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.”