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.
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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!
