Billy was in a real strange mood. Something was brewing inside and he wasn't quite sure what. His wife was getting on his nerves with all her nagging and whining. Why just last week he had bought her a new washing machine. What else did she want from him?
He thought about downing a bottle of hard liquor, but decided that wasn't what he was hankering for. He could take his truck out on the backroads and raise some hell but somehow that didn't appeal either. And then he remembered the advertisement. His face flushed and a slight tremble came upon him as he fished it out of his hunting jacket pocket.
'Ordinary men wanted...' the ad said 'for mature modelling work. Must be prepared to jack off on camera. Call 555...'
The first time he saw that it was like a lightening bolt had shot through him. He couldn't understand why it made him so darn excited. He wasn't that kind of guy. He tried to kid himself that there would be a pretty lady involved and that perhaps he would get to shoot all over her tits, but deep down he knew that wasn't very likely. This was a guy, looking for other guys to whack one out one camera. Now what did that tell you about this guy? And what the hell did it say about he, Billy, if he got excited by the idea.
Billy paced up and down the backyard, trying to decide what to do. He didn't want to drink, didn't want to go hunting or fishing. But he wanted something, something...some excitement. When his wife scolded him for the tenth time for getting in her way Billy jumped in his truck and drove off. Half an hour later he was on the outskirts of town. He stopped and with trembling fingers dialled the number. He was so nervous he could hardly speak but the guy on the other end told him to come round.
Ten minutes later Billy was outside his house. He felt the whole world must know what he was up to and with sweating hands and pounding heart he walked up the path to the door and rang the doorbell. Ray opened the door and shook hands with Billy. He seemed like a perfectly ordinary kind of guy. Billy noticed that Ray was a little taller and heavier built than himself. He offered Billy a beer and had one himself. They chatted about this and that and soon Billy was feeling really comfortable.
'Right Billy, would you like to come through to the bedroom and drop trou?' Ray asked a little while later.