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By Robert Chandler, July 17, 2011 7:01 PM

I’m starting to put up new erotic stories in the Fantastic Foreskin members’ area. Gay Storyman wrote a great tale based on my model Calvin and his adventures as an escort. It’s really hot! (I did the drawing. Yay!) Here’s a sample:

No one would have guessed, he thought, as he tossed back his wavy dark hair and plopped himself down in his comfortable easy chair. Kicking off his Nike runners, he leaned back, smiling that satisfied smile he always got after a successful evening plying his trade. He made his living selling his body to men for money.
It really had been easy tonight and his smile grew as he felt the wad of cash in his tight jean pocket. Calvin, as his dates knew him, let his sleepy eyes stare out at the darkened room. Only a small candle flickered on the table in front of him. He liked to relax after a night of satisfying others– and reaping the benefits. And boy, were there benefits! He could feel it in his pocket as he dug down to pull out the wad of bills, then tossing them onto the side table. His eyes crinkled a bit as he unbuttoned his jeans, opening them up wide while reaching for the remote control.
Flicking the on button, he selected the pay per view channel. He imagines what his “dates” would think as he turned on some herero porn. Calvin wasn’t gay, but 100% straight. He liked pussy and tits but he was good at what he did. His regulars liked it that way. It was all part of their fantasy. And it left Calvin with all of the power. These clients were impressed by his lack of affection. Oh, he could turn on the charm for the right guy– and right price, but most just enjoyed his bad-boy attitude and his dominant nature. He could dominate even the most aggressive top into submitting to his whims and his needs. They thought the straight guy with the ultimate fantasy and he loved their cash. And they paid very well, thank you!

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By Robert Chandler, July 2, 2011 10:30 AM

Calvin was my first guy. The first guy I photographed naked. The first man I filmed jacking off. Calvin took my porn virginity.

I was determined to be a pornographer. I’d been talking about it for a while and I knew I had to pull the trigger. I decided (I can’t remember why) to go to San Francisco to do my first shoot. I used Rentboy to find my first batch of models. I found Calvin (for his hair and foreskin), Charles Rod (huge uncut dick) and Conner Habib (sexy and fun attitude). I stayed at a cheap little Travelodge, not too far from The Castro, San Francisco’s gay neighborhood.

I was so nervous the night before. I don’t know if I slept much at all that night. I wanted to have some authority during the shoot. I wanted the models to think I knew what I was doing. Calvin showed up and I was really nervous. I’d made a checklist. Release form. Check. Copy ID. Check. I ran Calvin through my shoot plan and we got down to it. I did an interview with him. He was cool and relaxed. Almost cocky and arrogant, but never crossing the line. I photographed him naked with my Canon Elph point-and-shoot camera. I just wanted the pictures to be in-focus! I remember his grey boxer-briefs were stretched and worn.

He didn’t really care about looking sexy. He didn’t need to care. He radiated sex! I was getting extremely turned on. My pants were tenting out seven inches in front of me. Calvin started jerking off. I remember that his balls were bouncing as he stroked. I didn’t ever remember seeing balls bouncing like that. I wanted to grab his cock and give it a stroke. Just a little one. Just a sample. But I remained professional. I had a bigger responsibility. I had to ignore the wet tent in my jeans and capture this beautiful man’s moment, his beauty, for everyone out there. No matter what happens to Calvin from then on out, I was preserving him in his sensual prime. But man! I wanted to throw my clothes off and jump him. But I focused. Gotta get him from a few angles. Let me get a close up. Let me go wider. How long can I hold a shot and keep the audience interested? Stop for some still photos. Hope these come out good. DAMN I WANT TO SUCK HIM!

I got through the shoot. Calvin left my room and left me with a rock-hard raging boner. I was happy. If I was that hard, I knew anyone watching the video will be turned-on too. Something was working.

When I went through the footage, I was thrilled. Calvin looked stunning in the light. Later, when I was converting Real Guys Exposed to Fantastic Foreskin, I went through and re-cut all my clips, making sure they were as good as they could be. I watched Calvin undress and stroke all over again and got hard, just like I did that March day in that cheap, gaudily-colored San Francisco hotel room.

I knew I had I captured magic and I knew I’d never forget my first!