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The lock cylinder didn't provide its usual resistance when I twisted my front door key. My condo door swung open and I saw a man's dress shirt and slacks folded neatly atop a pair of polished shoes on the stairs.
It sounded like the TV was on in the den. As I came around the corner, I saw Jim, the man who had been fucking me for a few months, relaxing on the couch. He was naked and slowly stroked his cock while watching the screen.
"My 11:30 cancelled and I knew you'd be home for lunch," he said, glancing in my direction. "I used the key you hide on the front porch and got a head start."
"So I can see," I replied.
"Get undressed. We both have to get back to work soon."
As I was shedding my clothes, I noticed what Jim had been watching while he waited. Not long after we'd hooked up, he suggested filming our sex sessions. I had agreed, on the condition that the tapes stay in my possession. In addition to ensuring their safekeeping, the collection of high-quality action ensured that I always had something to jerk off to.
Recently, Jim installed a remote camera mount in the upper corner of my bedroom. The high-end camera he used made clips that looked incredible on the high-def TV in my living room.