Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 08:15:38 -0500 From: Paul Wilson Subject: Photogenic Jim I was 13 when I started to realize I liked looking at boys my age more than girls. I didn't assign that fact any baggage, like whether I was gay or not; I just found it intellectually interesting. I was fascinated by good looking boys in my class and at my pool, and found I had to keep from staring at their faces, their necks, their legs, and their groins. I found I daydreamed by what they might look like under their clothes. Things like whether they had pubic hair, whether they were circumcised, how big their equipment was, etc. I got to satisfy my curiosity when changing in gym class and at the pool, as I checked others out, just like most of them checked guys out, too. I wasn't a fan of boys who were over-endowed. I preferred their genitals to be in proportion to their overall size. I also wondered which ones of them masturbated (probably all of them), and how, how often, etc. I had lots of fantasies about a couple classmates, figuring they looked like they were horny all the time like I was. Several of them I caught with random boners in class, which led me to believe they were the horny ones who probably did it more than other boys. My interest led to the Internet, where I visited several chat rooms. I asked a lot of questions, and had several regulars who I chatted with about sexual things. Granted I was sure most of them were adults pretending to be boys my age, but I didn't mind, since the chats were fun and I got a lot of information. I made an interesting find one day at school. I had a casual friend named Jim, who was extremely good looking. Blond, blue eyes, high cheekbones, perfectly proportioned. I knew from gym class that he wasn't circumcised, which fascinated me because I and all of my other friends were. This particlular day we had gotten out of our last class a little late, and were rushing to get to our lockers to get rid of books we wouldn't need for homework so we could get home. In the scramble, a small envelope fell out of Jim's locker, and he rushed off without noticing. I picked it up, figuring I'd give it back to him in the morning. I just slipped it into my backpack and left. That night I went through my backpack to get the stuff I needed to do my homework, and saw the envelope. I put it aside while I did my work, not thinking about it, but when I was done and was loading my backpack again, I looked at the envelope and was curious about what was in it. So I opened it, and about 10 photographs fell out. I almost flipped when I saw what they were. They were pictures of Jim, but naked, in all kinds of poses, some with a boner, and one was a closeup of his penis, with his foresking pulled halfway back off the head. It was really exciting to see those pictures of Jim. He was one of the few boys I knew who weren't circumcised, and I was fascinated with his foreskin, which hung way over the tip of his dick. I could see the head through the foreskin, and in the pictures, when he pulled the foreskin back, the head looked much redder and more sensitive than mine. I couldn't help jacking off to them right there. And I did the same several times that weekend. On Monday I couldn't help staring at Jim whenever I was near him. I tried not to, but couldn't help it. The idea of having seen him naked in such poses was really exciting to me. I wished we had gym that day, but we didn't. I wanted to give him back the envelope, because I was sure he was worried sick about what had happened to those pictures. In the wrong hands they could be devestating to a boy. But I didn't know how I could do it without embarrassing him. And I have to admit that a part of me wanted to keep them because they turned me on so. When school let out, I was walking home as usual, and I hear a voice behind me. "Rob, wait up." I turned, and it was Jim. My heart jumped. He came up to me, and said, "Hey, I gotta talk to you." "What's up?" I asked. He hesitated and looked very nervous, but blurted out very quietly, "You found my pictures, didn't you?" It was my turn to hesitate. To answer him truthfully, I'd have to admit to looking at them and keeping them, and that meant only one thing. But I didn't want to tell him a lie, since he was obviously concerned. "Yes," I said simply. "They were pretty revealing. How'd you know I was the one who found them?" "By the way you kept staring at me all day." "Sorry about that." He looked really scared, but I smiled, and added, "I liked them, actually." Jim looked really relieved. "You won't tell anyone about them, will you?" "Naw, that's between you and me. I have them right here and was going to give them back to you, but didn't know how to do it without embarrassing you." "You said you liked them?" He asked hopefully. "Yeah," and I took my fist and did the universal up and down motion for masturbation, with a smile on my face. I thought that would take the tension out of the air, and it sure did. He laughed. "You did?" "Yeah, a couple of times." "Wow." Then there was silence. I had a lot of questions to ask him but didn't know quite where to start. So I jumped in. "How did those pictures get taken?" "Well, it's a long story. I'll tell you while we walk, if you promise you won't tell anyone." "I promise." So we started walking, and halfway through came to a small park, and went and sat on the grass far from where anyone could hear us talking. It turned out his family were nudists, and they have a favorite camp they go to about an hour from home. They'd been going since before he was born. He really liked it, and there was a cameraman who got permission from parents to take general pictures for nudist magazines, and for a small fee, he would take closeups of family members for 'family memories.' Jim's father had paid him each year to take lots of pictures of Jim and his older sister and younger brother. They had several albums in the living room for 'family memories.' "Your family albums don't have pictures like the ones I found, do they?" "Of course not. The photographer, Don, liked me, and asked a year or so ago if he could take 'more personal' pictures. I thought it was kinda fun, so I said OK. He's been doing it off and on since then.' "But some of those pictures are in your back yard." "Yeah, Don comes over to my house in the afternoon. My brother is at after-care at school until 5, when my mother picks him up on the way home from work. And my father doesn't get home until 6. My sister is in college. So we have time for taking pictures and stuff." It was the 'and stuff' that got my attention. I didn't ask, but was curious what that meant. "You want to see our family albums?" Boy, was I eager to do that. "Yeah. I've got plenty of time before I have to be home." "OK, lets go." We were at his house in just a couple of minutes. I was already half hard in anticipation of what I might see. We dropped our stuff in the front hall and he led me into the living room. "Here, take a look at these." There were four large albums. Jim lay them out on the floor, and I began looking at them. They started when he was six, and went to the present. "See, in this first one, I was six and my sister was 12. My brother was only a baby." The pictures of his sister were interesting, but frankly, I was more interested in the pictures of Jim. Boy, he was cute when he was little. And he still was. I looked at the albums for quite a while in silence, and was getting very uncomfortable in my pants. Then Jim let out a surprise. "My father masturbates to these, you know." "No way." But that was what was on my mind at that moment. "Yeah. Sometimes when Mom isn't home, he'll take one of these into his room and lock his door and do it while looking at the pictures." "How do you know that's what he's doing?" Because I peek in through his bedroom window." "Wow. Do you know what pictures he's looking at when he does it?" Jim looked a little embarrassed, and said, "Yeah pictures of me, mostly." "Does that bother you?" "No, I like my dad, and it's kinda flattering for him to get excited about my body like that." "I see what you mean." "You want to see my private albums?" Jim asked. Jim put the albums back and led me downstairs to the family room. I recognized the furniture from the indoor pictures of Jim that I had found. "Wait here." Jim went into the garage and I heard some crashing around, and he came back with a locked box. He did the combination and lifted out three smaller albums. Jim handed them to me, and we sat cross-legged on the floor while I opened the first one. What I saw really got my juices flowing. There was Jim in all his splendor. I recognized some from the envelope, but there were a lot more, and most of them were more graphic than those I had found. "Don took all these." "Why did you let him do that?" "He explained that a lot of people got pleasure from looking at pictures like that, and it was exciting to think I was giving Don pleasure. Like my father. He's seen these, too." I was really surprised to hear that. "How do you know?" "I found them in his room, and now he hides them in his office." "Did he say anything to you about that?" "No, I was a little afraid he's be mad at me or Don, but he seems OK. Maybe he masturbates with them, too." "I bet he does." By the time I got to the third album, they were really hot. One series showed Jim laying on the couch, masturbating, ending with him spurting all over his stomach. He was at about the same stage of puberty that I was. I had just started shooting, but didn't have pubic hair yet. Anyway, I almost lost it right then. My dick was straining like it had never done before. I was just about to ask if we should jack off when I noticed a picture of him laying on the exercise table with a bunch of towels under him, and asked what he did with that. "That's where Don gives me massages. You want me to give you one?" Suspecting there might be more to this than a simple massage, I said yes, so Jim went and got a bunch of towels. I noticed he also got a little plastic bottle of something called "Equate" in it. Then he told me to get undressed. "Right here in front of you? "Well, you've seen me plenty already." I laughed when I realized what he meant. I sure had. So I stripped down. He told me to lay on my stomach on top of the towels. I did so, and he began a backrub. It felt really good. He did my neck and back, then went down and did my legs, which felt really good. "I've never done this to anyone before," Jim said. "Don does this to me, and I've wanted to try it on someone just like he does me." "It feels great." He finished working on my legs, and began rubbing my butt cheeks. It felt great when he kneaded them just like my grandmother kneads bread dough. He started to get close to my butt crack, and finally pulled my cheeks apart and rub up and down the crack. That felt great. Then he stopped for a second, and I felt a cool wetness in my crack, and Jim went back to work. He rubbed his finger in the wetness, then started to circle my hole. I never thought that could feel so good. He stuck his finger right on top of the hole, and pressed. "You OK with me doing this? I love it when Don does this to me." "Feels great, go ahead." He then pushed his finger in a little, and wiggled it around. Pretty soon he had his whole index finger in my butt, and I loved the feeling it gave me. Then he told me to turn over. I did, and my boner was sticking up straight, hard as a rock. "I see I have your attention," said Jim. I grinned back at him. He then began working on my front, rubbing on my collarbone and chest, then my legs. Then he got to my crotch. He rubbed around on my hips for a while, I think to drive me nuts, and played with my balls. Oh, that was a new sensation. After a while he ran his finger up and down my dick, and I sighed. "OK if I do this?" he asked. "Yeah, but why don't you undress, too." So Jim quickly stripped down and I got a good look at his hard dick, which I had admired in the pictures. He lightly gripped my dick and started rubbing it up and down. He reached with his left hand and got his bottle of Equate, and dribbled a little on my dick, and it all got really slick and felt wonderful. I was in heaven. Jim slowly and gently masturbated me for ten or fifteen minutes, and I was on the verge of orgasm almost the entire time. He knew what he was doing; he just didn't want me to come too quickly. About halfway through he reached between my legs with his left hand and found my butt hole with his finger, and slowly slipped it into me. That felt even better; one finger up my butt, the other jacking me. Finally he gripped harder, and I exploded almost immediately in an intense orgasm, shooting five spurts onto my chest while writhing on the table. Jim just held on to me as I calmed down, and when I was soft and breathing normally, he let go of my dick and took a towel and cleaned me up. It took a little while to recuperate, and when I did, I said, "Now I should do you. How do you want me to do it?" Jim hesitated a little, then asked, "Can I do what Don does, rub in your butt crack?" "Yeah, that would be fun." So I rolled back over onto my stomach. Jim handed me a pillow and told me to put it under my hips so he could get to me better, so I did, and he climbed up behind me. He squirted some more lube into my butt crack, and lay down on top of me. It felt neat to feel his dick in my crack, and the skin on skin contact the full length of me was really nice. Jim began a slow thrusting motion, moving his dick back and forth in my crack. It felt good, and I could tell I was getting hard again, and his motion moved my dick back and forth on the pillow underneath me. After he'd been doing that a little while, I thought it would be neat to try penetration, so I said to Jim, "You know, it's OK if you want to try to stick it in." Jim stopped, and asked if I really meant that. I said I did, and he said he'd wanted to try that. I asked if Don had done that to him, and he said no, Don was afraid he'd hurt him. Jim got back up on his knees and put more lube on his dick, then lay back down. I reached back to help guide his dick to the right spot. It was a little tricky, but I finally got the head right on top of the hole, and told him to press down. He did, and it took a little while to penetrate, but suddenly the head was in. It didn't hurt at all, I guess because of what he'd done with his finger before. In fact it felt really neat. I told him to go ahead, and he slowly slid it all the way in. I felt full and tight, as he held it all the way in to see if I was OK. I told him it was fine, and to start doing it. He pulled most of the way back, then pushed in. I could feel his dick rubbing against something inside that felt really good. Then he started a slow, rhythmic thrusting. He did that for a few minutes, then started to speed up. He had been kind of pushing himself off my with his arms, but suddenly he lay down fully on me, and put his hands under my crotch, gripping my dick. Then he started pumping harder and faster, then tensed, and I could feel his dick throbbing in my butt, and a warm wet feeling as he came. At the same time, I let loose, for the second orgasm of the afternoon, into his hands and the towel. Jim lay there for a long time, breathing hard in my ear, moaning softly, saying over and over, "Boy, that was great." When he rolled off of me, his dick pulled out with a little squishy pop, and I looked to see what it looked like. I wondered if it would be dirty, but it didn't look like it was. His foreskin was back over the head, and sperm was leaking out of it, and everything was all shiny from the lube and sperm in my butt. I have to admit it looked neat. We cleaned up and got dressed, since his mom was due home soon. I asked if I could come back the next day so we could do it again, only we'd reverse roles. He was eager for that, and I left in a daze. I had never expected any of this. All day Tuesday I was in another world, anticipating what we'd to that afternoon over at Jim's house. I kept getting boners in class, and every time I saw Jim we flashed each other sheepish smiles. That afternoon we almost raced to his house. We didn't waste much time getting undressed, and Jim lay on his stomach on the massage table on top of towels. I started in on a good massage, taking a long time on his butt and legs. Then I took the lube and squirted some into his crack, and massaged around his hole, then slowly inserted my finger. It felt warm and tight, and the thought that my dick was going in there in a few minutes made me harder than stone. I finally told him to turn over, and there he was, laying on his back in all his glory, a hard little dick staring me in the face. It looked so neat, with his foreskin covering up the head. I did the massage to his front, but kept my eyes on his dick. It fascinated me. I finally got to his dick, and began playing with it gently, rolling his foreskin back and forth, with gentle, slow strokes. Jim looked totally relaxed. That's when I decided to do what I had thought about all day. I wondered what it would be like to put my mouth on it. I'd seen that in pictures on the Internet, and figured that with all the other things we'd already done, he wouldn't be too shocked at that. So I leaned down and put my lips around the head of his dick and massaged the tip with my tongue. It tasted good, sort of musty, but nice. Jim jumped a bit, but when I looked up, I could see a smile on his face. I pushed my lips down on his dick a little, and the head came partially out of his foreskin. I took my tongue and rolled it around, getting it under his skin, and I could hear a sigh from Jim. I took that as a positive sign. I started a lot of tongue action around the head at first, then down at the base of the head where I know it feels good. I started a jacking action with my right hand, and moved my head up and down on his shaft as I tongued him. Then I moved my left hand between his legs and under him so I could slide my finger into his hole again. I put it in slowly and moved it around, and Jim moaned loudly. I kept that up for about five minutes, and then I could feel Jim tense. His eyes were closed tightly, and he held his breath. I could feel a quick throb both in his dick and around my finger, about two seconds later a second throb, then a rapid succession of quick jerks, accompanied by small jets of cum into my mouth. It tasted sort of salty and tart, but wasn't bad. In fact, I liked it. While he was coming I was careful to not touch the head of his dick because I knew it would be too sensitive. But I held on with a tight grip as he throbbed in my mouth. I just stayed motionless as Jim came down off his high and relaxed, breathing hard. "Oh man, that was awesome," said Jim. "I've never felt it that good." "Hasn't Ron ever done that?" "No, not yet, but I'll ask him to next time." It took Jim about 10 minutes to recuperate, then he asked me, "You ready?" "Yeah, I've been looking forward to this." Jim rolled back over, and I handed him a pillow to put under his hips, then climbed up. It was pretty awkward at first, since I'd never done this before. But soon after I lubed up I was on top of him with my dick in his crack. He reached back and aimed it at his hole, I put a little pressure on it, and soon it just slipped in. It was really tight and warm, and felt great. I lay down on top of Jim and just enjoyed the feeling for a minute, then started stroking in and out. Oh, that felt great. I'd never felt anything like it. I stroked slowly for about 10 minutes, and could feel Jim clamping down on my dick every so often. I was getting close, so I speeded up, and suddenly I exploded into his butt, pumping what seemed like an enormous amount of sperm into him. He kept clamping down, like he was milking me, and it felt so good I thought I'd pass out. I just lay on top of Jim panting for a while, then pulled out with a pop. We both lay on the table, spent. Well, that was the start of an incredible relationship with my photogenic friend. And his brother, but that's a different story.