My First Photos

Ubicación: A1/A4 — Germany

Zona / Ruta: A1/A4

País: Germany

Tipo de lugar: Wc

Protagonistas: Truck Driver

Horario: Afternoon

Idioma: English

The first time I felt the urge was in the bathroom of a large service station right in the middle of my route. The space was aseptic, cold, and, above all, far too bright. There was too much light to be brave. I remember the shyness, a modesty that burned inside me; it would never have crossed my mind to do something like this with my wife, technology means something else to us.

I stood in front of the mirror, terrified that someone might walk in. I didn't use flash—I didn't want to draw attention—and the danger of being caught triggered an excitement I had never felt before. That first photo was timid, barely a serious portrait, testing the waters. But for me, it was a giant leap forward. I broke a barrier.

The Second Time: The Intimacy of the Twilight The second impulse caught me much closer to my own world, in the bathroom of a roadside bar just a few kilometers from my home. I parked my car and went inside. As soon as I closed the door, the atmosphere shifted: it was a warm, dark place, with a dim light that invited secrecy.

There, sheltered by the penumbra, I dared to go further. I looked at myself in the mirror, knowing the body I have, unbuttoned my clothes, and looked for a more provocative, more real angle. Seeing the result on the screen, I made a promise to myself: the next photos would show the complete Demir, uncensored—the man who bites and who enjoys.