PAUL’S PHOTOS || Troy

The first thing I noticed was that he wasn’t symmetrical. I made some off-handed comment about it. “Lots of work, lots of damage” was his response.  He’s a very big man in every sense. He’s been in San Francisco for five days. He moved here from a small town in Texas. There was a wonderful weightiness to him–fleshy, ample, approachable. He’s never been to a gym in his life.

He was a hired hand on an immense cattle ranch. His first job, he told me, was castrating young males. He told me this just as I crouched down to focus on his beautiful cock and balls. “Was that…challenging?” I asked him. “Nah, just a job. You do what you gotta do.”

I’ll happily admit that I was more than a little intimidated by him. He is a very big man. When I’m nervous, I always move closer to whatever makes me nervous. So I had him sit down and lift his head, exposing his neck. I took dozens of shots of him like this. Just before I shot this, I had him close his eyes. I reached out and held his neck with my open hand–ostensibly to position him carefully. As I held his neck he swallowed. The movement of his Adam’s apple under my hand was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever felt.

Playing with different poses was out of the question. He was supremely confident, but he was also wary–on the alert–being naked in a room with me and Pony. It didn’t help, probably, that Pony and I were both extremely aroused by him. His physical charisma was powerful. I knelt between his legs for this shot. “You’re very impressive,” I said. He chuckled a little and said “I trimmed down there just for you.” I was speechless.

 He’s coming back for his first porn shoot–a “solo”–in a few days.

Yours Truly – Paul Morris