Back in my thirties I was very active finding sex with other men. One man, I’ll call him Ralph, was an adjunct professor at the Community College. He liked, enjoyed, sex while recording. He had a camera set up and the entire session went down in history. Nothing on the internet, it was private stuff. To get the mood up he played past performances on the tv.
One of those days when you throw caution to the winds I agreed to be recorded. From unbuttoning my shirt, to my head lowered as he withdrew his weapon from my backside. I have a digital copy. At my current age, when finding partners is much more difficult, I watch that session and masturbate to the memory.
