Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 19:22:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: English Fashion model (Gay/Adult youth, oral anal, b/MMm)

Adult youth, oral anal, b/MMm

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                  English Fashion Model
                          By
                         Wolf

	As a youth growing up in the midlands of England, I
have to admit I was pretty boy.  I had long brown hair and I
could pass as a Greek or Italian because I had a natural brown
skin tone.  My mother was encouraged by a friend to get me
into modeling clothes for catalogs.  I started working at the
age of five.

	Mother was always there during the photo shoots, so it
was always very professional.  We had to go to auditions
where representative of the department stores would select
the youths for the five to twelve age groups for their youth
catalog section and magazine adds.  Because of my looks I
was often selected.  I became accustomed to the life of a
model and even enjoyed the attention.

	As he years passed Mother became more comfortable
with me working with photographers.  She even sought
employment, and eventually started dropping me off at the
studio and going on to her place of employment.  I was
comfortable with posing for hours and changing clothes many
times for a shoot.  I wasn't uncomfortable undressing in the
presence of the photographers and model dressers from the
company paying for the shoot.

	When I was an eleven-year-old, I was on a catalog
shoot one August day.  Mother had dropped me off at the
studio and gone to work, leaving me in the hands of the
female representative of department store and the male
photographer.  I had worked with them many times over the
years.

	The woman and man had worked together many times
and she had even helped during the photo shoot and moved
the lighting lamps and reflective shelfs around.  While on an
outdoor photo shoot at a beach I changed clothes in the lory.
The woman would make adjustments to my clothes with pins
and clips before they would pose me.  Then she would hold
the reflective metallic coated shields to reflect the sun to
place light where there would normally be a shadow.  After
several hours of shooting we paused for tea. The woman
went to a local delicatessen to purchase meals for the three
of us, along with tea.

	In her absence, the forty-year-old photographer asked
me if I would be willing to visit friend of his wit him for some
additional photos.  I agreed of course, but told him I would
have to check it out with my mother first.  I was between
primary school and secondary school at the time.

	Mother dropped me off at the studio as usual, knowing
that the photographer was taking me down to the southern
coast of England, and the port of Poole for a beach shoot.

	When we arrived there, we were met by another man
about fifty-years-old.  That was introduced to me, and we
headed to a beach in a remote location, so that there
wouldn't be anything but sand, sky and waves in the
background.  I would have to change several times and I
would be wearing a variety of T-shirts, shorts and swim suits.
I would have to get wet occasionally.  When I had to get in
the water it was cold enough to give me a chill.  The two men
would use warm towels to dry my body after taking pictures
of my dripping body.  After they had taken all of the pictures
necessary to satisfy the customer, they asked me if I was
willing to pose for some nude pictures.

	I was a bit nervous about posing nude photos, I greed
anyway.  I felt like I had butterfly's in my stomach taking off
my clothes and posing on the beach naked.  After they took a
few pictures they suggested we get a bite to eat.  I got
dressed right away.  There was some sand in my underwear,
so I was uncomfortable as we made our way to a restaurant
for a meal.  While we were eating they suggested that we
visit his place, so I could take a shower and take some more
pictures.  The prospect of getting the sand out of my crotch
was welcome suggestion.

	As soon as we were in his home they directed me to
the bathroom I was happy to take a hot bath.  My host
entered while I was in the tub with a fresh bath towel and
offered to dry me.  I didn't know how to refuse his offer, so I
simply stood in the tub and allowed him to started drying my
body.  When he worked his way down to my crotch it tickled
when he touched my penis.  I sprang a boner that stuck out
like an accusing finger.  When he pressed it down and
released it, it sprang back up like a steel spring.  I was
embarrassed about getting a hard-on.

	While I stood there nervously shifting my weight back
and forth, the man bent down as if he wanted to get a good
look at my privates.  Only he took my penis into his mouth
and started sucking on it.  He gently cupped my little scrotum
sack while he sucked on my penis.  It didn't take long for me
to have a dry orgasm that only produced a drop of clear pre-
cum.  My knees were so unstable he had to help me out of
the tub to dry my legs and feet.

	He didn't allow me to get dressed as he led me to the
living room where the photographer had set up for another
shoot.  The two men took turns play with my penis while the
other took photographs.  They would tickle my asshole while
sucking my penis.  They took off their own clothes with the
excuse they wanted me to feel more comfortable.

	I was impressed with the size of their cocks and the
way their scrotums dangled between their legs.  Their left
teste hung lower than the right.  I was also impressed with
the brown patch of pubic hair above their cocks.  Like me
they were both circumcised.  They encouraged me to play
with their cocks.  I felt a thrill that made my mouth dry, as I
wrapped my hands around their cocks and started
masturbating them.  It was exciting to feel their cocks swell
up in my hands and spit the thick white cum in my direction.

	They asked me if I was willing to suck their cocks like
they had done to me.  I wondered if I could even get their
cocks in my mouth.  I managed to get them in my mouth
Easley enough, but keeping my mouth open long enough for
them to cum had my jaw aching before they would cum.
They encouraged me to swallow the cum, and I managed
swallow most of it, but some leaked out of the corners of my
mouth.

	We lounged round afterwards while they discussed
anal sex.  They even demonstrated how men fucked each
other.  Watching them sticking their cocks in each other's
assholes was exciting, but the prospect of them doing that to
me frightened me.  It took some doing to talk me into trying
it.

	They used a lubricant to grease up my asshole and their
cocks before they lay on their back and had me straddle their
bodies and lower my arse down as I guided their cocks to my
bum.  I struggled to impale myself.  Eventually my bum
settled down on the shaft.  I started bouncing up and down.
They also started thrusting up and down too.  After each
fucking my asshole remained open dripping cum, and it hurt
like hell when I tried to clinch my asshole closed I felt a sharp
stabbing pain.  They assured me that my asshole would relax
eventually.

	We eventually had to clean up before returning home.
My bum was throbbing all night.  It was a strong reminder of
what had happened.  I masturbated at least four times before
I could fall asleep.

	When I was called for another photo shoot at is studio I
was thrill at the prospect of getting a chance to talk to him
about sex.  I was concerned about talking to him about sex
with that female present and this time there was another boy
that was thirteen there was well.

	It was a typical day of changing clothes and the woman
pinning the backs of the clothes to give them the perfect
looking fit.  Assuming several poses as requested.  I was a
typical long day of shooting.  When we took a break for tea
and to relax, the photographer asked the woman if she
minded if he took some pictures of the two of us engaging in
some boy porn.

	I was shocked when she asked if she could watch.  The
older boy didn't even have to be asked, he was out of his
clothes in a flash.  I was normally comfortable taking off my
clothes in front them, but knowing that we were about to do
in front a little woman embarrassed me.  I didn't care how
many time the woman had seen my Willy while changing
costumes.  This was far more intense.

	When I was fully naked the older boy took charge and
we started off wanking each other.  Of course, the
photographer was recording everything with his camera.
When the other boy mounted me like he would have fucked a
girl, I was too embarrassed to look at the woman.  After he
had deposited his spunk in my ass we rested for a while.

	We had some tea, and the photographer took off all of
his clothes, and while he fucked the older boy I sucked the
boy's cock.  The woman took up the duties of photographer
and recorded all of the session.

	After that day, I was always in demand for photo
shoots, that always ended in an orgy of sex.  There was a
number of boys that were trans ported all over the UK on
locations, and it was one big sex orgy.  I was sucking cocks all
the way to the location, and when we were in hotels we were
pared up for rooms, but we would gather in the
photographer and grips room for a party before toddling off
to our rooms.

	Sometimes the executives of the magazines would join
us on locations.  All of us boys would be expected to satisfy
the sexual desires of them.  I would often find myself being
impaled on a large cock while another man was stuffing his
cock into my mouth.

	When I grew too old to be a model anymore I found an
escort service that would send me to hotel rooms or homes
to please older men.  I learned how to become a professional
photographer.  I worked for the same originations I had
worked for as a youth.


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