Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 14:09:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason's Blue Bicycle (3)

   Lawson was completely frozen in place, his eyes wide, and fixated on the
nearly naked twelve year old boy who posed before him. The lithe young body
was concealed only by white half-socks, and a tiny pair of white briefs,
which he had rolled downward from the waist to expose the beginnings of the
few wispy pubic hairs that had begun to sprout from his creamy smooth
groin. His proud boyhood was fully erect, and poked strongly against the
wisp of material that barely covered it, and his boyish face held a sweet,
and very sexy smile, as he tantalized the older man with his coquettish
pose.

   Transfixed as he was, Lawson was certainly no fool, and he continued to
snap digital pictures of the teasing boy as quickly as he could operate the
camera shutter. His little side-line website would doubtless flourish
nicely when he offered up this batch of photo's of the delicious boy, and
God knew he needed the money. From the very beginning he had harbored high
hopes of gleaning a supply of provocative photo's of the older teen
assistant that he had been carefully grooming for the enterprise, and those
hopes of easy money had been dashed, when the teen had balked at the first
suggestion of such posing for the old man, and bolted, abandoning his
position as Lawson's assistant. But then, as if in answer to his prayers,
young Jason had appeared on his doorstep, albeit much younger than the
first boy, but certainly more willing to participate, being highly
motivated in his own right by an inane desire for a new blue
bicycle. Whatever wise sage it had been that had proclaimed that money
itself was, in fact, not a motivator was very definitely, in Lawson's
humble opinion, open to debate.

   Jason rocked up onto the balls of his feet, and thrust his swollen
boyhood in Lawson's direction, and rolled his tiny little butt, causing
Lawson to gag slightly, as his feverish gaze strained to see through the
cloth of the boy's barely-there underpants, and the boy giggled at his
strained reaction, then said,

   "So then, Sir...would you like me to continue...?...want me to just take
these all the way off, so you can make your nakey pictures...?...it's what
you call "special" modeling, right Sir...?...the kind that gets me more
money...um...for the bike, I mean...?"

   Lawson cleared his throat, fully aware that the little heathen was
clearly pressing his advantage to hold him up for additional cash, knowing
full well that the old man wanted nothing more at that moment than to have
the boy gloriously naked, and erect, wide open to his arsenal of digital
memory cards, and variety of cameras. He cleared his throat once more,
aware that at this moment the boy held the upper hand in any negotiation,
and he briefly hated himself, when he heard himself reply,

   "Indeed, young Jason, your carrying on with the removal of your scanty
little panties would most certainly have to be considered as
"special"...very "special," I'm certain...and, therefore, worthy of
additional remuneration beyond mere assistant pay...the question, then,
becomes merely one of, how much?"

   Jason gave one more roll-over of the scant cloth that clung saucily to
his boyhood, revealing still more of the creamy skin of his groin, and just
the bare beginning of his boyish stalk to the man's hungry gaze, as he
smiled sweetly, and answered,

   "Well, Sir...owning that blue bike, as soon as possible, is, like, super
important to me, and...well Sir...five dollars per hour you agreed to for
assistant work, so..."special" modeling, I think, Sir...should be more like
maybe ten dollars, Sir..?"

   While Lawson did a fast mental calculation of the number, and types, of
poses he could likely capture in a couple of hours, weighed against the
likely proceeds the result would produce at the website, Jason did a
similar exercise, deducing that it would take as much as five days of
"special" posing at the ten dollar hourly rate to acquire sufficient funds
to purchase the dream bike. Reaching a decision, Lawson again cleared his
throat loudly, and pronounced,

   "Ten it is then, young man, commencing the moment those little whiteys
hit the floor, plus the five per hour you already earned doing the
assistant work."

   Jason's pretty young face lit up, reflecting the excitement he felt at
the looming prospect of his ownership of the blue bike, and also with the
flush of youthful excitement that he felt at the idea of exposing his naked
young body to the man, and his cameras. He nodded curtly, mumbling a soft
"done," and quickly tugged the remainder of the tightly wound little briefs
down his slender legs, and stepped out of them. He at first turned part way
away from the man, and Lawson emitted a deep groan at the sight of the boys
pert little butt, so very, very, white, and creamy, the twin little globes
perfectly molded, nearly sculpted, and the ever so tantalizing cleft
dividing them capturing his full attention, and that of his faithful camera
lens.

   Jason felt the flush, and the accompanying warmth, fill his face, as he
sucked in a breath, and slowly turned his body toward the man, completely
naked now, save for the small white socks covering his feet, and he folded
his arms behind his back, hands clasped, and lowered his chin to his satin
smooth chest, as he stopped, fully facing the older man. He was excited, as
was certainly evidenced by the stiff little prong that jutted proudly forth
from his groin, and, at the same time embarrassed to be standing naked
before the adult, and his flush increased some, as he heard the motorized
lens of the camera whirring softly as Lawson reeled off pictures as rapidly
as possible.

   "Look up no, Jason...look right at me now, Son....good boy...very good...oh
God, Jason...you're beautiful, Son...absolutely...just...so very beautiful...!"
he moaned, his own cock so very hard that it ached uncomfortably in his
seriously tented slacks.

   Jason lifted his chin, and opened his eyes, looking directly into the
eye of the camera that Lawson held, and he shuddered slightly, causing his
erection to bounce before him, and his taut little scrotum to swing a
bit. Lawson gulped, zeroing the camera onto Jason's delicious little boy
nail, and it's perfectly shaped little helmet, and he quickly snapped off a
dozen shots, as he encouraged the boy, saying,

   "Excellent, Jason...perfect...now, son...do that hands-over-your-head thing
again...and...maybe thrust your pelvis toward me just a little...yes...oh,
God...yes...!" he enthused, as the boy shyly executed the maneuvers, and
Lawson awkwardly reached to adjust his drooling cock in his suddenly very
tight pants.

   Lawson guided the boy through a series of ever escalating poses, each
more erotic, and daring, than the preceding, and Jason had greatly warmed
to the task, his confidence, and horniness, rapidly growing with the
passing of time, and the familiarity with being naked, and erect, in front
of the cameras. His rigid four inches of boy meat throbbed with desire, and
growing need, and the slightly blue-toned cap glistened wetly under the
bright lights, and Jason very nearly leapt at the chance to touch it, as
Lawson quietly suggested that he stroke it a bit for the video camcorder
that he had now deployed in addition to the still camera.

   Not letting himself dwell on the feeling of trepidation that nagged at
his sub-conscious, Jason boldly reached for, and grasped, his rock hard
penis, deftly gliding his fist over it's slender girth, as his knees
buckled slightly, and intense feelings of pleasure washed over his
trembling young body. He quickly fell into a familiar rhythm, stroking his
boyhood expertly, just as he had done countless times before in the privacy
of his bedroom, or bathroom, forgetting that the camera, and the camcorder,
were capturing his every move.

   "Perfect, Jason...just amazing, lad....indeed...so very
hot...beautiful...just like that, boy....yes...spread those pretty legs just a
little, Son...good...perfect...now...maybe the other hand, Jason...?...play with
those sweet little balls just a bit, too...?...excellent, son...just...oh
God...excellent...!" croaked Lawson, his own free hand groping his cock
outside his now wet slacks.

   Jason idly wondered how Lawson knew how much he liked touching, and
tugging, his marble sized balls while he jacked his hard cock, but
dismissed the thought, just happy to be asked to do exactly what he liked
best, anyway. He felt the familiar tingle start deep in his balls as he
worked them in the crinkled sac, and his stroking fist gained some speed,
and grip, as he felt the small spasms pulse thorough his granite hard
penis. He moaned softly, then, emitted a small squeaking noise, as he
rocked forward, rising onto his tip-toes, his balls seriously tingling now,
as he closed his palm around the small pouch, and tugged downward on it. A
tear drop of clear fluid oozed slowly from the tiny slit on his nearly
purple cock head, and he groaned again, as did Lawson, as he watched the
shiny fluid emerge to drool over the satin smooth little cap of the boy's
penis.

   "Can you catch that, Jason...?...just there, Son...quick...with your
finger...that's it...good...excellent...now, Son...lick that...yes...good...slip
the finger right inside, Son..excellent....oh God
yes...fucking....excellent...!"hissed Lawson, clearly on the edge of loosing
it.

   Jason reacted quickly, capturing the tiny drivel of fluid with his
fingertip, and, following Lawson's lead, moved the finger to his lush lips,
and slid it inside his mouth. His taste buds instantly reacted, a minor
aching sensation running along his jaw line, as his tongue swabbed at the
slick essence, and it's nutty flavor registered in his brain, and he
smacked his lush lips loudly, deciding that he liked the flavor, and the
very idea, as his mind registered the curiosity as to whether his actual
ejaculate would taste the same, or different.

   Jason's young nerve centers were rapidly reaching overload now, the
myriad of sensations, and new simulations all amassing to push his young
body to it's limit, and soon, beyond. He felt his small balls tighten, and
roll up into his groin, as he again rolled up on his toes, and quickened
his strokes, as his very red, and rigid, penis bucked and throbbed in his
hand, and he groaned, deep, and long, startling Lawson from his
reverie. Realizing his young charge was suddenly on the very verge of
ejaculation, he moved quickly, grabbing a black velvet cloth from his
table, and spreading it in front of the masturbating young boy, and
dropping to his knees directly in front to him, scant inches from the
leaking head of his pretty little boyhood.

   "Good lad, Jason..." intoned Lawson, his hungry gaze, and his cameras,
completely focused on the pulsing stalk before him, so close that he
savored the boyish aroma, and the oozing excitement, that poured steadily
from the tiny, gaping slit. "Right onto the cloth, now Son...be sure
now...just squirt all that sweet boy juice right onto the cloth...that's a
good lad...so very hot...God...I just want to...God...inhale you... that amazing
young rod...balls....oh God...Jason....!"

   Jason heard the man speaking, groaning actually, but was much too far
gone to understand the words, or care, as his orgasm began deep inside his
balls, and charged forward at warp speed, churning his young balls into a
froth, as his meager fluids ripped through the length of his jerking penis,
and erupted. He let out a loud roar of pleasure, and thrust his slim hips
forward, adding force, and trajectory to his ejaculation, as jet after jet
of his youthful semen volleyed forth, spraying bullets of his white cream
over the black velvet, where it landed in several creamy puddles, as he
grunted with each eruption, until it was finished, and he sighed heavily,
and let his knees fold under his weight, as he slowly dropped to the floor,
exhausted, and trembling with pleasure.

   Lawson watched eagerly, spellbound, his camera, and camcorder, capturing
every little nuance, and spurt, as the boy spilled forth his creamy
essence, perfectly sliming the dark cloth, exactly as Lawson had hoped. He
managed to zoom in on the spurting cock head, expertly capturing each
volley of boy cream as it was offered, ending his little epic with a
perfectly focused close up of the cream splattered black cloth. Satisfied
beyond his wildest hopes, he abandon the camera equipment, and wrapped the
trembling boy in his strong arms, and held him, stroking his soft hair, and
cooing into his small ear, as the heady aromas of the boys excitement, and
discharge, flooded his senses.

   "Absolutely wonderful, young Jason...excellent beyond imagination...you,
Son, are a natural....and...a star...my star...!" he murmured softly stroking
the boys satin smooth skin, and holding him, as he recovered from his mind
bending orgasm.

   Jason inhaled deeply, then released the breath slowly, as he lifted his
weary head, and smiled coyly at the man that held him, and said,

   "I bet I get my bike really soon....huh, Mr. Lawson...like...really,
really....soon...!"

 (to Be Continued)
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