Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2004 03:50:37 +0000
From: dimitri hamlin <galephor@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Old School Part 01' {Demi Hamlin} (Mb mast) [1!1]

As usual, it started out as one of those spur of the moment ideas. I'm an
artist, or at least I'm trying to be, and I figured that if I wanted to
improve, I'd better start drawing from life. Sort of like the old masters.
Only problem was I hated trying to draw in the middle of the street.
Chicago's my hometown, and there's plenty to draw, especially during the
summer. But when the tourists come out its hard enough trying to walk let
alone sit down and draw.

So I got this nifty idea to buy a digital camera and take pictures. It took
about a week for it come in the mail. I got a good deal, even with all the
crap that came with it. I shelled out a few more dollars for a disk, and I
waited for a good day to go take some pictures.

I thought about my old school, and how cool it looked when I was little.
Then I remembered the little suck fest me and my buddy David and his little
brother had behind the bushes every day during recess. And the midday visits
to the basement restroom so that I could look at the older boys when they
pissed.

All those memories started flooding straight to my dick. I thought the hell
with it. Go visit your old school, take some snapshots. I had heard that
place was still being used, so I figured I might even be able to get inside
again.

So I headed down to my school. For the whole bus ride I was fighting my hard
on. I kept thinking about the time during one of the carnivals when half my
class decided to start "dirty dancing", and I ended up between Brian and
Demeana, and Brian kept rubbing his dick against mines.

By the time I got to the school I wanted to jerk off so bad I was
practically rubbing myself through my pants. I had the camera in my hand,
and stopped next to the old church and took a bunch of pictures. I wondered
for a moment in my teeth marks were still on the pews from being bored
during mass.

I was busy snapping away, thinking about David's and Brian's bodies when I
had a thought: I wonder if any kids would let me take their pictures?

It sounded completely stupid, but being artist had my mind already sorting
things out. There was a public school around the corner, so I headed over
towards it. I glanced at my watch, and tried to remember if the kids got out
at three or at three fifteen. My mind was racing, but I thought enough not
to ask right in front of the doors.

My watch beeped as it turned to three o'clock and then the school bells
rang. I started walking away. It was a stupid idea. No kid would let me take
his pictures. I had to remember where I was. I wasn't in some suburb where
people left their doors unlocked. I was in one of the worst areas in the
city, and half these kids were probably in gangs.

Still, I didn't walk away too fast. I was about halfway to the next bus stop
when I stopped and turned the corner. I had to get my head straight. What
did I want to do? I wasn't some sort of pervert. I wouldn't want to hurt any
kid. But, I remembered how fun it was in those bathrooms at school, and I
figured at least one kid would let me flick off a few pictures.

Halfway through that thought, this kid walked by. He didn't look any more
than eleven, and he was sporting a little afro. His skin looked soft, even
in the shade, and was a little darker than an acorn. But my eyes fell right
onto his lips. They were round and full, and just begging for a kiss and
some dick.

Without thinking, I heard myself say, "Hey kid." The boy didn't even stop.
"Kid," I called again. That time he turned around. "Come here real quick."

And he did.

I was so surprised I almost blew it. I started to say to him, "Are you out
of you fuckin' mind?! You don't just come up to strangers!" but I managed to
restrain myself.

I took the next thought I had and ran with it. "You wanna make some money?"
I asked.

The kid cocked his head to the side, and shot me an apprehensive glance.

"It ain't drugs," I said. I pulled my camera out of my pocket. "I just wanna
take some pictures of you, that's all."

"Uh..." he said, kind of glancing around. But he didn't leave. Instead, he
came a little closer, focusing more on the camera.

"I ain't gonna touch you or nothin'. Just wanna take a couple of pictures.
I'll give you twenty dollars for it."

"What kinda camera is it?" he said, raising his hand a little.

"Digital one. By Sony. I could shoot you playing ball in the middle of a
lay-up."

"Fo' real?"

"For two hundred dollars it better," I said. The kid was loosing up. He kept
eyeballing the camera, rubbing his chin.

"Come on," I said. "I know you play ball. Come on back to my place and let
me get a couple of shots. You know, something for the ladies."

The kid smiled and nodded his head. "A'ight," he said. "Fo' the ladies."

Sweat was racing down my back. I didn't think the kid would go for it.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying not to let any nervousness enter my
voice.

"Marcus," he said, nodding his head. He held up both his hands with his
fingers pointing towards his head. "But my guys call me Double Deuce."

"Why?" I said, smiling.

"Cuz I always gets them titties!"

"Right... Come on. I'm Damon, by the way."

I told him we needed to take the bus about six blocks down. I paid his fare,
and tried not to look nervous during the ride. When we got off, Marcus
looked around, but still followed me. I took him to my apartment. It wasn't
a big place, but it had enough room for me to have an area just for all my
drawings. I led him to my room where my computer was and told him to just
put his bag anywhere.

I turned on my computer, logged in, and was busy trying to clear a space
near the back wall so I could take the kid's pictures. Since I kept almost
nothing in my room, the beige wall would be a perfect backdrop. The boy had
a really cute face, so I figured I'd snap a few of his profile, maybe get
him to take his shirt off and he'd be out of there in about twenty minutes.

"Holy shit!" Marcus said, and I turned around and laughed. I'd forgotten
about my desktop picture. There was some woman being fucked in the mouth,
pussy, and ass, with cum everywhere. And a really large set of titties.

"Heh, heh, forgot about that," I said. "There's some more in that folder at
the bottom. But first let me get these pics, and then you can get your
cash."

I stood him over by the wall and flicked off about fifteen pictures. I told
him to pose however he wanted, so he was giving me all the thug poses he
could think of. I dug a twenty out of my wallet and handed it to him, and
then loaded the pictures onto my computer. After I threw his pictures into a
new folder I opened one of the pictures.

"See, there you are," I said. Marcus smirked and muttered something about
being cool as hell. "Still wanna see those bitches?"

Marcus nodded, so I opened the folder and let him have an eye full. The kid
was practically drooling over my hand. He leaned closer, and I felt a very
distinct object poking my leg. He must have felt it too because he glanced
down at it just as I did.

"Yeah, I get that too," I said, not wanting the kid to be ashamed. Still, he
backed away a little. But now that I'd felt his dick, I had to see it.
"Hey," I said. "If you such a big pimp, whip that shit out then."

That time, Marcus backed up all the way to my bed.

"I ain't gonna touch you, playa. I just want to take your picture. For the
ladies, remember? I mean, you ain't got no baby dick, do you?"

"Hell naw!" he shouted.

"Well then let's see that shit. Come on, let me take some shots of them
muscles. I know you got some."

"A'ight," Marcus said, after a little pause. He pulled up his shirt, and I
swear, to be an eleven year old, the kid was fucking ripped.	Marcus stripped
off his shirt and revealed one of the smoothest bodies I'd ever seen. I
grabbed my camera and started snapping shots, and without me even asking,
Marcus started flexing. He was pretty good at it too, so I figured he'd been
practicing. Still, I wanted to see that dick.

"Let's see your legs," I said. My dick was pounding against my underwear,
and I was glad I was wearing briefs. Marcus pulled his pants down, kicking
his shoes off, and shook his legs free. He was still rock hard, but he was
completely caught up in posing for me. His dick bumped around in his boxers
every time he moved. And from the little wet spot on the point of his bulge,
I knew he was getting off on it.

"Wanna see my dick now?" he asked as if it were nothing.

"Yeah," I said, and watched as Marcus pulled down his boxers and his dick
popped out. He had a few hairs sprouting above his dick. His balls hung like
two meaty gumballs, and his dick was already five inches from the looks of
it. God, it brought back so many memories.

He starting stroking it, and I took as many pictures as I could until the
disk was full. I loaded them on the computer, and Marcus stood right besides
me buck naked without even thinking about it.

"Cool," he said when he saw his pictures load up.

"You got one big dick, kid."

He turned to me and smirked. "What?" I said.

"If you give me ten more dollars, I'll let you touch it."

"I don't wanna touch your dick." I lied. I wanted to jerk him off so bad. I
wanted his dick in my mouth and my dick in his little pussy. But I wasn't a
perv, so I wasn't going to force the kid to do anything.

He glanced down at my crotch, and I knew he could see the bulge. "Alright,"
I said. I pulled two fives out of my wallet and slapped them on the desk.

Marcus stepped back, and placed his hands on his hips with a look that said
'what the fuck are you waiting for'. I slipped my fingers around his meat,
and rubbed his dick slowly. With my other hand I tugged a little on his
balls. They were warm and a little sticky with sweat. Marcus licked his lips
and smiled.

"Now my turn," he said, which caught me by surprise. I let go, and Marcus'
fingers did the rest. He unzipped my pants, and pulled my briefs down, and
got all seven inches of my dick out. I made it jump a few times, and he
cracked up. He ran his fingers all the way down to my balls, and rubbed the
head with the palm of his hand. He tried a few times to stick his pinky
finger in my piss hole, and he tucked me away.

He went back over to my bed, so I figured he was done. I checked the time.
We'd only be at it for ten minutes. I started to log off when Marcus said,
"Wanna see something cool?"

I turned around to see him lying on my bed with his legs hanging off that
side and his hand wrapped firmly around his dick. He was stroking it like
there was no tomorrow. Quickly, I grabbed my camera and set it to video, and
zoomed in on the action. Marcus pumped his dick hard, squeezing it tighter
and tighter. His butt clenched, and he threw his head back. A spray of clear
cum splattered all over his chest. He held up his hand, smiling.

"Damn," he said. "Last time I got it to go straight up."

"When's the last time you jerked off?"

He seemed a little put off by the question, but a tilted my head. I mean,
come on, he had just shot his load in front of me, on camera, and now he was
embarrassed to talk about jerking off?

"This morning," he finally answered.

"You gotta save it up," I said. "Wait a day. Or jerk off for a while before
you come. Then that shit'll hit the fuckin' ceiling."

Marcus laughed and said, "Shit, I come so hard the tv changes channels."

All that talk about cumming had me ready to bust a nut. I took a chance,
hoping the kid would go along. "Man, I come so hard," I said, "I make
bitches go blind!"

"Yeah right..."

"You wanna see?"

"Hell yeah," he said, sitting up. I smiled, and pulled my pants and
underwear down, and stepped out of them. My dick was burning hot, and I had
to stroke it slow to keep from coming too soon. I stepped up to him and
stood over his legs. He didn't seem to mind my dick being about a foot from
his face. I stroked away, closing my eyes. I'd hadn't jerked off in front of
anyone in years. And Marcus was being real cool about it too.

Suddenly, I felt his hand push mines away, and when I looked down, Marcus
was giving me two-handed action. He pumped my dick, wrapping his fingers
around it so tight it almost felt like I was fucking him. His leaned
forward, and really got into to, like he just had to see how hard I could
come.

But I couldn't take it anymore, and I didn't have time to warn him. Cum
spurted out in thick globs right into his face. He let go, and I took over,
milking the rest out and letting it drop onto his chest. I thought he'd be
upset, but instead he said he wanted to see what he looked like. So I
grabbed the camera with my clean hand and took a picture and loaded it up.

"Holy shit!" he said. Cum was all over his one of his eyes, and running down
his chin. He had a huge glob hanging on his bottom lip, and he kept licking
at it. He wasn't in a rush to get any of it off his face.

"Told you," I said. He laughed, licked his lip, and rubbed the cum from his
eye and mixed it with his cum still on his chest.

"Alright," I said. "I think you better get back though, or you mom might get
pissed."

Marcus shook his head. "She don't get back 'til fo' thirty. Hey, you gonna
take me home?"

"Yeah. But you better wash up first."

I showed him the bathroom and let him do his thing. I sat at the computer
for a while, looking over his pictures and figured I didn't really need
them. So I erased them off the computer and wiped the camera disk. Guilt I
guess.

Marcus got dressed, and we caught a bus back to his school. I walked him to
where we met, and he motioned for me to follow, so I did. We headed down
three blocks, and then through an alley. He stopped at the first building on
the corner.

"This is my place. Come up," Marcus said.

"I'd better not," I said. How would it look if I was there when his mother
came home? Oh, hi, Marcus' mom. I'm Damon, an artist, and I took a bunch of
pictures of your kid. Just ignore the one where he had me cum on his face.

"It's cool," Marcus assured me. "I'll just say you lookin' fo' Row Dawg."

"Row Dawg?"

"My brother. He always got folks lookin' fo' him. Don't even remember 'em
most of the time."

"You sure?"

"B'sides, if ma's home, she won't say shit. She'll like you mo' than the
other guys." Marcus started for the building and turned around. "C'mon."