For Christmas that year I had been gifted a digital camera. I had never been much of a shutterbug but it was a cool gift and I immediately thought of what I wanted to do with it. I had been dating someone new for about a month and she was beautiful. She stood 5’4”, long chestnut hair, incredible blue eyes, and thick juicy lips. She was in her last year of college studying theater and did amateur modeling on the side. The perfect subject for my first foray into photography.
Author: s0m3thingc1ever
Trying New Things Alone [M]
In a moment of true adolescent perversion I did something that I am not quite proud of, but think about regularly. One night, when I was eighteen, I was up late and being driven crazy by hormones and horniness. It was some time after midnight when I snuck out of my bedroom and went to the partially-finished basement of my house. There were some old couches down there, a TV with an old unused VCR, and little else save for random junk and a spare refrigerator. My intent was to watch an old VHS porno I had stored away — sure I could have just gone online — but I was in a weird mood and wanted to watch some grainy, ultra-specific, slightly uncomfortable, story driven 80s porn.
When I got to the basement I turned on the TV, set the volume as low as it would go, and put the tape in to see where I had last left off, I.e. after whatever made me cum last time. The scene that must have pushed me over the edge involved a little voyeur action where one of the actors was candidly filming the other through a bedroom window. I rewound a bit hoping that whatever got me last time would get me again — hopefully calm me down a bit so I could finally get to bed. However, I found myself inspired instead. I knew I wasn’t going to get lucky and pop by a window to catch a neighbor in action, though I did wish for it, but I decided I would film myself and see what it looked like.
Road Head [MF]
It was a Saturday afternoon at the beginning of summer. My girlfriend had just joined a soccer league with a few of her friends and our manager from work. I didn’t have anything to do so I said I’d drive her to and from the match. The drive there was uneventful, normal Saturday drive conversation save for the fact that I told her that soccer was a boring sport and I had no interest in it. It didn’t quite lead to a fight, but she was disappointed to say the least. Fortunately, I stayed for the match, watched the whole thing intently, and cheered her and the team on. They were awesome, won the game, and it wasn’t as boring as I had thought. She was so excited that I stayed and showed support during the match and it really surprised me. As far as I was concerned that was what a good boyfriend should do and I told her as much. She got a look in her eye that was some sort of satisfaction tinged with mischief.
First Time [MF][Str8]
I lied to her.
We had been dating for a few weeks and it was very exciting for me. I was nineteen, awkward, inexperienced — so much so that I had never even kissed someone before. I don’t know where I found the courage to ask her out in the first place. She was a beautiful red head; had thick muscles from years of playing soccer; smart as a whip; and incredibly social and funny. I met her at work, a restaurant chain, and she was the new girl. Something in me found the confidence to ask her out and she accepted right away. I was shocked, but also completely unaware of how people perceived me. I’m 6’2”; dark hair; green eyes; athletic build. I thought that my awkwardness was my defining characteristic, but she only saw a funny guy with a cute smile.
I had organized a night of dancing with my friends — nerds that we were, we had gotten big into swing dancing at the time and made big events out of it. She was my date and the whole experience blew her away. What I saw as a nerdy night out to her was a night of dinner, dancing and laughs. She was hooked and I knew it.