Fisting his ass (Last post of 2007)

Beneath his perfectly pressed oxford shirt and tie, he hid a secret- something that no one at work knew about and he wanted to keep it that way. Eric hated socializing with the people at work. He thought they were all the same, all made from the same mold. He hated even more the fact that he was forced to look like them from 9 to 5. If they knew what he was like when he was not at the office, these prim and proper yuppies would freak. The thought brought a big smile to his face.
He looked at his watch; only two minutes had gone by since the last time he checked. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. He had spent most of it in and out of meetings and he had had his fill of yuppies for today. More than anything he just wanted to leave and go to the club, relax, and see what kind of fun he could get into.
He loved going to the club- every time was a new experience. Every time he pushed his limits more and more. Last time he had been gang banged by a group of bikers that had been passing through on their way to the beach. Just the thought of that night still made his ass ache. He checked his watch again; only five minutes had passed. He looked at the stack of reports on his desk and thought, fuck it, they would still be there tomorrow and right now what he wanted was to have some fun.
He didn’t care who noticed him leaving. He walked right past the manager’s door and waved as he made his way to the elevator. He didn’t feel at ease until he was as far away from the office as he could get. As he drove down the strip he took off his tie and shirt. The silver ring in his harness shone with the sunlight. He pulled on the leather strap and let it snap against his pecs. He loved the sound it made when it hit his broad hairy chest. The closer he got to the outskirts of town the more his cock hardened.
Once he was far enough away from town he pulled into the nearest gas station to change out of the rest of his yuppie uniform. When he emerged out of the public restroom he was in full leather attire. His leather chaps were tight and his cock ring snug around his very large and hairy balls. Over his cock he wore a leather thong mini-brief, something he rarely did. Usually he just wore the chaps and the cock ring but this time he decided it might be fun to be a bit of a tease.
On the way back to the car he turned a few heads, but he didn’t think twice about it. He was too far away from town to run into anyone he knew. He got back into his car and sped the rest of the way. When he got to the familiar curvy dirt road he parked on the outskirts. He didn’t want anyone to see him drive up in a Volvo, so he would just walk the rest of the way.
When he got to the club, the place looked deserted. To anyone who didn’t know exactly what this place was, that’s exactly what they would have thought. He walked up to the old wooden door and entered. There was a long hallway that spanned the entire length of the shack and at the very end sat a man on a stool.
“Eric! How’s my favorite customer?” the short bald man asked him.
“Fine, Earl. How’s the action tonight?” he asked.
“It’s a little slow now but it’s still early. Usually you get here much later.”
“Yeah, I know. I just had to get away.” Eric replied.
The man handed Earl a twenty and lifted the floor opening. Eric waved him good-bye as he descended the stairs to the club. That club was one of the largest underground gay leather clubs in the US. It was also the best-kept secret. Eric made his way down the dark stairwell; it was several steps before he saw a trace of light.
When he entered the club it was like another world. There was one main bar, which was aglow with bright blue lights. It gave a bluish tint to the dark club. Aside from the bar there was several cave like rooms that spawned from the bar where the extra curricular activities occurred. Eric walked up to the bar. The bartender recognized him as a long time patron and greeted him with a smile and his usual drink.
From the bar Eric scanned the room. The crowd wasn’t as big as he had hoped but the night was young. Eric downed his drink and decided to take a lap around the club to see what kind of fun he could get into. As he made the rounds he stopped and talked to a few people he recognized. He stopped in front of one of the private areas and started talking to his buddy Rich. Eric had introduced Rich to this place and had initiated him by pissing on his mouth in one of the private rooms.
They talked for a while until the sound of screams stopped them both. “What the hell was that?” Eric asked. “It sounds like someone is being torn apart.”
“Nah, more like taking a one way trip to heaven.” Rich said. Eric looked at him confused. He had no idea what he was talking about. “He’s getting fisted man, and it’s his first time. You never forget your first time. Especially if your first time is with Master X.”
Eric felt his cock move at the mention of fisting. He had always been tempted to try it but had never actually gone through with it, even though physically he knew he was ready. He had even practiced at home, taking in a dildo that was a little more than three inches in width. The more the man screamed the harder Eric got; maybe this was his chance to take his first fist.
Casually Eric excused himself and peaked behind the entrance to the private room. What he saw got him completely hard. Strapped to a metal sling was a man with his legs spread wide open. His cock laid limp from having shot a load. His chest was covered in cum, definitely more than one orgasms worth. He didn’t mean to stare so intently but he was drawn to the scene. He didn’t realize he had entered the room until he was standing inches away from the sling, as the man withdrew his fist from the bottom’s ass Eric almost lost his load. At that moment more than anything he wanted to get fisted. He knew it was time.
The man in the sling looked unconscious but had a huge grin on his face. The man with the gloved hand looked at Eric. His expression was stern and almost angry. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
Eric swallowed hard before he answered. “I’m Eric, sir, and I want your fist inside my virgin hole.”
Master X sneered at him and pulled off his glove. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Eric nodded. “Alright then, wait for me outside. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”
He did as Master X said and patiently waited for him outside the curtain. It was almost an hour before someone came out. It was the man from the sling. He limped a little but he was still grinning. Eric avoided his eyes as he awaited his turn. He didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with Master X and Eric didn’t want to step on any boundaries. He knew how these master/slave relationships could be. Patiently he waited for another half hour, until finally Master X appeared.
“You still want to do this?” he asked. Eric nodded. “Alright but once you’re up there’s no stopping. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Master X motioned for Eric to follow him. To Eric the room felt like it had grown to twice its length. At the very end of the room was the sling. Master X motioned for Eric to get on it. For a second Eric thought about reconsidering. This was a big step, but before he could chicken out he stripped off his chaps and briefs and got on the sling with his legs spread as far apart as he could. Eric’s cock was so hard just from the feel of the leather sling on his skin.
“Ok, now, first I want to work your hole a little,” Master X said. Eric saw him reach inside his bag and pull out a fat long dildo. It was slightly bigger than the one he had been practicing with at home. Eric closed his eyes and waited until the cool plastic dong rubbed against his hole. Slowly it made it’s way inside of him. Master X didn’t stop until it was all the way in. Eric tensed at first but soon he relaxed and took in the entire plastic shaft. It felt so good to be stretched out so far but he knew the fist would feel even better.
Master X left the dildo inside of him as he got himself ready. He pulled out a fresh glove from a box of many and lubed his hand up. Eric looked at the container, it was a tub of J-Lube. He had heard of the stuff, it was the same stuff veterinarians used when they had to fist cows. He’d also heard it was the best thing to use. Apparently Crisco was horribly messy and a pain to get out of your ass.
With his ungloved hand he pulled the dildo slowly out of his ass. Eric’s heart started to beat faster and faster. He knew the moment had arrived. When he saw Master X’s hand approach he closed his eyes and started to calmly breathe through his mouth. Master X started very slowly with just one finger. The J-Lube was magical; it helped relax the muscles more than he would have been able to on his own. He didn’t even feel it when he slid in a third and fourth finger. Slowly he started to pump Eric’s ass, each time he would push in he would stretch his fingers slightly apart. The further inside he went the closer Eric got to climax.
“You ready?” he asked as he pulled his fingers all the way out. Eric thought he’d answered yes, although really he couldn’t remember having said a word. The next thing he remembered was feeling his sphincter get pushed past its limits as Master X’s entire fist made its way through. When it was all the way inside Eric screamed out. Like a good top Master X stopped and let it rest. Eric’s body was plugged in to every movement he made. Just the slightest movement was magnified tenfold.
Once Eric had relaxed he started to work his hand inside of his ass. His fingers rubbed on his prostate and within in seconds Eric was screaming out as cum gushed from the head of his cock onto his bare chest. His head was spinning; the feeling was indescribable. Once Eric’s cock stopped shooting, it fell limp against his thigh but only for a moment. After he’d caught his breath Master X’s hand once again started to work on his prostate. Eric braced himself as his cock quickly hardened for a second time and shortly after shot a second just as powerful load.
Never in his life had Eric experienced anything like it. By the fourth time he was begging for him to stop. He had nothing left to give. Eric was even shooting blanks he had cum so much. Master X smiled and obliged. Very slowly and gently he eased his fist out of Eric’s ass. Eric felt every inch of Master X’s hand exit his body. When his hand was finally out of his hole, Eric thought he was going to faint.
“How was that?” he asked. Eric opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. All he could do was grin like an idiot. Master X grabbed a towel and wiped down Eric’s chest and the lube from his ass. Then he pulled off his glove and wrapped it in the towel and handed it to Eric. “A souvenir of your first fist,” he said.
Eric took the towel and thanked him. Master X smiled and left the room. Eric spent the rest of the night getting the feeling back into his ass and counting down the minutes until he could do it all over again.

Happy new year and a few more things

So before the year turns to 2008 (that will take a month until i realize the year has changed!) I gotta thank all those frequent and infrequent readers of here.

I cant believe i made it to a five digit views, then i really want to make it more than 200.000 for next year

I really dont have much resolution for next year, just practicing more parental skills, getting my divorce final, marrying him, planning a honeymoon for the coming 10 years and a few more personal stuff like writing a long gay story or starting another blog with personal-non sexual content, trying to be a little bit straight.

Today as I was running up the stairs happily just to kick his ass for not buying me some bananas, I fell and hurt my leg, uuurrgghh it really hurt I thought i broke a bone but I didnt. Now it’s very painful and I cant really concentrate much on the crap I’m typing.

I wanted to post a picture of myself as new year’s surprise but now I’m not in the mood and what if someone I know reads here?!

OK Happy new year, I’m not going anywhere but back to bed cos I’m badly injured, I want a big yellow banana.

Oh I forgot to say Merry Jesusmas to those who care about that ^%*$%^&$%@$ Straight guy, we didn’t care much but surely enjoyed the turkey, free drinks and gifts.

that’s it, I will think later whether to post something before new year or not. I may runaway with a sexy girl but that’s next to impossible.

I’m in pain now, but ……

whatever, one last thing, I know my links are total mess, i need new labels for sure,

To those who had linked to me but I haven’t linked back or think I may like reading their blogs or is gay enough to write about someone the same sex, please mail me at

klastbreath@gmail.com

I’ll be glad to know you.

PS: if you want gifts, surprises, toys, cards, free tickets, free sex, 3-sums or whatever, please dont leave any message, I’m not available.

Missionary

I felt his grip on my ankle as he asked:” what’s the time boy?”

still moving my other foot in the air, i said:”4.30, morning, you know.”

he let go of me and i went on minding my own business before he woke up. i had piles of songs to watch to find the song repeating non-stop in my mind “& our sex is mi-ssio-nary”, i really had a headache but i couldnt sleep with a line repeating itself over and over again, i could even remember some part of the clip but that really didnt helped me much.

“next” , “next” & “next” why i had so many songs of Marylin on my player. i felt him stir then a big bounce came to me as he dived to sleep up side down like me.

“dont you wanna sleep?”

-”i will, when i find that song.”

“cant you sleep like a decent adult? i dont like your feet near my mouth, i dont have a foot fetish you know.”

-”i needed some light, and here i can have some from the street.”

“what’s bugging you? i may help you” he put his arm round me and pulled me closer to look at the small screen.

-”i have this part repeating in my mind, i have the chorus of “norm life baby” and then “the sex is missionary”, know the rest?”

“you mean you want it missionary?” he moved his hand lower

-”fuck off, my knees still hurt, if you cant help, just go back to sleep.”

he moved closer and stared at the screen without saying any word just tightening his grip.
i put one of my earphones in his ear and he started moving his head with the music, sorta silently dancing and i knew i couldnt get him back to sleep and i didnt really care if he stayed awake with me on a cold december morning on our long holiday.
one of his hands was under his head and the other was moving up and down my ribs with his own rhythm.
“you’re getting fat, ain’t you?”
-”if you care, i have 4 extra pounds added. so you wanna find another skinny boy then?”
“nope, you just look better, can you put on 6 more pounds so i dont have to love a skeleton?”
i gave him one big grin thinking i really needed to find some time for the gym or i should buy lots of new clothes.
“this guy looks so gay, dont you think so?” he pointed to the screen, showing me Marylin with lots of make-up , singing pretty naked.
-”man, you’re homophobic then?”
“sure sir, those guys sorta hurt me, whenever i see guys kissing and doing things you know i feel… you know, i mean it’s not healthy.”
-”what’s not healthy? their act or what you get?”
i put my hand round his neck, running my fingers through his hair. he closes his eyes naturally waiting for more to happen and i let him have it. licking his lips with the tip of my tongue then his cheeks, again lips and back to the cheeks, then i sit on the bed and stare at him.
he opens his eyes looking pretty annoyed.
“you enjoy teasing whenever you can, you gotta be punished.”
he tries to sit but i jump on him , pinning his  body to the bed.
“ouchhh, you really are getting some pounds”
i start licking his neck and biting his earlobes to stop him from struggling, the whole blood in my body is rushing downward as accidentally i rob my cock against his ass.
“do it again, that was good”
i move my body up and down making maximum friction with his butt, he’s breathing faster arching his back to get the most pleasure.it’s getting pretty hot under the blanket as we grind more and more waking our cocks, the heat and friction of our clothes are very annoying but we dont want to stop right then.
“wanna know that song?” i hear him whispering to the cold air.
-”yep”
“gimme your ear”
i move my head close enough to hear his whispers.
“  Norm life baby  we’re white and so hetero and our sex is missionary. Norm life baby “we’re quitters and we’re sober our confessions will be televised.” You and I are underdosed and we’re ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don’t like the drugs, the drugs, the drugs”

i was trying hard to remember the song so i loosened my hands letting him move freely under my weight and that was one big mistake cos the next minute he was sitting on my abdomen and his hands were round my neck getting tighter and tighter.

“never ever dare teasing me again, you little slut, got it?”
-”you’re  killing me, lemme go”
“shush little boy, you’re not gonna wake the whole building, are you?”
he pressed his elbow on my chest as hard as he could and i stopped fighting cos i really didnt mean to wake anyone.
“that’s it good boy, now you want it missionary and i will give you what you deserve, just be a good boy to daddy and stay  silent till i come back.” he said this and get outta bed to look for what he needed.

i stretched my body to turn the bed lamp on.
-”you’re not going anywhere, it’s in her room and you will wake everyone up if you open that closet.”
“why you put it there?”
he sat on the bed beside me.
-”cos we promised to try it vanilla for a while, you dont want me to try that wand again, do you?”
i put my hand on his groin to feel the stir of his cock.
“son of a bitch”
i kicked his balls hard and he groaned in pain.
-”never ever ever say that word, my mom did you no harm, did she?”
“k, so may i sleep sir?”
i never knew which he enjoyed most, being the master or slave but i did enjoy dominating him when he was that willing.
-”strip then go to bed.”
“Nate, it’s fucking cold, what about just showing you the parts you want?”
frowning and showing my dissatisfaction,he put his hands inside his pants pretending to take it off.
i turn the light off and sleep by his side, putting my lips on his, licking then penetrating his mouth, he’s ready with his tongue, i try to undress him and he tries his best to avoid me, i give up after several minutes sweats running down our faces.

“what’s the time?” I grab my player and look at the clock.
-”almost 6″
“tease, strip,sex, sleep or just a shower? you choose.”
-”im tired of teasing, it’s too cold to strip, too late to sleep and too early for a shower.”
“lemme grab some lube then, i’ll be right back”
he went to bathroom and came back.
“bj or backdoor?”
-”the latter”
“ya cold?”
-”not really”
“can you get rid of your pants then?”
i lay on my back, waving my legs in the air saying” do it yourself”
he grabbed my legs and pulled me near the edge throwing my pants to the other side of the room.
“shit, you’re so hard”
i lubed my hole as he take his own pants off and throw on top of mine.
he bent a little and i put my legs on his shoulders, feeling the tip of his cock at my hole.
-”do it fast and deep, you dont have much time if you want me to suck you off”
he smiled and winked before grabbing my hips and shoving his thick 7 inch inside me, i let out a loud moan but his hand silenced it.
he stayed there for a while before pumping hard and fast, almost out then fully in, out and in again and again and again. i could feel him getting harder and harder, i tightened my ass giving him one long squeeze and he couldnt hold it anymore.
he emptied his sacks all inside my ass before collapsing on top of me.
i put my hands round his neck and kissed his lips long and deep, feeling my hard cock pressing against his stomach.
we stayed like that for a while, i think he slept a little before hearing the knock on the door.
“may i come in?” i heard his sister asking politely, probably heard some noises and guessed a few things.
i pushed him away and got outta bed to put on my pants.
i adjusted my cock, covered his sleepy body under the blanket and went for the door.
“morning boys, you wanna take a shower or make breakfast?”
i needed some release for my hard cock but he was pretty asleep and wouldnt help me with that.
” take a shower, we’ll make the breakfast” he said yawning.
and she left to get her towel and clothes.
-” i needed a showe…” i protested but he didnt let me finish my sentence.
“lock the door and come sit here, i think there’s one hard piece of meat that need some help.”

a fuck for the xmas

I came home from college for Christmas break the other day and the day after I got back, my parents went outta town to do some last minute shopping. I had the house to myself all day. I got on the net and went to my usual hookup site and ended up chatting with an older man who actually lived only a few blocks away. As we chatted, he asked me if he could come over and hang out and offered to pay me for my time. Needless to say I jumped at the opportunity and told him where I lived and to come over in a bit. I went to take a shower and right after I got undressed, I heard the doorbell ring. I threw on my bathrobe and answered it, thinking it was a delivery guy or something, but it wasn’t, it was the guy from the net! He was a tall slender man, with salt and pepper hair and he was wearing a pair of Chinos and a blue pullover. I invited him in and we went into the den, sat down and started to chat. He told me that he’d just moved to the area for his job and that he was glad that we met being that he did not know anyone here really. He asked me about school and whatnot and we talked about my college’s football season for a while. Then I think he decided it was time to get down to business, because he stood up and took out his wallet and pulled out a crisp new $100 bill and handed it to me and said, “here ya go, this is for being nice and letting me come over and also for whatever else happens.” I smiled and said thanks and folded the bill in half and put it in the pocket of my robe.
He remained standing, just to the side of me, so I decided to show my thanks for the money. So I turned and reached up, pulled up his shirt and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. I pulled them down to his knees and then grabbed the sides of his boxers and pulled them down as well. Out popped his fully erect 8-inch penis and I took it in my hand and caressed it a little and then took it into my mouth. I began to suck him off at a slow pace, while massaging his balls with my left hand. After awhile, when it was nice and slippery, I stopped and took it out of my mouth and began to jack him off. I looked up at him and smiled and asked if he liked it and he nodded yes, and so I went back to sucking him off, only faster this time. His large hands began to rub the back of my head as I went down on him and I liked the way it felt. After several minutes of that, he pushed his penis as far as it would go into my mouth and I felt his hot spurts hit the back of my throat. He slowly withdrew from my mouth and as I wiped off my mouth, I looked back up at him and asked him if he liked it and he gave a very enthusiastic YES!
He asked to use the restroom and when he returned, I was back sitting on the couch, naked from the waist down and was back to being fully erect. I looked over at him and said, “ready for more I see,” and then I threw a big pillow onto the floor in the middle of the den, right in front of the TV and turned the porno I was watching earlier back on as I lay down on my stomach on top of the big pillow. He then got down in the floor behind me and I felt the back of my robe get flipped up and then I felt him part my ass and then came the oh so wonderful feeling of his hot tongue against my hole. He had a magic tongue on him and he licked me slow, then rough, slow again, then rough again. After several minutes of moaning from that, I felt his fingers go inside me, first one, then two, and after working it like that for a bit, he managed to work in a third. I was moaning and panting as he finger-fucked me at a furious pace, trying my best to grip onto the carpet. This went on for a while and I was loving what was being done to me as much as I was the porn on the screen.
Then he stopped and started to position himself on top of me and once he was in a comfortable position, he slowly slid his long, hard penis inside me. He held onto my shoulders for leverage and began to kiss the sides and back of my neck, as he pumped himself as deep inside me as he could go. Then he gripped my shoulders really tightly and began to ram his dick in me as hard and as fast as he could and I was moaning loud, saying, “oh, oh, oh, that’s it, that’s it…fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” then as I let out a yell of, “ohhhhhh, yeahhhh fuck meeeeeeee…” he rammed it in hard and as deep as it would go and let out a moan of pleasure himself, and I knew he’d just came. His body went limp on top of me and he gave my neck a peck kiss and slowly pulled outta me and we got up and I fixed my robe back in place, while he put his pants and boxers back on. He asked if we could do it again and I said most definitely.

Following dreams part 4

“Come sit on the edge of my bed and lay back…and I’ll do the rest. You’ll be soft when I’m done, but you might be sleepy - so if you take a nap, that’s cool - that’s why I said you might have to stay late.” Kent said.

-”Can you do it now?”, asked Mickey.
“Sure can…c’mon into my room. Remember, if you want me to stop anytime, just let me know, ok?”
-”OK”
Mickey sat on the edge of the king size bed and lay back with his arms at his sides. Kent knelt between his legs and began to tongue the insides of his thighs…working his way up to his crotch…teasing the hair on his nuts with his tongue…nipping at his jewels…gently taking one - then the other - then both into his mouth…flicking his tongue up his firm abdomen - letting his cheek rub against the side of the boy’s rigid tool…then, starting under his balls…flicking his tongue up his shaft to just below the head…pausing and teasing until he started to moan…then pulled his tool to an upright position and took as much as he could in his mouth…working the tender, sensitive shaft with his tongue. He gently held his balls in his fingers, gauging how close to climax he was…and then…Mickey let out a loud gasp and began to shoot stream after stream of hot jism into Kent’s mouth. Kent held the load until his dick began to soften…then slid off and swallowed. He moved up beside the spent lad and put an arm around him. Mickey rolled on his side and wrapped himself around Kent…found his lips and kissed him…actually tasting his own cum on Kent’s lips.
-”Holy shit…if that’s a blow job…don’t ever stop…thank you… thank you…thank you!”
“Now you’re soft - and sleepy…take a nap…we’ll get a few more pictures when you wake up…”
-”Stay here with me?”
“Sure…”
About ninety minutes later Mickey woke from his nap - still in Kent’s arms. They lay there for a few minutes… luxuriating in the warmth and closeness.
-”You want to take some ’soft’ pictures?”
“I only have two more to take…but first, I have a gift for you.”
-”Really?”
“Yeah…I bought you something this morning that I wanted to give you if what I had hoped for really happened.”
-”What did you hope for?”
“That I’d be able to give you a blow job…and that you’d really like it…”
-”I REALLY liked it…!”
“Let me get your gift…then I’ll take the last two pics for today…”
Kent went over to his dresser drawer and took out a small package.
“I got you a ring…a special friendship ring that only you and I will know the significance of…”
-”Cool…can I see it?”
“Let me put it on you…”
Mickey held out his hand…
“Doesn’t go there…here, let me put it in the right place. This will always remind you of the ‘first times’ you had this week with me - you really gave me your virginity, you know…first hand job, then your first male kiss - and…your first blow job!”
Kent had bought him a 1 7/8″ stainless steel cock ring - just like his own. He slid it over his flaccid dick, and popped his balls through one at a time - then, holding Mickey’s sweet package in his hand, leaned over and kissed the top of his dick.
-”Man…is that ever great…and does it ever feel great on…I  don’t know if I’ll ever take it off…wow!”
“Close up picture of your ringed package - OK?”
-”Right on…!”
“Just one more picture…pull off that undershirt.”
-”What’s the picture?”
“I’ve got a camera set that will take our picture together - as we are right now…naked, close, wearing matching rings… something that we both will save, probably for the rest of our lives.”
Kent set the timer…held Mickey close, being sure to expose both their ringed packages…and waited for the flash.

“There…done for the day…hope this doesn’t make you too late getting home.”
-”Well, I’m not really in a hurry…”
“What about the cat?”
*”I lied…I don’t have a cat…can I stay here tonight?”
“What about getting dressed for class tomorrow?”
-”I could skip…or leave early to pick up some clothes.”
“Sure…you can stay…but I’m done taking pictures for now, so you’re off the clock.”
-”I don’t care about the clock…I’m here with you…can I give you a blow job?”
“At the right time…tell you what…I’ll let you suck my dick a little before we go to sleep tonight, how’s that?”
Mickey dropped to his knees and took Kent’s soft tool in his mouth - which immediately started to stiffen…then became rock hard almost instantly.
-”Guess that’s another ‘first’ huh? The first cock I’ve ever had in my hand or mouth belongs to the greatest guy in the world!”  Mickey started to pull on his undershirt…
“Hey, man…what do you think you’re doing? You’re wearing everything you need to wear…!”
-”Just my ring?”
“Just your ring!!”
Kent fixed deli sandwiches, which they ate off the coffee table in the den. The brown leather sofa was the most imposing piece of furniture he had…high back, with arms the same height as the back. Kent sat at the end, spread his legs - one foot on the floor, the other leg against the back, and motioned to Mickey.
“Sit here between my legs so that I can put my arms around you.”
He did - very much aware of Kent’s ringed package nestled against his backside. Kent wrapped his arms and legs around him - feet inside his thighs, spreading his legs, and held him as close as he could.
-”Man…I can’t believe how incredibly cool this is…I think I could fall in love with you real
fast…”
“It’s probably way too early to talk about love…but we’ve already got a great friendship
going, that’s for sure! Maybe it’s because I captured your virginity, who knows…THAT was really special for me…and maybe just because you’re you…”
-”Whatever…I don’t think you ‘captured’ my virginity - I was pretty willing to give it up to
you! Anyway, I sure can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be right this minute than here in your arms…really never thought I’d have anything like this in all my life…you’re SO cool!”
Kent dropped a hand into Mickey’s crotch and started toying with the hair on his balls…now and then running his fingers up his reawakened cock. He lightly circled Mikey’s nipples with the middle finger of his other hand…getting them rigid in no
time, gently pinching them until the young man’s dick was rock hard again.
“Well, well…will you look at what’s happening to your dick…I think you’ve recovered from your blow job!”
-”Yeah…and I can feel the same thing happening to you!”
“Getting you hot gets me hot…!”
He continued teasing his nipples and playing with his balls. Mickey’s dick flexed in involuntary response and he let out a low moan.
“Yup - looks like you’ve fully recovered…you really have one sweet dick - and your balls - absolute jewels…or have I told you that before?”
-”Yeah…you’ve told me…and I’m beginning to believe it!”
Kent continued to tease his tool…causing almost constant flexing.
“Let’s see if I can get another drop or two of pre-cum…ah, yes…there’s some!”
Kent took the drops of sticky, glistening fluid on his index finger and put it in his mouth…
“Just a little sample of what I’m going to enjoy later tonight…!”
-”You’re so bad…!”
“Let me ask you something…when we met, you told me that your name was Mike, and that your friends call you ‘Mickey,’ right?”
-”Yeah…”
“Who calls you ‘Mickey’?”
-”Mom…and I guess…just you.”
“Nobody else?”
-”Not that I can think of.”
“Who calls you Mike?”
-”People at school mostly…nobody else I don’t think.”
“Your legal name is Michael, right?”
-”Yeah…”
“Anybody call you ‘Michael?”
-”Nope.”
“I do! ‘Mickey’ is an ok name for a kid - but not for a man! You’re a man now, so I’m calling you ‘Michael!’”
-”Wow - that’s cool…nobody has ever called me by my real name!”
-”Now can I ask you some questions?”
“Shoot…!”
-”Have you taken pictures of other guys like you take of me?
“Yup.”
-”Have you ever gotten any of them off like you did me?”
“Nope.”
-”Never?”
“Never!”
-”Have you ever given any of them a blow job?”
“Never.”
-”I bet you’ve had sex with a bunch of guys though, right?”
“Depends on your definition of ‘bunch.’ If you’re talking a big bunch - like a bunch of grapes - no…if you’re talking a small ‘bunch’ like a bunch of bananas - yes.”
-”Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
“Long time ago.”
-”What happened?”
“I moved here…he wouldn’t…we split.”
-”Do you have a boyfriend now?”
“I’ve been seeing someone.”
Long, long silence…
-”Do you like him a lot?”
“Yeah, I really do…”
-”Would I like him?”
“Probably…yeah, I guess you would.”
-”Can I meet him sometime?”
“Nope!”
Another long, long silence…
-”Why not…?”
“Just wouldn’t work…”
-”What’s his name?”
“Why do you ask?”
-”I’d just like to know…”
“Michael”
Another REAL long silence…
-”Another guy with my name?”
“Nope…”
-”But you just said…”
“Do the math…how many ‘Michaels’ do you think I know?”
-”You mean…?”
“I guess I do…if that’s ok with you!”
-”You want me to be your boyfriend?”
“You want to be?”
-”Hell, yes!”
Michael’s dick flexed violently…partially in response to Kent’s touch, but more in response to what he had just said. He pulled out of Kent’s embrace, rolled onto his stomach and slid down the smooth leather couch until his face was in Kent’s crotch.
-”Now that I’m your boyfriend…please, PLEASE…can I blow you?”
“You’re not ready I don’t think…I don’t want you to go too fast and then get spooked.”
Michael buried his face in Kent’s package…gingerly licking his balls as Kent had done to him earlier…then running his tongue up his shaft…teasing just below the head…causing the same violent flexing that Michael had demonstrated earlier.
“You learn fast…but I don’t want to wreck a good thing by letting you blow me - as much as you think you want to and are ready…then, having you not like it…and take the chance of losing you - when I just found you - as much as I’d love to have you take my load!”
-”You really want me to…?”
“Hell, yes - I really do…but at the right time…and I’m not sure this is it!”
Michael pulled Kent’s dick into his mouth and began to imitate what had been done to him earlier…taking more than half into his mouth…working the underside with his tongue…Kent moaned loudly. Michael broke the rhythm…
-”I really, really want to do this…please, please don’t tell me I can’t - I want to take your jizm so that it becomes part of me…I know I won’t be as good at it as you are…but I want it to be my ‘friendship ring’ gift  from me to you…please?”
“It doesn’t matter how good you do it…just because you want to makes it wonderful…ok - you can blow me!”
Michael took to it like a pro - Kent knew that he’d never given head before, but he was a natural! He worked his tool…moved to his balls when he sensed that he was close to ejaculation…back to the cock - and then…much sooner than Kent had expected…he
shot a huge load into Michael’s ravishing mouth.
“AAAARRRRRRggghhhhh! Oh - oh - ahhh - I’m done…oh, that was great…oh, maaaaan!”
Michael held Kent’s rod in his mouth until he felt the firmness begin to subside, then let his softening tool slip from between his lips…looked Kent directly in the eye…and swallowed his load.
-”Did I do good?”
“You did absolutely GREAT! Are you ok with it?”
-”I never enjoyed doing something for somebody any more in my whole life…especially you - my own boyfriend! I loved blowing you - and want to do it a lot more…!”
“Come up here and let me hold you again…you’re fantastic!”
Michael and Kent lay locked silently in each other’s arms for a half hour or more…Kent luxuriating in the warmth of this great young stud…Michael in the glow of being totally and completely free with another man - who knew exactly how he felt and what he was thinking.
“You know something?”
-”What?”
“I’m glad you don’t have a cat!”
-”Why?”
“So you can stay with me tonight!”
-”If I had a cat - he’d have a litter box, I guess…so I could stay anyway!”
“Yeah, I thought the cat excuse was sort of lame…but it worked! How long is your mother gone for?”
-”Until Sunday night.”
“Would you like to stay until she gets back?”
-”You serious?”
“Why would I joke about that?”
-”I’d LOVE to…”
“You can help me with a wedding party shoot tomorrow afternoon - it’s a real big deal, and I can use the help moving lights and stuff. When you go home to pick up some things…bring some jeans and more ‘helper’ stuff like that…and don’t forget your jock and anything else we might use in our private shoot on Friday…you’ve already got the orange bikini - we’ll do some fun stuff that just you and I will see!”
-”Cool”
“What time is it?”
-”Probably about 7:30, why?”
“I usually work out a couple hours at the gym on Wednesday evenings…but I’m so content here - I might just put it off until tomorrow night…and you could come with me and we could work out together. There are several ‘regulars’ there that I usually work out with - I go three times a week…they’re there every night…anyway, that’ll give me a chance to introduce my new boyfriend - will drive ‘em wild with jealousy!”
-”They’d be jealous of you having me?”
“You’d better believe it…they’ve been ragging on me for months about not having a boyfriend…I just had to wait for the right guy to come along!”
-”You really think I’m the right guy?”
Kent shifted so that they were lying face-to-face and dick-to-dick on the wide sofa, kissed him passionately while squeezing his still rigid tool.
“Does this give  you a clue?
-”Yeah…it really does…it really does!”
Neither man made any effort to get up from the sofa for the rest of the evening. It was almost like a “honeymoon” night - kissing, touching, caressing, fondling, licking, rubbing - without almost no words being exchanged. Kent had intended to give Michael another blowjob - but in the “mellowness” of the mood, just held and cuddled him. About 10:30 they moved to the bedroom…wrapped themselves in each other’s arms, and drifted off into contented sleep.
Thursday morning Kent woke about 5:30 a.m. Michael was still sound asleep beside him - with a morning “woody.” That morning he experienced a wake-up call that he’d remember all his life! He was grinning broadly when he left at 6:45 to run home on the way to class and pick up a few clothes for the rest of the week.

you can read other parts here:  3 & 2

Planned Rape

Ian drove his new black extended cab truck slowly, smoothly, like a hunting shark. He cruised around the nighttime city, past strip malls and supermarkets, through high-class neighborhoods and decrepit slums. Near the edge of the city, where the sidewalks and newly paved streets gave way to winding, hidden back roads, he found his prey.
Ian drove up to the young man slowly, trying to get a good look at him as he walked backward in the shadows, holding his thumb out. He had one hand in his pocket. He was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged his muscular pecs and emphasized the tight lines of his stomach - he was cute. Ian stopped the truck and opened the window.
“Where’re you headed?” he asked.
“Bedford,” he said. “You headed that way?”
“I am now,” Ian said. He unlocked the passenger door. “Get in.”
“Thanks,” the man said. He jogged around the front of the truck, his dark hair gleaming in the headlights. He climbed in. “I’m Doug.” He held out his hand. Ian took it, and they locked eyes.
“I’m Ian.”
The handshake lasted a beat too long, and when it broke, Doug settled in the seat, conspicuously adjusting his jeans around his crotch. Ian started driving.
“This is a huge truck,” Doug said. “Nice.”
“I like my toys big,” He noticed Doug biting his bottom lip to stifle a smile. “Kinda late to be walking all the way to Bedford. Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Doug said. He ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his blue eyes. “I was just in town looking for work. Took longer than I thought. I didn’t know the buses don’t run after seven.”
“Not from around here, huh?”
“No, I’m from Connecticut.”
“Public transportation around here leaves a lot to be desired. What do you do for work?”
Doug squirmed in his seat a little bit. “Umm… a little of this and that.”
“Really? You get a medical plan with that?” Ian chuckled. Doug grinned confidently.
“Let’s just say I do what I need to do.”
Ian smirked. “I bet.” As he drove, he rested his right hand on his thigh, pretending to rub an itch. He moved his hand up to his crotch and started slowly massaging himself to erection, until the thick shape of it was clearly straining against his jeans. From the corner of his eye, he could see Doug watching.
“You got a girlfriend, Doug?”
“Nope.” Doug shifted in his seat, revealing an impressive bulge of his own.
“A good looking guy like you, with a body like that, they should be banging your door down.”
“Oh, there’s a lot of banging going on, trust me,” Doug laughed. “But I don’t have much need for a girlfriend.”
He stretched in his seat, and Ian watched Doug’s t-shirt ride up on his stomach. The low waist of his jeans just barely grazed the top of his pubes, and his erection was hard enough to create a gap between the fabric and his skin.
“I see,” Ian said. He pressed a button on his left, and the locks clicked shut.
Doug raised his eyebrows, and sat up straight. Ian turned a hard right Doug begged, “Please!”
Ian slapped Doug’s ass and hissed - “Shut up!” And as he was about to plunge in he was startled by a siren wailing in his ear. It was coming from Doug’s pants pocket. His cell phone!
“Dammit, Doug!” Ian shrugged Doug’s feet off his shoulder.
“Oh shit, I forgot.” Doug struggled to fish his phone out from the bundle around his ankles. It continued to ring. “I have to take this.”
“I thought we agreed not to bring phones, babe.”
“I know, I know, shh…” He found the phone, flipped it open, and held it to his ear. “Hey Mom…”
Ian groaned and pulled his pants up. He caught snippets of the conversation.
“…I know, I know… Yeah, I’m fine… Ian picked me up… we’re pulling into his driveway right now…”
Ian picked up the gun and squirted water into Doug’s face.
“Dude, my phone!” Doug whispered to Ian, and then, louder - “…bye, Mom. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He snapped his phone shut.
“That’s why we weren’t supposed to bring phones.” He squirted Doug again and laughed.
“I’m sorry. I told her I’d call her when I got home. I forgot I even had it.”
He watched as Ian climbed back into the driver’s seat.
Doug sighed. “I was totally getting into that. Guess the mood’s ruined, huh?”
“Not necessarily,” Ian said slyly. “Get your pants on.”
“What are you thinking?” Doug asked. He climbed back into the front and buckled his pants.
“Well, suppose we didn’t stop. Suppose I brought you back to my secluded ‘farmhouse of despair’…” Ian suggested. He turned the ignition and drove up the dirt road, towards the porch lights.
“But I escape, and you hunt me in the sunflower fields…”
“Ooh, I like that.” He aimed the water pistol back at Doug’s head. “Now shut up. My place is right up the road, there…”
Doug giggled. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t shoot…”

Following dreams part 3

Mikey rang the doorbell about 2:45 on Wednesday afternoon. Kent thought he might be early - and as he had before, dressed for the occasion! Today, a pair of sandals, a cock ring and an orange bikini swimsuit…very thin, with the lining cut out, of course!!
-”Holy shit…do you ever look cool!”
Mikey was wearing a white athletic undershirt tucked into white gym shorts.
“You’re lookin’ pretty good yourself, my man…so, how’ve you been?”
-”Great…well, not really great - I wanted to come by yesterday afternoon so bad I could hardly stand it…but I don’t want to become a pest!”
“Hey, I told you Monday…anytime is ok If I’m busy, I’ll let you know…but I’ll always be glad to see you - and glad that you want to see me!”
-”I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Monday afternoon…really wanted to just stay here, but I knew that I couldn’t. I worked out real hard Monday evening after I left - and I was hard all the time…all I could think about was you and what you had done to me…so I jacked off…and that didn’t help. I watched some TV, then went to bed…when I woke up yesterday I was still thinkin’ about you…so I jacked off again - it was ok, but not like you did it. I got home yesterday afternoon…still thinking about you…and well - you know…I had to do it again! I got up this morning, and I knew I was coming over…and I was so glad! Thanks for being my friend…I know I’m young…but I know when someone really likes me - and you’re not a fake friend, I can tell.”
“Did you jack off this morning?”
-”Well, no…I knew I was coming over…and, um, well…um…you know…but you don’t have to if…”
Kent stopped him in mid-sentence, placing one hand on his mouth and one on his crotch.
“I’ll take care of everything…trust me! Hey - is there a liner in these shorts?”
-”Yeah.”
“Won’t be when you leave today…!”
-”You’re bad!!”
“I know! Come on over here and look at Monday’s pictures before we take some more…these really turned out great!”
-”Wow - these with your hand on my dick and my balls -they’re really cool…and, wow - do I cum that much?”
“Yeah, you do…you got cum all over my chest!”
-”I’m sorry…!”
“I’m not…don’t you be! Lets get some pictures taken. Did you bring any underwear or your jock today?”
-”No…just these shorts…maybe I could borrow yours…”
“Maybe some other time - I’ve got some ideas for some great pictures for today…drop the shorts and keep on the undershirt!”
Mickey did as he was asked…the liner in his shorts releasing a full blown erection as soon as he slid them down.
“Looks like you’re ready for some great pictures…hey, hand me those shorts!”
Again Mickey complied and handed Kent his shorts. Kent grabbed his scissors and quickly cut the liner out and handed them back.
“Here - put these back on…”
Mickey did - his unrestrained dick very, very obvious…and very, very hard! Kent fondled the package…rolling his nuts through the fabric - and slid his index and middle fingers up his rigid shaft, knowing that the combination of touch and fabric - to say nothing of the fact that he hadn’t cum yet today - would drive him bonkers!
“Ah…that’s much more like it - I want to be able to really feel your stuff…and this really feels good!”
Mickey stepped back from his touch…
-”Whoa, man…if you touch me any more right now…well, you know…and I don’t want to yet!”
“I just love doing that to you…and let’s face it - you love having me do it!”
-”Yeah, yeah…I do, but if you do something like that - like, if we ever go out in public together - I’m really, really going to be embarrassed! If I was wearing these shorts out some place and saw something that gave me a hard-on - or you did something that gave me a bone, I wouldn’t be able to keep it covered like I could before…!”
“My thought exactly!”
-”You’re REALLY bad!! Like, you know, if we were someplace and I looked over and saw you in those trunks…I’d want to grab you - and I know I’d get a rod on just lookin’ - like right now, I want to feel your stuff”
“You can ‘feel my stuff’ any time you want, my man - I put these swim trunks on today so that you’d want to…!”
Mickey groped Kent’s package through the pants… squeezing and tugging…with predictable swelling!
-”You really feel good - I keep thinking about how nice it is to feel your cock and balls - and how nice they are to look at…and how I want to play with them all the time…I love it when you feel me…but it’s so cool to feel you back…I guess that’s how I know you really like me!”
“You’re makin’ me blush - well, not really…but we need to get some pictures taken! Lose those shorts again…you won’t need them until you go home.”
-”Would you do something for me?”
“Name it…”
-”Would you take yours off too…I really like to look at you all naked…not just with your shirt off.”
Kent complied…peeling off the trunks, and in a sudden flash of inspiration handed them to Mickey.
“Here - you can have ‘em…we might even get some pictures of you in ‘em some other day!”
-”Wow…these are great…but I know I won’t look as good in them as you do!”
“Yeah, you will - probably better…but lets get busy…I want you to bend over and grab your ankles for me.”
-”Are you going to take a picture of my ass hole?”
“Well, your ass might be in the picture…but I want to get a bunch of pictures of your cock and balls from behind and underneath - ok?”
-”OK…how’s this?”
Mikey did as he was asked…revealing beautiful buns, lightly haired, with a dark fur crack trail. Kent’s exposed tool twitched…unseen by Mickey, but VERY real to Kent. He ran his fingers up and down the crack a couple times…reaching between the boy’s legs to fondle his balls.
“Man - you have a great ass…something we’ll have to explore later…for now, I want you to spread your legs a little more - I’m going to lay on the floor underneath you and get some pictures of your goodies…just move as I tell you, ok?”
-”Is it ok that I’m hard?”
“Oh, yeah…it’s very ok - first, I’m going to get a close-up of the back of your balls…I may feel them a little to loosen them up - (yeah, right) then I’m going to lay down between your legs…you can stand up…and I’m going to shoot you from the floor with your balls in the foreground. Great…now I want you to turn around, put your feet next to my chest…and squat down so that your cock and balls are right over my face…I want to get some real close pics…”
Mickey turned around and squatted as he had been asked… now facing Kent’s feet.
-”Man - you’re still hard too! That’s way cool…is it because you’re takin’ pictures of me hard?”
“Sure is…I told you Monday that it happens to guys when they see something really hot…and I’m takin’ pictures of something really hot!”
Mickey’s balls were just inches above his face…young, tight, hairy - incredible. Kent couldn’t resist the urge to fondle them again before he took a picture.
“Kid, you’ve got about the most perfect balls I’ve ever seen - just the right size…left just a tad lower than the right…perfect hair pattern…absolutely beautiful…hope you don’t mind if I just can’t resist feeling ‘em a little now and then.”
-”This sounds weird, I know - but I really like it when your hands are on me anyplace…and especially when you play with my balls and mess with my dick!”
Kent took several pictures from the floor…wanted to get a couple other “specials…”
“I want to get a couple of your cock with just a drop of pre-cum, so I’m going to work your dick a bit…if I get you too close, let me know because I don’t want you to cum yet -ok?”
-”Sure…I’m close, but I think I can hold back!”
Mickey was still squatting over him…he grasped his rod…gently squeezing and stroking…working his thumb just under the head…until just a single drop of pre-cum appeared - and he got his picture.
“There - that’s it for right now…we can take a break if you want…and then we’ll go for something else.”
They both got to their feet and faced each other - the only piece of fabric between them the undershirt that Mickey was wearing. Both had erections. Kent locked his fingers behind Mickey’s neck and looked into his eyes.
“Are you sure that you’re ok with my taking sexy pictures of you…and getting you off on Monday?”
-”It’s great…I can’t believe I’m this free with anybody…like I said, I’ve been thinking about you all the time since Monday…and I’ve been thinking and thinking about feeling you…is that ok?”
Kent took Mickey’s right hand and placed it on his balls, then returned his hands to the back of his neck. Mickey hefted his balls…rolled them in his hand…got both hands involved… stroked his dick…squeezed it…tugged it…actually brought him very close to climax!
“Do you like what you’re feeling?”
-”Ohhhh, yesssss….I’ve never felt another guy’s cock and balls before I met you…and I don’t want to stop…!”
“I gotta tell you…I really like you feeling me…and I’ve been thinking about you since Monday too…and, well…yesterday and today when I was….um…well - when I was jacking off, I was thinking about you, and how I jacked you and got your cum all over my chest…and how I’d love for you to jack me sometime.”
-”For real?”
“For real! You’re sure you’re ok with this, though…right?”
-”I’ve been fantasizing about this kind of thing since I was 14 - I’m totally ok!”
“‘another question…have you ever been kissed by a man?”
-”That’s something else that I’ve thought about a lot…I’ve never been kissed by anyone but my mother…maybe I shouldn’t tell you, but I’ve been thinking about kissing you ever since our first picture session.”
Kent leaned toward him and kissed him lightly on the lips. Mickey’s grip on his cock and balls tightened…Kent dropped a hand and cupped his balls…then ran a finger up he length of his erection. He pulled him closer…gave him just a flick of tongue, and was elated when full tongue was returned. He could tell that they were both awfully close to ejaculation…and called a break.
“You learn quick Mickey…real quick…you’re going to be a great kisser!”
-”Wow…when your lips touched mine, my dick almost exploded - can we kiss some more?”
“In a while…I want to get some more pictures…and it may mean that you’ll have to stay late…do you need to call home, or anything?”
-”Nah…Mom’s out of town for a couple days…so I can stay as late as I need to…just have to get home in time to let the cat out!”
“I’d like to get some ’soft’ pictures…”
-”I can’t get soft without…well, I guess you know…you could do what you did Monday…that probably would make me soft for a while, I think.”
“Yeah, it would…but there is something else that I’d like to do to get you soft…but if you don’t want me to, I can do what I did Monday…ok?”
-”OK - what would you like to do?”
“Have you ever heard of getting a blow job?”
-”Some guys at school used to talk about their girlfriends giving them blow jobs…I think they called it ‘head’ - but I don’t think I want a girl touching me there…”
“I touch you - and you like me to…do you think I could give you a blow job? Girls can never give a good blow job…they have no idea how a guy feels, and what feels good to him…only another guy does!”
-”You want to give me a blow job? Is that better than what you did with your hand?”
“You won’t believe it…but if you don’t want me to, I won’t - and if I start and you don’t like it…you can just tell me to stop, and I will.”
-”I think I’d like you to…what do I have to do?”
“Come sit on the edge of my bed and lay back…and I’ll do the rest. You’ll be soft when I’m done, but you might be sleepy - so if you take a nap, that’s cool - that’s why I said you might have to stay late.”

Following dreams part 2

Mickey called at noon on Monday to be sure that Kent was expecting him - which, of course…he was! Maybe “anticipating” would be a better term! Kent decided to “push the envelope” a bit…cock ring and gauze shorts. This would give Mickey something to look at while he was shooting pictures…might even make some of the pictures better! Mickey arrived promptly at three…wearing a tank identical to the one Kent had on the previous week, and a pair of skin tight jeans. His backpack was slung over one shoulder.
“Hey, man…great to see you again! You’re really a ‘right on time’ guy, which I appreciate.”
-”Actually…I had to circle the block a couple times so I wouldn’t be too early!”
“Don’t worry about that…any time you want to be early, be my guest! In fact…any time you’re in the neighborhood and want to drop in, that’d be cool too. You really look hot in that tank, by the way!”
-”Thanks to you…you looked so hot the other day I had to find a tank like you had on! Hope you don’t think I’m a copy-cat!”
“I’m flattered…you can copy me any time you want…!”
-”Wow…those are cool shorts you’ve got on…even cooler than the ones you had on the other day. I wanted to find a pair of those too, but couldn’t…now I’d like a pair like these!”
“I just might get some for you…you can only get them through a catalog I have…I’ll see what I can do! It really blows my mind that a young guy like you wants to copy the way an old guy like me dresses!”
-”You’re the coolest ‘old guy’ I’ve ever met…good lookin’, in shape, sexy…er, um…well, ah…”
“Don’t worry…I catch your drift…and thanks! Wanna see your pictures from last week?”
Kent pulled out the glossies from their previous shoot…really pretty decent “soft” pictures…
-”Hey, these are really good…maybe I do look better than I thought!”
“Yeah, you’re really photogenic…how do you like this close up I took of your crotch?”
-”Wow…I look like…well, I mean…I can’t believe it’s me…am I really that big?”
“You never look quite the same in the mirror as you do to others…yes, you’re a very ‘well equipped!’ young man! Let’s get busy and get some more hot pictures, ok?”
-”OK. whatever you say…!”
Now, THERE was an open door if there ever was one!
“As hot as that tank is, you’ve got to lose it. Are you wearing underwear today?”
-”Yeah…same as before.”
“Got your jock with you?”
-”Yeah…”
“For the first set of pics, I want you to lose the underwear and just have on your jeans. You can go into the bathroom to switch out if you want.”
-”I’ll be right back…”
In just a couple minutes Mickey returned…he looked the same, but Kent knew that the underwear was gone.
“OK. here’s what I want you to do…unbutton all but the last button of your fly…open it up, and pull as much hair as you can through the V of the opening.”
Mickey complied…
“That’s great! Now…now don’t get too embarrassed…I gotta ask, is your dick getting a little hard?”
-”Well, yeah…”
“Good…I want you to pack your cock and balls into the left leg of the shorts…and I’d like the tip of your dick just barely showing.”
Mickey obeyed again, producing a succulent basket…
“I’m gonna get a full body shot, and some close ups…hands behind your head…great! I want to get your chest…one with your pecs and pits…a couple of the open fly and your bushy pubes…and some really tight shots showing the tip or your dick…OK?”
-”You better hurry…if I get harder, I’m gonna pop out and ruin the picture!”
Fat chance of ruining the picture that way! Kent took about half a roll - some from every angle…he knew they were good!
“OK. now I want to get some from above your head. Kneel down on the floor and lean back as far as you can…I want to shoot into the open fly and catch your bush and the bulge that your dick is making…is that ok with you?”
-”Yeah…this is fun - at least for me!”
“You’re a great model…and I’m really enjoying this too, believe me!”
Kent got several more pictures and told Mickey he could get up. The effect of getting these sexy shots was becoming quite evident in Kent’s shorts, and he knew it…and he knew that Mickey would soon discover it! When the guys stood up, the younger man filled his eyes with Kent’s rod, thinly veiled by the gauze shorts…and accentuated by his cock ring.
-”Kent…”
“Yeah…”
-”You hard?”
“Yeah…guess I am.”
-”Because of me?”
“Who else?”
-”Wow…!”
“I told you the other day that it happens to all guys when they see something really hot…so, it happens…!”
-”I’m hot?”
“You better believe it…! Let’s get back to work before I lose control all together! You got your lucky jock with you?”
-”Yeah…”
“Go put it on, ok?”
-”Will do…”
Mickey was back in a flash, just wearing his tattered jock…and it was tattered…even had a couple small holes in the pouch, and the straps and waistband were really worn.
“Now, that is a well-worn jock! How long have you had it?”
-”Well…I’m 18 now , bought it when I was 13, so I guess 5 years.”
“Let’s get some pictures before it rots off…it is old!! Once more, hands behind your head…waistband folded down a little so that there’s a good bush display…yeah, that’s it! Is there any way that you can tuck your dick under your balls so that it really shows in the pouch?”
Mickey tried…and failed miserably…
“That’s ok - up to either the left or right is good…you could even let the tip out of the waistband if you’d like…”
-”I can’t wait to see these pictures…do you really think I’m that sexy?”
“Look at my shorts, kid…look at my shorts!”
Kent took a few more crotch close-ups and they took a break.
“By the way…happy 18th birthday! I didn’t get you a present - but I will…maybe those shorts you’d like!”
-”You’ve already given me the present of letting me be sexy the way I’ve wanted to be sexy since I was 14 years old - I think you really know where I’m at…I mean, with the sex thing and all…”
“Yeah man, I really do…I remember when I was your age…and didn’t have a friend to turn to…but, that’s another story…let’s keep taking pictures…!”
-”OK. what’s next?”
“I’m going to lay on the floor…I want you to straddle my chest so I can get some real close pics of you in your ‘lucky jock.’ Is that cool with you?”
-”That’s way cool…!!”
Kent lay down…Mickey straddled him. Kent could smell his masculinity! What a turn-on…he had a full blown rod on, but it was behind Mickey’s back…at least for the moment!
“Before I take a picture, I’m going to pull as much hair as I can from underneath the cloth…then I want you to lean back on your hands , put them beside my hips, so that I can shoot right up your torso.”
Kent then began pulling the pubic hair from under Mickey’s jock. He “accidentally” kept bumping his balls…and dick…which made them both hotter by the second…though Mickey didn’t know all that was going on in Kent’s shorts…or in his mind, for that matter!
“OK. I’m ready for some pictures…lean back and relax!”
He got some more great shots…really sexy stuff…Mickey’s firm balls were clearly outlined, as was his firm rod…and there was no question as to his circumcision!
“Now…I need your explicit permission for this one…I want to get a couple pictures of my hand resting on your crotch…is that cool with you?”
-”Well…yeah, I guess…why not…?”
“Has anyone ever touched your crotch before?”
-”Not exactly…”
“Meaning…?”
-”No…”
“You sure it’s ok?”
-”If it’s you, yeah…in fact, I’d like you to touch me!”
Kent almost shot his load…but didn’t want to be premature!!
“If you want me to quit…just say the word, and I will, ok?”
-”OK.”
Kent placed his left hand on the young man’s pouch, with his index finger beside his rigid cock, and took a picture.
“Can I move your dick?”
-”Yeah…but be careful…I’m close, er…I mean…um, be careful!”
Kent gingerly moved his dick through the jock material…knowing that friction would heighten Mickey’s arousal…to straight up, and took a couple more pictures…one of his hand resting on the outlined tool. As much as he’d love to get a cum shot…the time wasn’t right yet - and the jock had to go before he did anyway!
“There…I’m done…you can relax a little now…”
-”Whew…when you moved my dick, I almost….well…well, you know!”
“I sure do know…and that might happen, but not yet…”
-”If it happens with you, that’d be cool…oops, I guess I shouldn’t have said that…sorry!”
“Don’t be sorry…you have no idea how flattering that is to someone twice your age…you just made my day!”
They stood up…Mickey immediately noticed Kent’s boner.
-”Wow…is that because of me?”
“‘Afraid so…”
-”Can I ask another question?”
“Sure…”
-”You touched me…can I touch you?”
“Ever touched another guy before?”
-”Not really…well, no!”
“You sure you want to?”
-”I dreamed about touching you last night…oh, there I go again .shouldn’t have said that either, I guess!”
“It’s ok. I’ve been thinking about touching you too…so we’re even!”
Mickey wrapped his fingers around Kent’s tool through the flimsy shorts, and just held it for a minute.
-”Damn…that’s hard!”
“So’s yours, kid!”
-”Yeah…but yours is so…so…I don’t know, it just feels so great!”
“Tell you what…I have a few more pictures I want to take…take off your jock and let me finish, ok?”
-”You mean, get naked?”
“Is that alright?”
-”Well, YEAH…you want some pictures of me naked?”
“Sure do…!”
-”Another question?”
“Sure…”
-”Will you get naked while you take the pictures?”
“No problem…you lose yours, I’ll lose mine!”
Mickey stripped off his jock…Kent slipped out of his shorts.
-”Can I touch you again?”
“You sure can…can I touch you?”
-”Oh, yeah…”
“Let me touch you first, then you touch me in the same way, ok?”
Kent cupped the young man’s hairy balls, rolling them gently in his hand then ran a finger up his rock hard shaft…stopping at the “G” spot just under the head. Mickey’s cock flexed violently. He wrapped his fingers around the raging bone…squeezing and gently stroking until he knew that he was just seconds from cumming…something he wanted to postpone for a few more minutes…
-”Oh, oh, ahhhh…I almost…it’s just that…I never had anyone touch my dick before…is it always this great when another guy touches you?”
“Usually…now why don’t you do the same to me…”
Mickey filled his hand with Kent’s balls…a bit heavier than his own, but just as firm. He then slowly began stroking Kent’s rod, savoring the increasing firmness as he did so then went back to his balls ,relishing the hairy orbs…not wanting to let go…
-”Oh…this is so great - I feel so free…thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“No thanks needed…I think there are more good times ahead, and there are so many things I’d like to teach you…if you want me to!”
-”Oh, yes - PLEASE…this is so, so cool!”
“You up for one more set of pictures this afternoon?”
-”Yeah…”
“This won’t take real long - but I hope it will be the best part of your turning 18…I want to do another set just like we did with the jock - except without the jock…ok?”
-”OK”
Kent lay on the floor again…camera in hand…Mickey straddled him as he had before. He could tell the kid was incredibly turned on, and absolutely had to get his rocks off in order to function.
“You just lean back like you did before…let me get you ready for a few more pictures…might ask you a question or two as we go along - but these pictures will be the best of the day…I promise!”
He began to massage Mickey’s balls with his left hand snapping pictures with his right…wishing he had two free hands, but then this was just the beginning! He stroked his cock…pulling it up straight…catching a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip…letting it snap back on his belly…smoothly stroking more, until Mickey began to moan…
-”Oh…you’re going to have to stop…or I’ll cum…!”
“Do you want to cum…?”
-”Yeah, but is it ok…I mean, I might get some on you!”
“It’s more than ok. it’s perfect…I wouldn’t mind at all if you got your cum on my chest! Do you want me to get you off?”
-”Oh, yeah…I’m almost there…!”
Kent increased the tightness of his grip and continued the steady rhythm of his stroking, capturing it all on film. He could tell that the lad was within a few short strokes of ejaculation…
-”Oh, oh…oh…..ahhhhh…..eeeeeee-aaaaaa!”
Mickey shot stream after stream of hot ‘teen jism. Kent pulled his cock straight up so that the cum would fall on his chest, rather than on Mickey’s…and caught every drop on film! Spent, Mickey rolled off onto the floor and caught his breath.
“You doin’ ok, man?”
-”Oh, yeah…that was incredible…I’ve been jackin’ off since I was 13, and never shot a load that felt as good as that…that was the best ever!”
“Well…we’ll see if it stays ‘the best’…but for now it is. you ok with me getting you off?”
-”I told you that I dreamed about touching you…in the same dream I dreamed you got me off…but this was FAR better than my dream…you are absolutely the neatest guy I ever met!”
“Thanks…I hope you think so in a couple years!”
After recovering…before dressing…Kent and Mickey had a couple Cokes, and just sat close on Kent’s leather sofa.
-”I want to get you off…”
“There’ll be lots of time for that…I hadn’t planned on getting you off like I did today…but I’m sure glad I did…and that you’re not pissed at me for doing it!”
-”Pissed…man, you have no idea how great that was…!”
“Trust me…I DO know how great it was…and I hope it’s going to get better even!”
-”It couldn’t.”
“It will. I got plans!”
Mickey left about 5…Kent headed for the darkroom…Mickey was due back on Wednesday afternoon at 3…unless, of course, he showed up before!

peeking in the church yard

It was our favorite place to skinny dip, St. John’s. It was a huge estate with a church, seminary and nunnery on it. There was a large pond on the property as well. There was a fence, but for eighteen-year-old boys it was no problem, none at all. So, almost every night during the summer after graduation we would sneak over the fence, glide to the pond, set lookouts, strip and go skinny dipping. There were usually about five of us, though sometimes there were nine or more. Frankly, though I was pretty much hetero, I was very anal and had fantasized about cocks so seeing all the bouncing dicks of my buddies was hot. Whenever I would start to erect, I would go into the water. I really didn’t think it would be good to let them see me get a hard on from looking at them.

About the middle of the summer, most of my buddies were out of town, their families on vacation. I had nothing to do, so I sneaked onto the church property by myself. I was very quiet, as I had no lookout. I guess it was about 10:30 when I heard the voices. I quickly glided to the shore, grabbed my clothes and hid. It was two nuns. They passed right by me. I heard one say, “it’s okay, they’re not here tonight.”

The other nun laughed, “Too bad, I really like watching them.”

This brought a laugh from the other nun as well. I realized these two nuns had been spying on us as we swam naked. They sat on the edge of the lake and talked. I could hear them perfectly.

“Is Father Jackson still bothering you?”

The other replied in a bit of a bantering tone, “yes. Yesterday he came into my room and exposed himself. It was a bit pitiful.”

They both laughed, and then, amazingly kissed. They hugged, kissed, and I saw their hands moving. They talked, kissed, and, slowly, disrobed. I was amazed at how young they were, and how pretty. One had large breasts with very big nipples and the other had tiny “bee sting” breasts. Both had hairy crotches. I stood there, naked, hard and jerking my dick as these two beautiful nuns made love. Although there was some oral sex, it was brief. They masturbated each other more and kissed, long and deep. Finally, I suppose both orgasmed. They talked awhile more about nothing, dressed and then left. I had orgasmed twice.

I began to go to the church grounds every night. For two nights, nothing happened. Then, the third night, I heard voices again. I hadn’t even been swimming, just hiding in the bushes. This time it was two priests, I guess they were priests. They came to the shore and sat on one of the benches there. “This okay?” one asked and the other said it was. I watched, amazed, as one, the shorter one, knelt before the other, opened his black pants, pulled out his penis and started to suck it. Again, my dick was out. This time I had also brought a good-sized cucumber, which was up my anus, and as I watched the two priests, I fucked myself with it while I masturbated. They began to take turns sucking each other, one would kneel and suck, and then they would change places. One finally came saying, “watch, here it comes.” The one who was sucking never pulled away, clearly he had swallowed the holy offering whole. When it was his turn, his priestly friend returned the favor. They both rearranged their clothing and left. They had both been fairly young, no older than thirty. To say I was amazed would be an understatement. But, peeping was sure a hell of a lot more exciting that jerking off to a tattered magazine!

After two nights of no action, I began to carefully wander the property. I found that there was a beautiful little garden close to the main seminary building. I had hit the jackpot. It seemed every night I got treated to priests having sex. I never saw any nuns again, but the priests were very, very randy. I watched them, hidden by the thick bushes, as they would fuck and suck each other. I especially loved to watch them have anal sex, as I would penetrate myself with whatever I had brought with me. As I watched, it was I being fucked. Their ages varied from my age, to sixty or even older. It seemed to me that every priest at the seminary was queer.

I had decided not to go to college, at least not right away. I got a job in a local department store, and that is another story. I continued to peep, but as the weather cooled, the outdoor activities seemed to slacken, and then stop. There was no greater desire of mine than to be invisible so I could go inside the Seminary for I knew that what they had been doing outside, they were not doing inside.

That winter, I had my first gay experience, my supervisor at the department store. We became lovers, and when I was 19 I moved to the city. My parents didn’t know it, but I moved with my lover. Although my relationship with Jonathon was great, fulfilling, I missed the stolen, secretive moments of watching priests have sex together and would often, as Jonathon made love, think of those times.

Following dreams on your birthday

HaPPy BirThDay to me first,

then Happy Birthday

after that Happy Happy birthday.

repeat this 100 times, ok you don’t care? Fucking %&^%&*%$&$ in 365 days a year I just have one day that belongs to me so I wanna be happy today.

27, I made it this long. I could have died a long time ago, but I’m still breathing and planning for my birthday.

The funny thing is that even the Temperature is 27F. Apart from Mitt who keeps on walking on my nerves, life looks great, I decided not to give a damn shit to that fucking ex governor. It’s not my fault, he’s so much in the news.

So I was saying it’s my birthday. Surely I’m happy though I didn’t sleep much and didn’t let him sleep, he looked so sleepy, puffy red eyes and had a headache when i left home to work, he must feel fine later, or he promised me so.

I wanted a special day and he suggested a dinner out, I wanted in somewhere gay and he suggested 209. I like that place but it’s not a good place for little kids so I thought we could go somewhere less gay and more proper for family. I did the reservation and I know he will have a heart-attack when he sees the prices.

The fact is I can’t concentrate on anything, I really wanted to stay home and enjoy his company, unfortunately here money doesn’t grow on trees ( I dunno about other parts of the globe)

My mind is blank and I don’t want to share my birthday cake with anyone so I thought starting a new series can be fun.

He’s here and  I have to go cos I’m hungry and it’s lunch time.

Another happy birthday to me.

Have nice time everybody, I try to enjoy myself and  I have this feeling that tonight’s gonna be one special night, I will think about sharing it or not.

Ciao!

note: This post and several coming posts will be pretty vanilla and romantic cos I’m more in the mood for romance than B&D, S&M.

*****

It was Saturday morning. Kent could tell that it was going to be a long wait…there were only two seats left in the barber shop, and only two barbers working today. He figured that he might as well wait - he didn’t have any great plans…was between photo shoots…and he really needed a haircut…so an hour, even two, would be ok. About five minutes later the door opened, and a young guy walked in - looked to be in his ‘teens - maybe early 20’s…good lookin’… dressed in gym shorts and a tank…obviously worked out with weights. He looked around and took the only available seat - next to Kent. Kent looked up from his magazine when the kid sat down.
“Hey…”
-”Looks like there’s a long wait…you been here long?”
“Nah…only about five minutes, but it might be over an hour before they get through all the guys ahead of us.”
-”That’s ok with me I don’t have anything special to do until this afternoon anyway.”
“My name’s Kent. I usually come to this shop, but don’t remember ever seeing you here before…of course, I’m not here 24-7!”
-”My name’s Mike. Errr my friends call me Mickey. I just moved here from Chicago  and will graduate from High School in about a month…I’ll turn 18 just before I do…next week, in fact! How about you?”
“Well, I’ve lived here for a bunch of years…I’m exactly twice your age, and I graduated from High School probably about the time you were born!”
-”Cool. I thought you might be about 25…you sure don’t look twice as old as me…did you graduate from anywhere else after that?”
“Yeah, college, four years later.”
-”What did you go to college for?”
“I studied Art…”
-”Are you an artist then?”
“Nope, a photographer.”
-”That’s cool…what do you photograph?”
“Well, I do magazine layouts ,fashion shoots…photographic illustrations…stuff like that…and I take a lot for my personal portfolio.”
-”Are some of your pictures in these magazines?” he asked, motioning to the rack in the shop.
“Well, probably not…my pictures are mostly in magazines that are only sold by subscription or specialty stores. I’m always looking for good photographic subjects…ever done any modeling?”
-”Nah , I don’t think I’m that good looking! I like to work out and I try to look ok but I probably wouldn’t be a good model.”
“You should probably let someone from behind the camera decide that… you might really be surprised! Here’s my card…if you’re interested, give me a call and we can shoot a roll or two to see how you look on film.”
The three guys ahead of Kent in the line wanted to wait for the other barber, so he got called way ahead of when he thought he would.
“Give me a call if you want…if I can use you I’ll pay you $10 an hour…a couple hours three times a week after school would give you some spending money…and we could work out some summer hours if you’re interested.”
-”Thanks…I just might call, I could use some extra bucks…”
Wednesday afternoon Kent’s business phone rang. He didn’t recognize the Caller ID number.
-”Kent? This is Mickey…we talked at the barbershop the other day, remember? I thought I might take you up on your offer…that is, if it’s still good.”
“Sure…can you come by tomorrow afternoon about three? Wear something comfortable…jeans and a T-shirt…sneakers or sandals…we’ll take it from there.”
-”Cool…see you tomorrow!”
Mickey showed up five minutes early…a good sign. Kent had dressed specifically for the shoot…in something that he hoped would trigger a response if this were to go past the “jeans and T-shirt” phase. He had on sandals and a pair of low-rise, tight, white, “almost” see-through nylon running shorts. He knew that in the right light the shadow of his heavy pubic bush could be seen through the unlined fabric, and since he was also wearing a cock ring, he knew that the outline of his cock would be pretty evident as well. He thought of going shirtless, but had decided on his orange spaghetti strap tank that stopped about three inches above the waistband of the shorts…and was cut so that one or the other of his nipples was always exposed. He worked out regularly and had a better than average swimmers build and in this outfit, a definite turn-on for the “right” photographic candidate! He opened the door for Mickey. He could tell that the young man was giving him the once over…twice!
“C’mon in…I’m glad you took me up on my offer…let’s see what we can do with what you’ve got!”
-”OK. I’ve never done anything like this before…so tell me what I need to do, and I’ll try to do it right!”
“Relax…this won’t be hard work…might even be fun for you. First, let me ask a couple questions…you’re not 18 yet, right?”
-”Will be next week…”
“You obviously work out a lot…where do you do that? Do you belong to a gym or the ‘Y’…or a health club?”
-”I have a full set of weights and some mirrors at home…actually, I have the whole basement to myself, so I’ve turned it into a bedroom-gym-computer room. Mom never, ever comes down…I’ve got the whole place to myself 24-7.”
“Anyone work out with you ever?”
-”Not really…I’ve only been here about 3 months…don’t know too many people…and those that I do know wouldn’t be interested in working out much…they’d rather party, I think. I’ve invited a couple guys from school over…but they’re really not interested…so, I just do my own thing!”
“I guess there’s nothing wrong with partying…if you party with the right people…”
-”Yeah…but they want to go screw around with girls and stuff…I’d rather hang with the guys…workin’ out and things like that.”
Interesting…almost 18 and really not girl crazy…hmmm!
“You’re wearing nice fitting jeans and a T right now…what do you wear when you work out? I might want to get some pictures of you in your exercise clothes.”
-”Gosh, this is a little embarrassing…probably shouldn’t even tell you…or maybe even lie a little…but, well…sometimes I wear a jock. I have an old, worn-out one that I like to wear for ‘good luck’…but most times I don’t wear anything! Hey, ya know something? I was wearing my ‘good luck’ jock when I met you in the barbershop the other day… is that cool, or what? Anyway I’ve got the mirrors set so that I can see my entire body when I work out, so I can see if I’m working all the muscles right. So…I guess my exercise clothes are probably out…you wouldn’t want to take pictures of me with nothing on probably!”
This kid is too much…I can hardly believe that he’s for real…
“Well, you just never know, do you? It all depends on the kind of pics that we want at the time! I wouldn’t say ‘never’ !”
-”I can tell you work out a lot too…do you belong to a club?”
“Yeah…I lift at the Boiler Room down on 5th…guys over 18 only… open 24 hours, so I can get my job done and still have time to work out, even if it’s 2 in the morning.”
-”What do YOU wear…those shorts? They’re way cool!”
“Sometimes I wear these…I’ve got some others that I might show you sometime…only problem with those is that if you sweat a lot, and they get wet…you can see through them!”
-”Man…I’d love to have some like that…er, I mean…um, cool!”
Kent was pretty sure he had this kid pegged…though he’d have to wait a few days for a definitive answer…until his 18th birthday!
“Let’s get some pictures…you want to take off your shirt?”
Mickey stripped off his T , revealing a surprisingly well-developed torso for an 18 year old…a small tuft of hair between his pecs - a few stray strands around his nipples…nice trail diving into his jeans.
“Man! You DO work out…don’t you! Put your arms over your head for a minute…let me see your pits…”
Mickey complied, revealing heavy clumps of curly black hair.
“Nice dark pits…will photograph very well - guys with light hair don’t show up nearly as well as us guys with dark hair. Did you ever shave your chest?”
-”Nope…but I will if you think it would make me look better.”
“No…you’re fine the way you are…we might tweeze those hairs around your nipples later…but you’re fine for right now. This is sort of an “audition” anyway…though I like what I see, and I’ll probably use you a lot. I’m going to take a whole lot of pictures with your shirt off…just move as I tell you, and I’ll pull the good ones from the roll when I develop them. If you come back on Monday, I’ll have them ready to show you.”
-”You really think I’m that good lookin’?”
“I do, I do!”
-”Can I ask you to do something?”
“You can ask anything you want to…what?”
-”Since my shirt is off…can you take yours off too? I really like to look at men with great bodies…! Gee, I probably shouldn’t have said that…I don’t want you to think I’m weird, or something!”
-”No problem…I really like guys with great bodies too…in fact, that’s one of the reasons that you’re here now…you have a great body and I’d like to help you show it off more than to yourself in the mirrors in your work out room! I think a lot of guys would enjoy checkin’ you out!”
Kent stripped off his tank…
“There…how’s that?”
He noticed the beginning of a bulge in the left leg of Mickey’s Levi’s ; another good sign!
-”You’re built as good as some of the guys I’ve seen in my skin mags…er, umm I meant…GQ!”
Kent new…he had a keeper here!
“You wearing underwear?”
-”Yeah…”
“What kind?”
-”No-fly bikinis”
“Want to drop the jeans?”
-”I might be embarrassed…lookin’ at you…well, it sort of made me…well, you know…”
“Yeah, I know…and it’s ok. that happens to all guys…”
-”Does it happen to you?”
“Not as much as it used to…but it sure does when I see something really nice!”
Mickey unzipped and kicked off the Levi’s…his bone was arched toward his left hip…well defined in the white bikinis.
“Put your hands behind your head again, and face me…oh, and roll waist band of your underwear down a little so that your bush spills out some.”
Mickey complied…showing a heavy stand of dark pubes.
“Now, reach in and move your dick to the right…most guy’s dicks hang to the left, but if you move it to the right it looks bigger in a photograph. You can turn around when you do that if you like…I don’t want you to be too embarrassed.”
Mickey turned around…rearranged…and faced Kent again.
“Yeah…that shows great…do you mind if I get some close-ups?”
-”OK, I guess…”
Kent got down on his knees and took a couple close-ups of Mickey’s crotch…he estimated that he had 5 and a half inches…cut…and a well filled nutsac!
“That should do it for today…you can get dressed if you want…or you can hang out like you are for a while we get a Coke.”
-”I really don’t mind having my clothes off right now…you make me feel pretty relaxed…especially when you took your shirt off when I asked. I think you understand me…at least I hope you do…”
“I’m SURE I do…and I’m glad that you feel relaxed around me. I think you’re going to be a great photographic subject…especially after next week when you turn 18!”
-”Yeah…that’ll be cool!”
“By the way…when IS your birthday?”
-”Sunday.”
“So, you’ll be 18 when you come back on Monday, right?”
-”Yeah…guess that’s right! What should I bring to wear then?”
“How about your lucky jock…maybe a Speedo or two if you’ve got ‘em. anything that makes you feel comfortable.”
-”OK. I can do that!”
They shared a coke…Mickey dressed and left…Kent went into the dark room to develop his pictures.

Wake up, wake up, you can read the rest later.

Happy birthday to me!