Damon is 18. He stands about 5’7″ and his body is superbly in proportion.
Damon loves to dance and he loves to show off what he’s got. I ran into Damon
for the first time, in Fort Lauderdale. (Isn’t spring break WONDERFUL?!?) I’d
gone into one of the more popular night spots, there, and discovered, to my
great pleasure, that their nightly amateur “dance” contest was about to begin.
Picture Damon, in shorts and a “T” shirt, being introduced to a late night
crowd gathered around the dance floor. He throws off his shirt immediately and
starts doing gymnastics. The crowd loves Damon. Then he takes off his shorts,
leaving only a leather loin cloth. Now he does back bends, handstands, front
and back flips and the crowd goes wild. This “jungle boy” really has nerve. The
crowd is cheering, screaming, clapping and routing him on and without
hesitation, Damon rips the loin cloth from his hot, throbbing loins; throws it
into the crowd and begins to gyrate around the dance floor like a wild boy. He
shows us everything he’s got. Damon’s every movement is designed to show off,
seduce and capture our attention. The crowd loves Damon. And of course, he wins
the contest and the money. Just like in the movies!
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On the beach, the following day, I see him. The crowd still loves Damon.
The beach is filled with eyes watching the surf and horizon interrupted by his
movements. I catch him as he pulls his raft from the surf, heading for the
beach. He glows in the sun with butch and angular features softened by his just
having grown into them.
Damon is a boy, with mischief in his heart and in his mind. He feels good
about his looks, but he’s not at all stuck up. He just likes to show off.
Recognizing this, I approached Damon, on the beach, down in Fort Lauderdale,
and I asked him if he’d like to shoot some pictures with me. His eyes lit up
and he said, Yeh! Well, that was that. I told him to call me at my apartment,
later that day, and that we’d set up a time to get together to shoot. I told
him that I’d like to get some shots of him, in his loin cloth — out on a
secluded beach area which I knew about, just 3 miles from where we were now. He
thought that would be hot. We parted and I waited to hear from him.