James’ girl seduced him the night before the shoot (as he was trying to save it up). Asking him if he'd ever messed around with a guy, he emphatically said he no. I'm a sucker for a hairy guy, but a bad-boy, thin, hairy guy wet cradling his own balls? I'm a goner. He got into it, contracting his entire body--when he shot off... damn... in his chest hair. Damn! There was something about the sunlight and Michael's jeans; his shirt and his chest underneath.
One word—awesome! In the shower—I wish I was the soap! Curb appeal—Lucca! Great personality, two girlfriends and a Masters degree. Eager, attractive, straight, and over 18! He was a stripper at a bachelorette party ending up jerking off for the girls while they taped it. Growing up a military brat, he went straight into the Marines, and one time waking up to find a bud of his of ten years giving him a blow job. His ass was all I could focus on... it was just so fuckable. I kept telling him to bend over more, and finally... it was more than I could resist.
