It was a completely off day for me. I was in a bad mood, not interested in photographing anyone. And I’d shot Vince several times before, so there was none of the ‘first time’ excitement for me.
Nevertheless, he’s always a surprise. I was amazed to see that he was playing chess on his phone.
Usually he’s full of restless nervous energy. Today was different. He was quiet, reserved. He seemed to be just going through the motions, doing what he knew he was supposed to do.
As long as I’ve known Vince, he’s been a hustler–in the nicest sense of the word. If the money is there, he’ll happily let you suck his cock. But today he started off by covering himself in a completely uncharacteristic way.
I finally asked what was going on with him. His girlfriend is six months pregnant. They’re living in a single room in the Tenderloin. No kitchen, shared toilet in the hallway. Neither he nor the girlfriend have a job.
Usually he almost immediately gets an erection. He loves attention and is proud of his cock and his big balls. Today that wasn’t the case. He reached under his leg, lifted his soft cock and let me snap this shot.
He told me that he wanted to get hard for me and that it would happen if we put on some (straight) porn. Trevor obliged and we waited. I left the room for a few minutes and when I came back Trevor looked at me and shrugged as if to say “It ain’t gonna happen.”
I had Vince get into a squatting position. I walked behind him to get this shot. Usually he wouldn’t allow me to videotape or photograph his ass. Today it was not only not a problem, he actually said “You like what you see back there?”
I said “Yes. A lot.”
At this point I had Trevor leave the room. And the devilish hustler Vince was back. This was the man whose motto had always been “I’m working as hard as I can, to do as little as I can, as long as I can.”
This Vince I knew how to work with.
Not much later, Vince was relaxed and happy and proud of his virility. He said “Those balls are legend, man.” He has a thick Bronx accent.
“You got the balls, Vince,” I said. “No doubt about it.” I paid him significantly more than I usually pay models. I have a strong feeling that for just a little while he’d forgotten all about his pregnant girlfriend.
Or had I just been hustled by the best? Either way, we were both satisfied with the shoot.