Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2006 14:15:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason's Blue Bicycle (2)

   Jason awoke early the following morning, and, unusual as it was for him,
he rolled quickly out of bed, and completed his morning routine of tooth
brushing, showering, and arranging his somewhat unruly shag of hair. Moving
back to his bedroom, he closed the door, then; tugged at the towel he had
wrapped around his slim waist, and dropped it into his clothes hamper.

   Naked, he executed a few silly poses in front of his mirror, then,
walked to his dresser, where he made selections of briefs, socks, shorts,
and a tee shirt. He laid these items on the bed, then, shook out the small
white briefs, and stepped into them, tugging them up over his coltish
legs. He settled the small garment in place, and looked down, satisfied
with the way the snug briefs clung to his boyhood bulges, and the firm
little mounds of his pert behind. He moved into the sight line of the
mirror, and studied his reflected image carefully, trying to imagine the
impact his lithe, youthful, body would have on old man Lawson. Definitely
not bad, he decided, eyeing the flawless and creamy skin of his bare chest,
and soft little tummy, and his shapely, hairless legs. He let his gaze
linger at his crotch area, pleased that the snug little briefs seemed to
fit him like a second skin, and he smiled wickedly, as he noted the clearly
defined outline of his semi-erect boyhood, and the tell-tale lump where the
brief clung to his ample scrotum. Turning part way, Jason peered at his
small little butt, snugly framed by the taut material in a way that defined
the tempting cleft that divided the twin globes of his ass, and he executed
a small wiggle, giggling softly to himself, as he pictured Mr. Lawson's
slack jawed gape as he feasted on the sweet seductiveness of his pretty
little boy butt.

   Moving back to the bed, he slipped the tee shirt over his head, then,
once more dragged his fingers through his soft hair, fluffing it back into
place with a quick shake of his head. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he
lifted his legs one at a time, and pulled on the small, white half socks,
followed by the reasonably clean, white, low cut tennis shoes. He secured
the laces, then, stood, and took one final look in the mirror, deciding
that he looked pretty hot, actually, in a very boyish kind of way. The
shorts were a departure from the current long, and baggy style, more
closely resembling the style of some years past, with a hem reaching about
mid thigh, and cut more snugly, so that the small lump of his
briefs-trapped boyhood was discernable at the crotch when he was
standing. In a sitting position, were he to lift his leg, and bend the
knee, there was sufficient slack material in the legs to allow it gap open,
allowing some degree of visibility of his snow white briefs were someone to
look up the leg hole. Striving for the full effect possible to attract
Mr. Lawson's attention, and interest, Jason pretended to stretch, extending
his arms fully above his head, and intertwining his hands, as he checked to
ensure that in doing so, the hem of his tee shirt rode up, fully exposing a
large expanse of his creamy smooth tummy skin, and his cute little inverted
navel. Satisfied, he exited his bedroom, and headed to the kitchen in
search of breakfast.

   His hunger slacked; Jason again brushed his small, even teeth, and
fluffed his soft hair, then, locked up the house, and headed off in the
direction of Mr. Lawson's studio. He was, of course, unable to resist
stopping by the bicycle shop, and lingering for several minutes, as he once
more drooled over the object of his desire, as Mr. Hamilton, the shop
owner, watched from his usual perch on a stool behind the service
counter. Jason idly wished that Mr. Hamilton was the man with a
predilection for young boys, and their developing bodies, given that that
circumstance likely would have greatly enhanced his chances of owning the
blue bicycle much sooner than via his current method, but, he reminded
himself, all good things eventually come to those willing to wait. His
Grandmother was fond of that saying, thinking that it embodied the virtue
of patience, but, at just twelve, Jason was possessed of very little of
that particular virtue. He gave his dream a final caress, waved to
Mr. Hamilton, and exited the shop, continuing his journey to Mr. Lawson's
studio, and, hopefully, the expediting of his quest.

   Jason approached the small photography studio, actually the converted
garage of Mr. Lawson's house, and paused to unlatch the white picket gate
adorned with a small, calligraphy lettered sign stating "Lawson Studios'."
Moving along the concrete walk that was formerly a section of driveway, he
approached the open door to the studio, and reached up to knock on the
screen door, jumping slightly, at the harsh sound of Mr. Lawson's loud
screech emanating from within the studio.

   "Damn it to hell...this place is a total disaster anymore...can't find a
damned thing where it should be...shit...!"

   Jason flushed slightly, startled at the loud, and swear-word riddled
outburst, and he timidly raised his hand to the screen door once more,
knocking, as he called out in his still boyish, slightly cracking voice,

   "Um....hello...?...Mr. Lawson...?"

   "What...?....God-damn it...who...?....what is it, then...?" roared
Mr. Lawson, his agitated hulk moving forcefully toward the screen door.

   Jason gulped, his pulse increasing slightly in response to the man's
abruptness, and he managed to squeak,

   "Um...it's me, Mr. Lawson...Jason...from Union Middle School...I, um..." he
trailed off.

   "Yes, damn it...Jason...yes....well, boy...what is it you want...I'm
busy...and, I'm downright pissed, as well...can't work like this, just that
simple...now, boy...what do you want...?" Lawson all but roared, his
expression actually slightly scaring Jason, who took a small step backward
on the landing.

   He blinked several times, then swallowed, and meekly offered,

   "Um...gosh, sir...I'm sorry to disturb you....but...well...it's just that
I...well, Sir...I'm trying really hard to earn money...it's this new bike I
really want a lot...and...well..."

  "Spit it out, son...I don't have time for this shit...exactly what could I
possibly have to do with you pinning away over some fool bicycle...tell me,
and quickly...I'm a busy man...or trying to be, at any rate...so, talk,
son...talk...!" Lawson cut him off.

   Jason gulped again, very nearly deciding that coming here had been a
terrible mistake, then; flashed quickly on another image of the sleek, blue
bike, and mustered up the courage to blurt,

   "Yes Sir...it's just that I heard that you might be needing to hire a
helper in your studio, Sir....and, well...I really need to earn some money,
Sir...for the bike, I mean...Sir..."

   Lawson paused then, and took a serious look at the young cutie standing
somewhat cowed at his door, and exhaled deeply, quashing his anger, as he
felt his blood pressure drop several points. He inhaled a deep breath, and
pushed open the screen door, once more taking a much closer look at the
young boy who stared back him with wide, dark eyes. Definitely a cutie, the
man decided, almost pretty, actually, and so very young. He let his eyes
flicker over the boy, his trained artists eye savoring the angelic face,
with its flawless complexion, and the barely controlled shock of soft
hair. Dropping his gaze, he quickly registered the petite slenderness of
the just-blooming boy's torso, and lingered briefly at the enticing little
lumps at the crotch of the sexy little shorts he wore. Moving lower still,
he drank in the smooth, and shapely, legs of the youth, then; once more
glanced at the intriguing boy package, as he forced his now hungry gaze to
once more meet the anxious, somewhat shy expression the boy wore. He
softened, his inherent boy-lover instincts kicking in fully, and managed a
wide smile, as he stepped back slightly, and indicated for the boy to enter
the studio, as he said,

   "Yes, well then....um, Jason, is it...?....come in Son...please...and
forgive an old man his fit of temper...I was certainly not barking at you...I
am just having a really bad morning, and, it seems you arrived at exactly
the wrong moment...please accept my apology for the yelling....and the
cursing, as well...come in, Son...come in, please..."

   Jason swallowed hard, and felt relief flood through his body, as the man
seemed to calm down considerably, and he stepped inside the door, moving a
few steps further inside the studio. He glanced around, noting the utter
disarray of the room, with light stands, and tripods, and some kind of
weird looking umbrella type things scattered about, as well as several
camera's, and photographs, scattered around on a table, and even on the
floor. Lawson shut the screen, and moved to stand beside Jason, as he, too,
surveyed the cluttered space, and sighed heavily, saying,

   "A regular mess, eh..?...that's what I was cursing about...ever since
that damned fool kid quit, and walked out on me, I have been trying to
handle everything myself...equipment...lighting...shadow reflectors....and the
damn camera's...just too damned much...can't be done...I am getting further
and further behind every minute, it seems...!"

   Jason nodded, not really understanding all of the terminology the man
had used, but, wanting to appear capable, he looked up at the man, and met
his gaze, as he said,

   `Yes sir...I'm sure it is too much work for only yourself...and,
Sir...I...um...well, I really need to earn some money for that bike,
Sir...and...well...maybe you could, like, hire me, Sir...?...to help you, I
mean...?"

   Lawson looked down into the boys hopeful face, and let his practiced
eyes once more drift over the sexy little frame, and the delightful lumps
of boyhood, as he smiled, and replied,

   "Well, young man...that might just be a definite possibility, at
that...God knows I need a hand around here...and...you say you are interested
in earning some cash...what we have here just might be a perfect match, at
that...tell me son, do you know anything at all about photography..?"

   Jason put on what he hoped was his most alluring smile, and batted his
overly long eyelashes at the man, as he lifted his arms over his head in a
small shrugging motion, knowing that his tee shirt had ridden up, exposing
a good six inches of his soft, smooth tummy to the man, as he cooed
sweetly,

   "Well Sir...maybe not actually know so much about it...only from, like,
posing for pictures...but I learn stuff really fast, Mr. Lawson...honest...and
I just know you can show me...teach me...um...lot's of stuff that I need to
know...really, Sir...I listen good...and I'll do whatever you tell me, Sir...I
really want that bike Sir...a whole bunch...and I will try really hard
to...give you...whatever you want, Sir...if you just give me a chance to...show
you, Sir..."

   Lawson's eyes locked onto the creamy bare skin that flashed before him,
noting the tiny cave of the boy's cute little navel, and barely discernable
exposure of the elastic waist band of what he guessed were typical boy's
white briefs, and he shuddered slightly as he imagined the boy taking just
this pose wearing only the briefs, as he snapped away with one of his
hi-speed digital cameras. The choice of words the boys seemed to carefully
select for his little dissertation were also not lost on Lawson, as he
mulled the phrases, "posing for pictures," and "show me...teach me...lots of
stuff," and, most certainly, "whatever you want," and most importantly of
all, "a chance to show you, Sir...!" Was it even remotely possible, the man
wondered, that this delicious young boy was actually trying to telegraph
the message that he was willing to consent to "anything" for the chance to
own the bicycle he seemed so desperate for? Indeed, it was possible; he
decided instantly, his experience with previous supple lads having shown
him the depth of their willingness to placate his dark desires in exchange
for the means to secure some prized object of their desire. That last boy
being the rare exception, reacting as he had, going near ballistic, and
storming off the premises, at the mere suggestion of him posing for some of
the nude shots he did so well with selling on his website. All of this
flashed through Lawson's demented mind in mere seconds, and his decision
was finalized with equal speed, as he fixed the radiant young boy with a
charming smile of his own, and replied,

   "Well then, young Jason, it is a chance that you shall have...you are
hired immediately as my new assistant...and I will pay you five dollars an
hour to perform that position...and, even more, should we decide to advance
you to some type of modeling position, which you indicate some experience
with...is that satisfactory, Jason...?" he purred.

   Jason quickly worked the numbers in his head, his heart rate quickening,
as he calculated that even doing only the assistant work, at the five
dollar rate, he would amass sufficient funds for the bike in about two
weeks, and, even faster, if he could actually steer Mr. Lawson into wanting
him to model like he had wanted Mark's friend to do. He was astute enough
to know that the type of "modeling" that meant was naked pictures, and the
thought of maybe letting Mr. Lawson see him all naked caused his penis to
swell inside his snug briefs, making it all the more visible as the now
rigid stalk poked severely at the front of his small shorts. Blushing
brightly, as he noticed Mr. Lawson surreptitiously eyeing the protrusion,
he batted his extra-long eyelashes some more, and nodded his head, as he
croaked,

   "Oh yes sir....oh gosh, yes...that's really cool of you, Sir...I want that
bike, like, really, really, bad...and...um...if you actually really wanted for
me to....maybe...model for you, too...well...I guess that means I could maybe
get the bike, like, even sooner...cause you said the model stuff is, like,
even more money, right...?"

   Lawson nodded sagely, giving the boy a conspiratory wink, as he replied,
all business,

   "That's exactly right, Jason...I do pay more for models, than for
assistants...and, possibly even more, for what I like to think of as
my...."special" models...but, we can explore that at another time...right now,
why don't you begin by getting those light stands, and shades, squared away
in their proper positions...you see the colored stickers there, on the legs
of each stand...?...the colors correspond to the same colored spots on the
floor where each piece belongs...do you think that you can handle that,
Jason...?....while I get back to sorting my proof shots over there in that
unspeakable mess on the table...?"

   Jason quickly scanned the tripod legs of the various equipment, noting
the colored stickers Lawson referred to, and the colored circles painted on
the floor, and nodded his head, moving off in the direction of the closest
light stand, as he replied,

   "Yes Sir...I got it covered Sir, no problem...oh, and Sir...?...I really
hope maybe we can talk more about the...special modeling, too...cause Sir...I
really do want that bike...like...soon...!"

   Lawson watched the boy move to the light stand, and his breath caught in
his throat as the boy bent down to remove the plug from the wall
receptacle, causing the snug fitting shorts to stretch over the amazing
taut mounds of his pretty little ass like skin, and the backs of his satin
smooth legs to flex their muscles. Lawson had an instant, and extremely
vivid visual of the boys naked ass offered up in exactly that same pose
just before he penetrated it with every inch of his now rock hard cock, and
he released an involuntary groan of pleasure. Hearing the sound, Jason held
his bent-from-the-middle posture, the pert little boy-butt still fully
capturing Lawson's hungry stare, and looked back over his shoulder, saying,

   "Did you say something, Sir...?"

   Lawson cleared his throat nervously, the earlier image still very much
visible in his minds-eye, as he muttered,

   "Only that what you are doing there is perfect, Son...just perfect...you
are definitely going to make a fine assistant...just fine...!"

   Jason, fully aware of exactly where the old mans attention was fixated,
gave a subtle little wiggle of his pert behind, as he turned his head, and
quietly giggled, then replied,

   "Yes sir...thanks...and maybe even a better model, Sir...anything to make
it faster to get the bike, sir..."

   Lawson nodded, resisting the urge to step forward, and grasp that
amazing little butt in his hands, as he mumbled,

   "Yes, yes....that too...fear not, young Jason...I am somehow very certain
that you shall be pedaling that bike around town in no time...no time at
all...!"

   Fearing a total loss of what small measure of control he held onto,
Lawson reluctantly tore his tortured gaze from Jason's little ass, and
moved to the work table, busying himself with the myriad of proof photo's
there, as he surreptitiously adjusted his very hard cock in his pants.

   In less than an hour, Jason had the studio looking like new, each piece
of equipment in its proper place, plugged in, and tested, and adjusted to
the proper height, and angle, to maximize the posing area of the studio. He
paused to take a final look around the now orderly space, bringing his arm
up to wipe at the thin film of sweat that coated his forehead, again
causing his tee shirt to ride up, and expose that soft little bare tummy to
Lawson's horny gaze, as Lawson struggled to stifle another moan of
desire. Damn, he thought, I can hardly wait to see this little hottie
naked...so damn creamy, and flawless...fresh, and so very young...damn, it was
going to be incredible, absolutely fucking incredible...! Seizing on the
opportunity of Jason's obvious discomfort with the warm room, he quickly
suggested,

   "I know it's warm in here, Jason...necessary for the models comfort when
they are...well...doing the "special" work, you see...but, as hard as you are
working there, feel free to remove your shirt, Son, I'm sure you would be
more comfortable that way..."

   Jason carefully watched the man's hungry gaze focus on the bareness of
his tummy, and the look of open desire that he saw there made his small
balls tingle, and his penis once more swell inside his briefs, and he
suppressed an urge to giggle at just how easy this was going to be, as he
nodded, and murmured a small thanks to the man, then; quickly skinned his
tee shirt up over his head, and off. Taking a quick glance at his crotch,
as he folded the shirt, he was pleased to plainly see the outline of his
rigid boyhood pressing clearly at the thin material of his shorts, leaving
little, if any, doubt as to his hardness, or the dimensions of his proud
little boy nail. He turned to fully face Lawson, and raised his arms,
arching the shirt across the room like a basketball shot, while from his
peripheral vision he watched the man watching his swollen crotch, as the
tip of his tongue snaked out to lick at his lips. Hoping to fuel the mans
already obvious lust, Jason launched into a vigorous stretch, his arms
extended high above his head, hands clasped together, as he flexed his
slender young body, making his ribs stand out under his taut, tanned skin,
as he gently rolled his slender hips, very nearly thrusting his rock hard
penis back and forth.

   Lawson felt his cock leaking precum into his boxers, as he feasted on
the incredibly sexy young boy preening before him, and he shuddered, dying
to move across the narrow distance that separated him from the delicious
specimen of youth, and budding boyhood, and strip away the small shorts
that strained to contain the object of his lust, to make bare that symbol
of youthful virility to his lust-filled eyes, and hands, and mouth. He
shook himself from his heated revelry, reaching awkwardly for a near-by
digital camera body, his hands actually trembling, and his heart pounding
in his chest, as he stammered,

   "Freeze, Jason...hold it...just like that...oh God yes...just like that,
Son...look at the camera...smile...think sexy...think...oh
Jesus...beautiful...now...think about that bike...that amazing blue
bike...and...slowly now...easy...just barely...lick those sweet, pouty
lips...show me your pink little tongue, boy....that's it now...ahhh, Jesus...!"

   Jason held the stretch, adding a touch more flex to his newly developed
arms, and hairless chest, as he held his breath, and cocked his head
slightly to one side, and smiled his most wicked, "get-me" smile. Slowly,
so very slowly, he slid the tip of his pink little tongue out, and moved it
side to side, wetting his lush, full lower lip, then, curled it upward, and
passed it over his upper lip, before easing it back into his mouth, as he
pursed those full lips onto a saucy little pout, forming a perfect oval of
inviting, glistening, soft, young mouth. He instinctively knew the
inference he was creating, almost an invitation, luring any living,
breathing, man to boil over with the desire to penetrate that lush little
mouth, to feel the softness of those pillowy full lips surrounding his
manhood, as it slid into the unbelievable warmth, and softness, that surely
must lie beyond. He held the pose, eyes closed, as his hand moved into his
lap, and fingered his rigid boyhood, gliding the extended finger over its
hardness, as he moaned softly in pleasure, still preening for Lawson's
rapidly snapping camera lens, as the soft whir of the motorized aperture
hummed as it zoomed in and out, alternating the captured images of the
incredibly sexy young boy with close-ups, and wider shots.

   Lawson all but drooled, his jaw agape, and his cock leaking like a
defective faucet, as he snapped shot after shot, unable to stop, as he felt
the raw sexuality emanating from the boy, and he was absolutely sure that
rarely, hell, if ever, had he witnessed such an amazing level of pure
wantonness from even the most professional, and experienced, of models. And
this, he told himself, from a twelve year old virgin...simply amazing...the
boy absolutely spoke to the lens with his sultry expressions, and moves,
and clearly what he said, without even trying, or possibly without even
being aware of it was, clearly, get me...fuck me...!

   The boy shifted then, and stood, as Lawson aimed the camera lower,
quickly capturing a dozen shots of the boy's protruding crotch, searing
images of the erected boy nail nearly visibly pulsing, as it strained
against the very tight shorts. He groaned loudly then, as the boy moved his
small, and slender fingers to the waist of the shorts, and tugged them
downward, exposing the tiny, snow-white briefs, as the shorts slid down his
colt-like legs to puddle at his feet. Turning full-on to the camera then,
and to the desperate man behind it, the boy once again assumed his earlier
pose, arms extended fully above his head, his satin smooth chest, puffy
little nipples, and totally hairless underarms all fully exposed, accenting
perfectly the tiny white briefs, so very packed with the granite hard
boyhood, and the mouth-watering lump of scrotum, all of which gave way to
the shapely, and completely hairless young legs. Lawson was shaking like a
dog passing peach seeds, barely able to manipulate the shutter button, and
his breath passed through his wide open mouth in ragged gasps, as the boy
slowly lowered his hands, and began slowly rolling the small briefs down,
beginning at the elastic waist band, and rolling the taut material in small
rolls, one, then another, and still another, until just the whisper of
faint, and silky pubic hairs eased into view, and he stopped, once more
raising his arms, and clasping his delicate fingers above his head, as he
smiled saucily to the camera, and to Lawson, and said, his youthful voice
very nearly a girlish lilt,

   "Gee, Mr. Lawson...I think maybe we better do that talking now, Sir...you
know...about the extra pay for the...."special" modeling....?"

(To Be Continued)
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