Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 00:13:20 PST
From: Zzathras Baggins <zzathras@hotmail.com>
Subject: Figure Studies

Hello Again.
My name is Zzathras. Don't ask just suffice it to say the name fits.
The following is a work of pure FICTION.
None of it happened and no animals were harmed in the making of this
story. :)
If the subject of Man/Boy sex offends you please don't continue. Please
try to understand. If you ask "understand what" you are beyond any
enlightenment I can offer here.
This is a work intended for adult consumption. If you are under the age
of legal majority in your locale, QUIT STEALING MOMMY AND DADDY'S
PASSWORDS. Now go back to the Disney page and leave this to consenting
adults to read.
 Any comments or suggestions can be mailed to Zzathras@hotmail.com
Any flames can go to hell. I wont waste my time with them so don't even
go there.

Other than that please enjoy.


I sat at the desk in my one room apartment.
The stack of paperwork in front of me refused to diminish no matter how
hard I worked on it.
Graduate School shit.
I never knew it was going to be such a pain to get in much less keep my
ass in.
I plodded through the rings the director of the Photographic Arts
department set for me.
She hated me from the word go and wanted me out. I refused to go.
The classic irresistible force and unmoveable object theory.
The details don't matter of this.
What does is the small knocking that disturbed me.
I found my neighbor standing at my door.
She looked worried and desperate.
I knew she recently had to take a job as an airline stewardess.
She divorced her husband who ran off with his lover.
His male lover.
She took it rather hard.
"John! Thank god your home! I have to find someone to take Sammy!"
"Ummm. Take him where?" I asked like the college graduate I was.
"For the weekend! I just got called to do a flight to London and then to
Hong Kong and back here! Around the world and if I don't go it could
mean my job!"
"Slow down! You want me to sit for Sammy for three days?"
"Yes! I cant find anyone! You are the only one I have, please say you
will!"
"Susan, I have a ton of work to do. I cant possibly take care of a 5
year old."
"He can take care of himself! He's seven by the way. All I need is for
someone to watch and make sure he doesn't burn the building down."
I really did not want to have a SEVEN year old terrorizing me and my
work right now.
The look she gave me struck a nerve though.
I had known her for the last year and a half since she moved in. He ex
left six months ago.
I knew Sammy only in passing and had never had much contact with him
outside tossing him in the pool a couple times.
"OK! But he has too keep quiet so I can work."
"Great! I have a bag packed and some games for him to play with. I get
paid Monday and will have a check for you when I pick him up then!"
Suddenly I had a shy seven year old in my living room staring at me.
"Hi Sammy. I can't say it will be a fun weekend. I have a bunch of school
work to do and can't play much."
"OK." He whispered. "When will my mommy be back?"
"Monday. I know you will miss her but she has to work."
"I know. Can I play my games now?"
"Yes. I will be at my desk. Dinner will be in a couple hours."
With that I left the boy to his games. If I didn't get this crap done I
could face being bounced out of the masters program.
I nibbled away at the paper work and largely ignored the kid.
He played quietly and I forgot he was even there.
I was almost done with my work.
It amazed me that I had nearly finished the stack of papers I had to
grade.
I wasn't even a TA. It was that the Dr. Bitch gave me this to make my
stay in her department that much more enjoyable.
"John?"
I looked up annoyed.
"When are we gonna eat?"
I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost 9:00.
"Damn! I lost track of the time. I am so sorry. How does pizza sound?"
"Cool!"
I figured I could do the rest after I sent the boy to bed.
DAMN!
I did not have another bed.
Or a couch for that matter.
Just a full sized bed in the bed room and a recliner in the living room.
"Sammy, can you sleep on the floor? I don't have a second bed or a
couch."
"OK." He was not a man of many words.
"Why don't you hit the bath and I will order the pizza. I have some
sodas in the fridge."
I watched as he went to the bathroom and I called for a pie from Pizza
Hut.
Two more papers later, Sammy came out of the bath dressed only in his
undies.
It was the first time I had really looked at the boy.
He was four foot and he had brown hair that was plastered to his head.
He had not dried particularly well and he was still dripping.
He had hazel eyes that looked at me like a child. No judgment or
preconceived ideas. Just curiosity and innocence.
He was thin like his parents and he had a nice all-over tan.
At least as much as I could see. He liked to play in the pool at every
opportunity.
He wore his unders well and I thought they looked good, if a bit thread
bare, on him. Not loose and baggy and not too tight.
With the wetness of them I could see right through them in places.
"Sammy, you gotta learn to dry yourself better. You are dripping water
all over." I took the towel from his shoulders and started to dry his
hair.
"Mommy always does it for me."
"Well, you are getting to be a big boy and need to learn these things for
yourself."
I moved down his shoulders and back and realized he was indeed a nice
looking kid.
I never looked at a boy before.
Well, I have but never really LOOKED.
I broke up with my girl friend a few weeks ago because of the workload I
had to endure. I didn't have any time for her.
The door bell broke my revere.
I sat at the dinner table eating pizza and soda with Sammy thinking he
was a handsome lad and kinda wishing I had a son like him.
We joked and chatted till ten and I sent him to bed.
I didn't have the heart to put him on the cold floor.
So I tucked him into my bed and went back to work on my torment.
After midnight I finished and actually felt good. I had two whole days
to myself.
Well -- almost myself. At least I didn't have to do anything other than
what I wanted to.
I got into my sweats and climbed into bed with a seven year old.
It felt strange and I stayed on one side of the bed.

Morning found me with the boy in my arms and a wicked hardon poking him
in the ass.
I crawled out of bed quickly and headed to the shower.
I had grown used to waking up with a morning erection since I became
single.
But this situation disturbed me. I liked the feel of his tight little
bottom against my member.
I soaked in the shower till the water ran cold and climbed out to dry
off.
I had my head buried in the towel scrubbing my hair when I felt a breeze
on my exposed genitals.
"Sammy! Don't you ever knock?"
There he stood staring at me.
Well he wasn't staring at me so much as he was my penis.
I dropped the towel to cover up and he blushed and disappeared.
When I finished I found Sammy in the living room in a pair of very short
shorts and a tank top. He barely glanced at me.
"Sammy, I want you to know I am not angry."
"I thought you were."
"You surprised me. I am not used to kids being in my home."
"I shoulda knocked. I'm sorry."
"It's not a problem." I wanted to ask what he was staring at so intently
but I thought a second time about it.

We spent the day just hanging around the apartments. I had little money
and he kept occupied by playing with some of the kids in the neighbor
hood.
I left my camera in the apartment and wished I hadn't.
The kids played and I studied.
I had not yet chosen my final project.
That had pissed off the department director. But then the slut had not
given me the chance to choose yet.
I thought about that now.
I had two days to think and I set my mind to it.
The idea of a masters project in photography sounds easy.
It is not.
I had to come up with something good and it had to be attention grabbing
as well as be able to impress the hell out of the people that would
decide my fate.
Some of my friend suggested figure studies.
Some thought that still life's were the way to go.
Everyone knew what I should do but me.
Nothing I thought of felt right.
By evening I had gotten no where.
I was preparing some burgers for dinner when Sammy and a kid named Joey
came back to my place.
Sammy had abandoned his tank top somewhere and Joey was dressed in his
speedoes only.
"John, can we play with my games here a while?"
"Sure. Dinner will be ready in a bit. Joey, would you like a burger?"
"Yes Mr. Long! Thanks! Mommy is making liver." He made a gross face.
"OK." I threw another burger in the grill.
As they cooked I watched the kids in the living room.
They both looked like Greek gods.
Well toned and so much like a cherub that it was not funny.
We ate burgers and Joey went home.
The sun had set and I sent Sammy to the bath again. The thought of
figure studies held some charm for me.
But I was thinking that Sammy and Joey would make excellent models for
me.
Sammy came out of the bath drier than last time and wearing a different
pair of underpants that were as threadbare as the ones he had on the
night before.
"Sammy, I think you need some new unders."
"Mommy packed all my good ones. The others have holes all over."
I knew she was hurting for cash, but this was not a good sign.
"Well if that's all you have then I guess it will do."
I sat in the recliner as Sammy laid out on the floor to watch TV for a
while before we went to bed.
I kept looking at him and the idea of him as my masters project got
stronger in my mind.
We went to bed again and he didn't even give me a chance to sleep on the
other side of the bed. He just snuggled up to me and fell straight to
sleep.
I gave up and joined him in slumberland.
The next day I took him to the mall and we wasted a lot of time window
shopping.
I could not believe how much fun it was to have him with me.
The day flew by and we slept another night together.
The worst thing was that I liked to have his warm butt pushed up against
my groin and would miss it when he was gone.
I also felt incredible guilty at the feelings I had.

"John, how did it go?" Susan sounded relieved at being home.
"Everything went well. I got my work done and we relaxed and enjoyed
ourselves."
"Good! I was worried."
"Nothing to worry about. How did it go for you?"
"Too well I'm afraid. They want me to do that run twice a month. I don't
want to but it means more hours and better pay."
"Well, I am not adverse to having the little man stay here when you need
to be gone. But I don't have a bed for him."
"I have an inflatable mattress you could have!" She was very eager to
have me do this. "I can pay too! The company has agreed to give me an
additional supplement to pay for his care! They really are good to work
for. It isn't much."
"It will be enough. He is quiet and I almost forget he's here. Besides I
need the money."
"Great! You are a life saver!"
I felt good to help her and actually looked forward to seeing the boy
for two weekends a month.
Sammy didn't like the fact that his mom was going to be away that much
but he loved the idea of staying with me.

"Johnny, what did you say?"
"Sheila, I want to do my masters project on kids. Figure studies to be
exact."
"Your fucking insane."
"No. Listen. I need a cool project to grab some eyeballs and turn some
heads. Almost nobody has done any serious figure studies of children
before. And only a few shoot kids to any extent at all. This is the
project that will do it. Dr. Bitch wont be able to do jack cause she is
not on the board and if I do this right I can make a name for myself."
"You mean stir up a shit storm. Nudes of kids will get you arrested and
I KNOW Dr. Bitch will be your hangman."
"Not nudes necessarily. Who ever said they had to be nude?"
"Well isn't that the way it is usually done?"
"Yes. But considering that it is children I can have them in some sort
of outfit. Leotards or something. The fact is that I have come up with
my masters project and need you to help me present it to the board."
"I cant believe you are considering this."
"Yes I am."

"John? Can I ask you something?" Susan asked me with a concerned look
on her face.
"Sure." I had hoped she would want to get to the business of setting up
Sammy's next weekend with me.
"Sammy has been asking a lot of questions."
"What kind?" I began to grow concerned.
"First, is there anything that happened last time he was here I should
know about?"
"Other than the fact that he walked in on me in the bathroom, nothing of
note occurred."
"What happened?"
"I just got out of the shower and he just walked right in. It was
morning and I think he was still asleep and didn't think. I am not used
to locking the doors."
"OH. Good."
"Good? I was wasn't too thrilled about it at the time Susan."
"I mean it explains a lot."
"So what is the problem?"
"Well. He never has seen a man naked before."
"Even his father?"
""Drew was rather uptight. Sammy never saw him in his underwear much
less naked."
"OH."
"So you can imagine the questions he is asking me. And specifically
about YOU. It is rather embarrassing."
"I see." I could feel my face burn.
"I was hoping that this weekend you could answer any questions he has. I
could but -- well -- it is a guy thing."
"I see." I began to repeat myself.
"If you don't want to.."
"It's not that. It is just that I don't know how to handle this."
"Just answer in the most straight forward way you can. He wants to have
answers and I am afraid of the answers he will get in the school yard
and in the street."
"I can try. Is there anything you definitely don't want me to talk to
him about?"
"Like his father? No. Just field whatever he has to ask. If he wants to
know about gays and that then talk to him. I don't want him wondering if
it was him or anything like that."
"I will do my best, Susan." How was I going to handle this?

The weekend came slowly. The powers at the school tentatively agreed to
allow my project.
I was in a mind storm. I had no work this weekend and we had a lot of
time to fill.
Susan came to my door.
"John, can you take Sammy shopping. He needs some new clothes. I didn't
realize his underpants were so worn out." She covered well.
"I can do that Susan. And while I have you here, can I ask your
permission to take some pictures of the little man this weekend? I want
to get some practice in and maybe it will get me to deciding on a final
project for school."
"That would be fine. But I get to have copies of them. Here is the
number where you can reach me. The airline will patch you through to
me."
"OK! Thanks and you keep safe, lady."
She kissed and hugged Sammy good-bye and I was alone with the boy for
three days.
We ran to the indoor swap meet near by. I knew I could get almost
anything there and it would cost a lot less than a department store.
Sammy was in awe.
There was a lot for a seven year old to see there. I sought out a kids
clothing place and found one that was run by a Korean couple. They had a
wide selection of boys undies there. Some from a company called Swan. I
think the designers were perverts. And I thought they would look good on
the boy.
I purchased three boxes of three. Different styles and colors. He looked
at me funny when I also grabbed a couple packages of Fruit of the Loom
brand.
We also sought out some odd items he needed. I wanted him to have all
the clothes he needed at my place. If he was going to be there all this
time it made sense.
We got home and he asked me "John, why did you get so many underwears
for me?"
"I want you to have some clothes here so when you stay you don't have to
lug all your stuff back and forth."
"Oh that makes sense."
We watched rented movies till the sun went down and I sent him to the
bath.
I noticed he didn't take his new unders with.
I was going to say something but didn't.
Soon I heard. "John! Can you bring me my undrewears?"
I grabbed a box of the Swan brand and pulled out a bright red pair. They
looked a bit sexy for boys briefs.
"Here ya go." I handed them through the crack in the door. I saw he was
hiding behind the door but looking in the mirror I could see his bare
behind in the reflection.
I started to get a woody.
"What are these?"
"Underwear silly. Put them on. The show is going to start."
"But..."
"No buts. Just get them on and come out."
The door closed and soon he tentatively opened it again.
I became fully erect at the sight.
Those were definitely made to make boys sexy.
They cradled his behind and hugged his privates.
"WOW."
He blushed.
"I think these look good on you."
"Just don't let my mom see OK?"
"OK. We can keep them here."
We went to the living room and he watched the movie.
I kept looking at his cute ass. I was ashamed of myself.
Soon the show ended and we went to the bed room.
"John, do I have to sleep on the floor? I want to sleep with you." I
could not resist his puppydog eyes.
"OK." I went to the bathroom to get into my sweats.
When I came out Sammy was laying on the bed. I saw as he jerked his hand
from the front of his underpants. He has a hardon. I didn't know a kid
could get hard.
"Well, kiddo, let's get to sleep now." I wanted under the sheets fast
because I was getting a boner as well.
"John?"
"Yes, buddy?"
"Mommy said I can ask you some stuff."
"What sort of stuff do you want to ask?"
"I don't know. I got so many questions I don't know what to ask first."
"Well, whenever I get like that I just pick one and ask it."
"OK. But I am embarrassed." He was blushing.
"Is it about what you saw when you came in the bathroom last time?"
"Yeah."
"Well ask away. I will answer whatever you ask as well as I can."
"Ummm--"
"Yes?"
"Yours is different from mine."
"My what?"
"Your thingie. Your peepee."
"How do you mean?"
"Yours looks like a mushroom. Mine don't."
"I think it might be that I was circumcised as a baby. Yours probably is
not."
"The top isn't the same. I don't know how to describe it." He looked
frustrated.
I was going to move on some and come back to this but he stood up and
pushed his underpants to the floor.
"See?" He was blushing all over now.
"Ummm." Indeed I saw.
He had a small but well formed penis. And two wonderful looking balls
below. He was not circumcised and he was still half hard.
He stepped out of his unders and walked up to me.
"Mine don't have a tip like yours does. And it's tinny. And I don't got
no hair. And why does it get hard?"
"Sammy, Yours has a tip like mine. It's just covered by some skin that I
had cut off when I was born. It's there you just have to pull the skin
back to see it."
He reached down and played with it a bit but he could not seem to get
the idea.
"You do it for me?" He asked with all the innocence of his seven years.
I could not believe this.
My head was cloudy but his naked form was crystal clear.
"Sammy, if I touch you there I could get in trouble."
"Oh. That. I wont tell anyone. Not even mommy. I want to learn this
stuff."
I felt my hand reach out and take his little member in my big hand.
It was silky smooth and hot to the touch.
"Well the tip here is covered in skin. If you slide it back you can see
the tip." I pulled his foreskin back to expose his dick head.
"WOW!" He breathed as I felt his penis swell in my hand. "That feels so
good! Why is it purple?"
"That is just you. Some are red. Some are pink and others are purple."
"It feels so good! Why do they call it bad touch? I like it!"
"So do I Sammy." I breathed.
"Can I touch yours?"
"Sure!" I could not believe this.
I dropped my pants and his eyes bulged when he saw my raging erection.
"It's a lot bigger than last time I saw it!"
"Well yours is bigger than it usually is now isn't it?"
"Yeah!" He giggled.
I nearly spewed my load as he touched it.
He poked it at first.
Then he ran his fingers lightly over it.
Soon he wrapped his hands around it and slid them up and down.
"OOOOohhhhhhhhhh! That feels good!"
"Mine does to when I do this."
I let him stroke me nearly to orgasm.
"Sammy you have to stop now. If you don't something will happen that you
might think is gross."
"The stuff will come out?"
"You know?"
"Joey told me about his brother doing it. He said white stuff comes
flying out. Is it true?"
"Yes, dear. It comes out and is messy."
"It wont hurt me will it?"
"No, honey." His hands still gripped my penis like a vise.
"Then I want to see it."
"OK. Keep doing that and I will tell you when it is coming."
He tugged and pulled on my cock with all his might and I relaxed into
the feelings.
HE turned around to get a better angle on it and I could reach his butt
easily.
He giggled as my hand stroked his silky buttocks. I couldn't hold it any
longer.
"Here it comes, Sammy!"
"Good I'm getting tired!"
Suddenly my load shot out of my cock in long spurts and arched high in
the air to land directly in Sammy's lap.
I shuddered and groaned until it came to an end.
"WOW! There sure was a lot! And it got all over my weenie!"
My hand rested on his ass and I thought he looked beautiful.
"I am sorry it got all over you. Let me get a towel to clean you up." I
went to the bathroom and came back.
He had some on his hands and was smelling it. A tentative tongue flicked
out and tasted it.
"I kinda like the taste of it!"
I supressed the urge to talk him into oral sex.
I wiped the mess carefully off the lad as he yammerd about the
experience to me.
His penis grew to full staff as I gently stroked the white mess off his
privates.
"Do you want me to do that for you?" I asked in eager hope.
"Yes!" He threw himself to the bed spread eagle and smiled at me
broadly.
I reached down and took him in my fingers. I was terrified I would break
him if wasn't careful.
"OOOOOOo that feels good. Will stuff come out of mine?" He had a hopeful
look on his face.
"I don't think so baby. When you get hair down there you will. But not
yet."
He looked a bit sad but a few gentle strokes made him forget his
concerns.
He wiggled and wriggled as I stroked his little toy up and down. He
smiled and grimaced as he approached orgasm. I took his body in my arms
and held his ass in my left hand as I stroked him with my right.
"Don't fight it honey. Trust me and it will feel better than you could
imagine."
"UNHGUNUMMAH!" HE groaned as his pelvis arched to meet my pounding hand.
He collapsed in my arms and smiled at me out of his glowing orgasm.
"If I knew it felt that good I woulda come over a long time ago, John!"

We cuddled in each others arms and drifted off to sleep.
I taught him much more and he did star in my Masters project with Joey.
Both did the majority in speedoes and a few nudes. I graduated and
started my Ph.D. studies to stay near the lad.
We stayed lovers up until he fell in love with a girl in his sophomore
class and she fell for him as well.
We still love each other.