In 1979 I placed my usual Berkeley Barb add seeking attractive young guys for a one time photo session at my home in East Castro. As always there were several responses, some good, some bad, but all guys. Suddenly I got a call and it was a friendly female by the name of Pam. I started to blurt out that this was a guys only listing when she informed me that she wanted some photos taken of her friend Max. Seems they would work for gas money and copies of the prints I would make. Pam made it clear that Max was very well endowed and I would not be disappointed. So an evening session was arranged.
The agreed time came and went and I was ready to give up when Pam called to say that they could not find my place. This was not surprising as my home was a couple of hundred yards away from the street and surrounded by numerous large trees. I finally had to drive into town and lead the way back for a quick shoot.
Everyone was a bit frazzled and the shoot did not last that long, but one thing was clear, Max had a big dick when he got it all the way up. He did not get a full hard one that easily, but I was impressed when it did happen.
In the course of the shoot, I told them that I was in the business of selling adult materials at the local flea market and they asked to see what I had to offer. I showed them and Max was very interested in the bondage materials. He spent more that an hour going thru the collection and I ended up giving him a magazine in addition to the $40 or so I promised.
I got a call the next day from Pam who asked if I would sell them more fetish mags and I agreed and suggested that Max could do some more modeling and have his choice of those left.
The second session went better, but it was clear that Max was not much into it or even the money. He was fascinated by the mags.
This would go on every couple of months for the next two years, until my supply of bondage/fetish stuff was gone.
Max warmed up a bit, but we had to correct a couple of things. Max Hardon was a bit close to his given name and his dad was a famous rock musician and would not stand for Max doing this kind of male modeling, so we changed his name to Woody Steele.
Still Max was a good model, with a few tricky no-no’s. He would not be photographed with another person, not even a female and he would not play with toys no matter what I paid him.
I actually bought him a car so he could drive out to my distant location, but when the car broken down early on, that seemed to be the end of everything.
Oddly Pam stayed in touch and kept me posted on Max, but there were no more photo shoots.
First nudes of Woody Steele by Bob Kurtz, early 1980