11 Chapter 11

Eventually, he made his way to my backside, and the camera kept clicking away. “Now stand up for me, Matthew.”

When I did, he yanked away the stool before circling me and taking head and torso shots once more. This time, however, when he worked his way around to my backside again, I counted an inordinate amount of clicks from the area of my buttocks. What the hell did he find so damned fascinating about my tattoo? Or rather, the ugly birthmark partially hidden by the panther?

I couldn’t even begin to guess. Nor did I want to, especially when he moved back to my front side and sank to his knees, directly in front of my crotch. Without instruction, I once again started to masturbate.

“Ah, good boy. You’re a quick study.”

“Tell that to my professors,” I quipped.

“Poor grades, my friend?”

“Passable, but I know I could do better. It’s just…well…”

“Too many other distractions that interfere with a fun-loving party animal like yourself?”

I laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”