This post is about Joey, one of those guys that got to us by happen-stance.  Like Nick, Adam, Nate and 1 of our summer cock-suckers Craig and others like them (see previous blog posts) Joey is one of those perfect storms where all elements lined up and we have the beginning of the making of another cocky straight jock.

We have affectionately named Joey “Traffic Jam Joey”, “TJ2” or “TJ to the 2nd power” to distinguish him from the other guys waiting to join the crew in our symbolic waiting room we call The Bull Pen (see link above).

Here is what happened, and I have the photos to prove it; again I can’t make this shit up.  We, meaning Matt and I were on our way back to the Beach House this summer when there was a HUGE thunderstorm, incredible lightening, and high winds.  This was a day during a week where we had 90+ degree temps. 

We were driving along the highway that runs the coast and approaching the bridge when traffic came to an immediate STOP!  Nothing but taillights, we sat for 10 minutes easy.  We saw people putting their cars in park, standing out of sunroofs and shutting their engines; probably a good idea since gas was nearly $5.00 a gallon.

What happened was lightening had struck a utlity pole that fell across the road and knocked out all power and traffic signals. Everyone got out of their cars to make the best of what was going to be a long, hot situation.  As you can see from the photos we were on a drawbridge no shoulder, no way to back up, go forward we were all trapped.   All lanes of traffic in both directions on and off the bridge were stopped. I had my camera and took some candid shots for no reason. But later found that these photos would be an interesting part of another one of those situation with that you just can't make up!

Several cars ahead was a black SUV with about 4 young guys about our age and 2 girls that were sitting up on the roof of the truck sun-tanning (what else was there to do).  We all had our shirts off (except the girls) and sat around waiting.  We struck up a conversation with these guys and made some new friends:  Sean, Todd, Gary and Joey.

I was taking pictures of this unexpected summer event when Joey and I began to talk about photography.  The end result: we exchanged phone numbers, the bridge was opened we all went about our day.  Later that week my phone rang, it was Joey, we had a more detailed conversation and he said he was interested in taking a few test shots; he came to the beach house for a test shoot and ever since when mentioning Joey to Matt I would say, “You know Joey, the guy from the traffic jam on the bridge” hence...traffic jam Joey.

I then showed these photos to what we call here our “Inner Circle” or our “Board of Directors” for their review. I rarely talk about this elite group of site watchers but, "The Board" is an intimate group of website visitors limited in number but with special access. All have one thing in mind, one common purpose: to seduce and motivate our new-cummers with money into doing things on film they never thought they would. Some see it like betting on a horse and having a lot of fun watching the race. It is a closed door social event here. This is different from The Muscle Fund.

Joey got the thumbs up; funds were sent within 48 hours and Joey was notified, extremely impressed and very motivated.  His remark was “Dude are you fucking kidding me, that fast... that easy?” “What do they want to see?”

So here we go again; another very hot, masculine curious straight jock with a burning ego that my small “board” or group of site visitors and muscle admirers and I are appraising, and testing to become another featured Mafia Crew Member.