[SS-1600] Neddie Documentary

NEDDIE DOCUMENTARY

In the heart of this quiet bamboo forest, a lone figure moves carefully between the stalks. His name… is Neddie.

By weekday, Neddie is a man of order. Suits, deadlines, meetings. He lives in a world of rules and expectations.

But on the weekends, something changes. Neddie returns to the wild. He strips himself—literally—of everything that ties him to the city. And here, in places like this, he becomes something else entirely.

A natural exhibitionist.

Watch as he sets up his tripod. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s done this many times. The pose, the lighting, the angle—every detail matters. Not just for the photo, but for the feeling. The moment of being exposed, free, watched.

And today… he’s not alone.

A cameraman has followed him here. Quiet. Curious. Supposedly just filming. But as we observe closely, it becomes clear—this is no longer just documentation.

There’s tension now. Neddie looks back. Eye contact is made.

He walks slowly toward the cameraman. No words. Just movement. The cameraman doesn’t step back. He lets Neddie come close.

Neddie takes the camera from his hands and lowers it gently to the ground.

This part of the ritual is physical.

He touches the other man—first the chest, then the neck, and then they kiss. It’s fast and hungry. The sounds of the forest continue around them, but here, in this clearing, time seems to slow.

Neddie leads him down. The ground is soft with leaves. Their bodies move together, bare and warm. There is no performance now. Only instinct.

Neddie mounts him with control, their hips locking in rhythm. The cameraman grips the earth, his back arching. This is not gentle. But it is not rough either. It is deliberate. Natural.

They move together like this for several minutes. Breathing heavy. Skin slick. The cameraman moans quietly, overwhelmed, but eager. The forest listens.

Finally, with one deep thrust and a loud exhale, it ends.

They lie still.

Birds begin to chirp again. A breeze rustles the bamboo.

Neddie gets up first. He wipes his mouth, walks back to his camera, and checks the angle.

The cameraman stays on the ground for a moment longer, chest rising and falling, staring up at the leaves.

This is mating, as performed by Neddie—the urban animal set free. He does not need words. He does not need permission.

He only needs a place to be seen.

And sometimes… someone to see him.

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