From: mpierce@pathcom.com (Mikey Mark)
Subject: New Story - "An Enterprising Youth" - (M/m, teen, jo, videos)
Date: 12 Feb 1997 23:29:38 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and
graphic sexual descriptions involving consenting adult or teenaged
males.  If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal
age of consent to read such material please do not read any further.
All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely
fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely
coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.


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   "An Enterprising Youth" - Part 1 of 2
     by Mikey Mark

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I have got to tell you about a very special young guy I met a couple
of years ago.  He really was something wild.  He has grown up and gone
off to college now, but I still see him from time to time and we laugh
as we share our memories.

He was a neighbor of mine, although not quite next door as his family
lived across the street and four doors down.  Close enough though.
The street we lived on was a quiet cul-de-sac with large lots squeezed
between a lovely treed ravine and the edge of the inner city.  A real
mixed neighborhood with lovely old stone cottages and large three
story 'gothic-Victorian' style mansions that had long since been
converted to rooming houses.  The whole area was undergoing a
rejuvenation and many of the run-down places were completely renovated
and professional offices types like doctors, dentists, lawyers and
accountants were turning many of the fine places into trendy office
spaces.  I had specifically mentioned that area of the city to my real
estate agent as I had driven through it many times.  I was always
spotting beautiful old houses that needed 'just a bit of work' to be
fantastic places to live with a great view of the lake and within
walking distance (or a cheap cab fare) to the heart of the city's
entertainment and theatre district, not to mention gay bars and
cruising tracks.

The place my agent found for me was perfect.  A smallish two story
house, with the requisite garage parking and a private yard.  It was
actually more than what I wanted as it had an in-ground swimming pool,
patio and garden out back that obviously would require alot of work.
The lot was really quite large and pie-shaped with the small portion
belonging to the front yard, which would be nicely screened year round
by several large and mature evergreens.  The back yard was fully
enclosed with a six foot high, solid stone wall on two sides and a ten
foot high hedge on the other, giving total privacy.

The place had already been renovated and a small extension was put out
the back adding a few feet to the main floor kitchen and the second
floor bathroom above it.  A spacious 'year-round' sun-room had also
been added at the back of the house to take advantage of a southern
exposure.  The roof of the sun-room supported a deck, accessed only
from the second floor hall and giving a great view of the lake.  The
guy who reno'd the place must have really liked natural light, because
he also put a couple of skylights on the second floor, including one
in the extended-size and marbled bathroom.  Don't get me wrong, this
was not a palatial mansion.  The lot was certainly generous, but that
was because of the odd shape.  The house itself was rather small to
begin with as the minor extension of the kitchen and upstairs bath was
a necessity.  I could only imagine what it must be like for a whole
family to live in a house like that!   As it was, it was more than
enough for me, but after being cooped up in a small high-rise
apartment, I wanted some physical space around me.

The price wasn't cheap, but I wasn't looking for a bargain.  My
partner/lover of six years and I had just sold the small software
company that we founded together while still at College.  It was
nothing like a Gates-Allen kind of thing, but we were dreamers and we
worked hard.  We met in first year as chance made us roommates.  He
was a 'Comp-Sci' major and I studied Commerce.  We starred desperately
at each other for about six weeks before we fell into bed together.
We were made for each other and fit perfectly in every position.  It
was also a good match because he was a genius with computer code, but
totally obnoxious to anybody who might want actually want to buy or
licence the stuff for commercial applications.  I of course, handled
all the sales and marketing as well as the minor details pertaining to
legal, administrative and tax considerations.

After we graduated we started working full-time at it, almost around
the clock.  We started hiring other fellow students and soon we were
making money hand over fist.  It was hard work trying to keep up, but
it was the eighties and we were on a roll.  Unfortunately, our
relationships, both business and personal were far too bound up
together.  There was nothing really separating the two of them as we
originally came up with the idea and discussed all of the details of
our business laying nude in bed together after having sex.

We had no life at all together away from work.  It was crazy and it
had to stop.  I suggested that we take one of the obscenely generous
offers we had already received and sell the company.  I figured one of
our relationships had to end and I chose to keep him rather than the
company.  I said "lets just take the money and run", but I had ruined
that advice by saying using it several times before and I guess I
might have sounded like a broken record.  Unfortunately, he went into
ultimatum mode and demanded an all or nothing answer out of him.  Both
relationships, or none at all.  Needless to say, both of our
relationships deteriorated after that until a point came where we just
said that's it and took the best offer on the table.  As soon as the
money came through, we split up.  It was all very polite and
civilized.  No raised voices, no hot tempers, nothing.  Just a vacuous
space over which we starred at each other.

I was millionaire at twenty-nine years old and single.  Although I
needed time to recover, I felt good about my prospects and headed off
for some traveling while I waited for my agent to find me a small
house in the city.  After six months of sun, surf and sand, the sales
lady showed me the house and I signed the offer that day and offered
cash.  The owner needed sixty days to move out so the closing date was
made for the middle of June.

The large lot was a small drawback because I planned to live at the
house by myself and although I didn't mind doing a bit of yardwork now
and again, I really didn't want to have to bother with the daily and
weekly grind of looking after a yard, let alone a swimming pool!  I
grew up with one of these in the backyard and I can tell you they need
to be vacuumed regularly to be kept clean and beautiful.  Plus of
course opening and closing it every year for the winter up here in the
cold north, not to mention cutting the grass and leaves in the fall.
Lots of work.  But the clincher was that I fantasized that I could get
some local neighborhood boys to do the work.  I had the money and
could easily afford to pay for a professional pool & lawn service if
no handsome young locals were interested.  I planned to put a small
note up on the bulletin board in the local grocery store advertising
to hire such labor on a regular basis, but as it turned out, I didn't
even have to go that far!

It was a Saturday morning, the day after I had moved in.  My sister
was due to arrive soon with my most beloved possession in the world.
A beautiful old (and odd) two-seat British Triumph Spitfire that I
kept in mint condition and had been resting for the winter in my
sister's garage.  I was standing in the driveway with the garage door
up and looking at a pile of boxes that I had to move to make room for
my beloved 'pet' as the driveway wasn't that large to begin with and
barely had room enough for my 'normal' car.  Besides, the very thought
of leaving my beloved little sportster out there all alone at night
made me shudder!  It was a totally impractical car, but I suppose that
is why I loved it.  It was too small to carry anything except one
passenger and a picnic's worth of luggage.  But it was a convertible
and it flew like the wind and cornered like a dream.  With the five-
speed stick-shift in my hand, I played at rally-sport, far from the
famed British racing green.

"Excuse me?"

The voice startled me back from my reverie and I shook myself as if to
bring my wits back in order to focus upon the source of the
interruption.  I sure as hell needed all of my wits and then some
because the boy that was standing there on my driveway and spinning a
basketball in his hand, was enough to make my knees weak!

He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.  Tall and very
thin as only a teenaged boy can be.   He had jet black hair that hung
in a ponytail under the visor of his backwards ball-cap and bright
flashing blue eyes.  His face was narrow and tapered, with sharp
prominent cheekbones and a cute chin, but his smile was friendly and
showed off a set of teeth that must have cost his parents a bundle.
I'd have to say his nose was just a bit too big and he was still to
young and thin for him to be considered truly handsome, but he was
still a dam fine looking boy with those damn blue eyes!

"Hi!  I'm Curtis.  I live across the street.  I saw you move in
yesterday.  I thought you might need someone to help you look after
your lawn or something like that?"

At first I thought it to be the most extraordinary coincidence that I
should fantasize about hiring some local teenager to look after the
yard and pool, and there was one standing there offering his services!
But, I didn't make money for nothing.  A quick assessment of his
motives and the situation of his offer seemed to be sound.  I had
already spoken with a lovely and kind lady who lived next door as she
had came out to greet me the day before.  She of course welcomed me to
the neighborhood and invited me in for some iced tea, but I declined
on account of the amount of work ahead of me unloading all the boxes.
I'm sure she reported the news around the neighborhood that I was a
single young man without a family.  Living across the street and
knowing that this house had a large yard and swimming pool, this
enterprising young man had spotted a window of opportunity and leapt at
it.  I could only admire such a promising youth of entrepreneurial
spirit.  The fact that he had stunning blue eyes and long jet black
hair also helped convince me of his sincerity.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I had been planning on hiring a service to
look after the lawn as well as the swimming pool, but if you think you
could handle something like that, I could offer the job to you.  What
do you think?  Oh yeah, my name is Andrew, but please call me Drew.

"That'd be *great*.  We have a swimming pool in our backyard as well,
made by the same company that made yours so I know all about taking
care of your pool."

"Well then, that should qualify you.  Tell you what, you can consider
yourself hired 'on a trial basis' for one month starting immediately.
You can cut the grass every week and come by to vacuum the pool a
couple of times per week?  At the end of the month we can 'review our
contract'.  What do you say to that?"

"Sounds great to me!  Except one thing though ... you didn't say how
much are you offering to pay?"

I made a few quick mental calculations and offered him a basic flat
rate per week.  It had the desired effect of being sufficient high
enough to light up his eyes and fire him with enthusiasm for the work,
but low enough not to spoil the boy or raise his parent's eyebrows.  I
made a few cryptic and joking comments about there being lots of
opportunities for advancement and Curtis accepted the terms without
another word.

"Would you like some help right now?"

"Well, the lawn looks okay for a couple of days, and I haven't even
touched the pool yet.  But you could start it all up and show me how
it all works and then vacuum it if you like.  It is hot out and it
might be nice to go swimming later on.  However, I'll offer you a
'starting bonus' of $10 if you help me move some of this stuff out of
the way to make room for my other car."

"What other car?"

"If you stop asking questions start moving some boxes, you will soon
see it as my sister is due any minute now and this is right where I
want to park it."  With that, we spent a quick but steady twenty
minutes of hard labor moving all the boxes out of the way and into the
house.

When we were done, I took a moment to admire his lean and youthful
form and the beads of sweat just beginning to form on his brow.  The
thin cotton of his t-shirt was just beginning to stick to him,
accentuating how thin he was.  He was just about two inches shorter
than I, standing about five-nine or ten.  In another year or two he'd
be pressing weights and adding some muscle to his lean form, but at
that time, I figured him to weigh no more than 125 pounds, at the
most!  He was wearing tan workpants, hacked off at the knees and a pair
of well worn and brightly colored hightops that looked to be several
sizes larger than my own.  Those lovely loose shorts were riding
dangerously low on his hips and revealed a tantalizing glimpse of the
elastic waistband of his underwear whenever he raised his arms up to
carry a box.  He also had just the faintest tracing of tiny black
hairs just beginning to darken his upper lip at the outer edges and
the sight of this drove me crazy with desire for so me inexplicable
reason.

We were standing out back having some ice-water and discussing the
pool when my sister arrived.  I heard the distinctive sound of my
beloved Spitfire and immediately headed for the driveway.

"Hello there!  That's a lovely house you've got!  I love it!  It's so
YOU!"

"Thanks Sis.  Did the car give you any problems?"

"No, not at all.  Except this stick-shift thingy kept making a
grinding noise..."

"IT WHAT?!!!"

"Just joking little brother!  Now will you tell me where to put this
thing and then go inside and plug in your kettle and make your sister
a decent cup of coffee and show her around your new house."

"Of course, sister-dear, just park it in the garage there."

"Well Curtis, why don't you go look after the pool while I show my
sister around.  I'll probably drive her back home in about an hour, so
here is that $10 I promised for today and from now on you will be paid
on Saturdays for the week ending Friday, okay?"

"Sounds great!"

With that, Curtis disappeared in the backyard and I, pleased as punch
with myself for finding such a promising young fellow for the yardwork
and now my favorite car was in my own garage.  I made my sister her
cup of coffee and showed her around the place, discussing the finer
points of decorating ideas and the good sense I showed in choosing the
place.

She did ask about the boy who was standing by me on the driveway and I
told her the truth, (and tried to conceal my excitement while doing
so) as although my sister knew all about me, I most certainly did not
want her to think that I had replaced my lover of long standing with
one a dozen years younger and obviously still in high school.  She
seemed to be satisfied with my explanation and didn't say another word
on the subject.  An hour after she arrived, I got into the Spitfire to
drive her back home.

When I got back, I found Curtis was gone, but the pool was humming
nicely and was clean as a whistle.  The previous owners had been most
kind in leaving behind the various apparatus associated with the pool
maintenance.  It was too bad young Curtis wasn't there because I just
stripped down and dove in.  I even got up on the diving board and
tried that out too, bouncing up and down.  I love being naked out
doors as it gives an exhilarating rush of natural eroticism to
everything and the tingle of the cool water is especially sensuous to
the rarely exposed 'middle-parts'.

I swam around like that and felt very pleased with myself.  My sister
was hard to impress, but she put her stamp of approval on the place
and that was good.  I was much more interested in the thought of
seeing young Curtis cavorting about my yard and pool all summer long.
He did sweat deliciously well and I hoped for a heat wave to arrive
soon.

Over the next couple of days I settled into a routine.  There was a
decent sized room on the main floor with a bay window on the backyard
and a fireplace that would have been a 'family room' in any other
house.  In mine, it was my library/den/office.  I had taken up as a
part-time marketing 'consultant' for small software companies and this
allowed me some good tax write-offs.  My part-time employment would be
enough to keep a nice modest flow of money coming in to cover the
bills.  The lump of money I got from the sale of the company went into
secure investments that yielded a steady additional income.  I could
live real nice and comfortable without any work at all as long as I
kept a tight lid on my spending.  Thus, all of my part-time employment
income went towards 'luxuries & pleasures'.  I fancied myself to be an
amateur writer and the little house was going to be my secluded
getaway while I penned my planned masterpiece.

In addition to the lawn & pool maintenance, I hired a professional
maid service to come in a couple of mornings a week to do ALL the
inside household chores.  I only had to see them once to place my
trust in them.  The women arrived and worked as a squad of three and
whizzed through my house in one hour flat.  The 'leader' was a dark
haired and shapely Mediterranean beauty who drove the car and spoke
English.  The other two were equally dark haired, but were much more
heavily built and didn't speak a word of English.  These older two
were sturdy middle-aged women, and they were virtual cleaning
machines.

Curtis would drop by regularly to clean the pool or to tend the garden
as school was out and he would be "doing his rounds" as he said.
There was a recession going on (which is why I could afford the
house!) and there weren't many summer jobs for teenagers.  Curtis
though, was an enterprising lad and despite his still adolescent-slim
build, he was quite capable of putting in a good days work and had
built up a few clients around the neighborhood.  It wasn't much, but
he did come to ask me for advice on how he could expand his business!

As it turned out, I was already his best customer, with him working
four other yards and one pool in addition to my place.  He was doing
okay and made decent pocket money which was more than some of his
other friend's were doing and I could see this made him proud.

As the weather got warmer and warmer, Curtis would take of his t-shirt
and expose his lovely smooth and hairless chest that was already
turning a lovely shade of bronze from the sun.   Unfortunately, Curtis
always favored long surfer-style jams for 'swim shorts' and this is
what he would usually wear while vacuuming my pool.  He looked
especially hot and inviting when he stood there in these shorts and
his old beat-up size-fourteen hightop running shoes and nothing else
except a big black sports watch and a baseball cap, worn backwards of
course.  With his jet black ponytail hanging over one shoulder as he
leaned over the pool and maneuvered the long extended pole of the
vacuum, it was an erotic sight I'll not soon forget.

And those tan work pants, the ones that he hacked off just above the
knee for a pair of shorts?  Well, they rode so nice and snugly on
Curtis' lean and narrow form that I would get an erection just
thinking about it.  I would stand at a window and watch him walk back
and forth when he cut the grass.  The front view of his shorts didn't
show anything particular, so I stared at his naked chest as he walked
towards me.  Then he would turn around and walk away again and I would
break out in a sweat to match his own, watching those hot young
buttocks working away and bulging so nicely.  He was one seriously hot
boy and it brought back memories of when I was that age and so horny
that I would have done it with my own dog if I had one.

After finishing with his chores, Curtis would always join me for a
cold drink on the patio or in the kitchen.  We would chat a bit about
how things were going and he would tell me all about the state of my
lawn and garden.  Curtis had re-claimed the forgotten flower gardens
around the back of the house and had diligently weeded them out and
regularly snuck over to put my sprinklers on and off and now had them
flourishing nicely.  He was very proud of his work, as I was with him.

At the end of the first month of our 'contract', I agreed to renew for
the rest of the summer which included closing up the pool and raking
up the leaves in the fall.  Curtis was thrilled with this, but when I
bumped his weekly pay in recognition of the work he did with the
garden, he just about hit the roof!  You should've seen him.  He was
actually *bouncing* around the kitchen.  When Curtis finally settled
down and stood there leaning back against the counter, it was my turn
to 'lose it' as he had hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his
shorts and stood there grinning.  The pressure of his arms pushing
down on the front of his shorts and the sight of his tanned chest and
the snow-white elastic waistband of his underwear gave me a roaring
erection that I was helpless to prevent.  It was crazy as I was a
fully grown and mature young man, king of my own castle, lord of my
own destiny, and there I was stuttering and nervous, with butterflies
in my stomach and a boner in my shorts at the mere sight of this
fourteen year old boy or the very mention of his name.

The whole summer passed by like that.  Surprisingly enough, it was
very comfortable and productive for me.  In the mornings, I would work
in my den until I saw Curtis arrive and then I would just watch him
from one window or an other until he was done.  Then after chatting
with him and sharing a cold drink, he would head off to do another
yard and I would go upstairs to my bedroom and jerkoff with visions of
Curtis dancing in my head and my nice thick seven inch rock hard cock
gripped tightly in my right hand.  After releasing the pressure, I
would make lunch and spend the afternoon writing or doing errands.  If
Curtis didn't come over that day, I would work hard all day in order
to forget about him, only to have the vision of his naked form leap at
me in bed and I would have to jerkoff before I was allowed any respite
from such a vision.


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   "An Enterprising Youth" - Part 2 of 2
     by Mikey Mark

* * *

I went out of town for a week in the middle of September and I
actually trusted Curtis enough to give him a key to my house and had
him water the inside plants while I was gone.  I did take the liberty
of making sure Curtis' parents knew I would be a way and that Curtis
was looking after the place so that they should keep a close eye on
him as well.  I need not have worried at all as when I came back, my
house was in perfect running order and not a scrap of dust was out of
place.

A week or two later, Curtis and I closed up the swimming pool and we
were both in a melancholy mood.  He was obviously saddened at the
inevitable drop in income the closing of the pool represented and I
missed the hot summer and Curtis shirtless and in shorts.  For closing
the pool, Curtis was in a big & bulky 'fall' sweater and long baggy
pants and the only flesh exposed was his hands and his face.  I
preferred to see him with less clothing, but hey, what could I do
about it?   I too would miss his regular visits.  This subject was
obviously on his mind because he made sure to snare my driveway
shovelling contract even though snow wouldn't be expected for another
couple of months or so.  I had to admire his enterprising spirit.

Around the middle of November, Curtis showed up at my door one
Saturday morning, at his usual time, an hour before lunch.  I had been
out with friends the night before and had slept-in.  I was sitting in
the kitchen having my first coffee of the day and wearing only a
terrycloth robe that I customarily wore around the house just because
it had two pockets and although I liked being naked around the house,
I also liked to have somewhere to put things!  So it was that I tied
up my robe and invited him in.

"All your leaves are raked up and your grass shouldn't need cutting
again until next spring so I'm here for my last paycheck, so to
speak."

His usual enthusiasm was slightly dampened and even the sight of hard
cash in his greedy little hands hardly brought more than a polite
smile to his face.  He had joined me at the kitchen table for a coffee
and the money had discreetly disappeared as it always did.  Looking at
him, all I could think about was sex.  Those tiny little black hairs,
hovering on the edge of his upper lip just about drove me insane.  I
secretly relished the opportunity to gage the boy's reaction if my
robe were to 'casually' slip open a bit to reveal a few black hairs of
my own.

"You know something Drew? .... I was just thinkin' ..."

"About what?"

"Well ... its kind of hard to explain.  You see, I was thinking that,
..  uh ... maybe ... you know ... maybe I could do some ... uh ...
'other' work for you?  You know, with Christmas coming up and no more
lawns and pools to look after, I really could use to make some more
money ... somehow ... you know?"

I had a real good idea all right, but I couldn't be sure if that was
what he was talking about and I knew I had to play it careful in case
it wasn't.

"I'm not exactly sure if I understand what you're saying there Curtis
..  you sound a bit confused.  Take a deep breath and try it again,"
I offered as encouragement.

"Well, I guess the easiest way to explain what I mean is, do you
remember when you went away in September and I looked after your house
for you?"

"Yeah ..."

"Well, I kinda found some things I suppose I wasn't supposed to see.
I didn't take anything at all, *honest*, I swear it!  I shouldn't have
done it and I'm sorry I did it and I apologize to you right now for
doing it."

I looked him straight in the eye and he seemed to be quite sincere.
"Your apology is accepted, go on."   My voice was okay, but my heart
was beating like a drum, my legs were weak and a hot flush was upon my
face.  He was obviously nervous as well and wasn't looking at me when
he continued and he fidgeted with his long slim fingers.

"Well, I found some videos of yours and well, I thought since you like
that kind of stuff, you might want to make one of me ... I noticed
that you *do* have a camcorder and well, I guess I should say that
although I'm only fourteen, I'm pretty big for a boy my age and as big
as any of the guys I saw doing it on your videos ...."

I just about lost it completely.  I had visions of this boy wanting to
try and blackmail me or something wild like that and there he was
offering to model himself jerking off on video for me!  I couldn't
believe it, but I didn't have the heart to make poor Curtis go through
it all and say it again as he was obviously very embarrassed about the
whole thing as I was.

"Well, if you really are willing to do that kind of thing, I can
assure you that I would gladly pay you *triple* your regular weekly
wage just for the pleasure of recording you on a video, regardless of
whether or not you are as 'big' as some of the guys on my videos."  He
could have negotiated his wage even higher, but Curtis was pleased as
punch with the rate offered and accepted immediately.

"I really am pretty big you know!  I'm not bullshittin' ya."

"Its okay ... all I meant was that it doesn't matter if you are or not
..  okay?"

"Sure ... no prob.  When do you wanna do it?"

He was grinning like a kid in a candy store and my head was spinning.
"Well, my afternoon is open, perhaps after lunch?"

"Alright! You're on!"

With that, Curtis bolted from the kitchen.  The thought just hit me...
"Curtis!"

"Wha?"

"I hope you didn't tell anybody about finding my videos did you?"

"No way man!  I didn't tell nobody nothin'!"

"That's good ... lets just keep this video thing between you and me
okay?"

"Are you like kiddin'?  Yeah ... sure ... like I'm gonna go home and
tell my mom that some cool dude is gonna pay me to 'lube my tube'
while he watches me do it and records the whole thing with his
*camcorder* on?!  Yeah, right!  I swear to you I wouldn't dream of
telling *anyone* about this as I'm kind of hoping that we might be
able to do it a few times maybe?  Besides, I wouldn't want you to go
to jail for it as that would seriously cut into my lawn & pool
business when spring comes!"

"As long as you are aware of what you are doing."  I tried to reassure
myself.

"Oh yes I do ... believe me!  I know what I am doin' and I am doin' it
willingly.  As a matter of fact, it sounds like fun!"

With that, Curtis left again and I hit the shower, my head still
spinning.  I couldn't think straight about anything.  Did I have any
blank tapes?  Was the battery in the camcorder charged up?  Where
should we do it?  Too bad it was cold out and the pool was closed down
because I would dearly loved to have taped young Curtis vacuuming the
pool naked and jerking himself off afterwards!  What a hot vision to
keep me going through the long cold winter nights!  As it was, I
figured that the guest bedroom would be the most innocuous place for
taping.

Sure enough, Curtis returned two hours later.  I was both surprised
and flattered to note that he had obviously showered and changed in
the meantime.  He was dressed in his best hip hugging baggy jeans and
a couple of overlapping t-shirts of various colors as was so
fashionable amongst the younger generation of the day.  He was
positively *beaming* with excitement when I opened the door and let
him in.

We sat down again in the kitchen, although by this time I was dressed.
He looked fantastic and was flushed with anticipation.  It was hard to
say who was more excited about it, him or me!

"So what do you want me to do?  Yer the director!  Just say what you
want me to do and I'll do it."

I dared not take him literally, but I did suggest that maybe it would
be fun to watch him strip slowly in the living room with cool some
music on, followed by a short workout in my basement weight room,
followed by a final jerk-off session upstairs in the guest bedroom.
Curtis just grinned at me bashfully while I laid out the 'shooting
script'.

"I'm ready when you are"

"Well then, why don't you go and close the curtains in the living room
and put on some music you like while I get the camcorder ready."

"You got it chief"

I could barely believe it was all happening, but luck was with me as
the batteries were charged and I had two brand new blank tapes ready.
When I came into the living room, the music was blasting and Curtis
was dancing around.  He was a natural born ham and stuck his tongue
out at me as I immediately started taping him.

He didn't need any coaching or directions at all as he started doing a
'strip-tease' dance, of the amateur teenaged male variety.  He started
by flinging his baseball cap and then slowly lifted his t-shirt off
over his head to expose his lovely tanned and smooth chest.  He
actually started to do a bit of a muscle pose, showing off his arms
and chest muscles (what he had of them) while I shouted encouragements
at him over the music.

His dance faltered a bit as he had to kneel down to undo the laces on
his big hightop running shoes, but once he had them both undone, he
stood up and gleefully kicked them off his feet towards the dining
room.  Then he got serious and thrust his hands in the front pockets
of his jeans as he struck his best 'James Dean' pouty face pose and it
was fantastic!  Curtis then pulled off his belt and used it like a
whip for a minute or two, slashing it around the room like he was
Indiana Jones.  The music was blaring and he was sortof slashing to
the beat, but I had turned off the recorder as the sound just
interfered with my amateur editing jobs.  Cool music of my own choice
could then be laid on top of the finished piece.

Watching him unzip his jeans was an extraordinary and tantalizing
sight as he continued to ham it up for the camera.  As soon as he
unzipped his fly, he walked up to me for a closeup on the incredible
tent bulge in his partially exposed undies, before he backed away
again and I fought to maintain focus.  Standing back in the middle of
the room, Curtis turned around and had his back to me while he let his
jeans drop to the floor and stepped out of them.  While he did this,
he bent over and wiggled his ass for the camera.  He was wearing a
newish looking pair of standard white cotton briefs and they glowed in
the light against his bronze tanned adolescent form.

When he turned around and started rubbing the wild tent in the front
his briefs, I swear the lens started fogging up on me and I had to
wipe it clean while I went and kept going because I dared not stop the
tape!  The bulge in his briefs was growing larger by the minute and
was reaching truly impressive proportions.  He turned and gave the
camera a quick 'moon' flash of his white-skinned butt before he turned
back around to let me film him peeling down the front of his bulging
underwear.

It was a truly incredible sight and this video has since become the
pride of my collection because of it.  He did it so slowly, as if in
'slow-mo', and inch by inch that beautiful boner was revealed.  The
kid wasn't kidding at all when he said he was as big as any of the
guys he saw in my video collection.  No doubt about it.  His cock was
long, surprisingly long actually, although it wasn't all that thick.
It had to be nine inches, maybe even longer!

In keeping with his playful mood throughout the video, Curtis stepped
out of his underwear and used his foot to fling them right at me and I
had to pull them off the camera as they blocked the view!  Curtis
thought this was hilarious and he just stood there stark naked and
laughing.

After another minute or two while I zoomed in on him, Curtis started
to play with himself and that beautiful boner was stretching itself
out to the max.  He even pressed his thumb down on the base of it and
used his other hand to stretch it out fully for the camera to see.  It
was a fantastic looking cock, almost as if someone had taken an
average or standard issue six inch dick and just stretched it out
about fifty per cent in length, but leaving the width the same.  As it
was, the proportion made his dick look really long and slim like a
snake rather than the big thick veiny monster one might normally
imagine if you tried to picture in your mind a big nine or ten inch
dick.  Nevertheless, it was a truly impressive sight and cute young
Curtis grinned proudly.  After standing around and showing off the
length of his cock for a few minutes in several different poses, he
started to play with himself.  Slowly at first, almost tentatively, he
held it in one hand and was swinging his dick around and slapping it
against his stomach or his thigh as although it seemed to be quite
erect, it wasn't and never did become fully rigid.  Once he had that
slapping motion going good though, and his cock was as hard as it
would ever get, Curtis just stood there and really started jerking
himself off with both hands in a more conventional style.  The look on
his face was priceless and I good a couple of really good close-ups!

"CUT"

"Huh?  I was just gettin' into it!"

"Yeah, I can see that!  You are doing *fantastic*.  You are a natural.
You also really are a very well endowed young man you know."

"Yeah, I know.  That's what I told ya."

"Yeah, well, seeing is believing.  Have you ever measured that thing?"

"Yeah! ... I did ... once! ... it's about nine-and-a-quarter inches I
think."

"WOW!  That extra quarter inch really seems to make a difference!"  It
was feeble joke, but it cracked both of us completely and really broke
the ice between us.

"Anyway, how about we go down to the basement and get a few good shots
of your hot young body working out on the exercise machine?"

"Sounds good to me!"

With that, we headed downstairs to my 'exercise room' which contained
an obscene looking apparatus that cost a fortune and was rarely used
as well as a set of weights and a bench-press which were much cheaper
and used more frequently.  Go figure.

"Go ahead, do whatever you want, just do a little workout, but try not
to play with your cock."  His erection had subsided somewhat from the
living room episode and I wanted to drag this out and get a nice piece
of 'filler' on the tape.  Sure enough, Curtis put on a great show,
using all of the features of the exercise machine in every position.
The sight of him laying there naked and doing bench presses was
incredible.  Laying on his back, his now soft dick and balls hung down
almost far enough to touch the black vinyl of the bench pad!  While he
pressed the weights, I zoomed in on his magnificent young prick laying
there in repose.  After about ten minutes of this 'workout', I was get
seriously horny and I noticed that Curtis's cock was beginning to rise
once again.

"CUT ... That was great.  Do you want to go upstairs now?"

"Sure ... I'm ready when you are!"

With that, we headed for the stairs and I made sure to let him go
first.  I wish my house was ten stories tall because for the whole way
up both flights of stairs my face was eye-level to his naked young
butt and the view was heavenly.  Curtis seemed to be quite natural and
comfortable being naked and walking around the house so I had to ask
him if he usually walked around like that at home.

"Are you kidding?  My mother gets embarrassed sorting underwear in the
laundry.  She'd flip if she seen either me or my brother in just our
undies."

"Well, if you really enjoy being naked, please feel free to do so
around my house anytime you like!"

"Yeah?  How about cutting yer grass stark nekkid?  What do ya think of
that?"

"I'd love it, as long as it was the backyard and not the front!"

"Yeah?  Well maybe I'll do it sometime when the weather gets warm.
You can even video it if you want."

"Sounds good to me, but in the meantime, how would you like to shoot
the last scene on this little video were making?"

"I was *born* ready."

"Alright then, why don't you get on the bed and jerk yourself off just
like you would if you were at home alone."

Curtis took directions very well and immediately sat down on the edge
of the bed and started to play with his semi-hard cock.  He was using
both hands and pulling and stretching it out and playing with his
average sized, albeit loose hanging balls.  Once he had his cock fully
erect again and pointing straight outwards, he used both hands to jerk
it.  One hand was firmly gripped around the base while the other was
sliding up and down the length of his beautiful long slim shaft.

After a few minutes of this, Curtis laid back on the bed and started
to pick up his pace.   I knelt down on floor, almost between his knees
to zoom in on the sight of his loose balls in their silky smooth sack,
bouncing around with his pounding.  Once Curtis realized where I had
the camera, he sat up again to face me and started to use just one
hand while the other was thrust back to hold him up.  The frame of the
camera was filled from his balls to his head and he was making wild
faces at me in the orgy of his self-induced pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum soon!"

"That sounds good, let 'er rip!"

"Oh yeah man, I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh yeah, it's cummin!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahh"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Each of these profound statements was accompanied by a complete body
spasm, a facial twitch, and a squirt of cum flying out of his cock.
The first big gob of cum splashed his smooth bronze chest, just an
inch short of his neck, while each successive wave covered less
distance until the last consisted of little more than a steady stream
of ooze that was being almost milked out of his cock by the action of
his hands.

Once he was completely finished, Curtis opened his eyes and looked at
the camera as if remembering that it was there.  A beautiful shot to
end the video as his self-conscious grin was infectious and the sight
of copious globs of cum dripping down his chest was seriously erotic.

"CUT!"

"That was cool!"

"That was fantastic!!!"

"Yeah?  Do ya think so?"

"Yes, you were great, a natural talent.  Now here, wipe yourself up
before you start dripping your cum all over the place.  I don't
remember making that much mess when I was your age."

"Are you kiddin?  Jez, I usually shoot more than this, but since I did
already this mornin' when I got up I guess I don't got as much!"

"Yeah, well, there's plenty enough of it there to feed a small army of
cocksuckers and if you don't wipe it up soon it'll be running onto the
bedsheets."

"Sorry"

"No problem.  I can think of worse things that could happen than to
have a cute young guy like yourself dripping his cum on the
bedsheets."

After Curtis wiped himself up we headed back to the living room where
his clothes were scattered about.  Once he was dressed again, we
opened the curtains and sunshine poured in.  It was mid-afternoon and
after bumming a couple of cigarettes, Curtis had to go, leaving me
with the hottest video tape I could ever imagine owning.  Ten times
better than the commercial ones I had bought that Curtis had found and
had been inspired by.  It may have been the first video I shot of
Curtis, but it certainly wasn't the last!


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