anonymous. (sightsetonyou) wrote in ohnotheydidnt,
anonymous.
sightsetonyou
ohnotheydidnt

For The Ladies (And Gay Guys) - Channing Tatum Eye Candy

News has been kinda slow...so I'm posting a VERY interesting article on a real expierence a guy had with Channing Tatum (Not THAT kind of a expierence). To make it even hotter, I threw in some nudes and even an exclusive bulge picture (and I've never seen it in such a big size; talking about the picture, haha) OBVIOUSLY: NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

Image and video hosting by TinyPic 
Taken from: MysterySteps.Com

Back in 1998, I was spending the summer in the dorm at Glenville State College to help with the student newspaper. I met a football player who was there for summer practice. His name was Chan Tatum, and I paid him $30 to pose for my wallpaper site.

I decided to Google his name, and I found out he's now a famous model. I've drooled over his professional work for years and somehow never connected the dots to realize it was him. The closest I got was thinking the actor driving the car in the Mountain Dew commercial seemed familiar.

In retrospect, his shock that I could sell photos of him seems really really funny.

Flashback: July 28, 1998 - "The Chan Tatum Affair"

I finally came up to the office, and then had to go back down the hill to get my disks, and then I saw this guy sitting on one of the benches in front of the dorm, eating his dinner. "Nice camera," he said. So, I sat down to talk to him.

Chan Tatum
"The name's Chan," he said, "from Tampa, Florida."

"Terry Estep, from Boone County."

Chan ("Just like Charlie Chan," he explained.) is a freshman football player who'll be living in Louis Bennett Hall this year. He moved up from Florida to take two summer classes this term. I've seen him around once or twice (I think I saw him in his underwear this morning, now that I think about it. He was walking into his room from the bathroom). Chan is pretty easy on the eyes. I don't know how he got his moniker, but he's about as aryan-looking as they get. Blond, close-cropped hair, green eyes, and a decent smile. He was wearing green shorts and a white muscle shirt with the midriff cut out. Every so often he'd pull of his hat and start swatting at the yellowjackets that were hovering around his food.

He didn't know anything about the Athletic Department's troubles until he saw the front page of the Mercury with Coach Ruggeiro on it. I have it taped to my door, and he asked one of the coaches about it. So, now I know that I was being useful to incoming students and their decision-making when I did that cover. Fuck everyone else.

Chan says he likes to go hiking and taking pictures of wildlife with his point-and-shoot camera. That's pretty cool.

Eric Poirier, easily the most sedate house director we've had, came over to remind Chan that he has to sign his guests out. Since I'm always more daring when I've got someone to impress, I started asking Eric about the sign-in policy and why it's still here. It's Big Brother-ism, I argue. I tried picking his brain for a little while before turning him loose. Then I sat and talked to Chan before he had to leave to go work out. I took a couple pictures of him standing outside (see below). I also got pics of two of the Japanese students from first floor playing frisbee.

It's so weird. I like Chan. He seems like a nice guy, and he told me to stop in and visit. BUT. There's this little part of me that whispers "He wouldn't like you if he knew you were gay, he wouldn't like you if he knew you were gay..." It makes me realize how insulated I can be. Don't get me wrong--Chan didn't say anything that was even vaguely homophobic. But I sometimes forget that I'm not always around people who don't have a problem with it. We'll see if Chan does if he ever comes into my room. I'll have to explain the giant Champion Underwear poster over my television.

Fuck, it may not matter. We'll see. I have nothing else to occupy my time this week, so that will be my Great Experiment.

After all, it's been a day of firsts. I went outside and liked it. I had a conversation with Dave Weese and discovered he doesn't hate me. I met a nice guy who has never been to West Virginia and is going through culture shock. If all this had happened at the start of the summer, I might not have been bitching so loudly. I'm going to go clean my room, so I won't be embarassed to ask Chan inside. It's tough to be comfortable playing Playstation games when you've got to dodge books, underwear, and dirty plates.

"Wow. I could sell pictures of that!" I hooted later that evening.

Chan stood in my doorway, wrapped in a fuzzy white towel, holding a bottle of laundry detergent. Seeing him walk past my door, combined with the rapport we'd developed earlier, resulted in my uncharacteristic outburst.

"Do you think so?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Can I take your picture again?" I asked him. "I have a wallpaper site, and I've had some people pose for me. How would you like to be one of my models? I couldn't pay you much, but at least you'll be able to buy some beer or something."

He nodded in a half-disbelieving way, but with enough self-confidence that I got the feeling he's used to being ogled and enjoys it a little. I shot a few frames of him in the towel and then followed him down the hall to his room. The desk is covered with tapes and papers. A few football trophies stand at attention on his shelf, flanked by pictures of Chan with his girlfriend from back home.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. "I'm not sure what kind of pictures you want. I just beat off an hour ago, though."

My mind locks on to that statement. Would you be jerking off for my camera if you hadn't? I thought incoherently. The lack of self-consciousness in his statement unlocked my sense of professionalism--this kid wanted to be directed and would do anything I want. His only stipulation was that he didn't want the coach to find out about the pictures.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. Turning away from me, he let the towel drop to the floor and stepped into the shorts, pulling them up and covering the sight of his ass. The boy looked good, and my mind kept ticking off strategies for hiding an erection I never developed. Behind the camera, I don't register normal emotions. I should've been panting and drooling over this young football player standing half-naked in front of me, but I didn't.

I tried a variety of angles and poses, switching out the lens to see what effects I could get. The box fan in the corner, the fridge, the bed--each visual distraction reinforced my desire to buy a professional backdrop when I could afford it.

I had him put on a pair of shorts and sit on his bed, holding his football, as though he were having a quiet moment before the big game. Nothing says "jock" like holding a football, and I could hear the sighs of gay men everywhere as he stood in front of the mirror with his cock tenting his shorts.

"What about your butt? Would you go nude?"

He thought about it a second. "I don't know. I'd better not this time."

"Okay. What other underwear do you have in there?"

He rummaged around again and came out with another pair. He turned away and stripped off his shorts and underwear in one motion.

"For the record, this is where I could've shot your butt," I joked. He laughed and pulled on the other shorts. I directed him to the bed and had him stretch out, pretending to sleep. More frames. Then I ran out of film. Shit.

"Stay right there," I told him. I rushed down to my room and snagged two rolls of color film I'd been saving for the Nature Trail. I had only shot a few frames when the telephone rang. He answered with a "Hello, sis." I continued to work the phone into the shoot, quietly motioning for him to stand this way or that.

"Hmmm?" He asked his sister. "No, I've just got a video playing."

A sudden perverse instinct took over. I gestured for him to lay back on his bed and shot a few close-ups of the bulge in his underwear. I motioned for him to rub himself. Might as well make this look like an ad for phone sex, I thought. He didn't balk at the idea, either. His hands went straight for the money.

I finally ran out of film and thanked him for his time.

"This site of yours," he asked. "Is it mostly men or mostly women who look at it?"

"Well, it's geared toward men, but it's really a mix." I thought This is where he threatens me and tries to take back the film.

"Oh, okay. Good night."

Below are some pictures that were taken on that day and 2 nude photos (full frontal and behind).

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
Click For Larger Pic

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
Chan Tatum, then and now.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
Chan at the washer.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
Chan Tatum, from Tampa, Florida.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
Chan, looking like he's having phone sex.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
*EXCLUSIVE* Picture of Chan grabbing his cock.


Click For Larger Pic, Full Studio Portrait of Channing Tatum Nude.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic
Channing's Hot Ass.

Source: Me & MysterySteps.Com
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Comments allowed for members only

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 179 comments
Previous
← Ctrl ← Alt
Next
Ctrl → Alt →
Previous
← Ctrl ← Alt
Next
Ctrl → Alt →