Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 01:08:34 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT - 2

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

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THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT



Part 2



by



G. Cutter



After Karl left me to make his way home I had some thoughts regarding my
Prince Coco Project as I called it. Little Jimmy would make a far better
manservant that the rather skinny and lanky Simon. That didn't mean to say
I didn't want to dally with Simon, take some pictures and then take his
body and eventually get him with Karl in some meaty dirties but that was
way into the future. Prince Coco and the solo pinup type CDs were the
priority and from what I'd seen of Jimmy he'd fit the bill. He was younger
than Karl, shorter... more fitting the actual images I was trying to ape
than Simon. Simon was a project all on his own, getting him and Karl to
perform for my pleasure and maybe profit was for the future. I'd let Karl
lead on that one but tell him I was going for him and Jimmy as the main
stars of my little project. The hard bit would be getting Karl to shave his
head and get rid of his pubics but that was another one for the future and
doubtless it would cost me in cold cash. Karl was pretty willing but a
total shave was a step beyond willing. Jimmy could keep his hair but I'd
like him smooth down below to look younger, anyway two smoothies who looked
a lot younger than they actually were in one or more compromising
situations got the dribble glands going.

I slept well and scurried over to Karl's stall to give him the brief on my
changed plans. He got slightly uptight when he realised Simon had lost his
starring role but I calmed him down assuring him that he could press on
with his personal seduction and I'd help out any way I could. I still
fancied Simon for a model and I think on that front and with Karl around
one thing would lead to another.

Jimmy was my problem and later I'd eat in the chippy and suss out the lie
of the land for a late evening delivery and take it from there. Directly
after my lunch I needed to be on station for Karl bringing Simon up and
later on when they were up in the West End on their picture run I'd have
Jimmy to tackle if all went well. For the time being I gave my pal in Lewes
a bell and told him that I had three models I thought good enough for three
solo CDs and what he suggested was that I send pictures of Jimmy and Simon
down to him for a second opinion, he'd already gone bananas for Karl and
wanted me to take him down for a weekend of photography with his own
boys. The problem was that Karl had this fixation about not properly
overnighting until he was sixteen, maybe he was a nervous nellie or just
playing safe. Who knows? I wasn't going to hassle him, I'd rather collect
some good karma by helping him out with Simon and then with Jimmy. Virtue
has it's own reward or so they say and getting inside Karl's body was my
usual little prize.

I had an early lunch in the chippy which served meals as well as takeaways,
Jimmy had just come in and was serving table and gave me a cheerful grin as
he laid the plate and cutlery on the table. 'How goes it, Mr Cope?'

'Fine, Jimmy. Peter's the name, or Pete,' I told him.

'Tea, coffee, cold drink?'

'Tea in five minutes, please.'

In a litttle while he served me a mug of tea and as it was quiet as far as
the table trade was concerned he sat opposite with a can of
something. 'Gonna be a hot day,' he remarked.

'Yeah,' I looked at him. 'I was going to ask something...'

'Go on then,' he laughed.

'Can you drop me off a supper around eight, or whenever you finish?'

'Yeah, no probs... that will be around half seven though.'

'Even better.'

'The usual, cod and chips.'

'No, I'll splash out. Rock and chips. Add a supper for yourself if you
fancy earting with me. I'll give you a tour of the studio.'

'Mmm...' he gave me a calculating look as if making a decision and I
realised I was moving on him a little fast. 'Karl must be away tonight.' I
suppose I could have taken offence at what was a rather presumptious remark
but I didn't. I was finding him more and more attractive, in fact, I was
getting the hots... Karl would be most amused. 'Yeah, why not?' He seemed
to make a decision. 'You can show me around but after we've ate, there's
nothing worse than cold fish and chips.'

'Agreed,' I grinned. 'And Karl is up the West End chasing up some film he
and his pals want to see.'

'Figures,' he said dryly and stood to return to his duties. 'Seven thirty
and Frank will add two suppers to your bill.'

I just nodded and sipped my tea. I'd scored...  well, nearly.

I wandered back to the studio passing the stalls where Simon and Karl both
seemed to be winding down, they were handing their cash satchels over to
older men so I suppose that indicated the end of their shift. I needed to
get in gear for their visit remembering that Karl was leading and I was
doing the follow up bit, the cheerful corruptor's assistant. One dark, one
fair and similar sized, they'd make a good pair in front of the camera but
little Jimmy would make a much better manservant in my project, he was
shorter and more boyish than Simon. I'd convinced myself and maybe a bit of
a lust for Jimmy helped.

Round about one o'clcock the buzzer went and I looked in the little screen
to see Karl and Simon pulling faces upto the camera so I buzzed them up and
waited for the clatter of horses coming up. Two boys? They sounded like a
herd of elephants but Karl burst in as usual followed by the more reserved
Simon and I got them sat down and produced their lifeline, Cokes.

'Brill pix,' Simon's eyes were all over the place. 'You do weddings as
well?'

'Weddings, christenings, family pets... anything that turns a few coins.'

'He's loaded,' Karl scoffed. 'Petey boy works 24/7.'

'I might be here 24/7, I don't actually work all that time.'

'That's for sure,' Karl gave a rather dirty snigger and Simon
grinned. Trust Karl to lower the tone. 'I told Simon about our hundred to a
disc venture,' he grinned obviously expecting me to react. I took a moment
before I cottoned on to what he was talking about.

'Oh, yeah,' I tried to organise my thoughts. I looked at Simon who was
craning his head trying to see a gaggle of boys in underwear. 'Have a look
around, Simon.'

'Cheers,' he stood and still sipping his drink wandered around the office
studying my framed stuff. It was all 'safe' and mostly a selection of my
boy catalogue models, a couple of weddings and some animals in cute poses
(yeuch). 'You're bloody good,' he grinned and I grinned back. Natch, who
doesn't like compliments?

'Jeez, get a room,' Karl laughed.

'Depends who with,' Simon came back quicker than quick. Karl looked at me
and pulled a face. 'Karl said you had a proposition?' He returned to his
seat. I'd got hold of the wrong end of the stick with this kid, he may have
been nervous but he was putting up a good front, mind you, he was gaining
courage from Karl I suppose. I doubt he would have been so brave on his
own.

'Flash up the computer and put 'Darren's Holiday' on, Karl.'

Karl went over and did the business and the screen appeared covered in
pictures of one of my old favourites. As an aside and going by registartion
plates on the cars the model in question was probably around thirty now but
around the thirteen mark at the time of the pictures, the collection was
that old. I waved Simon over and he almost leapt up to scan the monitor as
Karl scrolled down.

'Now Florian,' I ordered. Florian was very popular and marketed by my pal
down in Lewes and most of this particular CD were of him in underwear
sprawling around a studio and then on a bed.

'Jeez, that's a lot of pictures,' Simon muttered. 'Nice though,' he ogled
Florian who was very much into sly smiles and slightly titillating or
provocative poses. Simon looked at me and blushed slightly.

I rested my hand on Karl's shoulder and felt the warmth of his firm
flesh. 'These CDs obviously earn the model posing fees and then earn the
Studio money when they sell the finished products.'

'And he wants you to join the stable,' Karl had to jump the gun.

'Stable?' Simon looked puzzled.

'What he means is that I've decided to produce my own discs with Karl as my
first model and I was after recruiting you and little Jim from the chippy
as a number three. The first disc for the three of you a mix of swimwear,
underwear and sportswear using Studio One and Two. Then later maybe some
doubles and certainly outdoor stuff.'

'What sort of money we talking about?' Simon asked going straight for the
throat.

'As agreed,' I looked at him. 'Based on ten pound an hour... I'll make an
offer, it depends.'

'Sounds confusing,' Simon smiled although a little nervously still but it
was early days. 'What now... we've got to make a move in an hour or so,' he
looked at Karl for confirmation.

'I'd like to do a few of you in panties and maybe a couple with you and
Karl doing some chummy ones.'

'How chummy?'

'Don't worry,' Karl laughed. 'Pete doesn't do porn... at least I don't
think he does.'

'That's for me to know and you to find out,' I laughed. That would give
them something to think about.

'OK, I'll have a go,' Simon suddenly announced and I smiled
encouragingly. The first hurdle was over now it was all down to Karl rather
than myself.

'Karl, if you act as dresser and find Simon some nice briefs of a nice pair
or speedos, you can do your couple with just your shirt off.'

'H'OK, Boss,' he went into the first studio tailed by Simon and I heard
them giggling as Karl got things sorted out. I gave them a bit of time as I
did want the pictures but I wanted Karl to progress his little plot for
what it was worth.

'Gerroff,' Simon squealed and I assumed the undressing had begun. I picked
up my working camera and checked it out and walked to the door.

In the Studio Simon was lounging in a pair of bright red speedos clearly
made for a boy much smaller, given that he was showing bulky, far bulkier
than I expected and Karl was standing there with a smug grin on his face. I
think my junior partner had got his flash and from the giggling maybe a
feel front or back. Simon was looking a bit flushed but I got him sat on a
tall kitchen stool and gave him time to relax.

''Open your legs, Simon. Show us the assets.'

He opened his legs and tried to decide where to put his hands. In the end
we got there and I snapped a couple of rubbish poses and then moved on for
some closeups. He was a fuckin' vision and that's not to put Karl
down. They were both beauties in their own way. I had called Simon lanky
but he wasn't, he just wasn't as well built as my little tough guy,
Karl. His skin was flawless, not a scar, mole or birthmark to be seen. His
longish blond hair was in no particular style, just scruffy and I was
determined to get him to a barber before any quality shots... just for a
tidy you understand.

'Turn around and lean on the stool... a couple of bottom shots.' I ordered.

'Cheeky,' he giggled but turned and assumed the position. To the right Karl
rolled his eyes up demonstrating lust I imagine.

'Relax your bum, you look like you're trying to keep Karl out.'

'I am,' he giggled again but his cheeks filled out as he relaxed his pose.

'Thanks for that,' Karl growled as he wandered around keeping out of the
way.

'You know you want it,' Simon retorted cheekily and Karl flashed me a
smile. Things were looking up. Then again, the blond boy had a beautiful
bum, a real ten year old's bottom on a fourteen year old's body and his
front dangly bit, that was something for later and I think Karl was going
to get to it before the day was out.

'How old's Jimmy by the way, anyone know?'

'Fourteen,' Simon spoke. 'He's in my class at school.'

'Peter fancies him,' Karl had to say it. I flashed him a murderous look but
he blithely smiled back and Simon laughed.

'He's easy,' he said rather surprisingly.'

I didn't have to say anything, Karl jumped in as usual. 'How do you know,
Sy?'

'I know lot's,' Simon grinned and turned around when I told him.

'Shirt off and jeans if you want,' I looked at Karl and he smiled
back. What would he do. I might have known, he tugged his shirt off and
promptly dropped his jeans standing there in his skimpies which I seemed to
recognise as part of my posing gear collection. He moved into Simon and
draped an arm around the blond's shoulder. Simon tried to pull away but he
had no chance, Karl was a strong little bugger and Simon gave in smirking
at Karl who was the slightly shorter boy.

'Just a couple, strike some poses,' I asked and yet again Karl took the
lead. He wrapped his arms around Simon and backed the taller boy to the
camera placing one hand on each cheek. I heard Simon mutter something and
Karl chuckled. 'Turn it around, kids,' They did and the pose was exactly
the same only the skin colour differed. Simon's hands were firmly clasping
Karl's tight buttocks. 'OK, that'll do.'

I pretended not to perv them as they parted but I did to be rewarded by the
sight of two teenagers in tight briefs and both semi erect at the very
least. The belly to belly pose had done the trick. 'Use the other room if
you want to,' I spoke to Karl as Simon just looked plain embarassed.

Karl looked at me, looked at Simon and then took his pal's hand. 'Come on,'
he croaked. It was one of those nubs, a crux or whatever you call it but
Simon hestiated for only a moment and then allowed himself to be dragged
into the other studio, I left them to it. Boys will be boys after all and
Karl and I had a pact. What he got, I got as seconds and vice versa... I
couldn't wait.

I sat in the office and plugged the camera into my PC and had a look at
them on my 19 inch monitor. Just to be flash I had the next size up but
couldn't get used to it. The 19 was just right. Anyway, in glorious
technicolour they weren't bad. In fact, they were bloody good and from the
shape and outline Simon was no midget in the meat department. He must have
been around the same size as Karl penis-wise and I wondered how they were
getting on but that was Karl's problem right now. There's been no hollering
and shrieking so things must be alright.

I relaxed with a cup of tea going through the pictures. A couple of duff
ones but in the main good enough to post down to Lewes for an opinion
although I'd made my mind up. If he was willing, blond Simon was my second
star. It just left Jimmy and if things went well I might get a sighting of
him tonight. If not there were other boys around but I had the hots for
young Jim, that was the main thing. I know he was a mini lout but he was so
cuddly I got hard thinking about what he'd be like naked or even semi
naked.

'Daydreaming,' Karl observed as he came into the office fully dressed with
Simon looking rather sheepish following on.

'Alright lads?'

'Yeah, I sucked him dry,' Karl grinned.

'Aw... Jesus' Simon wailed and went bright red.

'Well, I did,' Karl insisted. 'Wanna Coke?'

'How were the pictures?' Simon asked nervously keeping clear water between
him and Karl. I had a mental giggle, Karl had said it all, he'd scored and
unless Simon had a change of heart things would progress from here on.

'Fine. Well, better than that... good,' I moved over and clicked the mouse,
the screensaver faded and the thumbnails appeared. 'You know how to
enlarge?'

'Yeah,' Simon plonked himself down on the swivel and Karl looked over his
shoulder.

'Christ, you look so suckable,' Karl babbled and squeezed Simon's shoulder.

'Shurrup,' Simon giggled. 'You done that already,' he flashed me a glance
over his shoulder and quickly turned back to the screen.

'Here you and Simon have something to eat and a drink later,' I handed Karl
a score.

'Nah,' Karl tried to hand it back. 'I got paid on the stall anyway.'

'Keep it. I want a yes or no from both you and Simon on my CD project
before the end of the week.'

'I'm OK, you know that.' Karl grinned.

'I'll have a go,' Simon looked at me again. 'I'm pretty tasty,' he grinned.

'You are,' I agreed which got me an old fashioned look or that's what they
used to call it. No doubt Karl would put him in the picture later. Karl was
clearly pressing his own agenda but trying to keep me in the picture as
well to get all complicated over a straight seduction.  'I've got Jim
coming up with a late supper around half seven and I'm going to ask him to
be the third star.'

'Really?' Simon smiled.

'Why not, he's a local boy and then I'll have three models with totally
different looks... dead handy for going out into the country for outside
shots. Even going down to Lewes to meet my mates and have a look at his set
up.'

'Great,' Simon grinned. Karl didn't say anything, he just nodded, he'd
heard it all before.

'Come on, Sweetnuts,' Karl finally stood. 'We need to make a move.'

'Shurrup,' Simon snarled but failed to blush this time. He got to his feet
and wished me luck with Jim which I could take whichever way I wished and
after a rowdy farewell they were on their way. I did get a promise to do
some more solos on the coming Saturday and I was done.  It was tidy up
time, a time to zip the pictures and EMail them to Lewes and maybe have an
afternoon nap. I had a quiet week and an even quieter weekend so I could
press on with my pet projects... first in my sights was Jim's evening
call. I was on my own there so it was a matter of fingers crossed and just
hoping he was as free and easy as Karl had said.

I flopped out up in my flat and dozed for a couple of hours getting up just
after six and having a nice shower. Downstairs in the office I opened my
EMails to find some enquiries, an itinery for further calalogue work which
I'd been waiting for and last but not least a message from Lewes. 'Karl as
always dishy. Simon perfecto... try some nudes'. I smiled, all was well and
I was on my way. Two CDs more or less confirmed or endorsed would be a
better word and now for Jim, Jimbo or Jimmy... I'd have to ask him which he
preferred.

The evening was warm and I opened the casement windows to let a breeze
through the place. The market was running late and I sat there just
watching the activity below. I saw Jim come out of the chippy with a
carrier bag and ducked back in before he saw me. I didn't want to seem too
keen and I wondered if Karl had done as asked, I'd completely forgotten to
ask him. I realise I've got this bit arse about face but what I had done
was to ask Karl to mention posing to Jim, just gently, nothing
heavy. Still, no matter, the buzzer sounded off and I did my usual once I
heard Jim's feet on the stairs I switched the system off... no
interruptions tonight, thank you very much.

He came into the office seeming completely at ease and just stood there
with a slight smile on his face. 'Where we eating, Peter?' I thought that
was a pretty dumb question as I'd laid a cloth and cutlery on my office
table after putting everything else on the floor but I've got to come
straight and admit I fancied his body not his brain.

'Here'll do. We can eat from the wrapping, it saves washing up.'

'I'll vote for that,' he got out the two packets and a large sized Pepsi
instead of Cokes but no matter, I preferred Pepsi anyway. 'Rock for you and
cod for me,' he handed my packet over and we sat to eat. We ate in
companionable silence for a while and he ate like a wolf as a matter of
complete disinterest. It wasn't until we both sat back with bloated bellies
that he spoke again. 'Karl said you might have a proposition for me.' He
gave a slight smile but seemed willing enough.

'Yeah, I have.' For once I was a bit flustered, Karl could have said
anything, I wouldn't have put it past him to tell the kid I fancied his
arse.

'Posing,' Karl said,' he prompted at me and smiled seeming to sense my
nervousness. 'And whatnot.'

'Whatnot?'

'Yeah,' he laughed. 'Whatever goes with the modelling.'

Now I was completely lost. What had that idiot Karl said and what hadn't
he? Jim seemed to find the situation amusing but then again it was the end
of his day and he didn't seem too worried about being alone with me, as
I've said, he seemed totally self confident for a bloody fourteen year old
schoolkid.

I went for the speech. 'I want three models to do a lot of solo posing for
me of the pinup type. I need around a hundred pictures at least and have
two of my main line models already, Karl and Simon. Are you interested? Oh,
yeah. I do pay modelling fees.' There you go, it all sounded a bit lame but
I'd managed to get it out.

'Yeah, that's what Karl said roughly,' he took a sip at his Pepsi. 'He said
you had some typical stuff on your computer...'

'I have. In fact I did some of Karl and Simon lunchtime just as Simon's
debut sorta thing.'

'Nudes?' He asked casually standing behind me as I flashed up the computer.

'Not for these discs,' I answered just as casually and patted the swivel
for him to sit down which he did.

'Don't you do nudes? I thought all photographers did nudes.'

'I only do them privately.' I answered a bit shortly but he wouldn't let
go.

'Bet you've done some of Karl.'

'I bet I have,' I laughed and pulling up one of the dining chairs sat
alongside him and showed him Karl's master file and these were all decent,
basically catalogue shots with a few light and shadow efforts. I then
showed him the ones of Simon and then Simon and Karl mucking around.

'Dirty girls,' he giggled. 'They've got hardons or nearly hardons,' he
focussed on the final shot and he was right.

'Boys will be boys,' I answered tritely and moved in closer until our knees
were touching.

'Yeah,' he croaked. 'What about Karly in his birthday suit?'

I got the memory stick out which was Karl's personal stuff and did the
click bit opening up the first file. 'Karl Art,' I whispered watching him
closely albeit from the side for any reaction.

'Wow,' he ogled as I enlarged each small picture and then showed him how to
do it.

'You can enlage them if you get the picture full size and then click the
plus on the bottom row there,' I pointed out what I was talking
about. Naturally enough he did a couple of blowups and these were full
frontals. He seemed entranced by Karl's equipment, it seemed Karl had
another fan and boded well for my Prince Coco scenario.

'He's big for a fifteen year old,' he muttered. 'He's nearly hard in that
one... betcha got some of Karly really, really hard,' he gave me a sideways
glance.

'I might have,' I seized the chance. 'Mind you if I showed you he'd want to
see some sort of return.'

What? Me nude?' He giggled and opened his legs slightly easing himself and
I suppose it was then I knew I was on a winner. God, kids do like to see
themselves on the silver screen or monitors nowadays.

'Yeah, why not. If you work with Karl and Simon you're bound to see them in
the bollocky buff sooner or later.'

'Well, we're all mates sorta thing,' he grinned. 'Come on show me Karl with
a stiffy and you can take a couple of me for fun.'

An offer I couldn't refuse and I went to the final file. No studio here or
even the 'exotic' studio, these were Karl in my bed. I clicked File Five
and let him loose.

'There's loads,' he squealed and started rooting through them until he
found a couple he liked. 'He's wanking,' he hissed. 'Who's bed is he in?'
He asked.

'Guess.'

'Should have known,' he laughed quite happy that in a mere half an hour or
so we'd gone from more or less strangers to sharing nudes and porny nudes
of another boy just like that. 'Hey...'

'What?'

'Is that what I think it is?' He enlarged the picture in question and then
again. 'Dirty bugger ,' he peered at the picture. 'He's cum all over his
belly... in your bed as well,' he cackled.

'Yeah... one of those nights,' I sighed trying to sound casual and failing
miserably.

'Good pictures,' he stretched back moving the swivel and glancing down I
could see the bulge in his faded jeans. 'You said the posing was sorta
solo. No teaming up in pairs or anything .'

'Oh yeah but the singles first and the pairs later, when you get to know
each other better.'

'Could be fun,' he grinned and gave just the slighest of pelvic thrusts to
make sure that I saw his package. I had him now and there was no hurry.

'Well, if you like Karl and you like Simon, the sky's the limit.'

'Well, I like you as well,' he faced me and gave me a broad smile. 'You
gotta get on with the govenor after all.'

'You don't have to.' I gave him a last chance.

'What if I want to?' He murmured.

'How long can you stay?'

'At last,' he laughed gleefully and spun the swivel full circle and
returned to face me. His hardness wasn't all that obvious but it was there,
the heavy material of his jeans must have kept it in check. 'You inviting
me to stay?'

'Yeah, I am.'

'I could stay the night,' he said coyly like a little girl. 'Unless you're
expecting Karl back.'

'Karl doesn't overnight here... yet.'

'He over-afternoons though,' he giggled again. 'You haven't answered the
question... you want to play around or get married for a night.'

'I'd like to get married for the night but how much will it cost me?' There
you go, I'd finally got around to being blunt at long last.

'Won't cost you anything,' he grinned and stood with his jean clad groin
level with my eyes. 'I only charge wankers and if you're going to put me
onto Karl and Simon that makes you family just about.'

'Good,' I reached around and clasped his jean clad bottom pulling his groin
to my face. I could feel the heat from his crotch and the hardness within.

'Fancy a drink?' I know, he was underage but this was the UK in the twenty
first century and all the stall kids liked the odd drink here and there, it
made them feel grownup. At least the 'market boys' as they were known
collectively didn't run in a pack like feral kids on some of the sink
estates, they worked, they eared some money and they spent it on silly
things as kids do.

'Something stronger than Pepsi,' he grinned and pressed himself into my
face as I nuzzled at him.

'WKDs?'

'Brill.'

I grabbed my camera and took him upstairs, as far as I was concerned he was
primed and ready for action. The chat had been a bit cumbersone but we'd
got there in the end. 'Do you know a Denis Wheeler, I think he's fourteen
or fifteen?'

'A blond kid,' he said. 'He's thirteen as it happens and in the class below
Simon and myself. Why?'

'His dad phoned up and put him up for the evening cleaning job I
advertised. Light work, blah, blah. Two hours a night and all the usual.' I
led Jim into my kitchen and sorted him out a drink just to relax you
understand.

'Didn't know you were advertising,' Jim remarked.

'Yeah, I got pissed off running around with a hoover and dusters at the end
of each day. I advertised and this Wheeler guy phoned up and fronted up his
son.'

'Wheeler runs the newsagent right down the other end of the Northcote so
Denis won't have far to come. I dunno how long he'll last with you though.'

'Why's that?'

'Cos he's a bloody dish that's why. He's fucking gorgeous and half my class
have been trying to get inside his knickers. I think he has a buddy, a
close buddy if you know what I mean.'

'Ah,' I smiled down at him as he sat at the kitchen table. 'Something to
ogle but not to touch maybe.'

'You're right there,' he grinned and took a long swig at the blue
bottle. 'Love this stuff... it relaxes me.'

'Good,' I stood behind him and placing my hands on his shoulders bent over
and brushed my lips across his smooth cheek. To my delight he turned his
head slightly and as I kissed him lightly on the lips, he responded with a
feather light kiss. We were on our way.

'Nice,' he whispered and I felt his hand slip up the inside of my leg and
cup my balls. 'Nicer,' he giggled.

'Come on, lets see what you've got ,' I waggled the camera and then
uncapped a bottle for him to take to my bedroom.

'A hardon is what I've got,' he laughed and clutching his bottle followed
me. Once again his self confidence struck me, he just wasn't worried. he
seemed eager to be getting on with it. A true professional I thought
considering the rigmarole I went through with Karl. Mind you, Karl was
worth the long chase, Karl was my lover, Jim was just a bit of an adventure
and Jim like the others had his own agenda. It was beginning to look like
they all wanted each other in varying degrees and my place was where it was
going to happen. I was beginning to feel like a Fagin or maybe an Eminence
Gris behind the scenes manipulating everyone. The trouble was with this lot
I wasn't too sure who was manipulating or using who or is it whom?. Come to
think of it, I didn't really care, I liked boys around me and now I had
them.

I had long term projects in mind and if their first CDs were
popular... Well, Jo in Lewes had said that he'd had Anthony and his younger
brother for two years now and they were both going strong. In fact,
Anthony, the oldest of the bunch now acted as an assistant full time, he
drove, he recruited and he took pictures... and reading between the lines
he seemed to be Jo's regular boyfriend.

'How do you want me to do it?' Jim grinned quite happily and peered through
the curtains onto the market below. 'Those stalls leave a right mess,' he
commented.

'Maybe a couple of you in your underwear by the window, a couple in the bed
with underwear again and then a bit of a striptease and then we'll play it
by ear.'

'We'll snuggle you mean,' he grinned and putting the bottle down started to
tug his shirt off. 'Woops, gotta make a phone call.'

'Go on,' I pointed to the phone by the bed. 'I'll leave you to it.'

'No matter.' He sat on the edge of the bed and made his call. It was so
easy. He told his mother he was staying overnight with a pal called Sam and
that was it. No questions from the other end and no hassle. Just one curt
message and he put the phone down, a pretty weird family even by today's
standards but at least he'd set their minds at rest. 'All done,' he
exclaimed brightly and tugged his trainers and socks of. 'Ta da, da da,' he
made a trumpeting noise and slowly peeled his jeans down and stood bare
legged and then tugged his shirt off. He was indeed gorgeous, slim and
nicely tanned and all boy. I noticed the bulge in his briefs, I could
hardly miss it and he was a big little lad, exceptionally big I should add
and when he did a one eighty I nearly went into instant dribble at the
sight of his tight little bottom contained within the the thin cotton
briefs. 'You like?' He assumed a muscle man pose.

'Very much,' I smiled. 'Look sensual for me.'

'How do I do that, waggle it?'

'No... sensual, not sexy. Look smouldering, look like you've just had it or
just going to have it.'

'Just going to have it,' he smiled and then did the look and he was damn
good.

'Hands flat on belly, fingers splayed and just touching. Shoulders slumped,
a little smile and push your hips out... sorta "take me I'm yours" pose.'

'OK,' he did it and threw is a smouldering or sultry look,he was a quick
learner and a photographer's dream. From there we went onto the bed and I
did a few of him hooking the waistband of his briefs down displaying his
dark fuzz and then a gradual removal. I was right about his boyhood, a year
younger than Karl but he was his equal in size which made him physically
larger than the much taller Simon. This little boy was almost manlike where
it counter. His scrotum was hairless but his pubics were in a tight nest
and almost black against his hair which was a mid brown tending towards the
dark which went with his skin colouring which I suppose I'd call sallow
although that never sounds very nice. Nice to look at but not nice to say,
odd word.

I took a couple of him laying there nude and got him to turn over and took
a couple of his beautiful bum and then lost it. I put my camera down and
knelt on the bed and kissed his flawless bottom. 'Boootiful.'

'About time,' he rolled over. 'You're kissing the wrong bit... for the
moment,' he made a little pelvic thrust and I held his warm hardness and
nuzzled at his smoothy scrotum and then took his quite meaty eggs into my
mouth gently letting them slip from one side to the other. 'That's better,'
he sighed. 'Get undressed, I wanna see what Karl's so hot about.' I let
that go although the comment gave my ego a bit of a boost.

'It's nearly dark,' I said drawing the curtains and dimming the
lights. 'Music?'

'Go on,' he grinned and did a sexy squirm on the bed. 'Romance me.'

I put on a Dido CD which I normally consider music to commit suicide by but
I like it and he sighed and stretched out on the bed like a cat... a
schooly pussy with a very big dick for his age and size. I quickly shed my
clothing and fully naked knelt on the bed by him and slowly lay with him
taking his warm body into my arms. 'Romantic,' I whispered and kissed him
on the lips this time fully and passionately. He returned it with
animalistic passion forcing his flickering tongue into my mouth and rubbing
his hardness against mine as we moved belly to belly.

'Now this is romantic,' he husked as he wrapped his thin legs around me and
humped his boyhood against my groin. We must have both been on heat as we
were both as hard as rocks and I could feel the smear of precum as we dry
shagged against each other. 'You've got a nice arse,' he muttered less than
romantically as he handled my buttocks binding us in together even more
tightly.

'Mmmm...' I didn't bother answering him I just rolled him onto his side and
shuffled him around in the bed so that we were nose to tail. Getting
comfortable I suckled on his belly and took a couple of quick swipes of his
jerking hardness with my tongue. He grasped mine and matched me step for
step and when I sank my mouth over his twitching cock he swallowed my glans
and sucked on it like a lolly.

He wasn't as good at a blow as Karl but Karl knew me and he knew what I
liked, at least Jim was trying and I gave him my best shot taking him right
down my throat until my nose was in his crisp pubes. He moaned and pumped
away still sucking me and getting more and more of my cock down his
throat. I think he was trying to deepthroat but I let him get on with it, I
was more interested in tasting his boy spunk for the very first time and
then taking his tight little bum. I was pretty certain he'd want a go at me
later but I didn't care, if I could handle Karl I could handle Jim.

'Try it this way,' Jim finally struggled free and manhandled me to laying
flat on the bed with my head on the pillows. I went with it just to see
what he had in mind. He knelt astride my chest and poked his fully engorged
erection at my face with it's swollen glans gleaming. He gave my own
hardness a few rubs with his bottom and I realised what he had in
mind. 'Got any starters?'

I handed the tube from under the pillow and as he fed his cock into my
mouth he uncapped the blue tube and I felt him reach under himself very
obviously annointing his ring. He continued to fuck my face and then
reached back giving the end of my jerking cock a swift swipe with the clear
gel, after that he moved faster in my mouth and went for his climax.  I
suppose the style was a little different to Karl's but the end result was
the same.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' Jim chanted as he moved faster. I jiggled his ballsac
and it was tight and hard upto his groin. 'I'm cuming...' he wailed and my
mouth was suddenly full of his sweet slime. He gasped and pulled free
before he choked me and another splat squirted across my face as I brought
his jerking cock down to my lips and greedily sucked the remainder of his
tasty boy juice. He fell on me as I then clasped his smooth and slightly
sweaty buttocks. 'Whew... that was wicked,' he said and bent to kiss me as
he did his bottom moved down and brushed against my pre-oiled hardon. 'Hold
it steady,' he muttered.

I did as he asked although I thought he might call it off half way but he
didn't. He located his ring on my glans and screwing his eyes shut dropped
suddenly. This time I gasped as I felt his tight ring on my cock's end and
then it was around me as he took me in, in a sudden jerk.

'Jesus,' he moaned but didn't give up. As I held his hips steady he began
to move up and down absorbing more and more of me as he lowered his
body. He was determined and I saw tears at the corner of his eyes but he
wouldn't give up as my big dick filled his tiny hole. 'Yeah...' he sighed
and grinned down at me. 'Your turn,' he squeezed on me with a manic grin
and I started to fuck upwards into his delicious heat and tightness. We got
there in the end and his soft bottom settled on my groin and crushed into
my pubics but he had said it was my turn. Keeping deep inside him I rolled
us onto our sides making him yelp and then rolled again so that he was
under me and I was now pinning him to the bed with my swollen and very hard
cock.

'That's better,' I ducked my head to kiss and we maintained the tongue on
tongue as I started to move inside his hot gut.

'Yeah, yeah,' he started again. 'Harder, Pete.'

I still kept it slow but pulled out most of my length before sliding it
back into the hilt and he went mad, squirming and tugging on my body to
keep me in. Amazingly enough he'd gained an instant hardon himself and was
wanking furiously as I rammed and shafted into his soft pussy.

'Oooh, love that big cock,' he slurred and stared into my eyes. 'Fuck me
hard, Pete. Fuck me senseless.' Great, apart from a blinding fuck he was a
dirty talker as well... ah well, it takes all sorts and I was happy to
obey. I absolutely hammered the arse off him and he loved it. His legs
clamped around me and his arms went around my neck as I shagged my heart
out.

In the end I was sliding in and out of his battered boy pussy like a well
oiled steel piston and when I cum it was a better than average let's put it
that way. As I jerked and throbbed inside him he moaned and crushed me with
his legs as I voided an enormous spunk deep into his gut. Right at the
endgame I was drawing it out of him and my cum finished as a mess between
my pubics and his tautly stretched ring. As I slipped free I watched as his
gaping hole slowly closed. I slipped his legs off my back but kept them
bent so that his knees were up and his feet flat on the bed. He gently
ruffled my hair as I removed his hand from his cock and took it into my
mouth again.

It took time and in the end he was knackered but before he gave me a
satisfied grin he'd cum again a few warm splashes into my mouth but he was
happy with himself.

'Dirty boy,' he smiled as I kissed him trickling his own juices into his
mouth. 'I taste nice,' he giggled.

'Indeedy.'

We covered up and slept after that. I had a lot to report to Karl and hoped
he had some progress to report to me. As an afterthought, Saturday should
be fun as well.



			     To be continued.



'Jo's Boys' ... Adult/Youth Section ... 6 May 07 ... The saga of Jo at
Lewes with his boyfriend Anthony. Also pretty much a 'studio' story.


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