Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:14:47 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Getting Comfortable "You're the writer right?" He asked. "Sometimes" I (hopefully) modestly admitted. I was somewhat mesmerized at the time so I didn't know what he was going to see. I had gone to the studio at the invitation of the owner. He was giving away the day to those that wanted self portraits for use on the Internet, lucky face book or hotornot or wherever they would send them. The event had the aspects of a factory. Guys and girls waited their turn and a half hour later would go to another room to indicate to some computer operators where they wanted their pictures posted. I looked over he shoulders to see some good and bad faces smiling back. Girls dressed modestly and others quite provocatively. And yes there were some nude shots too. Obviously those weren't as appealing as the guys I saw. Some amazingly unattractive guys were there....hoping some professional photographer would capture what their own camera phones or other candid photos didn't of course. I'm among those so this is not a criticism. But there were hotties there too. Boy faces, man faces brandishing stubble, older men too. And the number that appeared shirtless was amazing. Despite hoe hot their chests were they posed. Smooth torsos, hairy ones, pierced nipples and others did it. I spent too much time looking over the previously submitted and uploaded samples. "You gotta see this one" Mason, the owner said. I went into the studio and stood with my jaw hopefully closed...though it was probably open. Standing in front of the limbo paper was a medium if not short height blonde boy. He stood there naked and you could tell from his stance, he wasn't self conscious about it. The light flashed as he smiled, then turned slightly either knowing what he was doing or emulating models he had seen at work. His body was mostly smooth with a slight fur on his legs, obviously developed from swimming, bike riding or some method. His torso was boyishly shaped and smooth too. His pectorals showed some definition however and the light bounced of whatever metal had been inserted in each nipple. His pubic patch was there, though seemed to be shaped as a triangle. I had stepped closer to see him in more detail. He noticed me and smiled before turning with his back to the camera and turned his head to look back towards it. The photographer who had by that time taken nearly a hundred photos didn't seem tired at all. His enthusiasm was probably stimulated by the boy who seemed natural. Then it ended to my dismay. But the boy came over to me and stood there, still naked and smiled. "I can tell you a story that will turn you on" He said as if I needed anything more to turn me on at that moment. We walked into the kitchen through several other shirtless and fully clothed. Nobody seemed to mind the beautiful if not cherubic lad was bareass. He perched himself up on a counter and took the coke I handed him. His cock peered at me over his testicles with its one eye, not getting hard to my disappointment but then not shrinking in horror either. "Chase" he said sticking out his available hand. I introduced myself and he said he knew, flattering me beyond the flattering willing appearance of his body to me. He asked the others to let us talk and they looked over and slowly left the kitchen. "I was just like this" he said "well I was wearing something; I think shorts or a Speedo at the time" He drank so did I. "Do you need to write this down?" he asked his facial expression bordering on disapproval of my dirty old man existence. "I think I'll remember it and you for a long long time" I said. He smiled and looked away. "I'm serious, I want to see this in print, to capture it so others will know what I know or found out." He said I didn't know what was coming. "Anyway, I was sitting like this on a kitchen counter. I was smoking, I used to smoke then." He added with an apologetic expression. "We all have faults" I said and he ignored my patronizing. "A tall guy, blonde like me came in and got something to drink and gave me one too" he waved his cola as if that was what this guy retrieved for him. "So my hands were both full at the time" He said "the guy stood in front of me, just like you." "I didn't know whether to move away or what to do. "We talked awhile. I didn't mind. He was hot and had nice lips. I guess I kind of gave him a signal or something." He lifted his legs and parted them. I assumed he was showing me what he had done that special day in his life. "He took the cigarette and put it in an ashtray then moved his hands moved to my legs and stayed there after that" I guess I was his at that point. But until that day I had never been with a guy, NEVER" he promised. "Oh I hugged and maybe kissed one or two" he said with a slight blush to his cheeks. "Lucky guys" I thought thinking some closeted Uncle or stranger had fantasized about what might have happened only to be disappointed by this innocent looking kid. "His hands began to massage my thighs as we talked about the party. Oh yea we were at a swim party at some guy's house in the hills, did I forget to tell you that?" I nodded as if I knew. "So he was in shorts too, opened shirt. Nice body, hair between his pecs down his stomach to his you know, under his shorts" He seemed to be remembering at his own pace. I envisioned the sight at mine. "His hands moved to my chest and shoulders telling me I looked good, masculine, asked me if I did gymnastics and stuff. It made me feel good of course." His legs seemed to part at some point, I wasn't sure when but the view of his man glands improved. My own were enlarging in my thankfully baggy trousers. "So when he started pulling on these" he looked down at his own chest "I didn't have rings then" he explained. His nippers were pointed outward. Each had a silver ring dangling from them. That was unusual I thought since most guys with pierced nipples had gold rings or studs in them. I fought the incentive to reach and pull each one playfully. "I guess I got hard then" he said "cause he smiled and moved so close my knees touched the outside of his legs. The idea got me harder. I wanted to imitate this mystery guy and wondered if the kid wanted me to. "Now remember never with a guy. I even made out with girls in high school, you know feeling each other, fumbling, one girl even gave me a hand job at a graduation party." He said "so I never knew" I wondered what part was the truth. Did he like many other confused or wondering boys think about other guys when they masturbated, did he fantasize bout the school jock or some movie star? "He kissed me" he said "and it was like nothing else I ever experienced" He was remembering now more then telling the story. "I mean his tongue was inside and everything. Hands were pulling the cloth off my hips and down my legs. I was actually totally naked." He exclaimed. "Like now?" I asked trying to be just as playful. "It was different then" he looked at me seriously "stay with me" he said "Then he pulled me forward" he shuffled himself forward on the counter. I was concerned he would fall off. "But I didn't worry about it, I felt safe like he knew that too" he said staying on the counter despite sitting on the edge. "In fact he told me to put my hands around his neck. I put the cola down next to me and did it. I thought we were gonna kiss, actually we did" His eyes were glazing over the more he talked "You sure you're gonna remember this?" "Like my own first time" I admitted He shook his head as if to wave off my remark. "Then he pulled my hips forward and it happened." He said as if the story was finished. "What?" I asked. He must have thought I was stupid or something. "You know it. I yelled into his mouth, we were kissing" he explained "He pulled me right onto his cock" "Ouch" I offered my sympathy despite the feeling of liquid leaving my own piss slit. "So he raped you" I said quietly making sure nobody in the area heard me. "Is it rape if I liked it?" he asked looking like a five year old kid wondering at the first sight of the world. "Did you say no or want him to stop?" I asked trying to sound like a lawyer suddenly and wondering if the boy wanted me to act like one as well. "Well it hurt but he didn't stop and I guess I didn't tell him too. He just kept moving me, you know up and down. I knew he was fucking me. I mean I'm not stupid. I had seen stuff on the Internet" he said "and he kept kissing me" "So what happened?" I asked trying not to reveal my own deep breathing. "He kept doing it for a long time, so long the pain seemed to go away and I just felt it inside me moving and stuff" he said "Then he shot inside me. I swear I felt it. Guys tell me that's not possible but I felt the thing get larger, you know stretching me I guess, then I felt him shoot it" he said I noted his penis had grown a bit; not rock hard but obviously filled with more blood then before. "He finished and I guess he pulled it out before putting me back on the counter" he moved backwards on the counter as if he was indeed put back on it. "We kept kissing and I felt like he was still inside" I thought "so?" wondering if there was a point to the story I needed to remember. He looked at me with a questioning expression as if he wanted my reaction. "Well, maybe somehow he knew you wanted to uh do something like that" I said "Did you uh see him after that?" "Yea here and there. We never did it again. I kept seeing of anyone else could you know match it but thus far nada" he smiled at his own faulty use of Spanish I assumed. "So hot memory but what do you want me to write?" I asked "That and the fact I'm looking for him. It's been two years since he made me gay" the boy said looking seriously. "Well most people believe that you are born gay not made that way." I corrected him. "Oh I know I meant he kind of made me realize it I guess I could be comfortable with it all. I just you know..." "You want to relive that experience" I nodded like a wise and experienced Uncle, not one of those who kissed him and wish they had done more..but I digress. "Yes if you help me find him, you can fuck me sometime" he said I liked the offer. Who wouldn't? "Seriously, I just want to find him. He kissed me and I felt like we had been doing that for all my life" he emphasized the kissing more then the first fuck he got that day. "Many search for the same sensations they get from their first sexual experience. But because it's their first one, they never really have the same experience." I said "But I'll write it up and email it to you before I put it on the story site" I promised. He jumped off the counter like a child who just received a gift. I noticed his penis was harder and bounced enticingly. I wanted to touch it, kneel and make the boy feel my own desire hoping it would be a memory he'd also consider one of the best parts of his life. "Will you pose with me?" Before I knew it I was sitting in the studio looking like a proud father or dirty old man with a naked boy on my lap. But I didn't complain. And he didn't complain about sitting on what was an obviously hard cock inside my trousers. In fact he wiggled his butt as if to either feel it better or just get comfortable.