Monday, January 02, 2017

Outside Video Shoot

Let's just say that my 2017 resolution is to be more consistent as a blogger.  Feel free to call me out on it when that does not happen. 



He answered my CL ad. I was in a mood and wanted a good video of me sucking cock. Normally I take ok video of me doing such a thing, but it’s usually on the fly and usually have to gain permission at the moment. I wanted this a little more set-up if possible.

I have been getting pics or video long enough that I can multitask, and I can almost guarantee that I can suck cock and hold a camera better than a guy that is getting sucked. You’d think these people have never held a phone / camera before. Or seen porn.

Still, in a way, it is nice to have the guy’s buy-in from the get-go and potentially set up some expectations and block the shots.

The guy, “Matt”, sounded into it and decent: 28, 6’0”, 200lbs and 6.5”. It was his suggestion to do it outside. It was his suggestion to do it in a nature preserve – a place where I have previously hiked. I was down for it and after a few scheduling attempts, it finally seemed to work out.

Unfortunately, when I pulled up, the parking lot was crowded. The times I’d been here before there was no one, or almost no one, who would be back there. Now not only was there a bunch of folks, but a ranger-guided tour. FML.

Still we opted to go back into the preserve.

We entered and headed east. It seem the group did too. We dawdled and looked at plants, the lake, etc until the group not only caught us, but passed us. We had to wait for stragglers too who were out and about, but not with the group. As we slowly walked the trails, we were scouting optimal places to steal away.

We found one – high brush, almost cat-tails. It was a huge huge patch of them. Matt was smart and had pants. I had shorts. It was warm out. But when we found our break of people, we went in. While I saw nothing sharp, it felt like a thousand needles were sticking in my shin and calf. But I persevered for my art, my craft and for all of you. You can thank me later.

The space was tricky. Not quite 20 feet off the main trail, but hidden. We could see movement on the trail. We could hear voices. But were 96% certain no one could see us. The sound was potentially the biggest problem. Those cat-tails (or whatever they were) were extremely dry. Stepping on them, or moving on them elicited lots of noise. Now it could have been seen as animals stepping on them, as it was a nature preserve, but we tried not to chance it.

After we got in place, we tried to make it where we had minimal movement. This proved difficult for me – as that stinging in my legs never subsided…..and it was wicked painful. Still, I powered through.

Matt had a decent cock. It was not outstanding, but that’s ok. He knew what he wanted and how to use it. We tried it with him standing there and me working it with my tongue and lips. We tried it with him pumping my mouth too. The problem was the noise level.

Part of making a good video – in my opinion, of course – is the audio. I like dirty talk. I like moans. I like groans. I like sloppy, wet sucking noises. I like people watching the video to experience what happened. The surroundings made that less than possible.

As it is, we’d would have to take breaks as people would stop on the trail – 20 feet from us – to talk about flora and fauna. Any move could expose us – as it were.

I would hold the camera. Matt would hold the camera. We’d get different angles. He’d talk, but never loud enough. The surroundings, while great in planning, just didn’t lend itself in reality. At least that day’s reality. Any other day I’ve been there we could have done it in an open field with no one but the butterflies to see it.


While I wasn’t overly nervous, I was being cautious. I was not going to stay out there for a long period of time to get a stranger off. And I didn’t need to. We were there maybe 15-20 minutes. And at the end of it, he did the prerequisite grunting and groaning, albeit in lesser volume than I believe he would have. But he couldn’t play up to the camera that way.

Naturally, I swallowed every drop, but not before showing the load to the lens. I might have even exaggerated the swallow.

After we got ourselves together, I walked back through the brush, more stinging of the legs (which would sting then for hours and hours!) and we actually walked the rest of the trail and talked. Nothing sexual…..just talk. As we left the preserve, he told me when I edited the film, to make sure I added in slow motion, to add music, and whatever titles should be 15 point Helvetica. It made me laugh.

I still have done nothing with the footage. It’s all ok…..but once again, still not better than me just holding it myself. I think in reality there needs to be a camera man.

1 comment:

trouble611 said...

Since I'm not too far from you and I'm such a fan of the blog, I'll sacrifice myself to be the video guy and photographer. For the sake of the blog, of course.