Billy is another guy we met at the porn shop.
I think he noticed too. Sure, he’s a hardworking construction worker, and some people might think that means he’s not that smart. They might see his dirty clothes, his rough, torn up hands – and notice his man smell – and think he can’t have any brains.
But, they would be wrong.
Billy observes everything. He simply loves working with his hands. He loves building things. He loves seeing projects completed, and seeing the happiness that brings to his customers. He’s a roofer. I don’t know if you’ve ever known any roofers in your life, but they’re a special breed. Brave, dangerous, and hard living. But, the good ones know what they fuck they’re doing, and they do it well.
Sometimes in sub zero weather.
Anyway, after some small talk with Billy (and him totally noticing the drool running down my chin) I asked if he’d ever thought about being a model.
He laughed so hard I thought he was going to fall on the floor. He just rolled his eyes and said, “I’m not a model.”
I persisted, and said I thought he would have fun. I know he thought I only wanted to suck his dick, and he was right about that at least. However, I really wanted more.
I know a hot guy when I see one, and I wanted to capture him on film.
I wanted to memorialize him, as he was, right then and there.
I wanted to share him with you.
