Josh

G'day!

It's Josh here!

One of the two Australian boys - remember?

When my good mate Aaron told you his story a coupla' weeks back, that was just the half of it, believe me!

After Aaron got his pictures taken for HMBoys that day, I just thought it would be my turn next in the "studio" - really just a small back bedroom, though it looks bigger in the pictures!

But, just as I was getting up out of the chair where Tyler had been giving me what he called my preliminary fluffing, Sam firmly closed the bedroom - er, "studio" - door.

"Forget it for today, Josh", he said.

"We can't give the members two sets that'll look so similar.

"We'll take your pictures outdoors on location instead.

"Tyler and me will pick you up from your motel at 3 tomorrow afternoon and we'll drive out to my place in the country."

Wow!

"My place in the country"…

That sure beat Aaron.

All he got was a sofa with quite a few questionable stains on it (cleverly removed by digital technology, I notice, before the pics go up on the site!)

The ride to Sam's place in the country the next day was pretty uneventful.

Tyler drove the car while Sam sat in the back with me.

Well, actually he lay on the seat in the back with me because this time it turned out that it was his day to be the fluffer.

(I did tell him that I felt good'n'hard enough after just a few minutes of it - but Sam explained that, if a model's gonna stay hard for the next coupla' hours or so, then the fluffing in advance needs to be just as long too! It sure was good to have him along to explain that sorta stuff…)

After an hour or so, we drove up to Sam's place in the country and got to work right away.

I guess Sam wanted to keep me in the mood he'd got me into on the back seat.

But it was hard to start with…

Or, rather, it wasn't.

Because all the excitement that had built up on the journey just vanished as soon as we got to Sam's place.

I was expecting a porn tycoon would own, maybe, a huge, glamorous mansion like out off Gone with the wind…

Maybe there'd be an outdoor pool to pose in…

A lavish patio with luxurious seats surrounded by a few potted palms or antique statues of Greek athletes…

And, later, maybe luxurious bedroom with smooth silk sheets…

Instead I got an old cart…

An even older outhouse…

And, after Sam had got me to take off my pants "to check the skin tone for our new lens", I even got to see the old water tank…

I tell you guys, by that stage I was seriously considering pulling my pants back on and going home.

Aaron and me had left Australia and come here to make money in the porn industry.

But if Sam's place in the country was anything to go by, nobody could be making any money out of it!

I guess the only thing stopping me calling a halt to the whole thing right then was that I had no idea where I was - and the thought that, if Sam and Tyler just left me there, I'd probably have to spend the night in this dump was too much to bear.

So I gritted my teeth and got on with the work.

When he saw that I wasn't too pleased, Sam got all arty-farty.

"Don't worry, Josh", he said (whenever he managed to take his mouth from my cock - by now he was in fluffing mood again!)

"This is gonna be so artistic.

"Think of it - a smooth young kid, all in virginal white T shirt and undershorts, posed against old, rusty farm machinery.

"Sorta' makes a statement, doncha' think?"

Right then, though, his artistic credentials were pretty much undermined as he had to stop talking to pick one of my pubes out of his teeth.

But I won't be biased.

I'm gonna leave you to decide how much you like the pics.

And I'll be checking on the Hotwires page in a coupla' weeks time to see what you've gotta say about my afternoon at Sam's place in the country.