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Cellist Wanted….

Posted on Aug 28, 2011

I’ve been thinking about this for a while – I want to film a scene with two hot boys fucking while being serenaded by a cellist. I’d like to do shoots with two different pieces. Bach’s Air on a G String – which seems appropriate on a number of levels. I told this to a friend of mine who thought the piece was appropriate for water sports, but I’m not so sure. I’m thinking slow and steady love making – lots of touching and slow fucking. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKb0SO-Fc_8 Cello Suite No. 1 in G – a very erotic piece with a finale that just says climax and release to me on so many levels. I’ve loved this piece for many years – and loved its use in the West Wing with Yo-Yo Ma. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwHpDOWhkGk So here is the challenge –...

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Suck it up

Posted on Aug 28, 2011

There is a boy from the Gold Coast who I have been chatting with for a couple of years, since he was 18. He has family in Melbourne but we’d never quite managed to meet up…until a few weeks ago. He had very specific requirements – he wanted to be scared. I told him I thought he could manage that. By the end he was screaming and begging. He’s seen the video from the session and thinks he sounds like a woman – but I disagree. To me it sounds like a terrified, horny, teenage boy realizing that getting what he always wanted is far scarier than he ever dreamed. He won’t let me post the video, but he’s allowed me to post one photo….and his story from the session. _____________________________________ Do I scream like a woman?! It’s a...

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Camera Shy

Posted on Aug 25, 2011

I recently did a session with a boy that was pretty hot. The photos are great but he doesn’t want them shared – even with a hood on. So I told him that the only way he was going to play with me again was if he wrote a description of what happened in the session….and here it is… ______________________________________ I looked up at his apartment window, my heart beating a million miles a minute, my cock already trying to escape the confinement of my jeans. The time was 3.50pm. “10 minutes early,” I thought. I decided to take a walk around the apartment block, heeding his warning of not arriving early. The afternoon sun of Melbourne nearly ready to clock off for the day, the busy traffic buzzing around purposefully as always, oblivious to the boy walking around...

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