Enticed Pt. 4 - Moving Pictures

This is the fourth part of the story of my time in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

While shooting the nude stills for Blaise I got the idea that I needed to make a video for him, something he could watch whenever he wanted, whenever I couldn’t be there to give him a show. Besides, why shouldn’t I join the homemade porn industry that was just starting up back then?
This was a major project I worked on each night for a couple weeks. I was trying to give him about an hour or so of me doing different things and posing in my apartment, in different clothes, standing, sitting, lying down, stripping for him -- just like the still photos. I also knew that I would need to come up with something good for a finale.
At first I was reticent about masturbating for him. But, I think we crossed and burned that bridge when I started letting him suck me dry. Still, there was something to seeing someone please themselves. And, I thought Blaise would like to see me cum by my own hand and thought that masturbation would be a good finale for my video “portrait.”
I had recently bought a camcorder and low-level editing equipment with money I’d received from a deceased aunt. The equipment wasn’t the best, but it took every penny. As a photographer, I thought videography could be a new direction I might pursue some day. So, I could consider it a professional expense on my taxes. The camcorder was bulky and heavy but it was a good model with decent features for the price.
Since it was February I had to be careful about when I did my shoots. I wanted as much natural light as possible. So, I had to shoot fast and furious when I got home early from work and when I had time alone on the weekend. I couldn’t cut our Saturdays short. But, I could take advantage of Sundays. Blaise tried to spend his Sunday afternoons with his mother.
I used my still photos as a storyboard for the video. I had taken a video production class in college. So, I was aware of cut-shots and alternating angles, and I had a reasonable handle on editing. Shooting different angles meant both the shooting and editing processes would take much longer. But the finished product would be worth it.
I shot little vignettes that, essentially, were videos of what I showed myself doing in the stills. I had a few minutes showing me pulling off a polo and sliding my hands down my chest to my jeans to slowly unbutton and unzip them. I slid them down my legs to reveal a half-hard cock bulging against tight bikini underwear. Then that slowly headed south. When I’d shot it all from one angle I got dressed again, moved the camera and did it all over again. I even did a close-up showing the point at which my bikini-covered cock first popped out of my jeans and when the bikini itself came off.
I also shot a vignette that showed me waking up in bed. The single sheet was pulled off to reveal my raging morning wood with sunlight flowing through the blinds in the background. A close-up watched as I started to lightly rub the underside of my meat laying back on my abdomen. Between my fingertips I pinched the wrinkles of my frenulum leading up to the cyclops eye and pulled and shook it. I kept stroking and playing until a drop of pre-cum showed itself. Then I dipped my fingertip into it. A cut showed me put my finger in my waiting mouth.
I shot a vignette stripping out of the cut-off jeans I’d worn to mow Blaise’s yard with close-ups of my glans peaking out one of the legs. I did a few minutes showing me vacuum my own living room in the trunks he liked so much. I ended that one with a shot of me stretched out on my couch in the wet, sheer trunks drinking a beer with a close-up of my hard cock visible through the trunks.
I had only one tripod so I chose to shoot a vignette showing me shooting my nude crotch with a 35 mm camera handheld. I was just pointing the camera at my dick and balls at different angles. But, I was actually shooting film and developed and printed that roll to work the stills into the video.
Each of the vignettes ended with me nude. The ones in which I was sitting included a few minutes of me rubbing myself to an erection and fondling my balls. That already was a bit more than I’d done for him in person.
I also did some video duplicating the still photos Blaise liked showing my smooth balls, taint and asshole. In the video he got to see me juggling my balls and sliding my fingers over the smooth skin.
I spent a couple hours each night that week editing these snippets together. It was coming together very well. But I knew I was missing something. I wanted to end this with a bang, a man-made bang. I just couldn’t think of the right place or way to do it.
The following Saturday I headed to Blaise’s house to help him clean up. The day went as it usually does. But, just as I started washing our breakfast dishes, Blaise got a call. After only a minute on the phone he came to me and said he had to leave for a couple hours. He sounded disappointed. His brother wasn’t going to be able to take their mother to the grocery store. And, she was ready to go.
He was very apologetic, but I told him not to worry about it.
“I’m almost finished here,” I said. “I’ll lock up when I’m done. Just call me later. Maybe we can get a pizza later or catch a movie.”
“That sounds good.” He brightened up instantly. I think it was the first time either of us had suggested doing anything together besides lunch or our little play dates at his house. I think we both were surprised the suggestion was mine.
The minute he closed the door an incredible idea popped into my head. I knew exactly how to finish my video.
I threw on some clothes and rushed out the door as soon as I placed the last glass in the drying rack. Ten minutes later I was back with my camcorder and tripod. I used Blaise’s hidden key to get back in and started setting up for my vignette in his house.
Just like I’d done with the still photos, I wanted to give Blaise a video record of the things we’d done together so far. So, I headed into the master bedroom and set up my camera across the bed from where I’d been standing on that first night I stripped for him. I wanted to give him the same perspective he’d had on that night. I knew I had to hurry. But even so, I shot some close-ups and alternate angles.
I also had brought the clothes -- or similar ones -- that I’d been wearing that night. I stripped slowly out of them on camera and started rubbing my cock to get it going. I stroked and played for a few minutes, making sure to get my play from multiple angles.
Then I headed quickly into the living room to shoot myself naked on the couch, rubbing and fondling. I also shot a couple minutes of close-up play in there.
Since I couldn’t shoot in a steamy bathroom, I bit the bullet and showered with water barely warm enough to allow me to get hard. First, I shot myself undressing and stepping into the shower. I jumped when the cold water hit my bare skin. But, after a minute or two, I acclimated to the temperature and got busy soaping myself up, playing with my dick and balls. I even turned around to show some ass play. There were no cut shots of the actual shower because enough was enough. But, I did shoot some cut shots of myself walking through the dining room into living room in the towel. Finally, I set up in the kitchen so Blaise would have video of me getting a beer out of the fridge and walking over to the kitchen table. I sat in a chair and put one leg up on the table letting the towel fall open. This one, of course, included plenty of video from the perspective of looking straight at my swinging dick as I sat down and the towel dropped open.
While the camera rolled, I rubbed the wet beer bottle over my meat to get it wet and started rubbing it to erection. By now I was so turned on the coldness of the bottle meant nothing. I leaned over and spit on my glans just as Blaise had done and started jacking myself. When I felt I needed more lubricant I reached for the beer and poured some on my hot cock. The cold liquid was electrifying as it ran over my shaft, down and over my balls and between my scrotum and thighs. I stroked the length of my shaft and rolled my palm over the head until I uncontrollably threw me head back, eyes clenched shut. I exploded hot streams of cum feet into the air, some landing on my stomach, some on my thighs, some even in the puddle of beer on the floor. The first few went so high they left the video frame. This was the first time I really wished I had two cameras, one to get a full view of me in the chair, and another to get a close-up of my exploding cock.
The feeling was incredible. But, even though I was sweating and my chest was heaving, I had to clean up quickly and get out before Blaise returned and caught me creating his best surprise yet.
He called me later that afternoon and we met at a local burger joint for dinner.
While we waited for our food Blaise pulled his hand out of his pocket and held his fist out to me over the table. I raised an eyebrow and slowly held out my upturned hand.
He dropped a key into my waiting palm.
“What - .”
“It’s the key to my house,” he said. “You’re welcome any time.”
“I already knew that,” I said. “But, thank you. This is -- special.”
I immediately added it to my key ring right next to my apartment key.
We ate a little more quickly than usual and spent the night at his place.
After I went home the next day, I spent a few hours editing the footage I’d shot at Blaise’s. Since I’d already edited the footage from my apartment, it didn’t take too long to have a finished product. My editing equipment was hardly what you would call high-end. But it was just good enough to do a decent job on Blaise’s video. It took extra time, but I was even able to include decent segues and fades and a soundtrack of classic rock and current songs with sexual themes; many were songs I knew he liked.
The minute I was happy with the finished product I headed to the office to use the copier to make correctly sized copies of one of my photos to replace the label of the tape and its case. I chose a shot that included only my bare torso, no face or genitals, so it wouldn’t be too suspicious if someone else happened to see it laying around. I went straight home to glue my labels on to the tape and case. I couldn’t wait for Blaise to see this! He was going to cum in his pants!
It was nearly 7 p.m. when I rang his doorbell.
“What are you doing here?” he asked pushing the door open for me. “This is an unexpected pleasure seeing you both Saturday and Sunday.”
“I have something for you,” I said. I held up the tape. “It’s a little something I’ve been working on.”
“Something else?” His eyes popped when he saw it was a video and he recognized my photo on it.
“What’s it called, ‘Hot-Ass Stud?’” he asked walking to the VCR.
I shut the door as he sat on the edge of the couch. The video opened with an image of me in my living room pulling a shirt over my head.
He didn’t even seem to notice that I sat on the end of the couch, watching him. He was motionless throughout the entire 75-minute tape. He didn’t blink. His mouth was slack and I think I saw a drop of saliva fall from his lip. At one point his left hand went to his crotch and started rubbing through his jeans.
He moaned and let out a long breath when he saw me put a pre-cum covered fingertip in my mouth.
“Oh, I know those shorts,” he said a couple minutes later.
“Holy shit!” His exclamation could’ve been heard outside when he realized I’d shot some of the video in this house, in his house, without his knowledge. “Wait! This is exactly what we’ve done!”
“This is amaz - .” He stopped breathing when he saw me jacking off in his kitchen. He reached over and grabbed my thigh when my image poured beer on its dick.
By the time he saw the closing close-up image of my cum mixing with beer on his floor his chest was heaving.
“Oh. My. God!” he yelled getting up from the couch. There was a sizeable wet spot visible on his shorts. I think he did cum in his pants.
“This is amazing!” He said, dropping back on to the couch to hit Rewind.
“When did you do this?” he asked finally looking over at me. “How did you do this?”
“Well, most of it was shot at my apartment a little at a time over the last couple weeks,” I said. I was starting to pull my shoes off.
“You spent two weeks on this?”
“I shot the footage here yesterday after you left.”
“Yesterday? How did you get all this done so quick? This is amazing!”
“I already had everything done except what I shot here,” I explained, pulling my shirt off. “Adding that in wasn’t too difficult. I did that this afternoon. And, I just made the labels at the office a little while ago.”
As soon as the tape was rewound, Blaise hit play again, his eyes never leaving the screen.
While he was occupied, I went to the bathroom, showered off quickly and returned in my trademark folded towel. I brought a hand towel, wet wash cloth, and small bottle of lube with me. I spread out on the end of the couch with the towel draped loosely over my crotch. Now that he had watched me jack off on tape, I supposed it was time he watched me do it in person.
I started rubbing my balls first. I knew he probably would finish the tape before he remembered the real me was in the room. So, I wanted to go slow, but be ready when he finally noticed me again. By the end of the second showing, I had walked naked to the kitchen without him ever seeing that I had nothing on and was already half hard.
He finally looked over at me as he hit the Rewind button for the second time. I think his hand was shaking.
“Shit! When did the hot-ass stud get naked?”
“While you were pre-occupied I had a shower and a beer,” I said, stroking my cock. “I was thinking that, now that you’ve seen me manhandle myself on tape, you might want to watch it in person.”
Some sort of animal, guttural moan came from his throat as he stared at my groin and the hand that was fondling it.
“I’d rather watch this in bed if you don’t mind.”
“Let’s go,” I said and walked out.
I was sitting up with one knee up and the other leg spread wide as I started lightly stroking my cock again. Blaise lay across the foot of the bed facing my groin. He was close enough for me to drape one leg over his hips. I had brought the towel and wash cloth with me.
I rubbed and stroked and pinched my frenulum again just like the video. And, when pre-cum showed up it went straight to my mouth. As the pleasure built I watched his face and his eyes as they watched my hand move up and down. I squeezed a little lube into my hand and slid my butt down some as my breath became more labored. I reached around my raised leg to rub my taint and asshole with one hand while I squeezed more lube on my glans with the other. I started massaging the lube into my meat moaning and grunting a little with each stroke. Blaise was rubbing my shin with one hand. I couldn’t see the other, but I could feel something else moving just out of my sight. I was a little surprised he still was dressed.
Watching him, seeing the lust in his eyes, it didn’t take long for me to get to that familiar point where I throw my head back and start convulsing. My cum streamed high into air and landed on my stomach and chest. I continued pumping it out with one hand as I spread it over my skin with the other.
I let Blaise clean my cock, balls and chest with my wash cloth. His light rubbing with the cloth turned into light rubbing with his hand. In spite of having just exploded and being incredibly sensitive, his careful attention was having an effect as my dick was visibly gaining strength again.
“Now, I want to see you do that,” I said. “Tit for tat. Let me watch you abuse yourself.”
He raised his eyebrows as if to say something. But, just got up and pulled his shirt off. I shifted my position so I could better watch him undress.
He bent down and pulled his shoes and socks off, then slid his pants down. He was wearing bikini underwear just like mine that barely restrained his hard cock.
“Do you want me to do it standing here?” he asked. “Or, can I lay down?”
“Please.” I said sliding over to make room for his nude form.
He lay down and started stroking himself. He seemed nervous.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Are you nervous?”
“I don’t know why,” he said, clearly glad I said something first. “It isn’t like I’m not doing anything you didn’t just do. And, given everything else we’ve done - .”
I lay my hand on his bare thigh. I could see he really was nervous for some reason.
“How about if I take your mind off it by giving you something to watch and concentrate on?” I added.
I sat up with my legs crossed in front of me so he could have an unobstructed view of my cock again. I reached down and started rubbing my own member as he started to stroke his own.
For a long moment his eyes didn’t leave my limp dick just like before. I knew it was going to take a while for me to get anywhere. But, I knew watching me would make it easier on him. I have to admit I was a little intrigued. I’d never watched another man do this -- on video or in person.
After a few minutes I lay one hand on his thigh. He caught his breath when he felt my touch and reciprocated by rubbing a hand up my thigh almost to my hip.
“It looks like you need some lube. Do you want my bottle? Or, should I give you some of mine?” I leaned down so close my lips nearly touched his glans and spit on his cock.
His eyes were wide when I rose back up. He began jacking himself furiously.
From the rate of Blaise’s breathing, I could only assume he was close. Having never watched him masturbate before, I had no idea what his response would be. My own cock was responding to the show and my own stroking.
I let him watch me lean down close to my own growing meat and spit on the head. Then, I got up on my knees next to him as I continued jacking my spit-wet cock. He alternated between staring at my now throbbing dick and running his eyes up my chest to meet my gaze. I could see the lust in his eyes and assumed he could see the same in mine. Once he leaned over and licked my glans while staring into my eyes.
That was nearly all it took and I doubled over as I started to tremble. I was close enough to my friend that my head lay on his shoulder and my glans nearly touched his left arm as my convulsions started. Then I felt him shake, as well.
Just as my first jet of cum shot across his skin he exploded spraying his own hot white fluid into the air. He grunted loudly between labored breaths. I was unconsciously drooling on his shoulder. My cock was draining across his bare chest.
We didn’t move until we both were empty and sweating, our breathing still heavy but slowing. I still rested my head on his bare shoulder. He leaned his over on to mine.
Before I lifted my head I reached over and handed him the hand towel. As I lifted my head from his shoulder I kissed his shoulder.
He immediately turned toward me. His nose brushed my hair and forehead. I looked up to see what he was doing. Half a second later his lips were on mine.
It was tender, smooth and sweet. In its way it was innocent and loving. My left hand landed on his chest while we kissed. I ignored my white goo and continued the kiss.
After a minute of this I pulled back and slid off the bed. I was suddenly thirsty. I asked if he wanted anything. He said was going to take a shower. He wore all of my sticky load on his chest and some of his own.
When he came to the living room I was sitting on the couch shirtless in my jeans. In my haste to deliver Blaise’s video, I hadn’t thought to bring anything else. He was surprised to see that I’d found one of his gay porn videos.
“I wanted to see how mine stacks up,” I said.
“Nothing I’ve ever seen holds a candle to yours,” he said, dropping down right beside me. “And, I mean everything of yours!”

I beat Blaise home one Friday a couple weeks later and decided to make good use of the key he gave me.
Thirty minutes later, he walked in to find me waiting for him on the couch. I’d showered and redressed in the unlikely event he wanted to go out.
“I like this,” he said. “It’s nice having someone waiting for me at home.”
I was right; he didn’t want to leave the house again. But, we decided on Chinese for dinner. I agreed to go get it since neither of the two Chinese restaurants in town delivered.
By the time I returned, Blaise also had showered and was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. I rarely saw the pants. If we wore anything to bed, it was just underwear or shorts.
After we ate, Blaise said he’d always wondered what I would look like in pajama pants. He thought the look was sexy on the right men. And, he expected me to be the right man.
I disappeared into the bedroom returning a couple minutes later in nothing but a pair of his pants.
“I was right,” he said watching me walk across the living room. “That’s hot.”
“So, is this my new lounging outfit?” I asked.
“Sometimes.”
A bit later Blaise’s hand was massaging my cock through his pants as I sat beside him. I spread my legs to give him better access at the same time I crossed my arm over his to reach into his own pants.
He responded faster than I did. So, I shifted around and pulled his dick out. He slid down and leaned back to enjoy my ministrations. I had him breathing heavy with his eyes closed before we realized he still was wearing his shirt and pants.
I had him stand so I could take them off of him. Our lips met briefly as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt. His straining cock bounced when I pulled his pants and bikini brief over it all at once. I bobbled it a little myself like a meat bobble-head before I pushed him back down to the couch.
I leaned down and gave the swollen head of his dick a long, wet lick and then dribbled spit on to it for lubrication. He moaned deeply.
I used both hands on him, spinning them in opposite directions on his shaft as I stroked. When I felt his thighs begin to tremble, I reached over with one hand and grabbed my cold, wet beer bottle.
He jumped and gasped when I returned my cold, wet hand to his hot cock. He just smiled back when he saw the devilish look in my eye.
I rolled the palm of one hand over his glans and twisted the other around his shaft until he began thrusting his hips against my hands. I cupped my hands over his pumping head to catch his cum just like he used to do me. I let it run back down his shaft into his thick bush.
I grabbed his shirt to begin cleaning him off. He was moaning a little as he tried to control his breathing.
“I’ve always wondered,” I started to ask while I cupped his balls in my hand. “Whenever you take care of me and you disappear into the bathroom, do you swallow or spit me out?”
He suddenly looked down at me, his chest still rising and falling visibly.
“I swallow every drop of that sugar you give me,” he said, proudly. “You taste better than any I’ve ever had.”
“Then why do you run off to the bathroom to do it?”
“I was afraid seeing me swallow might freak you out,” he admitted.
“There you go again. You've been saying that all year.”
“I’ve been swallowing you from the beginning,” he said. “I was licking your cum off my hands from the very first time. That’s when I was really afraid of freaking you out. I guess it just became a habit.”
“So, even when you just jack me off and you go to the bathroom to get a towel, you’re licking all over your hands?”
“Hell, yeah! My hot-ass stud is finger-licking good!”
“Well, no more running off to the bathroom,” I demanded. There still was one a sizeable wad of his goo on his hip. I made a show of wiping it off with a forefinger as I got up and sucked it into my mouth.
“Next time I want to watch,” I said heading to the bathroom.
When I returned I had a wash cloth for the sticky goo I couldn’t get with his shirt, a fresh beer for me and cold whiskey for Blaise. He kept his whiskey in the refrigerator so he didn’t have to deal with ice.
“You going to explain that little stunt a minute ago? And, that lick before that?”
“Thought you might need some encouragement,” I said as I wiped him down.
“That would encourage me to do just about anything,” Blaise said. “Now, get them pants off. It’s your turn. Or, maybe it’s my turn.”
“Nope,” I said. I reached down and grabbed our drinks and walked out. “You can have your turn in the bedroom.”
I almost had the bed turned down by the time he entered the room. He watched me push the pajama pants down and saw that I hadn’t been wearing underwear all night.
“I love it when you go commando,” he said.
“I have another question.” I was standing in front of him as he stared at my manhood.
“I pump a fair amount into your mouth. How are you holding all of it in your mouth? You keep me in your mouth until I’m completely finished.”
“Well, I have to swallow some as I go because you’re a fucking cum factory. But, you’re always too pre-occupied to notice,” he said. He had begun rubbing my hips and belly with his hands looking up at me. “Even if you were watching closely, the motion of the throat looks about the same whether you’re swallowing or sucking.”
Now nude for him, I lay on the bed, my friend’s hands gliding over my body as soon as I was settled.
He kissed his way from my mouth down my chest to my pubic hair where his hand already was squeezing my cock tightly. He moved around to hover over me for better access. I pushed my legs apart and thrust my hips forward. I was ready for his mouth.
He lowered his head to my shaft and licked from the base to the tip. Once there he pushed his tongue roughly into my hole. My ass clenched and I pushed against his tongue eager for more.
He swallowed me as far as he could and began stroking me with his tongue against my shaft, gliding up and down as he bobbed his head. He reached under me and pushed a thumb against my asshole. I tried to relax so he could do more. But, every time the tip of his tongue hit my frenulum I clenched up again.
With his free hand he grabbed my shaft at the base. He positioned his thumb against my thick vein on the underside and began rubbing it side to side, flattening it each time his thumb ran over it.
Then he pulled my glans out of his mouth but let his lips close tightly over it as it slid out. The sensation made me throb in his hands. He pushed me back in through his tight lips to make me jump again. Now it was a game and he fucked my glans in and out with his lips tightly closed against it. I couldn’t take anymore and loudly announced it.
Blaise already knew how much time he had between when my cock began to throb and my ass clenched and the point at which I actually exploded. He took advantage of the lag time by continuing his intense abuse of my cockhead. He pushed me deep into his mouth half a second before I emptied my balls.
I tried to look down to watch him. But, I could see only the top of his head.
Remembering my recent command, he looked up at me and opened his mouth to show me he was full of my white semen. Then he closed his mouth, swallowed hard and visibly, and opened his mouth again to show me it wasn’t a magic trick.
I dropped my head back to the bed and he sucked my sensitive dick back into his mouth to get every last drop as I shrank.
Breathing heavily, he crawled up over me to drop on to the bed.
My hand immediately went to his meat. It was flaccid, but the head was wet from him having leaked pre-cum while pleasing me.
“That might be your best work, yet,” I said. “Think you can handle some handling?”
I felt him nod against my arm on the bed. He still was breathing too heavily to speak.
“Let’s go to the couch,” I suggested, “where you’ve manhandled me so many times.”
I pushed him down into his usual spot when we made it to living room. I dropped to my knees in front of him and began caressing his groin.
When he was finally hard again, I licked over his cock for lube, making him moan again. The moans he gave me when I did that sounded almost pleading. Now that he was slick, I began jacking him again quickly building speed to a strong, forceful pump. I wanted him to cum hard and fast.
As his passion built, I looked up to his face. I stared deeply into his brown eyes as I forced his sperm out. In his ecstasy his eyes closed involuntarily. Then he would force them open again. He liked to watch me work as much as I liked to watch him.
I rose up and licked his glans again just a second before I felt his load flowing through him. When he started cumming I made no attempt to catch it. Instead I aimed his cock at my chest just inches away and sprayed every drop into my red hair.
“Fuck! That’s hot!” he grunted breathlessly just as I ran three fingers through his goo.
“No,” I said, sticking my fingers into my mouth and pulling them out clean with a loud smack. “This is hot!”
I went straight to the shower, leaving Blaise to recover from both my hard, fast handjob and from the sight of me eating another huge wad of his cum.
A while later we huddled in his bed.
“Do you mind if I leave some clothes here?” I had brought a bag as I usually did. But this week I made sure to put enough in it for several days. “I spend most of my weekends here, anyway. It doesn’t make much sense to have to bring a bag every week.”
“Please!” He was excited by the suggestion. “You can have the dresser in the other bedroom. It’s empty and just waiting for you to fill it up.
“Like my mouth.”