This stance is exactly how he felt. Straight, self-confident, aggressive but open. It was hard at first to imagine that he would actually take all of his clothes off for me. When I turned away and said “Ok, time to get naked” I half expected him to say “You’re kidding, right? I’m not doing that.”
He stripped immediately. He turned out to be extremely obliging but also extremely guarded. I had to keep telling him that I wanted him to look right into the camera. He kept looking at Clay, as if he needed assurance.
He reminded me of the jocks I was always in love with in high school. And he posed as though he was weighing in for a sport. The fact that he was being photographed almost seemed to confuse him, throw him off.
This might sound odd, but I was acutely aware of being a man photographing a man. Interestingly enough, although there absolutely zero sexual tension in the room, I’ve never worked with a man who touched his cock so much. I finally had him sit down and put his hands behind him. I joked “Unless, of course, you want to get hard.”
Well, it was a half joke. It’s what I wanted, of course. But I couldn’t just ask for it.
When he put his arms up, there was a slight smell of sweat, of nerves, of masculinity.
His expression perfectly expresses the ambiguity of the shoot.
At the end of the shoot I grabbed one of the dog’s toys and put it in his hand. It confused him, but he finally relaxed.
We were finished and I turned off the lights. He said “Leave it dark and I’ll get a hard-on for you.”
The rest was easy.
Enjoy – Paul Morris