Randy Summers: CFNM - Illuminating Erections on Film.
I became troubled by the realization that my social encounters mostly revolved around getting paid for sexual situations, with no real friends in sight. At times, I liked being a sort of "call-boy," but other times I felt bad and dirty. Even though I had a regular job, living in Hollywood was expensive and I preferred to live alone, so staying in Vera's small apartment complex made sense. I told myself that once I had enough money in my checking account, I could quit or reduce my paid gigs. But I hadn't determined how much "enough" actually meant.
The device to further enhance the chastity cage was held up by the GPS project's issues. We thought it would be fun if the AI giving directions could speak with various accents, making the directions feel more personal. However, the experimental voice recordings turned out badly. The US Southern accent sounded like something from a terrible Civil War movie, the Irish accent resembled a very stereotypical Hollywood Irish priest, and the San Francisco Chinatown voice sounded like a character from 'Plincess Rotus Brossom'; all culturally insensitive. Jane and Ted still wanted the different dialects, so we kept trying. It was fortunate that my job allowed me to work alone and at night, leaving me free for other assignments. I also had plenty of time for exercising and maintaining my physical fitness. The downside was, the more money I earned for sex, the more I craved it. I was constantly horny.
Shirley called me with two updates. The second dream-like scene where I stood in for Joe was being filmed on Saturday. On Thursday, she would take me to the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel for lunch meetings with a movie director and a photographer for a fashion magazine.
"Darling, I'm sure you'll be relieved to leave Norma and Joe's project behind. It's clear that Joe wants to be a movie star and stay with Norma. She's hoping he'll get tired of that dream and focus on their bedroom instead. I think you'll like the film project and the magazine shoot I've got planned for you. Dress very elegantly."
"I have a couple of blue outfits that are similar to the bronze one I wore at the gallery and a short jacket to go with them. If I don't wear the chastity cage's cock ring, my package won't be quite as noticeable."
"That should suffice. It'll reveal just enough while still being modest. See you there at 2. The director and I will be there before you arrive. Make a grand entrance."
During the week, I went jogging, weight training, and swimming to look my best for the upcoming meeting and film shoot. I was eager for Thursday to arrive. I found the Beverly Hills Hotel on Sunset Boulevard with ease. Its exterior was very pink. The valet probably chuckled when he parked my Prius. The interior of the place was tropical and compared to the crowd, it wasn't too crowded at that time.
I spotted Shirley with a plump man wearing an expensive suit that somehow made him look cheap. I strolled across the dining room, wearing a shirt that clung to my well-shaped abs and pants that showed off my endowment. The long coat I was wearing, however, toned down the effect, making me look more like a celebrity, or a high-end lover. The man didn't stand up to greet me as I approached the table. Shirley spoke first.
"Randy, I want you to meet Rusty Myerson, an accomplished director of avant-garde films. His work is well-known and attracts a cult following. Rusty, this is Randy Summers, the man I've told you so much about."
He extended a big, paw-like hand for a handshake as I sat down. Shirley insisted that I sit between them in the booth. Rusty was the one who spoke next.
"Alright kid, let's cut to the chase. I make popular soft-core porn movies - boobs and ass....strong female...um...actresses...you get what I'm saying?"
I nodded.
"I'm not gay, so your package doesn't bother me, but the film's stars wanted me to find a well-equipped guy."
"I understand."
Shirley confirmed you've obtained the required items, and that satisfies her. She doesn't want to see your personal belongings; instead, she needs you fully exposed in front of the camera for two scenes. Your manhood will be rewarded in the "director's cut" if it's suitable. Shirley expressed her satisfaction with the money you're offering.
"What's my role in this movie?" you inquired.
"'Vampire Vixens,'" Shirley explained, "takes place in the Dark Ages, presumably in Europe. You play a mute, virgin villager entrusted with finding a vampire's burial place. You later become a vampire yourself. It'll feature soft-core nudity, but no actual sex, only a lot of cleavage and ample chest. You'll contribute to the film's adult nature by offering your naked body."
"Seems like a thrilling opportunity," you replied.
At that moment, Shirley caught the attention of a woman standing at the bar. She waved goodbye and left the booth.
"Gentlemen, I'll be right back. I've got another appointment coming up. You two seem to agree on it," Shirley said before departing.
Rusty approached you, drawing very close, and sank his hands into your crotch.
"Listen, man," Rusty said, applying tremendous pressure to your groin, "I ain't thrilled with this. The film's stars, Bambi and Thumper, are hassling me. I won't be happy until I provide them with something worth watching. When they're content, I'll be content. Their charms are quite alluring, and they're top-heavy - both of them. They'll make you feel a bit uncomfortable, but don't act like you like it too much. Otherwise, they might tease you and even bite you. Do you get my drift?"
You nodded, afraid to challenge Rusty's powerful grip.
"I do."
Rusty relaxed his grip on you as Shirley returned.
"All's well, Shirley. The kid's fine with contract details. I'll send the paperwork over. Will you inform me once you decide the shooting schedule?" Rusty inquired casually.
"I can certainly arrange that," Shirley replied.
Rusty stood to leave, mentioning an issue with the actor's experience with horses.
"No problem, Rusty. I've had some equestrian experience. We can discuss this during the audition process," Shirley said.
Shirley then motioned a slim, tall woman with copper hair and a French accent to join them.
"Simone, meet Randy. Randy, Simone is a talented photographer for a fashion magazine renowned for its classy nudity. Top models with ravenous ambition would do anything to work with her," said Shirley.
To maintain the persona, you offered a European-style salutation.
"Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Simone. Shirley described you. You mentioned 'Rod' is quite handsome. I simply cannot disagree."
You displayed a smile and traced your hand through your hair, noticing Shirley's gaze.
"Tres charmant, monsieur. Shirlee neglected to mention he possessed such mesmerizing attractiveness. Randy, you are handsome indeed."
As you basked in your newfound appreciation, you felt a sense of fulfillment that might lead to a promising career in this adult industry. Shirley waved to the bar messenger for her next meeting.
Randee, I'm thinking about choosing you for a project involving a bride and groom post-wedding, just chilling in their honeymoon suite. They'll be preparing to... you know, consummate their relationship. It'll be romantic, sensual, but also fun and maybe a little goofy. Shirley, would it be alright if I ask you to have Randee get up and walk across the room a few times? I'd like to check out how he moves; I always include a lot of action in my shots. And if he could take off his jacket, please?
Shirley gave her approval. I took off my coat and walked slowly toward the Polo Lounge's entrance. The short-sleeved shirt showcased my large biceps and triceps, while the fitted fabric in the crotch area made it obvious I was well-equipped. Simone clapped her hands.
"Randee, you're magnificent! You move like a golden panther. I want to squeeze your ass; it's so small and firm. It's the only thing on you that's...small. Shirley, he's perfection...I must have him!"
"Simone, I knew you'd like him. He's comfortable with the naked body in front of others."
"Amazing! I'll give you a call and we'll discuss the details. Au revoir, Randee. My camera will fall in love with you."
Simone then exited the dining area.
"Shirley, you've introduced me to some pretty unique characters today."
"Yes, they're quite individual. I'm hoping these gigs will lead to more projects like this for you. There might even be producers and directors I can sway into including some gratuitous nudity using you in their casting decisions."
Shirley treated us both to a lavish lunch, complete with champagne. I don't recall what I ate, but it tasted pricey. I felt quite indulgent. I also made a decision not to mention Rusty's warning to stay away from his girlfriends.
"Okay, Shirley, I've got to go now. I'll send over the contract, call time, and location for the nightmare sequence filming on Saturday. If you need anything, call me."
I left the building, still carrying my coat. The valet may have laughed at my Prius, but he seemed appreciative of my muscles and behind. Upon arriving home, I called Elsie to tell her that her crew was welcome to come over to my place on Saturday to continue decorating since I'd be gone most of the day.
The morning call came earlier than expected. I'm not my most attractive or studly self at that hour. Elsie and her crew were set to work on my apartment's kitchen, as I'd be out for a few hours. Fortunately, the shoot took place at the same studio where I'd filmed the wrestling scene, so I was familiar with the area. As I crossed the sound stage, I saw Vera and her prop buddy.
"Randy, SWEETIE, what a great surprise! This scene is going to be WILD! The director will tell you all you need to know. It's going to be REALLY messy...but I think you'll have fun!"
I pondered what Vera meant by "messy". The director turned out to be Frieda, who directed the wrestling scene with me and Joe. She had her massive fire-engine-red hair still in place.
"Randy! Great to see you again. The wrestling scene has got everyone talking, although they might have to make some cuts to avoid an X-rating. No one can figure out if there were two guys or if we used special effects to make it seem like Joe was wrestling with himself. That's what the director wanted! Let me show you what's happening here today."
Frieda, who appeared like a cowboy, grabbed my ass and pulled me towards the set. I was about to say something, but decided a guy who'd be wandering around naked in front of her all day shouldn't complain about her getting handsy.
I couldn't quite make sense of the set up: a giant latex vagina from Vera's studio; across from it hung a massive latex boob complete with a huge nipple. A few feet away was what looked like a shower stall, but the walls were covered with various-sized boobs. There appeared to be water hoses connected to the backs of each boob. Frieda pointed to the props. (
Okay, Randy, the scene here involves Joe's character speaking to his psychiatrist about a reoccurring dream. The entire setting is green-screened, making it seem like it's occurring in space. To begin, you'll come through a gigantic vagina and land on the floor, as if you've just been born. Stand up and make your way over to the large breast and then proceed towards the semi-circular wall of boobs. It's a tight squeeze, but you should be able to move around a little. There won't be any rehearsing. I'll guide you through what to do while filming. I need your movements to be spontaneous. Since your face won't be showing much due to being the body double for Joe, you'll be moving in and out of shadows. We have to get you to make-up now.
Frieda escorted me to the dressing trailer. Maxine, who had done make-up for the wrestling scene, was there. She still sported a very butch, black buzz cut.
"Randy, nice to see you again," Maxine greeted me. "Strip down to your underwear, I'll be right in."
I had remembered to bring some Chinese herbs. I thought if I were going to spend the whole day with fake boobs, I might as well seem like I'm enjoying myself. The herbs would make me highly aroused, hard, and uninhibited. I took a double dose and removed my shoes, t-shirt, and gym shorts. I was already feeling somewhat exhibitionistic. Maxine came back.
"Hey Randy, great to see you too. Your body is so amazing."
"Thank you, Maxine. If I'm going to be nude the entire day, I might as well start now."
She eyed my erect penis and testicles.
"I don't mind at all. It's always enjoyable to work on someone who's this good-looking. Sit in this chair. In the movie, Joe has a mystic symbol tattooed on his left pectoral. I have to put a peel and stick tattoo on you that matches his. It's quite large, covering most of your pectoral muscle."
Maxine referenced some photos to match the tattoo's position.
"I need to moisten it well before applying it. When it sets, I can simply peel off the paper backing. Want me to put it in the center of your pec?"
Maxine climbed onto my lap, straddling me. I didn't mind since she had a nice view of my exposed genitals.
"Not at all uncomfortable, Maxine. If you don't mind, I'm not exactly small down here. I won't tell if you don't."
She leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"You don't have to worry about getting me in trouble. I could get fired for saying something, but I've been thinking about you and Joe a lot. They had quite a physical scene, and it turned me on greatly. It's like watching gay porn."
My erection pressed firmly against Maxine's groin.
"If we had more time, I'd love to have that monster inside me, but I have to get you ready for the shoot. After you and Joe complete your scene, there's a substance that needs to be applied to you to make you slippery and slimy. It's all organic and mostly gelatin, just like the stuff they use on kids' shows to create slime, but clear instead of green."
And that's when I realized this would likely be a very long day. Frieda came knocking on the door.
"Mr. Summers, we're prepared for you on the set."
Maxine replied.
"We'll be there in a moment!"
Maxine peeled off the backing, leaving a realistic, defined tattoo on my chest. As she got off my lap, my penis stood at full attention. Maxine pulled out a hairdryer and blasted cool air onto the tattoo to ensure it was set properly. She then aimed the hairdryer at my erect penis, causing it to bounce around with each gust of air, leading to some laughter from both of us. There was another knock on the door and someone spoke.
"Mr. Summers, we're waiting for you on the set."
Maxine answered.
"We'll be there shortly! Randy, for your first position, I need to coat you in this substance to make you all slick and gooey. It's completely organic, mainly made up of gelatin, just like the slime they use on kids' shows, only this is clear rather than green."
There's no need to mention it's an egregious day.
Alright, Randy. We're gonna need to go through this process a few times - first for the long shots then close-ups of different parts of your body. The stage needs to be warm enough for you, and we're using warm water. I don't want your package to shiver. All right, Max, lubricate him up!
Maxine poured what seemed like several gallons of gooey, clear slime all over me. Standing there naked, covered in slime, and with a full-blown erection felt arousing. Frieda barked.
"Randy, sit down in the spot behind the pussy on the stage. When I shout 'action,' push yourself through and lie on the floor in a fetal position. I'll guide you along the way. Got any questions?"
"Nope...gooey but ready!"
"GO...ACTION!"
While pressing through headfirst, I slid onto the floor, surrounded by a pool of slime.
"Hold this position for a bit. Alright, now slowly use your arms to push yourself up a little...look around...now stand up...try to be a little unbalanced...good...I love how the slime is dripping from you...now gaze at the gigantic boob in front of you...make your way towards it...run your fingers over it...squeeze it...focus on the colossal nipple in front of your face...jerk on it with your hands."
As I did as instructed, a milky-colored liquid began to seep from the nipple. Sure, it wasn't meant to be porn, but the herbs were working their magic. I was wound up tighter than a rubber band. Absentmindedly, I decided to stroke my gooey, hard-on.
"Now stick your tongue out and lick that nipple."
I followed orders and was rewarded with a gush of liquid from the nipple, knocking me off balance.
"Terrific! Reaction time was swift...hold your stance for a bit."
Once more, I felt another torrent of liquid squirt from the nipple into my face.
"Wonderful. Your body's response is showing beautifully. Take your time to absorb the sensation...now turn and move toward the table with all the smaller tits. Adjust your gait, make it wobbly...go ahead and caress the boobs at random...feel them up...stroke them...squeeze them...kiss some of the nipples."
As I continued to touch these latex titties, streams of liquid oozed from the nipples. There wasn't much space in the 'boob stall' to wiggle around. I couldn't help but imagine pregnant, lactating women pinching their nipples and using them as a squirter machine while I jerked off. Without being told, I grabbed my cock and started stroking it vigorously, overtaking my inhibitions.
"Wow, you're doing well, Randy. Now focus on whatever happens next. Remain within the stall boundaries mindlessly."
Streams of water burst out from the tits on either side of me. At first, it felt amazing, like being in a massive shower show. I shimmied around, enjoying the sensation. Water jets were aimed straight at my crotch, causing my cock to throb with every jet. I humped my hips, welcoming the jets. If I continued to handle myself like this, I was going to climax.
"Splendid! Enjoy the sensual experience. Yes, work that body of yours."
The water jets suddenly became intense, pinpointed, and targeted. There were water jets that felt like a brush on my dick. I was about to shout a complaint against the intense jets, but a massive jet hit me in the ass and shot me onto the floor. I lay there, dripping like a bag of water. I was hotter than a firecracker – thanks to my slime bath and the intense water jets.
"Fantastic! Over to the giant vagina now, Randy. Be cautious of the wall behind it as you crawl back inside. Purchase the slit with your hands...try to separate the lips of this pussy as you squeeze between them...but leave that for now."
As I coated my body with slime and played with those numerous fake boobs, I started humping and licking the latex pussy lips. I hung my gooey, erect penis within the slot and started thrusting, ensuring to flex my round buttocks.
"Excellent! Stay in the folds of the vagina and slowly rotate towards the massive boob on the other side of you."
I couldn't resist the urge to keep fucking her pussy. I was getting myself all worked up, ready for a cum. As I turned, a big load of gooey liquid burst out of her teat, covering me from head to toe. The sensation of this slime gliding down my hard muscles and dripping off my throbbing dick was driving me nuts. My body was trembling, and my hips were bucking uncontrollably.
"Unreal, Randy! Just carry on. Once I give the signal, tense your entire upper body and force it back through the folds of her vagina. Keep your arms extended as if you're reaching for her massive breast. When you're completely through to the other side, that's when I'll cue you."
The goo covered me like a second skin. Then, a strong jet of water erupted from her nipple and hit me right in the groin, beating my cock and balls. I didn't need to be asked twice to back through her vagina.
"Cut! Terrific! Let's all break for lunch!"
Maxine came over with a large towel for me to wipe myself off a little. She also gave me some wooden sandals and a flimsy robe. Now, it might be a robe, but it left very little to the imagination with its flesh-colored material, its sleeveless design, its very short length, and how see-through it was. It displayed and highlighted my bulging muscles and my semi-erect dick. Maxine smirked as she saw the female crew members admiring my physique.
"Amazing, Randy! Frieda said you took it to places that not even she considered. More or less explicit footage will likely be used in a director's cut. First, we'll have lunch and then rerecord some actions for close-ups. It's been a long day already, so I trust you're not too tired. Eat lunch and rest a bit before delivering the goods again."
Chatting to Frieda later, she explained how artistic and unique my actions were. And those nude shots wouldn't appear in a normal movie theater.
I indeed wasn't acquainted with the workings of the movie industry. My previous job sites seemed quite peculiar. Maxine visited me while I was lounging in my dressing room.
"Hi Randy. Lunch is here. You were absolutely astounding just now. Frieda said European director Greta will have a lot of material to trim and piece together to create a masterpiece. The explicit shots will probably be kept for a director's cut."
Curious about the world of adult movies, I confess to being a little kinky. So, getting my rocks off in front of a camera felt a bit perverted. Maxine laughed and said, "Just enjoy your movie star lunch!"
The food was fairly healthy: low-fat yogurt mixed with milk, some fresh fruit, and protein powder. I took more of my herbs to help me last longer. I had no issue feeling a bit seedy, especially after what I'd just done. Frieda wanted me horny for the close-ups!
An hour later, Maxine returned to prep me for more close-ups. This time, she'd unbuttoned her uniform, exposing loads of cleavage. "You better eat well. Enjoy your Hollywood sandwich and fries! Extra treats for coming home."
Despite her manly look, she was thoughtful and always proactive. Apparently, Frieda had asked for me to eat in my trailer so that my chiseled abs wouldn't be conspicuous the whole day.
Thinking about the renovation team and wondering what they were doing at my place, I hatched a plan to learn the identity of the anonymous individual donating all these fancy upgrades. That delicious and nutritious lunch helped me prepare for another energy-charged performance when we were done with lunch. Maxine even brought me a BBQ chicken sandwich and some fries from craft service to go. Oh, Maxine, you sweet, sweet (off-camera) lady!
When we reach the location, I need to smear you with muck once more. Frieda instructed you to squeeze through the vagina and take some close-up photographs using a handheld camera. Initially, I want you to perform a task for me, but I don't want you to feel sexually harassed.
"Um, okay...do it. As long as you ask politely and I agree, it's not harassment, right?"
"I want to see you stroking your cock for a minute."
The Chinese herbs increased my libido, and I was happy to comply. Maxine pushed her chest together, showcasing her stunning breasts.
"Do you like my breasts?"
"They're stunning."
"I'm a plus-sized female. Attractive, athletic models like you don't often go for women of my stature."
"You're quite sexy."
"Would you like to put your significant, slick pen*s between my bosoms?"
I gripped my now stiff cock with both hands and rhythmically moved my hips back and forth like I was fucking. I was mesmerized by the sight of Maxine's breasts.
"Oh baby, I'll do whatever you want me to do. I'd make you feel magnificent."
"REALLY?"
My balls tightened at the idea of tit-fucking her.
"Fantastic! Then you're prepared to conclude the scene. And don't inform your agent...I'd deny it."
Maxine gave me a sly look and led me out of the trailer onto the set. Frieda was waiting for us.
"Alright, Randy, this shouldn't take much longer. I imagine you're feeling worn out."
"Umm...I'm doing well."
In actuality, I was not well. I was agitated by Maxine's tease and horny. I wanted to release my load.
"We'll capture close-up pictures with the handheld camera, primarily focusing on your torso area. I want to display the tattoo so the audience can recognize you as Joe's character. I'll guide you as previously."
Once more, I took my position behind the enormous latex pussy and Maxine doused me with clear muck.
"And...action! Okay, Randy, push your head through the pussy opening gradually...utilize your arms to balance yourself...progress through past your chest...I want to glimpse that tattoo...now let's see your abs...contract those abs as though you're making an effort to leave...brilliant! I can view the muck trickling past your muscles...now...push your boudoir region back inside...Max! Fully drench his possessions with muck...now Randy, push your genitals into view...hold that...observe the muck drip off your penis and testicles...now swiftly push your body completely outside...fantastic! OKAY, CUT! Let's prepare for the subsequent arrangement!"
Maxine brought a towel to me. It was a joke by the all-women crew. The towel was too small to cover anything, and barely fit around my waist. I couldn't tell if my cock was dripping pre-cum or the clear muck. Regardless, I was performing extremely horny. Frieda called out again.
"Okay, Randy, reenter the stall of breasts. While the water jets spray you, writhe around like you did earlier. We'll be filming from your neck to your knees, and...ACTION!"
Once again, I felt the water jets rubbing my body. It was an amazing sensation. My hard-on was rock solid, and the jet streams of water felt like numerous hands rubbing my cock and balls. As the orgasm arose in me, my ball sack tightened. If this continued much longer, I would discharge my load...in front of EVERYONE!
"Really contract and strain those abs...now buck your hips as before...fantastic! Now let's raise the pressure on the water jets."
That's all I needed. As soon as the water jets morphed into needles, I was unable to prevent myself from cumming. The pulsating water jets stroking my throbbing erect penis felt as if I was receiving a wild handjob. I could hear myself moaning as I thrashed around against the fake breasts surrounding me. This was strange and perverted, and...I DIDN'T CARE! I let out a loud squeal as several ropes of thick sperm erupted from my penis and drenched the set floor. When it was over, and I realized that the entire crew had just witnessed my climax, I felt a tad embarrassed. After all, this wasn't simply a gathering, it was a proper movie set, and I wasn't meant to be making pornography.
"Oh my, everyone...I...aghh...couldn't resist."
"CUT!"
The look of astonishment (or possibly satisfaction) on Frieda's face was priceless.
It's not a problem, Randy. When filming nudity, you learn to accept the unexpected. We've witnessed a man climaxing before. I don't believe anyone is traumatized. We got what we needed. So go to your trailer, clean up, and go home.
Congratulations everyone, that's a wrap!
As I showered, I couldn't help but replay in my mind how the camera lingered too long on my private parts. Should I talk to Shirley about it?
I finished dressing and heard Frieda chatting with Maxine outside my door.
"I'm relieved this is finished. Greta called from Europe and has moved on from Joe and Norma. Unfortunately, Norma invested so much money in the project that Greta won't speak up. There's talk of exhibiting our film at multiple film festivals, such as Berlin, Cannes, and Sundance. Greta is seizing the opportunity to push the boundary between 'R' and 'X' ratings and objectify men as women have been in films for years.
"Did you predict Randy would...perform like he did?"
"I hoped he'd find the experience arousing and get an erection, but I wasn't prepared for anything like that. To be honest, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment. I may have wet a little when he ejaculated. In future, I'll be able to relive these moments with my vibrator. We need to leave now."
"I'm worried about him being upset we teased him, but you mentioned you encouraged him to be sexually aroused. I still think the silk robe and tiny towel were a little mean."
"Yes, perhaps...but it won't kill him to experience what women go through. Now we have to go."
By the time I finished dressing, everyone except a security guard had left. I was tired and didn't want to think about the day's events. When I got back to my apartment, I found a beautifully renovated kitchen with a note from Elsie.
'Randy, as you can see, the cabinets have been painted a tan, and the door and drawer fronts have been replaced with acrylic that looks like rough black stone. Don't close any doors until tomorrow, when the paint is dry. The stone laminate counter is black with streaks of white and tan, as is the glass tile backsplash. The handles and pulls are stainless steel to match your new double sink, range, and refrigerator. The floor is a vinyl laminate that looks like teak wood. Now you have a dining booth for two with burgundy upholstery and silver piping. The table matches the black stone look of the cabinets.
I'm still working on ideas for your studio's final layout. A package arrived while you were out. I had to open it to verify its contents were undamaged. Speaking of stimulating content, I'll be in touch. E.'
I found the package and took out its contents. Circe had created a life-size sculpture of me, from neck to knees, and she'd captured a raging erection. It was made of some kind of acrylic but appeared to be burnished bronze. It perfectly mirrored the muscular, silky perfection of my body. I placed the sculpture onto my workstation. As I inspected the object, I felt my own cock stirring and soon was as hard as steel. The thought of Circe, a strong Amazon, creating a body cast of my backside excited me even further.
A note from Circe was also included with the sculpture.
'The body cast turned out remarkably well, which is why you now have a copy. Perhaps one day, we can make another one of your backside.'
The prospect of Circe casting my rear had me aroused again. I threw away my t-shirt and gym shorts while standing naked and proud. I closely held my erect organ against the bronzed noggin of the statue and pumped.
After drying off, I listened to my voicemail. A message from Shirley came through. Frieda thought the day's photo session went well. There wasn't any mention of my unconventional actions. Additionally, the date for the fashion magazine shoot was confirmed. With a sense of accomplishment, I sat naked at my new dining table and had a delicious BBQ chicken sandwich and fries.
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