Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 13:57:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Picture This (1) Life was actually pretty good, I decided. At 34 years of age, I was doing pretty well, with a steady and secure job that I truly liked, a comfortable home of my own, and even a few bucks in the bank. The one thing lacking in my life was the freedom to explore my particular sexual bent, but, I had even figured a way to satisfy that, if not nearly as frequently as I would have preferred. You see, I am a confirmed lover of young males, most especially those around 11, to 13 years of age, though admittedly, I am occasionally tempted by a special boy that may be somewhat older, or younger, than my favorite. It kind of depends on the individual boy. I have felt this attraction for a very long time, having gotten started sexually experimenting with other boys at about age 9. As I grew into adult hood, my sexual attraction just sort of remained dormant, and I now desired young boys just as I had when I was one of them. Now, American laws take a very dim view of my little predilection, and tend to meter out rather unpleasant punishments to those who are detected acting on these particular desires, no matter that the young partner might be a most willing, even aggressive, participant in the proceedings. For this reason, I had always kept myself in check while on the homeland soil, limiting my sinister urges to close observation of the objects of my desire, seriously perving them from a safe distance, and using my astute observations as fantasy fodder in my more intense jack off sessions. I had done extensive research, greatly improved by the recent development of the internet, on the various countries of the world that didn't share the rather prudish viewpoint of the USA regarding the topic of man-boy sexual adventure. It was on my infrequent forages to these parts of the world that I indulged my wanton desires fully, and had, on several memorable occasions, fully enjoyed the carnal knowledge of several nubile young lads. No matter that English was not their first language, or that the surroundings in which we played were often less than stellar. The knowing of the flesh, the scents, and sounds, the very texture of very young males, naked, and willing, more than compensated. It also easily justified the rather high-end cost of such adventures, and I gladly paid whatever it took to sooth the inward lust on my few trips per year to one of these accommodating places. At home, my stealth observations of the creamy smooth legs, and pert, rounded bottoms of young boys, and, more particularly, the mouth watering little bulges displayed at the crotches of their snug little shorts, was suddenly enhanced by the advent of the digital camera! I purchased a high end model, equipped with all of the technology required to zoom, and auto-focus, complete with the largest memory card available, allowing for literally hundreds of snap shots of sweet boys. During my frequent forages into various parks, playgrounds, pools, and beaches, I happily snapped away at the delicious lads, then, later, tweaked my many captures using the sophisticated software that resided on my home computer. My collection of shirtless, shorts-clad boys, or Speedo boys playing at pool, or beach, had grown rapidly, and my hard drive was filled with files categorized by age, and other personal preferences. Many hours were idly passed by gazing lovingly upon my would-be paramours, as I deftly worked my churning balls free of their creamy burden! It was through the use of the camera that my very strict, self-imposed rules of behavior were broken. I had positioned myself at a shaded picnic table toward the rear of a beach that fronted a lake very popular with families, or early teen-age kids on their own for a few hours. My cover was solid, I reasoned, as I happily snapped away, zooming in for incredible close-ups of numerous bubble butts, and stuffed little crotches. Should anyone become curious, I intended to pretend that I was photographing the distant mountains on the far side of the lake, in an attempt to familiarize myself with the zoom features of my "new" camera. From casual observation, it would be difficult to dispute my story, and be sure that I was, in fact, snapping sexy shots of the numerous boys that dotted the beach. I had taken a short break from snapping images of one particularly sweet little thing of about 11 that had caught my fancy, and spent a few minutes reviewing the zoom shots of him that I had already stored on the memory card. I grew even more enamored of the lad as I scanned the pictures, and took several repeated views of one shot in particular. The boy was dazzlingly cute, a baby faced blond, his shaggy hair covering his small ears, with several errant strands drooping onto his forehead. His perfect white teeth flashed with his cute smiles, and I gasped at the sight of his puffy, small, nipples, as they formed the very tiniest of nubs on his satin smooth chest! His tummy was flat and soft, save for a tiny tuck of remaining baby fat that clung just above the waist band of the snug, dark blue shorts that he wore. I had captured a delicious image of him sitting, as well, his legs splayed, with one knee bent, creating a breath taking glimpse of his small white briefs, as the leg hem hung down! I focused tightly on his open crotch, and was rewarded with the clearly defined outline of his small penis, and a tight lump that clearly had to be his small eggs! Delicious, absolutely delicious, I thought, feeling my own penis stir in my lap! I was suddenly startled from my reverie by a melodic sound coming over my left shoulder, "Jeez, Mister, that's an awesome camera!" Came the boyish voice, and I looked up, turning my head toward the sound source. Oh man, I thought, breaking out my very best smile, it's HIM! I spun on the bench, and held the camera out toward him and replied, "Thanks Son...it's brand new actually, but I think I'm really going to like it a lot!" He smiled brightly, and small dimples-to-die-for appeared in his creamy cheeks. He reached out his arm, taking the camera from me, and my breath caught in my throat, as my eyes quickly scanned his completely hairless underarm, then drifted over his puffy little nipples, and down, across the soft little tummy! Oh my God, I thought, SO much better up close, and in the flesh, than through the lens! "Wow, this is really a good one, Mister, I bet it prolly cost lots, huh!" He chirped, and I nodded, then, said, seriously, "Yes, Son, it was pretty expensive, but I take a lot of pictures, so I'm thinking it will be worth it in the long run." He nodded in agreement, and brought the camera body to his face, and squinted one eye, as he looked through the view finder. I seized the opportunity to drop my gaze down to his crotch, and salivated slightly, at seeing the small bulge there, his sweet boy parts snugly captured in what I knew to be white briefs, hidden by the blue shorts. He turned away, focusing on some distant view, and I was rewarded with a close up look at his pert little bubble butt. I shook my head slowly, and let myself imagine what the molded little globes would like naked, their stark whiteness in serious relief to his golden tanned body. He removed the camera from his eye, and turned it over in his hands. As he rolled the body over, I gasped slightly, suddenly remembering that one of the several images I had captured of him was displayed in the preview window at the back of the camera! He studied the camera for a second, and I watched his pale blond eyebrows rise, as he did a small double take of the little window. He turned his head to look at me, the dazzling smile spreading across his face, as his slightly high voice said, "Hey! You got a picture of ME...wow...that's really cool!" I exhaled, relieved at his reaction, and nodded my head, saying shyly, "Uh huh...I did, actually...I just couldn't resist, you looked so cute when I saw you through the lens...and...I was right, too...you are, indeed, a very cute young man!" He blushed slightly, and smiled some more, but made no reply. He found the button that scrolls the memory card, and pressed it, then again, and yet again, pausing briefly at each frame, and coming to the realization that I had, in fact, several different images of him stored on the card! He handed the camera back to me, and shyly asked, "Wow...you took, like, a lot of me, Mister...how come...?" I studied him a moment, then, answered, "Well, because, as I said, you are a fine looking young man, and...highly photogenic, as well...I hope you don't mind...?" He studied my face a moment, then slowly shook his blond head, the soft hair circling his face gently, then, said, "It's cool, I guess, sure...so...are you, like, a photographer, or something...?" I nodded, and answered, "Yea, in a way, I am...amateur, mostly...sort of a hobby...though I have published a few works in the past, from time to time." He smiled, then said, "Cool...cause sometimes I do, like, modeling stuff...back home...for money, you know...like ads for stuff...my mom sets it all up for me." My heart did a little skip, as I thought, oh wow...if you come model for me, sweety-boy, I'll need, oh, maybe 50 or so, of these memory cards! The immense possibilities of it washed over my mind, and I shuddered visibly! "Maybe you've seen some...like, in magazines, or newspapers! I did some clothes stuff before, and some sunscreen ones, and even a cereal brand once!" he said excitedly. I put on my sad look, and answered, "No, Son, I'm sure not...surely I would not have forgotten seeing your cute face before!" He blushed again, and giggled slightly, and said, "Thanks, Mister!" I nodded, and asked, "So, young man, do you do this modeling work here in town...or..?" He shook his head, and replied, "No..we don't even live here...just a vacation...I do the model stuff in L.A., where we live." I smiled at him, and said, "Great...that's very cool...and I can tell you are a terrific model too...and I thank you letting me take your picture without your usual fee...!" He giggled, and nodded, then said, "I like how your pictures of me look...I mean...they actually look like me... not, like, all posed, and stuff!" Seizing the moment, I replied, "Well, thanks, son...that's very flattering...and in fact...I'd be very happy to take all the pictures of you that you would like!" He flashed that grin again, and blushed slightly, then nodded, and said, "Uh...I guess so...sure...I mean...I...uh...sorta like getting my picture taken, actually...well...I mean...I like trying the poses that the photographers tell me...it's sorta like acting...and that's what I really wanna do someday...!" I smiled at him, and gave in to the temptation to reach out, and ruffle his soft, blond locks. "Well, acting careers are based on good looks, and on being very photogenic, as much as talent, so you already have two of the necessary three!" I told him, and delighted in watching the soft, pink blush crawl over his flawless cheeks. "Jeez , Mister...you sure say a lot of nice things to me...uh...do you...like...really think that...?" I placed my palm on his slim, bare shoulder, my balls reacting to the contact with his satin smooth skin, and answered, " Absolutely I do, Son...I'm speaking total truth saying those things about you!" He fixed me with the dazzling smile again, causing my cock to twitch in my shorts, and said, shyly, "wow...that is so cool...!" "So, Son....hey...what's your name, by the way...I can't keep calling you Son, now that we are buddy's...?" He giggled softly, and replied, "For sure, huh...it's Ricky....well...actually Richard...like my Dad...but nobody calls me that, ...well... my Mom does...like when I do something bad...!" I chuckled, and replied, "Well Ricky...I'm Sam...and...I can't imagine you doing anything bad....well...not often, at least...!" He grinned, letting go another sweet giggle, and said, "yea...right...!" Wanting to steer him back to the possibility of posing for me, I asked, "So, Ricky...you are here on a vacation, you said...for how long...and...where are you staying...?" He nodded his head, and answered, "We just got here like two days ago...and we're gonna stay for three weeks...which is awesome...this place is so cool...and we got a rented condo...like...right over there...!" He raised an arm, again giving me a glimpse of his creamy underarm, and pointed out a high rise building across the beach front road. I followed his pointed finger, and nodded, then said, "Oh cool...my house is right around the corner from you...on that side street right there...!" I indicated the cross street to the beach road. He looked, and nodded, saying, "Sweet...so we are..like...neighbors...sorta...!" I nodded in agreement, and said, with a smile, "Funny...I never really liked my neighbors...before now...!" He blushed again, and muttered, "Awesome...!" I seized the opportunity to closely scan the boy from head to toe, letting my eyes linger briefly on the tempting bulge at his crotch, then commented, "So Ricky, you must be spending a lot of time on the beach...your tan looks wonderful...so golden brown...and your hair so blond...like the perfect toasted marshmallow...! He giggled, and replied, "Yea...the beach rocks for me...but...I was already pretty much tan when we got here...I swim a lot at home, too...!" I reached out and lightly gripped his bicep, and ran my fingers along the smooth, hairless skin, saying, "I can see that your muscle tone is excellent...lots of swimming will do that for you...and...it reflects well in your photos too...!" He grinned, and said, "Guess so...but...I just do it cause I like it...!" I nodded, and chuckled, letting my hand slide over the perfect skin of his lean back, and said, "I'm sure that's true...when God just gifts you with a perfect body, there's no need to try for improvement!" He blushed deeply at that remark, and shyly looked down at his small feet, mumbling, "Jeez, Sam...your getting me all blushy...!" I chuckled, and rubbed his smooth back again, telling him, "Sorry, Buddy...don't mean to...I was just speaking the truth, again!" He giggled sweetly, and said, "You're really nice, Sam...!" I was about to resume the photography subject, when a boyish voice from the beach called, "Hey Ricky...come on back, Dude...let's get the game going...!" He turned toward the voice, and waved an arm, then looked at me, and said, "Volleyball...we were gonna play before...but...I had to go to the bathroom, first...!" I nodded, and once again ruffled his soft hair, saying, "Cool, Ricky...go and play your game, then...but I'm, really glad you needed the bathroom...gave me the chance to make a new friend...!" He nodded, and said, shyly, "Uh huh...I'm glad, too...I like meeting you, Sam...!" I smiled, and replied, "We will see each other again, Ricky...I'll make sure of it...now...go play the game...I'm going to take tons of pictures of you while you play...so...use your very best form...!" he grinned, nodded, and said, "Awesome...so then...will you show them to me...later...?" I grinned, and replied, "Absolutely...anytime you want...when I get home later...I'll post them onto a CD, and we can run it like a slide show...almost as good as a movie....Mr. future-star...!" He gave me the dazzling smile again, giggled sweetly, and turned, trotting toward his friends, my eyes boring laser dots onto the twin globes of his taut little butt! There were six boys in their group, and I watched as they chose up sides, then, jogged over to the volley ball net, and split up, getting their game underway. I happily watched the antics of the young cuties, snapping pictures of all the lush exposed skin, and capturing some excellent butt shots, as well as some very nice glimpses of bulging crotches, as they leapt into the air for slam shots. They were all cute, each in his own way, as most boys of that age tend to be. One, in particular, caught my eye, possibly because his features were in almost perfect contrast to Ricky's. He might have been a year or so older, maybe 12, or a young looking 13. His longish hair was jet black, cut fairly full, and center parted, just covering his ears, and extending down his neck in the back. His skin was tanned very darkly, indicating an olive type complexion, naturally on the dark side, even before all of the sun he had obviously soaked up. His body was slightly more bulky than Ricky's leanness, and his arm, and chest muscles were better defined, slightly more developed, due to his slight age advantage. The creamy skin of his underarms was hairless, but darker than Ricky's, and I guessed that it wouldn't be long before some growth erupted there. He was probably about 5' 6", or so, and maybe 130, where I had pegged Ricky around 5' 4", and 110. The boy had a cute little butt that equaled Ricky's firm melons, and the brief glimpses of his package held great promise. The two of them teamed well together, and I got the impression they had played this game together before. They encountered a few minor collisions while fielding the ball, and as they ended up entangled on the sand, while I snapped the pair as rapidly as possible. My devious mind conjured up visions of a porn video I had once seen that featured a scene of some college-aged guys playing naked volley ball. I chuckled, thinking how large a crowd would have gathered here to witness these tender hotties frolic naked on the sand! God, I could have hawked enough tickets in a half hour to retire! The game ended with Ricky's team losing by just one point, and the boys all exchanged high fives, and parted, wandering down the beach, as Ricky, and the black haired beauty began walking in my direction. They approached my bench, giggling and discussing the finer points of the game, and stopped in front of my seated position. I smiled, and raised my palm toward the grinning Ricky, saying, "Nice game, Dude...you almost pulled it off!" He nodded, smiling, and slapped my palm with his, saying, "For sure, huh...it was awesome, though, anyway...!" He half turned toward his friend, and said, "Hey, Sam...this is my cousin Chris....Chris...Sam...my...uh...Bud..!" I grinned at that reference, and stuck out my hand, saying, "Hey, Cousin Chris...nice game from you, too!" He smiled, and my heart skipped several beats, so brilliant was his grin, the perfect rows of snow white teeth gleaming in the bright sunshine. "Hi, Sam....yea...thanks..!" as he gripped my hand in his, shaking, then letting go. "So...did ya get lots of cool pics...?" Ricky asked. I nodded, and answered, "Yep...tons of them...and especially tons of you two...!" I said with a wink at Ricky. "Wow...that's a really cool camera, Sam!" Chirped Chris, and I picked it up, handing it to him. He looked it over carefully, then, brought it to his eye to look through the view finder, and I seized that opportunity to focus on his nicely bulged crotch, which was scant inches from my face. Oh yea, there is definitely some fresh boy meat there, I thought, as my eyes drank in the outline of his cock where it huddled slightly left of center, topping a very nice sized lump of young balls! My mouth watered enough that I was forced to swallow! I dragged my eyes away from the tempting package, and looked at Ricky, saying, "You guys mist be thirsty from all that work...how about I treat us all to a cold drink at the snack shack...?" Ricky smiled, and nodded, answering, "Right on...excellent...lead on, Sam!" The three of us headed off in the direction of the small café that served as the lakes snack shack, me trailing slightly behind the two cuties, not-so-subtly perving their delectable backsides as they flexed invitingly inside the snug shorts! We entered, and slid into a booth, the boy's side-by-side opposite me. We ordered, super-sized sodas and fries for the boys, and an iced tea for me. We settled back, chatting, and I said, "So you guys are cousins...I kind of figured that you had played volley ball together before today...it showed, there on the beach!" The boys giggled, and nodded their heads, and Chris answered, "Yea, for sure...but I think those other dudes did too...they were really good!" A brief play-by-play recount of the close match ensued, then Ricky changed the subject, saying, "So Sam...are you still gonna make a photo CD with the pictures...like you said...?" That drew a slightly quizzical look from Chris, who cocked his jet black eyebrows, and asked, "Pictures...?" It was the first time I had noticed his incredible eyes, deep pools of brilliant blue, Azure almost, highly unusual on a person of dark complexion, and an outstanding enhancement to his already striking good looks! Their color made me think of the clearest blue sky I had ever seen! "Yea...that way cool camera he has...he took pictures of me...before the game...at the beach...and now...some v-ball ones too...and he's gonna make a CD out of them to watch...!" Ricky explained, and Chris grinned, saying, "Cool...so now I can get into this model thing, like you, Super-Star...!" Ricky blushed sweetly, and poked at his cousin's shoulder, saying, "Yea...right...butthead...!" Chris giggled, and replied, "What...butthead...you are, like, SO into showing off your stuff, Dude...just, like, point a camera your way...and you go, like, all posing, and shit...perv...!" Ricky blushed still brighter, and again poked Chris' shoulder, muttering, "Am not...!" I chuckled, and seriously hoped that Chris' assessment was the accurate one! Wanting to change the subject to ease Ricky's embarrassment, I asked, "So, Chris, are you here with Ricky, then, for the vacation?" He nodded, then added, "Yea...well...not actually all of it...my Mom is picking me up later today to go back home for some stuff I have to do...but I'm coming back, like next weekend." That came as good news to me, as I thought it would be the best of all circumstances to be able to explore whatever possibilities there might be, if any, with Ricky alone. If by chance things were to develop favorably, then, sweet Chris might well be added to the mix later in the game! Oh, be still, my pounding heart...what's the old saying...be careful what you wish for...you just might get it...HA....one can certainly hope...!" We finished up the drinks and snacks, and I paid the bill in our way back outside. On the sidewalk, Ricky turned to me, and gave me that killer grin, and said, "Thanks for the soda, Sam...we gotta get home for Chris' Mom...I'll be seeing you, though, OK...?" I smiled back, and answered, "I sure hope so, Champ...wouldn't want to lose a new Buddy on the very first day...besides...you want to come over and see the CD pictures, right...you too, Chris...when you get back, I mean...!" Both boys nodded, and spoke at once, saying, "Yea...for sure...!" I took out a pad, and wrote my address and cell phone number down, and handed it to Ricky, telling him to call anytime, or, just drop by later this evening if he could, that I'd have the CD ready by 4:00, or 5:00 o'clock. He slipped the note into his shorts pocket, giving me a brief chance to again glimpse the sweet bulge protruding slightly at his crotch, and replied, `Yea, Ok...cool...later, then...!" I exchanged high fives with both boys, and watched them walk away, the four perfect melons jiggling enchantingly! Sigh...sweet young boys...just got to love them...! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com