This one is from the archives. The best kind of host is the one who knows how to entertain. I was just visiting, crashing with a friend, when we decided to liven things up—called up a couple of local boys, set the scene, and let things unfold while I did what I do best: watch, shoot, touch, taste.
Three bodies tangled in front of me, limbs spread, mouths full, eyes rolling back, and I had the best seat in the house. Cocks slipping in and out, wet sounds bouncing off the walls, I found a warm spot and dived in, heard a groan in the mess of their sweaty bodies that got deeper as one of them felt it in his gut.
I’d put the camera down every so often, because fuck! some things are better experienced firsthand. My fingers dug prints on hot skin, my mouth left marks, and between the four of us, we made a mess worth remembering.
I’ll be honest—watching is half the thrill. The lens makes me a voyeur and a participant all at once. When I’m shooting, I’m just another part of the scene, catching glimpses of hands gripping too tight, lips slick with spit, muscles flexing as someone gets fucked deep. And when I’m not shooting? Well, I still make myself useful.
Pune, hope to be back.
I just love it!
Same. Seeing brown boys like this is beautiful!