Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:25:17 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT - 3

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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PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
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technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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THE PRINCE COCO PROJECT



Part 3



by



G. Cutter

I was awake at the crack of dawn which was routine for me. The market boys
started getting the stalls out from their various hideaways around seven
and then they set up for trade by eight. God knows why as no one shopped
until ten o'clcock at the earliest but I think it was some sort of
tradition or habit. Bloody annoying but the one consolation was that there
was no market on a Sunday and you could have a good lie in. Unfortunately,
this wasn't a Sunday so I crept from bed leaving Jimmy snoozing away and
looked out of the window down onto the early morning activity. Karl was
more or less opposite doing his stuff and Simon was a couple of stalls
down.

I returned to bed after quickly cleaning my teeth and having a pee, I had
no intention of getting up just yet and probably not for a couple of hours,
I snuggled upto Jimmy and thought of our night together. Our first session
had been a bit frantic and rough to be blunt but the second around two in
the morning had been nice and laid back. Good sex and we both made it last,
Jimmy was a natural which is an odd thing to say but for a kid he was a
damn good bottom and a good top as well, a very versatile boy. I kissed him
on the neck under his scruffy hair and snuggled my early morning stiffy up
into his crack.

'I'm full up,' he giggled into the pillow.

'Didn't know you were awake,' I whispered reaching around him feeling for
it, sure enough his spike was spikey, he had an early morning glory as well
as I had.

'Jeez, the noise they make,' he grouched and slipped from the bed. He made
a dash for the bathroom but was back in five minutes and immediately jumped
back in and cuddled upto me. 'You gonna put in a good word to Karl and
Simon for me.'

'Of course.'

'Tell 'em... sorta diplomatically that I'd like to get it on with them
both. You know just drop some heavy hints.'

'Well, I will with Karl because we're close and I'll let him tell Sy.'

'Fair enough,' he looked at me and grinned. 'Perhaps you, me and your boy
Karl. I'll go in the middle.'

'Seven thirty tonight,' I agreed without even thinking. 'If I can't get
Karl I'll be here.'

'Great. I got up and washed my bits earlier,' he blushed a bit and lay on
his back. 'If you're interested that is.'

'Yeah.' I leant over and kissed him. He'd also used and abused my
toothbrush, I could smell the mint of the Macleans. He grabbed my neck
holding me in and we more or less took up where we'd finished up around two
in the morning. He was a healthy boy and I was a randy young man so we were
soon right back into it again.

Two slow and lazy joinings later we managed to totter from the bed into the
shower. It was good fun and we went for wheaties, boiled eggs and toast,
nothing fancy but enough to keep the body ticking over. After that Jimmy
decided he had to go home for a courtesy call as far as I could determine
and then he'd go and do his stint in the chippy. I confirmed that our
meeting with Karl was a runner for the evening and he agreed with a
smirk. I wasn't too sure how Karl was going to react but shortly after
Jimmy left I peered through the blinds and there they were in deep
conversation on Karl's stall. They parted after a short while so it seemed
Jimmy had jumped the gun and he'd done his own organising. I had to shoot
down for food later so I decided to let it go for awhile, I could check out
Karl later.

For the moment I downloaded Jimmy's pictures into a zip and EMailed them
down to Jo at Lewes and fortunately I got an instant response by phone.

Jo was over the moon and apparently so was Lorenzo, Jimmy had struck a
chord, a bell, a nerve. Anyway, he'd struck something and I reckon it was
the pictures of him rolling around on my bed that did the trick. Jo
thoroughly approved of my choice of three as superstars or my stable to be
more down to earth and that was it. I was off and running. I sat there and
drafted out a running order. for each disc. All decent, all clothed
although minimally say thirty in the studio, another thirty with different
kit, thirty in the 'Eastern' studio and then maybe ten with a companion. A
slight variation from Jo's which tended to be fifty and fifty and which
could get a bit boring. I could, of course, do some in the kitchen and
lounge just for the sake of variety. I spent some time sorting out a
running order and once I was done it was set in stone. All three the same
and the sooner started the better. I needed to get to the cash machine and
get some dosh sorted out. I had no business on other than replying to mail
and then I realised I had the boy from down the road was due for his
interview mid afternoon... bloody good job I remembered with all the other
boys coming online to grab a phrase. I must remember this one was
definitely 'no gropey' otherwise I could be in trouble. Still a cool cat
can look at a queen can't he? No suggestion there that Denis was anything
more than a schooly trying to earn a few bob on the side but one never knew
one's luck.

I popped over and saw Karl and Simon and made sure they were alright for
twelve thirty the following day for the big shoot. Karl told me once Simon
had gone to serve someone that he'd 'nearly scored' with Simon the previous
night whatever that meant and that he would be up to meet with Jimmy and
myself later on in the day. After that I popped in the fish and chip shop
and paid for the evening meals to be delivered and then went a bit down the
road for luch in a small restaurant which amazingly enough did English
meals. A bit of a one off with all the Kebab, Chinky and Curry joints
around... probably one of a dying breed I suppose. After that it was back
to the flat and studio to await Denis Wheeler my prospective part time
cleaner.

He arrived promptly at two and I fell in love. I mean it, he was a bloody
vision and I could appreciate Jimmy's remarks. This kid was eye candy with
a capital EK. I nearly fell over my own drool as he walked nervously into
the office and I sat him down by by my desk. He was fair haired, nearly
blond I suppose you'd say, regular features but so handsome, verging on
pretty but all boy all the same. He was quite tall and about the same as
Simon (I have a hell of a job with people's heights). In fact, he and Simon
could have been brothers but Simon was butcher even if a girl from what
Karl had said. Denis was dressed for school meaning that he didn't have
shorts and t-shirts on like the others, he had a white school shirt with
dark trousers although the shirt was open halfway down his chest giving a
tantalising display of smooth skin. Nothing to show crotchwise but he did
have loose trousers on and not everyone walked around half hard all the
time like my sex muppets.

'I hear you're thirteen, Denis?'

'Fourteen next week. Who told you I was thirteen?'

'Your dad did,' I smiled trying to make him feel at ease as he was clearly
uncomfortable. Maybe he thought I was going to jump his bones and the
thought had crossed my mind. 'The job...' I pressed on. 'Evening cleaning,
just hoovering and dusting, the staircase, this office, the studio there
and that one there,' I pointed out the open studio and the closed
'Eastern'. 'The kitchen and the bathroom. Two hours a night and maybe a
clean upstairs Saturday morning but that's an optional if you want an extra
score'

'Uh, uh.'

'Five nights a week at four pounds a night plus Saturday morning for the
extra twenty if you want it. You could displace Saturday to Sunday if you
have things to do, you only live down the road after all. Interested?'

'Yeah,' he nodded shyly.

'I'll show you around,' I gave him a quick tour of the two studios and
showed him the kitchen and bathroom, I didn't bother with the flat upstairs
as that was on a suck it and see basis. I'd see how he settled down
first. If he was a piss taker I'd soon get rid him although it would hurt,
he was so damned gorgeous I couldn't stop looking at him. 'I'd pay you
Friday or leave it on my desk if I'm not here.'

'Right,' he was eyeballing the panty shots of some of the catalogue boys.

'Your way into modelling,' I grinned.

'Dunno about that,' he blushed a bit.

'Two hours may not seem a lot and you might struggle for the first couple
of days but it's an easy one. For starters the place doesn't get all that
dirty, the kitchen is rarely used down here and I make sure the models
don't throw crap around.'

'Yeah, fine,' he laughed. 'I'd like to give it a go.'

'What time?' I asked. 'Five, six or later but it must be in the evening.'

'Five,' he answered after thinking about it. 'What if you're not here?'

'Easy,' I handed him a key. 'First run tonight? You can decided it you want
to do the Saturday bonus bit later on.'

'I'll do it,' he eagerly grabbed the extra work. 'Tomorrow?'

'OK, all fixed,' I stood to see him off. 'I'll see you tonight and show you
where all the stuff is and I'll look forward to seeing my workshop level a
bit tidier tomorrow.'

'You will,' he agreed with a grin and he was off. Excellent, I had a
cleaner and a dishy one at that.

I looked at my computer and wondered for a moment. I knew kids used
computers a lot at school but I'd never had a schooly running around my
studio or office unattended before. I didn't use a password now as I'd
deleted it for Karl and even my catalogue boys if they wished to view
themselves but perhaps it was time I did... then again! If Denis wanted to
peep at my boys posing why not? It might give him a few ideas, naked flesh
and all that baloney. Of course, nothing personal or even 'naughty' was on
the computer, that sort of stuff was on memory sticks. He was nice and I'd
quite happily take him on as a number four on the pinup front at least.

I could see why Jimmy said he had admirers at school and I wondered idly
who his mate was, the one Jimmy had mentioned. I'd find out, everything
comes to he who waits of so they say. It doesn't seem to work with the
local buses but there you go.

I did some paperwork and paid some bills. I had a good cash flow at the
moment so didn't begrudge that little task. A small investment on the three
boys in my 'stable' and I'd be off and running. I did a bit of costing and
decided to press on full speed. I had Karl and Jimmy up for supper although
Karl would be up first but I knew how to amuse him. Better still, I could
start on his disc, his first CD, the sooner started the sooner finished I
suppose. I also had my cleaner Denis due so I'd better keep it all decent
and above board for the evening or at least until he had gone.

I looked at the computer and wondered how much he knew about them and if
he'd be a snoop. Well, of course he would, he was a bloody teenager but I'd
set a trap. First of all I needed to chat to Jimmy, I didn't want to make a
complete cockup.

As these things happen Denis and Karl arrived at the same time and I let
Karl make coffee in the kitchen and repeated what I wanted doing to Denis
and showed him where the cleaning gear was stashed.

'Karl is doing some modelling tonight but just run the hoover around,
ignore us. Have you decided on a time Saturday?'

'Yeah, a bit of a problem there, Mr Cope. My dad wants me to do some stuff
in the morning but I could come around a bit later, midday say.'

'Yeah, fine Denis. Say twelve thirty,' I looked at him and this time he was
even sweeter, he had a grubby t-shirt on and cut off jeans pretty much the
same as Karl, he looked even tastier than he had earlier. Karl and he
clearly knew each other so there was no embarassment when Karl (being a
Christian) brought out three mugs of coffee when I'd intended only two. We
sat around my desk and chatted about the market and trade down on the
street which was always safe especially with Karl's outlook on some of his
customers. They're really love to hear what he had to say behind their
backs. In the end Denis got going and Karl gave me the old raised eyebrows.

'You want to do a block of stuff in underwear until Denis's gone,' I kept
my voice down.

'God, he's a dish,' he grinned. 'I've only seen him a few times but close
up he's a darling,' he made a lewd wanking motion with his hand. 'Suck and
fuck as you say, Mr Cope,' he added mockingly.

'Indeed,' I laughed. 'Come on, pick some knickers a size too small but
nothing too outrageous.' I raised my voice as the hoover had started
up. 'Fifteen playing around with the tall stool and fifteen rolling around
on the paper and for God's sake smile and look sexy.'

'Gotcha, Boss,' he grinned. 'Missed a bit,' he called over to Denis which
put the boy in a panic until I told him to ignore Karl. Denis must have
been trying to prove something as he was whizzing around like a bloody
tornado but it sure saved me a job... and he was good to look at.

'Hoi, you're supposed to be taking pictures of me. Bossman.'  Woops, Karl
was ready. 'Get on with your work and stop peeping,' he yelled to Denis who
red faced started pushing the hoover around like a maniac again. Well, it
was a start and I wondered how Denis was going to react tomorrow when I had
three of the boys up here. One of them had to say something out of order.

I concentrated on Karl, I couldn't sit and watch Denis for two hours much
as I may have liked. Karl had selected well, he had bright yellow briefs
and they were indeed too small but they outlined his fat cock and his tight
bottom to perfection, the canary yellow tighties set off his natural brown
skin as a bonus. He started to run through poses that we'd done in the
past. Rolling around on the backing paper wasn't one we'd done before but
he took to it well and all the time I could feel Denis' eyes on us. I
finally took Karl into the 'eastern' studio just for a final ten on the
bed, ten pictures that is.

'A couple on the bed and a couple by the window,' I resited the tripod.

'What do you reckon?' He whispered pointing through the wall, I guess he
meant Denis.

'Slowly, slowly, catchee monkey.'

'What?'

'An old empire saying, I laughed. 'Think about it... here.' I beckoned him
closer. 'Drop some very vague hints, give him a bit of the slut, don't
overdo it but plant some seeds in is mind.'

'I know where I'd rather plant some seeds,' he whispered back and kissed me
on the cheek. I hoped he was referring to me but suspect it was the
supposed virginal Denis.

'Work,' I waved him onto the bed for the last couple. 'And don't get bloody
a hardon.'

He managed to squash his thickening boyhood and I got some nice rear
enders, both relaxed and clenched. A good basis for his very own CD, all I
had now were the other two Saturday but I could do Karl in the bathroom and
kitchen then. We came out and Denis was busy in the bathroom, the kitchen
was as tidy as I needed it and I saw that he'd wiped off the surfaces and
washed the mugs so he knew what it was all about, he was on his last
lap. The job had taken him the best part of an hour and a half but he was
paid for two and he'd had a coffee on 'my' time.

'Get some Cokes and sit in the office, I'll give Denis a shout, he's just
about done.'

'Shall I change?'

'No, I want to see how he acts with you sporting a half hardon.'

'Shurrup,' he giggled but the evil thoughts were there and I could see he
was concentrating on keeping it down. As he padded to the kitchen and got
some drinks I called Denis in to join us.

'Almost done, Denis or is it Den?'

'I don't mind, Mr Cope. Most of them call me Den.'

'I'll call you Den and you call me Peter or Pete, all the others do. Sit
down and have a Coke before you finish off.'

'Cheers,' he sat and I could see he was trying hard not to ogle Karl but
Karl was sitting there in his yellow briefs well 'lumped up' as he would
call it and I had trouble keeping my eyes of his slender brown body myself.

'I might have a couple of others up here tomorrow,' I decided to warn
him. 'Mates of yours maybe, can you handle that?'

'Yeah,' he finally grinned at Karl not me I noted. 'I'll be upstairs
anyway, who are they?'

'Simon on the stalls and Jimmy who works in the chippy.'

'Ah, I know them.'

'One thing, Denis. I don't want you gossiping about who works for me and
who doesn't. You OK with that.'

'Yeah,' my dad said I had to keep my mouth shut about what I saw in here.'

'Did he?' I was a bit taken aback. God knows what Wheeler Senior thought I
was upto.

'He probably thinks we're doing porn,' Karl supplied as only he
would. Denis flushed but laughed a little.

'I like the briefs,' he said to Karl which was exactly the wrong thing to
say. My Karl was an exhibitionist and he loved his body even more than I
did. He immediately struck a Charles Atlas pose (remember him) and then
turned around repeating the performance flashing his tight little arse in
the abbreviated garment.

'Wow, you're muscular,' Denis almost drooled at my petite cabbage,that's
spoken with a French accent and means my Karl by the way.

'You wait until you see the three of us tomorrow,' Karl grinned. 'We might
give you something to look at in the flesh,' he dropped his words at the
end and Denis went as red as a tomato.

'Lay off, Karl. You're embarassing Den.'

'Sorry,' Karl sat down. 'Sorry, Denis.'

'No probs,' Denis excused himself to finish off and I could feel a change
in the air. Karl had tried a little flirt but I don't think Denis was ready
for that yet. He would be given time of that I was sure but not right
now. Maybe with three of them milling around tomorrow he might come out of
his shell a bit but we'd have to wait for that one. I said goodnight to him
shortly after that and on his way home he'd probably pass young Jimmy, I
wondered if they'd chat but sod it, if they traded gossip so be it.

'I'd like to try you and Jimmy in a sort of rehearsal for the Prince Coco
Project later on if you've got time.

'Yeah?' He grinned. 'Jimmy all over me and me nudey.'

'Yes, I'd like to see how he handles it when I ask him to suck your dick.'

'That should be a laugh,' he grinned. 'Pity I can't stay the night.'

'Pity he can't either,' I laughed. 'Still, if we play it cool tomorrow we
can split up after the picture taking and do stuff,' I glanced at
him. 'Fancy your own bed with your mate Simon?'

'Very much,' he giggled. 'We nearly did it the other night but we couldn't
find anywhere private enough. He's hot for me... and I'm bloody hot for his
pure white arse. Grrrr!'

'So be it,' I laughed.

'What's Jimmy like, is he a goer?'

'Like a rabbit, both ways.'

'Excellent.' Karl almost purred and I couldn't help but notice the big
brown one was growing. Prince Coco could be fun for my two stars at least.

It was shortly after that that Jimmy rolled up with the supper and I laid
the cloth on my desk so that we could eat civilised. I was going to take
them up into he flat but once up there nothing would get done. Well,
nothing photographically. The dry run on Coco was just that. I wanted Karl
to get used to acting a part rather than standing around like a lump and I
wanted Jimmy to get used to Karl. As easy as that. I didn't forsee any
problems but this was my first time with a pair of boys and I needed to get
clear in my head what I was after. I mentioned it to Jimmy over the meal
and he was happy enough, then again I didn't mention the fact that I was
hoping he'd get his lips around Karl.

The meal was a bit of a laugh as both boys ate like they were starving,
poor Jimmy seemed fixated on Karl who remained in his tight briefs all of
which boded well for my little experiment. After the meal and after they
cleared up I showed Jimmy the Coco 3D Sims for the first time, Karl had
already seen them more than once and sat alongside watching Jimmy for
reactions I would guess. Jimmy was most impressed and did a giggle when I
explained he had to play the servant boy.

'The difference is that I'll extend the weird brushing scene or rather I'll
replace it with you oiling Karl.'

'Oiling.' They both squealed like a pair of mice.

'A fine soluble oil and only on the final shoot, the kosher job..' I looked
at them both like a schoolmaster. 'For the final shoot I want no pubics and
Karl bald.' There I'd said it... now for the shit.

'Bald,' Karl squawked.

'You'll look sexy,' Jimmy giggled. 'Anyway, you've only got bristle
now... it'll regrow in a couple of days.'

'I'll get Derek that young barber to come up here to do it in private,' I
tempted him.

'Get Derek to do the pubics as well,' he laughed seeming to have got over
his shock.

'I'll ask.' I grinned. 'Not for a couple for weeks yet and if you do look
sexy some 'baldies' on your CD might go down well.'

'Mmmm... I suppose. You paying for this?'

'Natch.'

'OK, whenever.'

'Excellent.' I smiled. That was a major hurdle over. 'This evening I'd like
Karl to wear his gold gear and the servant take it off... do some poses as
if oiling and then I'd like to see the servant tend the Prince on the bed.'

'Just like that?' Jimmy looked uncertain.

'Just like that,.' Karl grinned and headed for my 'eastern' studio formerly
Studio Two. Jimmy followed him in and watched entranced as Karl peeled off
his skimpies and began to adorn himself with the gold belt, bangles and
cock ring. Finally as he fitted the crown Karl stood back and stuck a
pose. 'How do I look, Jimbo?'

'Bloody tasty,' Jimmy burst out. 'You'll look brill with a shiny head, the
one on your shoulders that is,' he stared very obviously at Karl's expended
penis with it's dark red end doing a little peep.

'I'm not really interested in picture taking at this stage,' I held my
camera all the same. 'But I'll take a few just to see what we get... wanna
get your stuff off Jimmy and do this thing in shorts.

'Can I put it all on?' Jimmy seemed eager to do a full dress rehearsal. He
fingered the posing pouch, the basic shorts and the baggy embroadered
tabard or waistcoat.

'Yeah, go for it.' I stepped back and rigged a tripod, I was more
interested in how they would perform on the bed but I knew it would be OK,
these two were made for each other.

Well, undressing the Prince Coco went well enough but as soon as Jimmy
started to simulate speading oil on the boy prince's body everything went
haywire. Prince Coco sprung an instant stiffy and from the state of Jimmy's
shorts so did he and they both got the giggles which is fatal when
posing. We took another Coke break whilst they calmed down and then I went
for Coco laying on the bed deflated a bit by now and servant boy Jimmy
disrobing down to pouch and kneeling at the prince's feet. The last picture
of the 3D Series had been of the servant licking the Prince's burgeoning
erection... from here on it was whatever script I wished to write.

'Shall I lick it?' Jimmy knelt between Karl's splayed legs. I got a
beautiful shot of his little bottom bisected by the thin strap of the pouch
and the knobs of his spine right upto his shoulder blades. I moved around
with a handheld and got another cracker of his face inches away and his
tongue protuding just about licking Karl's awakening dick.

'Get it nice and shiny,' I croaked feeling myself as hard as a pipe as I
moved around.

'Yeah...' Karl whispered as Jimmy's mouth descended on to his now upright
shaft. Jimmy made a job of it, tickling and teasing Karl's swollen glans
until it gleamed and starined as if it was about to burst.

'I can taste it,' Jimmy murmured sexily. 'A bit of precum,' he ducked his
head swallowing a goodly chunk of Karl's cock in one swoop.

'That's it, pictures done.' I sat the camera down and leaning over hooked
the elastic of Jimmy's pouch withdrawing it in one swift movement allowing
his own jerking cock to spring free.

'Yeah,' Karl grinned at me and began to move around on the bed under
Jimmy. Karl was smart, he knew if he spun rather than Jimmy, Jimmy's tight
little arse would still be facing towards me. I might have said earlier,
Karl was a Christian, he liked to help others and I was his boyfriend after
all.

'Oooh... Karly cock,' Jimmy reached out and pulled Karl's hips up taking my
boyfriend into his mouth as Karl in his turn raised his own head taking
Jimmy's twitching meat in. They slurped and bodies tensed as they set to on
a very sloppy and noisy sixty nine. These were kids, no finess just a need
for their partner's slippery meat and maybe a little bit of one
upmanship. Each trying to outdo each other in the suckery stakes. Karl was
the first to go, groaning and thrusting I saw him erupt into Jimmy's mouth,
at least, I saw the evidence as Jimmy gobbled and swallowed and then Karl's
slippery hardness popped free and sprayed a streamer of meaty boy spunk
over Jimmy's face.

Jimmy closed his eyes and redoubled his efforts into Karl's sucking until
he too came a lesser although still a decent spray of thickening boy juice
which Karl half swallowed and half allowed to spurt onto his jaw and
throat. I may have forgotten to mention Karl liked it messy and he revelled
in wiping his face and neck into Jimmy's belly as the younger boy rolled
about half blinded with spunk and giggling like a hysteric. In the end I
wiped their squirming bodies clean and took a few licks until they both
grabbed me and tugged me onto the bed stripping me and attacking me with
their sweet lips.

Glorious sexual confusion as Jimmy sucked and lapped at my balls and Karl
did his usual excellent work on my stiff dick. I'd been so hard watching
them perform that my cum was copious and swiftly splattered them both and
they then crawled over me kissing and wriggling. The sensation of two boys
that age willingly and without any shame romping about a bed is
incredible. Two out of three of my 'stars', all I needed now was the yummy
Simon and I'd get to see him naked at least tomorrow. Maybe even in a
threeway, better still in a fourway of split doubles. Whichever way it cut
I had my Karl and we even had another project other than Prince Coco... we
had Denis.

It was a god evening but both the boys had to go home and I spent another
solo night. The sooner I could get Karl to overnight the better but I had
to respect what he wanted and for whatever reason, that's what being a
boyfriend is all about, respecting each other's point of view... even if
you didn't happen to agree with it. Mind you, I had Jimmy and he was
footloose and fancy free, he was a player to be kind and to be unkind he
was a slut. There you go I said it and I promised myself not to put any of
my boys down, Jimmy wouldn't mind, he probably had a name for me which I
wouldn't like.

I was expecting the boys around twelve thirty and by chance Denis for his
Saturday cleaning so I had the morning free. On the dot of nine I went
around the barbers on Battersea Rise where I usually had my trims and
whatnots. I peered through the window before I went in and was lucky, young
Derek Clark was by himself. Derek was the junior of three but I'd
anticipated him getting lumbered with the opening up and I'd been
right. Oh, yeah. Derek was 'subtely' gay which is my way of describing
someone who isn't 'blatantly' gay. Derek was nineteen, he was queer but he
didn't advertise and I suspect the only people who knew were his boyfriend
and a few more.

'You're early, Peter,' he greeted me by Christian name which shows that we
weren't complete strangers.

'Hi, Del. Just a quick trim please.'

I let him get started before he started to talk about football or whatever
barbers drivel on about.

'Fancy a private job around my studio, Del?'

'What sort of job? He asked cautiously.

'To shave a skinhead or near skinhead boy bald... and polish him up.'

'You're serious?' He laughed.

'Yeah. No urgency. I just want to know I can get it done maybe one
afternoon and a price of course.'

'To spoil my lunch break, a score?' He looked at me in the mirror.

'It could be around five in the evening.'

'No probs, still a score.'

'I might have a bonus for you but this one's upto you.'

'Go on,' he buggered around with his clippers.

'The same boy and a pal will need their pubics shaving as well.'

'What?' he nearly clipped my ear off. 'What did you say?'

'I said I have a fourteen and a fifteen year old pair of boys need their
pubics removing,' I grinned into the glass.

'Jeez,' he bent to whisper in my ear. 'What happens if they perk up when
I'm shaving them.'

'Perhaps you'd like to deflate them, I'm sure they wouldn't mind but don't
charge me.'

'You gotta deal,' he laughed.

'If you feel like popping around for a cuppa over your lunchbreak come
around. I'll be working with them from twelve thirty.'

'I'll be there, I'll bring my sandwiches,' he laughed and brushed me
off. He waved my offer of a fiver away and I left him to it. Another part
of the Prince Coco Project fitted into it's place.

After that I sat in my office trying to get my head together. I had three
models who I needed to use constructively as well as the cleaner all of
whom I was paying. I'd invited the hairdresser Derek around which on
reflection I shouldn't have done but then again, I rather fancied him
anyway. At least he could stay out the night provided he wasn't too
involved with the boyfriend. Jeez, the sooner Karl was sixteen and we got
married the better.

Denis was the first to arrive and let himself in, I showed him around the
flat and told him aboput the boys and that there was the chance of him
coming across them naked or half naked and he didn't seem too concerned. If
I didn't know better I'd say he was looking forward to a bit of ogling but
that might have been my imagination. Karl, Jimmy and Simon all rolled up
together and after settling them down I decided to do another run on Karl
and then we'd split and I'd risk Karl taking Jimmy and I'd do Simon. I was
trusting Karl, he was bright enough and he knew exactly what I wanted. If
he took a load of rubbish I could always rescue the situation. I got them
briefs, swimwear and whanot sorted out and told them to change every twenty
shots for variety. I also showed them Karl's excellent session so they
could see what I wanted in content and quality. The hardest thing was for
them to relax and act natural... to look sexy but not slutty if you know
what I mean.

No sooner had I got going with Karl than the barber boi turned up so I did
a rapid rethink and started on Simon allowing Karl to take Jimmy next door
into the other studio with Derek to show him the Coco set up.

'Try the crown on and some gold, give him a show,' I instructed Karl.

The boys carted Derek off next door although he seemed a bit reluctant at
first but then from the giggles I suspected they were getting on all
right. Simon posed well for a novice and it was pretty obvious Denis who
seemed to be torn between cleaning and ogling the circus was going to take
most of the day on his task. I flashed a couple of good old 'dirty looks'
and he got the message in the end.

''Wanna do cold drinks from the upstairs fridge for one thirty? Just us,
Derek has to go back to work.'

'OK,' he grinned reluctantly dragging himself and the hoover up the stairs.

I was doing well with Simon although he like myself had an ear cocked in
the direction of the second studio although it was all quiet. I didn't want
to be nosey and burst in to see what was going on, although I suspected my
muppets were probably seducing the willing young barber. However, the small
problem was resolved by Derek coming out followed by my two stars. Derek
was looking a bit pleased with himself so I guess the lads had served him
well. He gave me a grin and sat out of the way to admire Simon as I
finished up. I'd have to chat to him later to find out what happened
although Karl would tell me all, he always did.

'What time do you finish, Derek?'

'Around five,' he'd unwrapped his sandwiches and was working his way
through them although watching everything that was going on. I'd go back to
Karl to finish his series and then intended to do Jimmy and that would be
the lot for the day.

'Pop up later if you like.' I looked at him and winked. 'I expect a boy or
two will be here... I'll be here anyway.'

'I'll be here,' Jimmy grinned.

'Simon and me as well,' Karl volunteered.

'Ah, well, an offer I can't refuse,' Derek scrunged up his wrappers and
stood. 'Got to go, the old boys will be moaning. 'I'll pop around just
after five then?'

'You're welcome,' I nodded. 'Slam the door on your way out. I don't want
anyone wandering in.' This remark, by the way, wasn't as silly as it might
sound. This was a busy market street, there were enough youngsters
wandering around just hell bent on mischief, a carelessly left open door
was a standing invitation for the lightfingered little buggers. Ali Baba
and his Fourty Thieves had nothing on the kids who frequented the Northcote
Road Market. I had thought of putting a second entry door at the top of the
stairs but that was a thought for the future.

'Drinks,' Denis shouted down the stairs from the flat. 'Shall I bring them
down?'

'Yeah, please, we're in the second studio.' I gave Karl the nod and we went
onto our 'film set' and spread outselves around. I could smell the faintest
trace of man and probably boy juices on the air which answered my question
regarding the barber and the kids. 'The Barber and the Boys', it sounded a
good title for a photoset, I'd have to remember it for future
reference. Maybe the shaving off performance could be turned into an event
all of it's own. My mind wandered as Denis came in with the cans. Hey,
hey... he must have found it warm doing his cleaning upstairs as he was
down to his cut off jeans and looked even more delicious. I noticed
everyone's eyes trained on him as if they were radar guided. He offered the
cans around and sat on the bed alongside Karl and Simon. Jimmy and myself
perched on the small chaise longue. I'd picked this thing up in an antique
shop and wasn't the most comfortable of seating but was brilliant for
posing.

A pity I still had Jimmy to complete the day's work, a rough and tumble on
the big bed with the four of them in speedos and shorts would be worth
having, especially if they got down to naked but there was small chance of
that with Denis around.

'So, are you OK with all these half naked boys jumping around, Denis.' OK,
a pretty stupid question to ask but I was more wrapped up ogling his smooth
boyish body, also bear in mind, I hadn't actually seen Simon in the
raw... that pleasure had been reserved for Karl, my boyfriend and part time
Deputy Dawg.

'Yeah,' Denis spoke without engaging his brain first. 'I can handle naked
boys OK.'

Naturally enough this classic brought gales of laughter from the three lads
and a paint blistering blush from Denis and needless to say (again) Karl
wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders until he calmed down and a
rueful grin appeared.

'Really?' Karl pressed the point.

'You know what I mean,' Denis giggled and I noticed he didn't try and pull
himself clear of Karl's loose embrace. Mind you, I was getting really
pervy, I was watching this bunch like a hawk. I knew my three stars wer
alright on the sex front and I could say what I liked with them and
basically do what I liked. With Denis, I (and they) had to be careful, he
would join in sooner or later or that's what Jimmy had said, I just didn't
want to take things too fast.

'You'll have to do some nice ones of Denis,' he's got a good face,' Karl
spoke out of the blue. 'Good legs as well,' he risked a quick stroke of
Denis' bare upper leg and Denis flinched a little but just a little.

Surprisingly Denis just shrugged, at least he hadn't said bollocks or sod
off.

'I was thinking of doing a small series of stills of Derek the barber
sorting you out,' I spoke Jimmy sitting alongside. 'Doing the actual
shaving.'

'Sounds good,' Jimmy giggled and flashed a glance at Karl. I saw Karl give
him a quick wink which more or less confirmed my suspicions of their
earlier activities but I was watching Denis, his ears were flapping like a
baby Dumbo. He wanted to know, he was a normal nosey teenager but did he
want some of the action that's what I wanted to know. I'd have to put one
of the hounds onto him and Jimmy was the nearest in age.

'How's the cleaning coming on?' I asked Denis trying to keep him in the
centre of things.

'Kitchen and barthroom done and the little passages, I'm in the sitting
room or lounge now hoovering and dusting... just leaves the bedrooms.'

'Don't worry too much about the bedrooms,' I said desperately thinking of a
plan how to get him on line. I think the best way was to let his own
curiosity lead him and designate Jimmy his mentor or whatever, Karl and
Simon obviously had other things on their minds by the way they were
performing. They were going to be begging their own space from me shortly
more specifically a bedroom.

'Jimmy, we'd better get your set finished and then we can relax a bit.'

'OK.' he hopped on the stool and we were off again. Half way through Karl
and Simon who were lurking about watching slipped away and I heard them go
upstairs. I hoped they might do some work on Denis but I suspected they
might lock themselves in the spare bedroom, the point was I had to finish
Jimmy. I polished off with a change of costume which gave me a chance to
see him in his birthday suit again and a chance ro drop a few hints.

'You'd go well with Denis but that's assuming I can get him to pose.' I
stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his boyish body and stroked his
belly as he raked around in the clothing looking for a different coloured
briefs.

'Don't get me going,' he croaked and straightened up pulling away. 'He'll
pose,' he said confidently. 'There's a boy who wants to get in on the
action. He's been walking around with a hardon all bloody afternoon.'

'I hadn't noticed.'

'You're too busy watching your boyfriend,' he giggled.

'Maybe,' I laughed. 'You need to soften a bit before you get into those. I
gave his engored penis a final squeeze as he stretched the briefs trying to
get them on.'

I finished the session with a rather bulky Jimmy but that was all to the
good. We went upstairs and sat in the lounge as Denis flitted around with a
duster and a can of polish, mind you he'd done a good job and I told him he
could finish up and go banking that he might want to hang around... the old
nosiness factor and I was right. He said he had no need to rush and that
he'd 'hang' with the others which passed me by until I realised he was
talking what he imagined was American.

'Snuggle with Jimmy,' I grinned. 'I'll make coffee.' In fact, I wanted to
see what Karl and Simon were upto but after a crafty listen at their door I
had a pretty good idea. The little grunts and subdued squeals gave the game
away. Out of fuckery I gave a tap on the door and called out that I was
making coffee if they were interested.

I suppose it was half an hour later that the boys emerged from their
bedroom and did a juvenile scamper to the bathroom, if Denis didn't know
what they'd been upto he must have been a complete moron and he wasn't
that. Jimmy made a few what you'd call a bit near the mark remarks and
Denis gave his boyish laugh. Oh, yeah... he knew what was going on all
right and seemed to be a lot more relaxed, perhaps Jimmy was good for him
and Jimmy was the nearest to him in age. I felt like an old man on the
outside looking in but I did stand a good chance with the young barber
later on in the day.

I got my final surprise of the night or rarther my penultimate surprise
when Karl and Simon got dressed after rtheir shower and announced they were
going around Simon's for the evening. I felt a bit put out, even annoyed
but there's no stopping teenagers when they get a case of the lusts and
they clearly wanted to carry on with their sex games. The only thing that
cheered me up was that Karl blatantly kissed me in front of everyone and
told me not to fret, it was unfinished business. Denis initially looked
shocked and then pretended that he hadn't seen anything. I went to see them
off downstairs and to pay them for their posing and returned to the
flat. As I came in Jimmy and Denis parted like a startled pair of
lovebirds, was Denis cracking I wondered but I had to lay the law down hard
and fast, things were getting a bit out of hand with the barber, the boy's
not so secret bedroom session and Karl's kiss was the last straw.

'I'm trusting you, Denis,' I eyeballed him and held his gaze.

'You can,' he smiled slightly and made a zipping motion across his lips. 'I
don't gossip.' He looked on the verge of saying something else but didn't.

'He's safe,' Jimmy backed him up.

'Good,' I kept my eyes on Denis who returned my gaze confidently. 'This
place is a little haven for you boys and no one wants it blabbed about.'

'I don't blab,' Denis replied shortly. 'But...'

'He wants to try some posing,' Jimmy butted in. 'I told him he'd have to
ask you first.'

'Ask me.' I put Denis to the test.

'I'd like to do some stuff with Jimmy if you'd like to take the
pictures. We don't want paying, you can have them for your personal
collection.' He reddened a little but held firm.

I grinned. That one was Jimmy inspired and maybe even instigated. Denis
wasn't that bold but Jimmy was and his game was pretty obvious. He wanted
Denis in the all together and then he wanted the boy fullstop but that
suited me fine.

'How far do you want to go, Denis?' I asked gently.

'That's upto Jimmy and yourself of course,' he stood and walked out to the
toilet.

'He fancies you as well, dummy,' Jimmy jumped over and sat by me. 'He said
he fancies getting some action and he fancies older rather than younger
meaning you.'

'You sure?'

'Twenty four carat, Jimmy grinned. 'He's got a wank buddy, he's bound to
bring him around sooner or later.'

'Right,' I pushed him away as I heard the toilet flush. We were in business
and it was earlier than I'd thought, we still had an hour and a half before
Derek the barber would show his face. 'Do you want to stay with me tonight,
I might have Derek the barber stopping over assuming he hasn't got anything
fixed.

'Using me as bait?' He giggled.

'I'm using me as well,' I laughed as Denis sat down again looking at us
both in puzzlement. 'No probs, Den. Another matter.'

'Oh,' he smiled with some relief.

'Yes, by the way,' Jimmy said. 'I can stay, I might even ask Denis to
deliver an early morning Sunday paper.'

'He's got a key,' I laughed and Denis looked thoughtful. There was more
going on in that boy's head than met the eye and I'd just given him the
perfect opportunity to break in on myself and Jimmy, maybe even Derek if he
overnighted.

'I've got to go home around half five,' Denis looked at me and then at
Jimmy. 'I'd love to stay but I promised.'

'You've got to keep your promises,' I smiled. 'Why don't you go down to my
second studio, Jimmy can sort you out some gear, a shirt as well. We can
have an hour just as an experimental run.'

'Great,' Jimmy jumped to his feet. 'Come on, Den. It's now or never.'

'Right, you're on,' Denis giggled and quickly followed his admirer or maybe
the one he admired. I didn't know which was which but it looked like I was
going to see a bit more of Denis' beautiful body and if he ran true to form
he'd be exposing all after another couple of sessions.

I followed them down a little later having given them time to get clothing
sorted out and found them both inspecting Studio Two with Jimmy expaining
what was what. Denis now had on simulated leather trousers and a similar
windcheater type of jacket, I recall it went adrift on one of my catalogue
shots and had to be returned in due course but he looked nice in it. He was
barechested and from the tightness of the trousers I suspected he was
without briefs which was a bit daring. Jimmy was still in his briefs but
looking bulkier all the while, he clearly found Denis to be a bit of a turn
on which was hardly surprising... he was.

'OK,' I sited the tripod and clipped the camera on. 'Den, you freestand by
the window and try a Marlon Brado, look butch. You, Jimmy, drape yourself
on his shoulder looking like you're in love or something.'

'He is,' Denis grinned and struck a pose with the jacket open right down to
the bottom button exposing most of his smooth belly and chest. Jimmy did
his bit resting his head on Denis' chest gazing adoringly upwards.

'Put your hand on his thig, Jim... not on his dick though.'

That got the giggles but they were such a sexy pair.

'Lay on the bed, Den. You Jim undo his jacket and just brush his belly with
your lips.'

More giggles but they got there in the end and once Denis jacket was open
Jimmy went to town. The brushing of the lips caper went straight out of the
window as he lapped at Denis' navel, kissed the wet spot and then suckled
on one coral pink nipple. Denis was lost, he was also getting hard and when
Jimmy's hand rested lightly on his lump he didn't even flinch, in fact he
grabbed Jimmy and that was it. It turned into a wrestling match and both of
them just got harder and harder.

'OK. OK.' I called them to order. 'Times running out, let's try something a
bit daring... right?'

'Right,' they both exclaimed excitedly.

'Denis lay there with just the top button of the leathers undone, the
waistband button,' I clarified making it clear what I wanted. 'Jimmy get
your hand inside and gradually push the zip down.'

'That's all,' Jimmy grinned.

'That's upto Den,' I replied and left them to it. They assumed the position
and I moved the camera close in. Jimmy's hand snaked in and moved around at
the base of Denis' smooth belly and as the zip opened so did the front of
the clothing. I saw it at last and that was a perfectly formed pale skinned
boy cock in all it's stiff glory as Jimmy exposed it to the studio light
and the eye of my camera.

'Perfecto,' Jimmy breathed and without any prompting or shame ducked his
head and kissed the exposed glans.

Denis moaned and turned away as Jimmy fumbled around opening the trousers
wider extracting the five inches of rampant boy meat. 'Noooo...' Denis
gasped but made no effort to break free, he just fixed his gaze on the far
wall and let us get on with it.

'Go on, Peter,' Jimmy whispered and pointed to Denis' swollen meat. I
didn't hestitate, I knelt on the edge of the bed and lifting the boy's hot
hardness with my finger swallowed it on one and began to suck. Jimmy knelt
up on the bed and forcing Denis head around kissed him forcefully on the
lips. A moment later Denis' arms encircled Jimmy's neck binding them
together.

This kid was so hot, I got my hands inside the trousers shucking then down
and clasped his soft fleshy little buttocks as I sucked and Jimmy
kissed. It couldn't last, Denis fucked into my mouth and gave a strangled
squawk into Jimmy's kisses and blasted off. My mouth was filled with creamy
boy spunk and he did do a lot but a split second later Jimmy was down and I
went up. Denis' eyes were closed and his chest heaving as Jimmy finished
sucking him dry and I kissed transferring the taste of cum to his sweet
lips.

That was more or less it, we played around but didn't go any further than
that, we'd shown Denis what we could do for him, now it was his turn to
repay our confidence and trust. One thing before he left to return home and
that was he gave us a promise. We were guaranteed an early Sunday morning
visit with a paper or without around nine o'clock. When he went we both
kissed him goodbye and this time there was no coyness, no blushing just a
big grin and a boyish: 'See ya.'



			     To be continued.



Will the young barber turn up at closing time?  Will Denis honour his
promise to call Sunday morning?  All this and more in Part 4.



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