually, no … I just take the pictures and watch.”
He was in the shower, then, but he still watched me, kept the conversation going. “Is that your thing, then? Just watching? You rather watch than do anything?” He was serious, trying to understand.
“I do like watching, and I like pictures and porno, all that … I like real sex, too. Mostly, though, I jerk off. Real sex and dealing with real people, it can be a hassle, you know?”
“Don’t I know!” he grinned. “Me and the old lady, we fuck about once a month. Same ol’ same ol’ … but I check out the web and jerk off about three nights a week! I’m the same way, see? I could go out and pick up some strange, sure … but that’s asking for problems, right? Anyway, I can do me real good, anytime! Only …” His eyes came back to me with a grin.
“Only what?”
“Only, I was kinda expecting you to blow me … when this first started up, you know? I figured that’s what you’d want and I was gonna let you do it. Maybe a little disappointed you didn’t, maybe. You didn’t want to?”
“Of course I wanted to … what a question!”
“Make a deal with you … this ain’t part of the picture deal, okay? You got to put the camera down.”
“Okay, what’s the deal?” This sounded interesting. I put the camera on the vanity cabinet.
“How about you jerk off while I watch … see how it feels, huh?” he grinned. “I never seen another guy do it, seen pictures, not the real deal …”
“I don’t know, Jimmy … I had to pay you to do it, remember?”
“The money was for the pictures. I’d let you watch me jerk off for free … well, after I got to know you, I would have … I liked that part, just the pictures that made me nervous.”
“Why would you want to see me do it? Does the idea turn you on or …”
“Hell yeah!” He shrugged. “So maybe I’m a little gay, huh? I don’t want to get fucked up the ass or nothing like that, Jesus! But watching a man jerk off, cum splashing all over him? Yeah, that’s a turn on. Heavy duty, man! Anyway … I was thinking … I might …” He stopped, hesitated.
“What?”
“I was thinking I’d probably get hard again, watching you? And maybe this time you could suck me off, that’s all.” He gave me an impish grin, grabbed his cock for emphasis.
So I did, he did … we did. It was wonderful. Sorry, no pictures of that part!
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