I was standing at the ceiling
fan display at the hardware store trying to figure out which
one was best. TJ was picking up a ceiling fan as well, and I
asked him why he had chosen that particular one. I told him
I planned to install the fan myself and needed the easiest
one to put up. That’s when he offered install it for me for
a couple of bucks after he was done with work. He came over
and when he was up on the ladder, I got an eyeful of his
enormous package. He saw all the straight and gay porn
strewn about my apartment, and, winking, said: “You own
quite a collection!” I told him I more than owned it—I’d
shot it myself. I told him I could always use a handsome guy
like him. I gave him my card, and though I thought he wasn’t
interested, he texted me the same evening to set up a shoot.
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