Satisfied that I had gained sufficient footage of his beautiful, nubile, nude form, I instructed him to roll over.

As Dan twisted atop the golden comforter blanketed our bed, I retraced my path from his feet all the way back toward his scalp – taking particular notice of his fine, toned buttocks and the strong, lean muscles of his back.

I had no reason to think that things would ever end between us, but if for some reason they did, I wanted to make sure that I had captured every, single, square inch of his body on this tape, so that I could review it again and again, to never forget the splendor of his form.

Once I had again reached Dan’s pale, apprehensive face, I asked him to slide over. I sat down and reclined my upper body against the mound of cushiony pillows near the headboard. My torso upright, I now saw through the viewfinder my own, long, bare legs stretching out before me. “I want you to suck my cock, Dan,” I stated directly. “Yes, Derrick,” Dan replied in an equally expressionless tone.

He rolled over and positioned himself between my legs. I lowered the camera to follow his face nearing my soft, thick, flaccid prick. I zoomed back to expand the frame to capture the motions of Dan’s hands, matting down my tufts of dark, downy pubes and lifting my broad lump of tissue. With a couple squeezes and jerks of his wrist, I watched my own cock grow from a spongy tube in a rigid, 7 inch pole. The expression on Dan’s face was finally beginning to soften. I could tell that he was put at ease by no longer being the camera’s sole subject. And the guilty feeling that I had been working to suppress now vanished as I shared the spotlight with my young lover.

I continued to watch with excitement on the tiny LCD screen as those full, red lips of his eased their way down over the thick, spade-shaped head of my honey-brown cock. I shuddered a bit at the sensation and had to force myself to steady the camera to maintain the focus. Dan attentively explored my cock’s head, suckling around the piss-slit and nibbling in a circle around the entire edge of the crest of my cock’s helmet. He then worked his way down the outside of my shaft in tiny nibbles, staring at the solid red light on the front of the camera with wide, smiling eyes. Dan was finally beginning to enjoy this. I knew he’d get off on the idea of being on film, it just took him a little longer than expected to warm up to it.

“Oh, your fucking cock tastes so fucking good!” Dan remarked with slurred words through wet, cock-kissed lips. “I just want to swallow it whole.” He turned his head upright and planted the breadth of his tongue against the base of the bottom side of my shaft at the root. In one, long, forceful lick, he glided his tongue all the way up my shaft, with eyes closed in that expression you make when you taste your first bite of really good icecream. When his tongue reached the end of the line, he opened his eyes and gave the camera a quick grin of his still-gaping mouth as he turned his head down and lowered himself onto my cock. In one smooth descending motion, he followed all the way down, pressing his nose into my pubes.