I don't think I even noticed Cal in the semester that he was in my class. At least it was 300 people, so I wasn't entirely blind. It was probably six weeks into the next semester when I got this e-mail from him:
Prof. Corelli-
I was in your CS201 class last semester, maybe you remember me? I
saw you in the locker room at the gym last night, and wanted to
say that I really liked your tattoos. Where did you get them done?
They remind me of tattoos I saw on a model.
Cal Jones
I was trying to parse the letter and figure out what he was getting at. I checked my grade book, and he had gotten an A in the class, so I didn't think he was trying to suck up for a better grade. The tattoo was a stylized red biohazard symbol on the left side, right about at the base of my ribcage, with a tribal pattern radiating up and over my shoulder and another one down towards my waist. It was the tattoo of an HIV-positive man who was proud of his status. And his reference to a "model" -- had he seen some of the porn films I had been in?
I was intrigued. He was no longer my student, so there was no danger in pursuing it a little.
Cal-
Unfortunately, with 300 people in a class, I can't always remember
people. Do you have a facebook page or a picture to jog my memory?
I'm glad you like the tattoo. It was done by a local artist over
several years. If you want the details, drop me a note at my
personal e-mail, gymguy8@gmail.com. And it's a high compliment
that I remind you of a model. Who is it?
Jon
Within fifteen minutes, there was a reply waiting for me. He included a link to a facebook album, and noted "I got sort of crazy in these pictures." The pictures started out with him in soccer kit, and quickly he was wearing nothing but cleats and a pair of red knee-high socks. I think my favorite picture was him bent over a table, looking back at the camera, one hand pulling his butt cheek open. There was a bit of dark hair obscuring his hole. He was a hot boy. I was getting a hard-on just looking at his pictures, wondering if he was going to let me get into that sweet young hole of his. As I was admiring his album, my instant messenger popped up with a message from soccrcal89. I assumed that was Cal:
soccrcal89: Prof. Corelli?
gymguy8: Me. Cal Jones?
soccrcal89: Yeah. Did you get my e-mail?
gymguy8: I did. Was just looking at your pictures. I had expected
a face picture, but these are certainly interesting.
soccrcal89: Are you the porn star Jon Corelli? Your tattoos are
the same...
gymguy8: Yeah, I am. Although I'm not sure I'm a porn star. I've
been in four movies, all pretty specialized.
soccrcal89: four? I have three of them. what's the fourth?
soccrcal89: they are fucking hot movies.
gymguy8: You've seen them? Somehow, from your pictures, you seemed
very clean-cut
gymguy8: not the kind of guy who would be into the porn I do.
gymguy8: Toxic Waste, Bad Seed, Poison Cream
gymguy8: and Russian Roulette.
gymguy8: I've only done movies for High Risk Films
soccrcal89: not seen Russian Roulette.
soccrcal89: it's not even on the website. But FUCK, the others are
hot.
gymguy8: oh. That may not be out yet. Probably in a week or two.
soccrcal89: jerk off to them all the time.
gymguy8: nice. They are hot fantasies.
soccrcal89: are they just fantasies? or real?
soccrcal89: my biggest loads are when I imagine myself in a scene
in one of those movies.
gymguy8: The only way you can find out if they are real or not is
to try to be in one.
soccrcal89: Honest? Do you really think I could be in one?
gymguy8: You completely serious? You do know what they are about,
don't you?
soccrcal89: Yeah, I do. Bottoms getting bred. I'd fucking love to
be in one of those movies.
soccrcal89: especially if you could be the top.
gymguy8: Are you completely serious, Cal?
soccrcal89: Yeah, I am. I'm so boned up here, just thinking about
it.
gymguy8: Well, we can probably do a screen test in the next day or
so. Do you have a webcam or something?
soccrcal89: Of course. Do you want to see me now?
gymguy8: Not quite yet. I need you to do something first. I'll
send you e-mail with instructions.
soccrcal89: Fuck man, I want this. I'll do anything. Just let me
know.
From the short chat online, I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. I occasionally had guys at the bar or online say they wanted to try a movie with me. But more often then not, they chickened out when it got close to the time. Getting on camera wasn't for everyone, and Cal would have to really want it. Not to mention he would be doing a bareback film.
Before I could even start writing an e-mail to Cal, I got another e-mail from him. There was a picture of him attached to it; he was sitting at his computer, naked, his cock erect and sticking up. All the e-mail said was, "Me, after talking to you." At the very least, the boy was horny. Clearly, he also had his webcam set up, which was going to be useful for what I wanted him to do next. I replied to the e-mail:
Cal:
I want you to send me a short movie of yourself. All it has to
contain is at least one minute of you jerking off, then
cumming. After you have cum, I want you to look directly in the
camera, show me government ID so I know you're over 18, and tell me
clearly that you want to be a model for High Risk Films, and what
you think that entails.
This should be an un-interrupted film, from when you are jerking
off, your orgasm, and you speaking. You can add stuff at the
beginning or the end, if you think it will help me understand
you. But the cum shot and your explanation of what you want is most
critical.
If you have any questions, drop me a note. Once I get this, we'll
start moving forward on getting you into a movie.
Jon
I looked again at the pictures he had sent me. His cock was impressively hard, and it would take me weeks to finish properly fucking his ass. I was hoping he wasn't just another guy who was all talk and no action; I had had too many of those recently.
The producers at High Risk and I had spent some time refining the task I had just sent Cal. In the stark clarity men had right after an orgasm, the truth of our desires were revealed. What seemed like the perfect fantasy in the heat of masturbation would be revealed as an uncomfortable reality as the last of the cum was pumped out. Only that which remained was true. I wanted to know what Cal's truth was.