Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 13:19:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: picture this (6) I made my way to the lake, and settled at a picnic table that sat on a grass area just behind the sandy beach. I gazed around, scanning the multitudes of nearly naked youths at play. I didn't spot Ricky anyplace, so I turned my attention to my camera, slowly scanning through the incredible captures of the teen jacker under the tree at the park. Damn, I thought, these are some very hot pictures, especially the zoom close ups of the ever widening wet spot at the crotch of the kaki shorts! As luck would have it, I was perfectly focused, and zoomed, on the kids swollen cock head, right at the moment of his climax, and the rapid expulsion of his young cream expanded the wetness of the shorts from a spot maybe the size of a half dollar coin, into an absolutely soaked puddle of fresh-from- the source boy juice! Sweet, I thought, realizing that when played out as a slide show on CD, his cumming would appear almost as a moving picture, detailing the progression of his growing excitement, and culminating in his intense ejaculation into his shorts! Very nice, indeed, and I was eager to show them to Ricky, hoping to inspire his competitive side, so that he would be eager to somehow outdo the teen lads masturbatory skills! Looking up, I scanned the beach, and water, once more, again looking for my little blond hottie, and not seeing him anywhere. I frowned, and began to worry that his family had dragged him off to some dreaded tourist attraction for the day. I turned, looking across the road toward the vacation condo's where he was staying, and smiled, as I spotted the cutie scurrying across the street, headed in my direction. He jogged across the lawn, his soft blond mop bouncing sweetly on his head, and skidded to a stop in front of my seated position. My eyes drifted over him, head to toe, once again marveling at his creamy smooth skin, and the golden tan of his bare torso, and hairless legs. A true beauty of a young boy, I decided again. Actually, very nearly too pretty, for a boy! Gorgeous, and so very photogenic, the lad was destined for stardom, without doubt! My perverted mind briefly conjured up images of little Ricky, as he made the rounds of various movie, and TV, producers offices, gamely "auditioning" on the variety of infamous casting couches! Yup, I decided, a star in the making, for sure! He grinned at me, puffing slightly, from his jog across the road, and lawn. "Hey, Sam!" He chirped sweetly, and I grinned back at him, deftly bumping his small, closed fist with my own, the currently accepted greeting among today's tender young lads. "Hey, yourself!" I replied, "I was afraid you had been captured by family, or something!" He giggled, then answered, "Actually, I guess I have been...my Mom says I gotta go with them to see stuff today, but I told her I had to come over here first, to tell my friends I was gonna be gone today." I frowned at that news, and replied, "Ah...I see...well, damn, Ricky...that pretty much sucks...I was really looking forward to... seeing you...again today!" He nodded, and said, "Yea, huh...me too...but I can't talk her out of it....I tried really hard, already!" I nodded, and said, "Yes...well...it's a family vacation, I guess...figures she would want you to see the sights." He fidgeted around some, looking as disappointed as I was feeling. As he stared down at his sandals-clad feet, I seized the opportunity to focus onto the delicious little bulge that was presented at the crotch of his shorts. I felt my mouth water, as my minds eye conjured up the vision of that pink little morsel, his small fist firmly gripping its swollen shaft, as he had jacked it to a watery orgasm last evening! Damn parents, they can be such a pain in the ass, I decided! He lifted his head, and our eyes met, and he giggled sweetly, saying, "But hey, it's gonna be cool for later...I already got it set up...told her if she made me go seeing stuff, then after we got back, she had to let me go play with my friends...and so we, like, got this deal!" feeling my disappointment slip away, I brightened considerably, and slapped the boy a hi-five, telling him, "Aw, Ricky...awesome dude...you're the absolute best, Buddy!" He grinned, giggling, and nodding that sweet, blond head, and mumbling, "Yea, huh...I'm, like, SO stealth!" I reached out and ruffled his baby soft hair, then slid my palm down his silky smooth back, my cock giving a small twitch at the contact. I chuckled, and replied, "Stealth, indeed...so...you're saying that we can hookup later today...right...?" He nodded some more, and I added, "Cool....that's just great, Ricky...I even have some new pictures to show you...I got them this morning, at the park...very hot, too!" His eyes lit up brightly, and he glanced at the camera briefly, then back at me, saying, "Really...uh...more hot....um...than...me...?" I chuckled, and rubbed lower onto his silken back, just letting my fingers brush over that yummy boy-butt, and said, seriously, "No way, Little Buddy...they just don't make any photo models hotter than you are...these were just good timing, is all...and you'll see what I mean when I show them to you!" He brightened at that, and a gentle blush crept over his sweet cheeks, as he batted his eyes at me, and asked, "Um...so...well...would you take some more pictures...of me...uh...later, I mean...?" I glanced around quickly, seeing no one paying particular attention, and closed my hand over one firm little melon, and answered, "I already told you, Baby-boy....I want to take as many pictures of you...in any pose that you feel like...anytime that you want me to!" He blushed a little brighter, and giggled, then squeaked, "Uh...actually...I been, like, thinking about that...a lot...all night, even!" I winked at him, and said, slyly, "Great...you're such a natural model...and so cute and sexy...I bet you have some great ideas for the camera, huh...?" His blush deepened, and his small hand unconsciously dropped to his crotch, and I watched, entranced, as he adjusted the boy meat that had obviously firmed up in his shorts! I chuckled, and rocked my eyebrows at him, giving him my best sinister look, and said, "Hmm....sweet...it...uh...seems like...uh...Little Ricky....must really like your ideas...!" His sweet face went a serious shade of crimson, and he giggled, nodding his head rapidly. He looked into my eyes, and mumbled sweetly, "Uh huh...for sure...is that ok, if...um...he...does...?" I gave the tight little globe of his butt cheek another squeeze, and answered, "Oh yes, sweet-cheeks....that... is... VERY OK...!" He giggled some more, and said, "You're so cool Sam...l really like you...lots!" Shifting my hand, I gripped the opposite little butt cheek, and squeezed it, answering, "I really like you lots too, Ricky-boy...and...the more of you I get to see....chuckle....the more I like!" He got that, I was sure, seeing his soft cheeks redden still deeper. He gave his little bubble a small wiggle in my gripping fingers, and said, "Awesome...OK, cool...so later...I gotta go...uh...so, shall I just, like, come over....when we get back?" I nodded, and replied, "Yup...perfect...I'll be waiting for you...with a brand new memory card, even!" He giggled, and turned away, tossing over his smooth shoulder, "Cool...I'll try to hurry...!" And he took off toward the condos, my hungry eyes locked squarely onto that tight little gyrating butt! After Ricky left me, I hung around the lake for a while, gathering a few more shots of the boy-cuties at play. After a short time, I decided that none of the available talent could hold a candle to Ricky as photo subjects, so I headed for home. Back at the house, I spent some time editing the shots of the teen explosion, and added them to the CD's I had already started. Finished, I sat back, and ran through the images of Ricky from last evening, my cock growing to a granite hard state. As I reached the end, and slowly scanned through the shots of him baring his cute little boner, and clutching it, as he jacked himself through an intense, if watery, explosion of boy juice, I struggled with an intense desire to mimic his actions, then and there! I licked my lips, and felt an ache in my jaw, as I imagined the flavor, and texture of his emission splattering over my tongue! Just seeing the little stud-muffin wearing the simple beach shorts was enough to produce an erection on a full fledged eunuch, and my devious mind began to conjure up visions of other ways to display his incredible, natural sexiness. Maybe some one-size-too-small boxers, I thought, or, better still, some sexy little briefs-type undies, or, even better than that, both! My rock hard cock gave a lurch, as I let my minds-eye visualized that, and I reached an instant decision. Grabbing my car keys, and wallet, I rushed out the door, headed to the near-by mall! I walked through the large, enclosed shopping mall, my target the upscale department store that anchored the mall. The place was huge in all departments, not the least of which was a very ample boys section, which I had stalked on previous visits. The mall was populated with the usual number of assorted-aged young boys, and I happily partook of the eye-candy, as I made my way to Nordstoms. Had I not been on a defined mission, I could well have spent the afternoon ogling the various cuties that were seemingly everywhere I looked! Some days, I decided, it was just damn good to be alive, and in America! I stepped off the escalator, and straight into Boy-lover heaven! The store had a selection of clothing second to none, and, I guessed, would easily have been capable of satisfying any young lad's tastes in fashion. Personally, I much prefer my boys naked as the day of their birth, but hell, you have to start somewhere, right? I ambled toward the underwear section, my eyes rapidly scanning the display racks for anything that might catch my eye as suitable for Ricky's upcoming photo shoot. As I passed the sportswear section, I stopped at a large offering of swimwear, and promptly selected a few brightly colored Speedo swim suits, holding them up for inspection, then selecting what I was sure would be at least one size under Ricky's actual number. God, I am SUCH a perv, I decided! As I walked toward the register to purchase the scanty little silks, I spotted a display mannequin of a young boy sporting one of those martial arts uniforms, a Gee, I think it's called. It's basically a small robe, held together by a colored sash which indicates the degree of the wearer's expertise in whatever form of the arts. The garment is very short, extending just below the waist, since it is intended for wear with pants, and with the sash removed, would fall completely open down the front of the wearer. Thinking of the potential for varied, and sexy poses, and further inspired that little Ricky might get a kick out of the martial arts idea, I added the small jacket to my purchases. Nope, I declined the accompanying pants. I scoured the underwear displays, selecting several pairs of sexy little boxers, silk, along with a good variety of colored, and stark white, briefs. As brief as possible, thank you! An introductory display of a brand new product definitely caught my eye, and I stopped to check it out. Trunks, they were called, and my heart rate increased significantly as I held a pair in my fingers! A satin-like material, so smooth they actually caused the fine hairs on my wrists to stand up. Very tiny, from waist to hem, they were perfectly cut in a square shape, with a very small y-front opening, and a gentle elastic waist. God, these were purely erotic as hell, and my brain swum with images of Ricky's little package ensconced within, not to mention the butt-cling factor had to be a pure 10! These would be a skin-tight fit, molding sweetly to every crease and bulge of the wearer, much like the newer boxer-briefs, but SO much sexier! Catching a passing sales person, I inquired as to what might be the proper size for my visiting "nephew" of age 11, and was advised toward a boy's size 12. Nodding my thanks, I promptly selected one of each available color, boys size 10, of course! Feeling pleased with my sinister shopping spree, I rushed back home, setup the TV with the picture CD's, and placed a fresh memory card in the camera. That finished, I mixed up a pitcher of the Rum punch that Ricky had previously enjoyed, and sat back waiting, very impatiently, for my Ricky, and his little Ricky, to arrive! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com Have received several emails praising this story, and hopefully have responded to each! If I missed anyone, please accept my blanket "Thanks" for your very kind comments!