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Yesterday's Memories,
As an Airman I was taught photography and was attached to a public relations detail. This was of course long ago, before any form of digital photography. I was good enough. I got posted to Korea and while I was there I developed an appetite for the pleasures of the flesh. Man flesh. Everything had to be hush hush, and you had to watch your back. As part of my thing was to take photographs of the men I enjoyed my time with, mostly as a disincentive for them to talk. Some of these include naked men , others performing oral or anal sex. All super prohibited, and all of them developed in a make shift lab with all negatives destroyed.
After my discharge I went on to a professional photographer career, and I have boxes of photographs of men that I met. Many of the men wanted photographs of them at full mast, fondling cocks, swallowing cocks, and anal penetration. I provided this service free of charge, developed the photographs and gave them to them and destroyed the negatives. But not everyone took the photographs. Some of these men rose to positions of responsibility, rank, and more than one to hold public office.
Digital photography just doesn't provide the same aura of a man waiting for his partner to suck his cock, of two men in arms kissing, of a cock laying on a man's ass ready to penetrate him. I staged those photographs for effect, but they are very good, hard cocks dominating a man are my favorite poses. The cock is in charge, the sub waiting anxiously to take the cock in his mouth or ass. Staged yes, but also erotic, hard. And many photographs of men posing in simulated everyday activities. An unpaid hobby, not for sale, at any price.
I am now 70. I sit in my office and go through these boxes, many faces familiar but I can no longer recall who they are. So many hard cocks, so many willing mouths, so many willing ass photographs, but who are they? Does it matter? No, not really, they are photographs for the sake of the art. The art of man flesh, remembering when I was able to participate with so much vigor. And I know that all these photographs have to be destroyed. Shredded first, box after box, memories upon memories, into the shredder, and then the incinerator. I don't need a drink, I need a hard cock in my hand, a hard cock in my mouth, a hard cock in my ass.
After my discharge I went on to a professional photographer career, and I have boxes of photographs of men that I met. Many of the men wanted photographs of them at full mast, fondling cocks, swallowing cocks, and anal penetration. I provided this service free of charge, developed the photographs and gave them to them and destroyed the negatives. But not everyone took the photographs. Some of these men rose to positions of responsibility, rank, and more than one to hold public office.
Digital photography just doesn't provide the same aura of a man waiting for his partner to suck his cock, of two men in arms kissing, of a cock laying on a man's ass ready to penetrate him. I staged those photographs for effect, but they are very good, hard cocks dominating a man are my favorite poses. The cock is in charge, the sub waiting anxiously to take the cock in his mouth or ass. Staged yes, but also erotic, hard. And many photographs of men posing in simulated everyday activities. An unpaid hobby, not for sale, at any price.
I am now 70. I sit in my office and go through these boxes, many faces familiar but I can no longer recall who they are. So many hard cocks, so many willing mouths, so many willing ass photographs, but who are they? Does it matter? No, not really, they are photographs for the sake of the art. The art of man flesh, remembering when I was able to participate with so much vigor. And I know that all these photographs have to be destroyed. Shredded first, box after box, memories upon memories, into the shredder, and then the incinerator. I don't need a drink, I need a hard cock in my hand, a hard cock in my mouth, a hard cock in my ass.
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