Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2006 14:32:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jason's Blue Bicycle (5)

   Jason managed to get through dinner with his Mother, struggling to keep
his attention on her idle chatter, and make appropriate responses so as to
not arouse her suspicions. It wasn't as easy as it might sound, given that
his mind kept wandering back to the afternoon at Mr. Lawson's studio, and
the things he had done there. As he pictured himself naked in front of the
man, and, oh jeez, actually rubbing his stiff little weenie until his stuff
sprayed all over that black cloth, he felt his penis go stiff in his
shorts, and he squirmed on his chair, bringing his thighs close together in
a attempt to keep it hidden from his Mom, who was still blabbering away at
him about something.

   Oh man, he thought, his small balls tingling with excitement, that was
pretty amazing, doing that "special" modeling thing, and being all naked,
and hard, with Mr. Lawson watching him, and taking, like, a ton of pictures
of him, even some video, when he was playing with himself, and shooting his
stuff. I was maybe a little bit scared, like right at first, he thought,
but actually, I really kind of liked doing it, too, after I sorta got used
to being all naked with him all seeing me, and, jeez, taking pictures of me
like that, too. His little erection gave a shudder, as he remembered
himself standing proudly naked, and erect, his fist flying over his little
stiffy until it sprayed, as Mr. Lawson cheered him on, and ran his
camcorder, and camera.

   A sudden vision of the blue bicycle swam through his mind then, and he
reflexively smiled widely, as he pictured himself pedaling the beautiful
new bike through town, with all his friends watching, and wishing they had
a bike like that. His Mother caught the wide grin, and smiled at him,
cocking her head slightly, as she asked,

   "What, honey, you look awfully happy, all of a sudden...you must be
thinking happy thoughts...?"

   He blinked, realizing that she was asking him a question, and he forced
his attention back to the present, and mumbled some innocuous reply, given
that he had no clue what she had actually asked.

   His mother chuckled, shaking her head, as she reached out and tousled
his soft, shaggy hair, and said,

   "Never mind, sweetie, it's not important...you must be tired...you can
go ahead and get your shower, if you want, then watch some TV until
bedtime..."

   He nodded, then, stalled, waiting for her to get up, and leave the room,
so that he could stand up without showing the boner that poked sharply at
the front of his small shorts. Finally, she stood, and gathered her plate,
and his, and moved off to the sink, giving Jason the opportunity to jump
up, and quickly exit the kitchen, his rigid penis pointing the way. He went
to his bedroom, and dug clean, fresh PJ's from his drawer, then, went to
the bathroom, and closed the door. He turned toward the large mirror that
hung on the wall behind the vanity, and looked at his tented crotch,
giggling at the obvious protrusion of his stiff boy dick.

   Moving quickly, he stripped his tee shirt over his head, and dropped it
to the floor, then, bent down to tug off his shoes, and socks. Facing the
mirror again, he slowly lowered the shorts down his smooth, hairless legs,
and stepped out of them, then, straightened, and checked his reflection
once more. He giggled again, turning slightly sideways, as he checked out
his penis poking at his small briefs. He placed his hands on top of his
head, and wiggled his hips, thrusting his hard penis at his image in the
mirror several times, as he thought again about Mr. Lawson, and how he had
seemed to really like seeing him undressed, and, really, really, like
watching him do jackoffs. He felt his face grow warm, and a glance at the
mirror showed his blushing cheeks, as he idly wondered how come Mr. Lawson
had put that black cloth in front of his dick when he got ready to do
squirts, but he shrugged his slender shoulders, as he giggled again,
remembering the really funny look the old man had on his face when he
watched him make stuff all over the cloth. That just feels so really cool,
he thought to himself, way better than before, when he just got the tingle
feelings, but no stuff came out. He remembered how scared he had gotten
that first time the stuff flew out of his dick, and how he worried that he
had broken it, or hurt it, until Robby, an older kid at the park, had
talked about his "cums," and how all boy's did that, once they got hairs by
their dicks. Jason quickly stripped off his small briefs then, and leaned
closer to the mirror, carefully checking for any new sprouts that may have
enhanced the ten, or twelve that he had counted on his smooth groin. He
couldn't be sure, as fine, and sparse, as the few silky strands were, but
he contented himself with the thought that there was, indeed, a few more in
evidence tonight.

   Standing straight once more, he again folded his hands atop his soft
hair, and wiggled his small hips, thrusting his proud little boy nail at
his reflected image several times, as his boner bounced, and swayed. He
twisted sideways, and thrust some more, giggling at the image of his
bouncing penis, then, faced the mirror again, and spread his legs wide. He
looked at the smooth little pouch that dangled between his satin smooth
thighs, and wiggled again, giggling some more, as the taut little sac swung
slightly back and forth, causing a really nice feeling in his small
balls. He turned again, and bent slightly from the waist, then, peered over
his shoulder to check out his tight little buns, and his crack, in the
reflection, and giggled some more, as he reached behind him, and pulled the
firm little globes apart, baring his tiny pink wrinkle to his view. He let
his finger dip into the warm crevice, and lightly pass over the tiny ridges
of firm tissue that surrounded his hole, and shuddered slightly at the
strange sensation that always washed over him whenever he touched there. He
shivered slightly, remembering what Robby, and the other older boy's at the
park had talked about, teasing, as they told each other to bend over so
that they could "cornhole," or "butt-fuck," their "pussy's." He eyed the
tiny oval closely, thinking that there was probably no way that anything
could actually go in that tiny little place, and besides, it was there to
let stuff out, not in, right...? So, he decided, the "butt-fucking" thing
must actually mean something different than he thought it meant. He moved
his fingertip back to prod at the small muscle again, and pushed into it,
flinching sharply, as his anal ring contracted in defense. He removed his
finger then, and shrugged again, forgetting for the moment his curiosity
with his pink little pucker, and moved to the shower stall.

   He got the water adjusted, and stepped in, soaping his slender young
body form top to bottom, concentrating an unnecessary amount of effort, and
time, on slowly soaping, and stroking his still very stiff penis, and tight
little ball sac. He rinsed then, and got out, drying himself with one of
the big, fluffy towels his Mom kept in the cabinet. He reached for his
pajama top, and shrugged into it, running up the snaps that ran down the
front, then, picked up the bottoms, shaking them out, as he prepared to
step into them. Before he could actually lift his foot to insert it into
the leg of the pajama's, the bathroom door suddenly swung open, and his
Mother's silhouette filled the door frame, causing Jason to shriek loudly,
as he realized that his Mother was staring at his rigidly erect penis where
it jutted off his groin.

   "MOM...!" he squealed, his hands flying to try to conceal his boner from
view, as he bent from the waist in further attempt to hide his excited
nakedness.

  As if frozen to the spot, Jason's Mother stared wide eyed at her twelve
year old son's very erect penis, and quickly registered surprise at its
development, and the sparse strands of pubic hair at its base, as well as
the impressive plumpness, and definite dangle, of his smooth scrotum. She
took all of this information in in a matter of a second or three, then,
rapidly recovered, and realized the horror she was doubtless inflicting on
her young son, and she quickly backed out of the doorway, muttering,

   "Oh, honey...I'm SO sorry...I...um...well, I AM sorry...!"

   The door swung closed once more, and Jason straightened, feeling his
face nearly glowing with radiant warmth, as he considered the fact that his
Mother had just seen him nearly naked, and worse, boned to the max. He
stared down at his pulsing erection, and actually thought that it was even
harder than it had been before she came in, and, as he thought about the
whole incident, he felt a decided tingling feeling in his balls. Jeez, he
thought, what a day this was turning out to be, first Mr. Lawson sees him
all naked, and all boned up, then actually jacking, and squirting, and now,
his Mother had seen him naked as well, and boned! Without giving it much
more thought, his hand moved to his exposed crotch, and gripped his stiff
penis, stroking it madly, as he idly wondered what it was about being seen
all naked, and hard, that made him excited this way. As the sweet feelings
flowed through his slender body, he picked up the pace of his stroking, and
in a matter of a minute, or so, was spraying his creamy cum pellets all
over the vanity, as he watched his eruption in the large mirror.

   His knees suddenly went weak, and a panting Jason leaned onto the vanity
top, sucking in deep gulps of air, as he savored the ebbing after-glow of
the intense, and sudden, orgasm. Jeez, he thought, that was really
intense...like, I couldn't have not done that, even if Mom was still
watching...jeez...! He let his gaze focus on the numerous small puddles of
his semen where they dotted the smooth surface of the vanity top, and, as
if of it's own volition, his hand moved forward, and he slid his fingers
through the still warm puddles, and giggled softly, as he lifted his slimy
fingers to his face, and sniffed the aroma of his offering. He sniffed
again, not finding the faint odor of, what...?...bleach, maybe, unpleasant,
but more curious, as he idly wondered why he had never thought to smell it
before. He inhaled another sniff of the slick fluid, then, again without
thought, slid the fingers inside his mouth, and sucked them. The slightly
acrid flavor washed over his tongue, and stimulated his taste buds,
creating a funny little ache along his jaw line, as he sucked the fingers,
and pondered the taste of his juice, finding it a new, and not at all
unseemly, experience. He removed the now tasteless fingers from his mouth,
and giggled at his reflection in the glass, then, the remnants of the
orgasm having cooled; he straightened, and pulled on the pants of his
pajamas. He took one more quick glance down at his now covered crotch, and
was actually relieved to note that his erection was gone, and his now
flaccid, and sated, little penis was adequately concealed from view, so he
opened the bathroom door, and moved down the hall to his room.

   Jason switched on his TV, then, propped up his pillows, and laid down on
his bed, his back against the pillows, as he flipped through the channels
with his remote. A soft knock came at his door, and he called out that it
was ok to come in, and his Mother entered his room, a sheepish expression
on her face. Jason looked at her, having all but forgotten the shocking
little bathroom scene, and smiled warmly. She moved across the room, and
sat down on the edge of his bed, reaching out to lightly ruffle his soft
hair, as she said softly her face glowing slightly,

   "Honey...I...well, I'm so sorry...I should never have just walked in on
you that way...I wasn't even thinking, I guess...it's just that, to me, you
are still my little boy...even though its quite clear that you...well...you
really aren't such a little boy any longer...uh...yes...well...you are
definitely becoming a young man...and much too soon, I might add...but, non
the less, you deserve your privacy...and, I apologize, honey....really I
do...!"

   Jason listened attentively, as he wondered, now that the initial shock
had passed, what the big deal was, anyway...his Mom had been seeing him
naked since he was born, like maybe hundreds of times...just
not...recently...since he had really changed...down there...but still, she
was just Mom, so, whatever...

   He shrugged, turning his attention back to the TV, as he said,

   "It's cool, Mom...yea, you pretty much, like, scared the
shi...crap...outa me, is all...but, yea, its all cool...you're the Mom,
right...and...well...you seen me naked lots before, anyhow...just maybe
not...well...you know...anyhow...its all cool..."

   Relieved that the boy wasn't, apparently, going to freak out over the
experience, his Mother relaxed some, and again ruffled his hair, and smiled
warmly, as she said,

   "That is really sweet, honey....thanks for that, too...I was afraid that
my intruding that way might set you back several years...I just want you to
know, Jason, that I never want to cause you embarrassment...or pry in any
way about...well...boy things, I guess...and I want you to always feel that
you can talk to me about...boy things...you know...?"

   Jason studied his Mother for a moment, trying to decide exactly what she
meant by "boy things," and whether or not the term might include such
things as jack offs, squirting stuff, or, an explanation as to why he felt
so excited at being seen naked, especially by adults, like Mr. Lawson, and,
well, even her, since her seeing his boner had really excited him. As much
as he was burning to ask about these things, he decided that it might not
actually be a good idea to let on about what had taken place at Lawson's
studio earlier, and, he hoped, was going to continue tomorrow, so, he just
nodded, and gave her a warm smile, as she once again fooled with his hair,
then, leaned over, and kissed his cheek, then, stood up, and walked over to
the door. She stopped, and smiled back at him, saying,

   "OK, sweetie...don't stay up too late, now...have a good sleep, and I
love you...oh, and tomorrow I am going to be out most of the day with
appointments, so you behave, ok, and call my cell if you need
anything.....'night, honey..."

   Jason lifted his hand, and blew his Mom a kiss across the room, then, as
she closed the door, turned his attention back to the television, and
sighed, as he murmured under his breath,

   "Mothers....go figure..."

   Jason came slowly awake, opening first one eye, then both, as he
blinked, realizing that bright sunlight filled his bedroom. He stretched,
and ran his hand under the blanket, and over his crotch, closing his
fingers around his morning erection, as he squeezed it, shuddering
slightly, as the good sensations coursed through his lithe young body. He
withdrew the hand, then, eased it under the waist of the pajama bottom, and
gripped his bare boner, again stroking it, before moving lower to tug at
his marble sized balls. He groaned softly, relishing the sensation of the
small orbs moving around inside the soft pouch, and he considered jacking
off, only to surrender to the stronger urge to get up, and go pee. He
sighed, reluctantly dragging his hand out of his PJ's, and rolled out of
bed, stood, and headed off to the bathroom. As he padded down the hallway,
the urge to relieve his bladder increased, and he hurried to the commode,
and quickly swung up the seat with one hand, as he tugged down his pajama
bottom with the other, freeing his half-erect penis. He gripped the stalk
in his fingers, and forced it downward, aiming at the bowel, as he relaxed
his straining pelvic muscles, and released a strong stream of urine into
the bowel. Giggling softly, he steered his draining penis in small circles,
painting criss-cross currents in the water with his pee, as his aching
bladder relaxed, and drained.

   When it finally ended, he shook the now soft member a few times, then,
tucked it away, and moved to wash his hands at the sink. He brushed his
small, even, teeth then, and left the bathroom, moving into the kitchen,
where he got the orange juice from the fridge, and filled a large glass
with the sweet smelling juice. He sipped at the juice as he rummaged in the
pantry closet, and extracted a box of cereal, and fished the milk carton
off the fridge door. He filled a bowel with his favorite cereal, added
milk, and sat down at the breakfast bar to eat his breakfast. Finished, he
washed his bowel, and spoon, drained off the OJ, and rinsed the glass,
then, loaded the whole collection into the dishwasher. He put away the
milk, and returned to his room, where he rifled through his dresser,
deciding what clothes to wear. He decided on fresh briefs, a soft blue
color, and a pair of small shorts, similar to the ones he had worn the day
before, and another tee shirt. He moved to his bed, and laid out his
choices, then, peeled his pajama's off, leaving him naked, as he stood next
to his bed. He stepped into the small briefs, and slid them up his shapely
legs, and adjusted his small package to a comfortable position, then,
repeated the motion with the shorts. He pulled the tee over his head, and
fluffed out his hair with his fingers, then, sat on the bed to put on
socks, and his tennies. Dressed, he hurried through the house, and outside,
locking the door behind him. He bounded down the sidewalk to the street,
then, turned left, and walked rapidly toward Mr. Hamilton's bike shop, the
awesome blue bike of his dreams already pictured in his mind as he went.

   Reaching the shop, Jason went inside, and waved a greeting to
Mr. Hamilton, who was occupied adjusting a chain on an upside down bike at
his work bench. Jason turned immediately to his shiny blue dream, and stood
reverently stroking the satin smooth frame, and lovingly fingering the
shiny chrome wheels, and thin spokes. Oh man, he thought, I just gotta own
this bike, I just gotta....and soon, too....dang, it is just so
awesome...jeez...! The thought of ownership, and more importantly, soon,
turned his thoughts to Mr. Lawson, and the "special" modeling that would,
indeed, provide the necessary funding to accomplish the ownership of the
dazzling blue bicycle, and he moved back toward the shops door, again
waving to Mr. Hamilton, as he exited, and hurried on toward Lawson's
studio, his ever randy penis already beginning to unfurl inside his snug
little shorts.

   Reaching the studio, he fingered open the gate latch, and walked up to
the open door, and knocked on the screen door, softly calling Lawson's
name.

   Mr. Lawson's deep voice resounded from within the studio, as he called,

   "Yes...?....Jason, my boy...is that you, Son...?...come in, no need to
knock...come right in, Son...!"

   Jason pulled open the screen, and stepped inside, his eyes slowly
adjusting to the dim interior, as he perceived the large hulk of Mr. Lawson
moving toward him from the rear of the studio. He looked in that direction,
and smiled broadly, as he said,

   "Good morning, Sir...I hope I'm not too early...just...I guess I'm sort
of eager to get working...and earn more money for the bike, Sir..."

  Lawson came to a stop in front of the boy, and reached out his big hand,
clasping Jason's shoulder, and kneading the soft, pliable flesh, as he
replied, coursing with enthusiasm,

   "Too early...?...heavens, no...I am always an early starter myself, and,
I have certainly been anxious for my new "special" model to arrive...and
yes, Boy, you are exactly right...there is much work to be done...and money
to be earned...all in the interest of you pedaling that cute little butt
around town on that amazing blue bicycle...indeed... and soon, as well...!"

   Jason blushed sweetly at the candid reference to his butt, and the
suggestion that Lawson thought it was cute, and he giggled, party at the
comment, and party because of the nervous excitement he felt at again doing
the "special" modeling job. He made no real response to the remarks, but
merely nodded his head, as he grinned brightly, and moved forward,
following Lawson's beckoning fingers, as he moved toward the back of the
studio, and the "special" photography studio area. The two went through the
big, heavy door that divided the two area's of the studio, and Lawson
slammed shut the large door with a resounding bang, then pushed home the
bolt that locked it. He flipped the wall switch next to the door that lit
the prominent sign outside the door that read "Shoot in progress, no
entry." Mr. Lawson had explained yesterday that the sign was to prevent any
passersby from inadvertently opening the door at a critical time that might
risk admission of foreign light that could possibly overexpose a pose, and
ruin what might well be a memorable shot.

   The abject security of the studio handled, Lawson moved about the small
space, turning on various spot lights, and adjusting the positions of the
funny looking umbrella-like things on the stands. He moved to the work
table, and checked his camera's, and his camcorder, and made sure they were
all loaded with fresh memory cards, and discs, then, turned to Jason, and
motioned him over to the small day bed that stood against one wall that was
draped in a dark velvet cloth as a backdrop. As Jason approached, Lawson
leaned over, and scooped the boy off the floor by sliding his meaty hands
in his smooth arm pits, and effortlessly lifting him. He put him on the day
bed, standing, then, stepped back slightly, his eyes surveying the boy from
top, to bottom, pausing to carefully eye his crotch area on both the down,
and up, passes. Jason felt a stirring inside his small briefs, as he
realized that the man was definitely checking out his package, and he
giggled softly, as he felt his penis react to the attention, and grow fully
stiff. Lawson let his hungry gaze linger on Jason's swelling package,
savoring the rapid tenting of the small shorts, and shook his head slowly,
marveling at the wonders of youthful boys, then, stepped closer, and
lightly fingered Jason's newly erected penis on the outside of the shorts,
as he smiled, and said,

   "Ah yes, my boy....lovely...we are eager to begin earning that bicycle,
aren't we...?...well, excellent, because I, too, am quite eager to begin
work...after all, my living depends on this "special" modeling work, as
well....so then...lets just have off with your shirt, and the shorts, too,
I think...we got a good selection of those clothed shots yesterday...we can
save some time...and, of course, earn faster money...if we just jump
straight to the naked shots....if that seems ok with you, Mr. "special"
model...?"

   Jason shuddered as the man ran his thick finger up and down the length
of his erection, the tingly feeling strong in his small balls, and he
blushed deeply, feeling the warmth flood his cheeks, but he nodded his
agreement, and quickly striped his tee over his head, and dropped it on the
small bed. He stood straight, looking at the man for direction, and Lawson
stood stalk still, his eyes soaking up the sight of the bare chested
youngster, and the creamy smoothness of his blemish-free chest, and soft
little tummy, and, the slightly puffy nipples that dotted that perfect
chest. He lingered again on the tented shorts, then, took in the colt-like
legs of the boy, so perfectly shaped, and so incredibly smooth, and
hairless. He was tempted to just bend down, and lick those amazing legs
from ankle to crotch, but restrained himself, again thinking, all in good
time...no need to spook the lad.

  Moving closer to the boy, Lawson murmured small words of encouragement,
repeatedly referring to his as his best "special" model, as he gripped the
waist of the small shorts, and eased them down, revealing the very sexy,
and seriously tented, tiny blue briefs the boy wore, and he all but drooled
over the sight of the thin garment straining to contain the very excited
boyhood. Barely controlling his imposing urge to run his hands all over the
delicious boy, Lawson stepped back slightly, and instructed the lad to
place his hands on top of his head, causing his prominent erection to poke
straight out from his slender body, as Lawson rapidly gulped down the
copious saliva that flooded his mouth.

   "Lovely, Jason...just excellent....I love the blue briefs...a very nice
touch, Son...good work...and, I think, we will have a few shots of those
first...the ones yesterday were the white brief...so, these will make a
nice contrast...now, son...just relax, and follow my instructions
carefully, and we will make a lot of money for us both..." he told the boy,
who nodded excitedly at the prospect of earning his way to ownership of the
dazzling blue bicycle. Lawson gathered up the camcorder, and fixed it on
the tripod, then picked up his digital camera, and snapped away, as he
guided the stunning youth through increasingly sexual poses in the tiny
blue briefs.

   Over the next hour and a half, Lawson posed his youthful star in
literally dozens of incredibly sexy shots, ranging from standing, and
stretching his lithe body tautly, to reclining on the bed, as he captured
shot after shot, both front exposure, and rear, as he zoomed in on that
sculpted little ass, and the inviting cleft that divided the perfect
melons. Finally, he called a break, and Jason went off to use the
facilities, and dig a cold soda out of the old refrigerator in the corner,
as Lawson made equipment adjustments, and reloaded fresh memory cards. As
Jason resumed his position on the small day bed, Lawson decided the time
had arrived to amp things up a bit, and go for the real "money" shots, to
wit; full on nudes of his delicious "special" model.

   He gave Jason a pep-talk, adding heavy emphasis to the money earning
angle of the extra-special naked posing, and Jason listened carefully, all
the while being secretly super-excited at the prospect of again being seen
naked by this adult, and of doing some of the things he had done the
previous session, maybe even including another jack off for the camera to
capture his squirts. If that were enough by itself to ignite the boys
overcharged sexuality, the added idea of soon owning the most awesome blue
bike in the world certainly did. Jason eagerly skinned out of the tiny blue
briefs the instant he was asked to, and, deftly launched into execution of
every provocative pose, and action, that his mentor suggested. His rigid
boy nail was throbbing with need throughout the ensuing session, and, by
the time he assumed the latest pose directed, the plum-shaped helmet that
capped the head of his sculpted penis was near purple, and shining wetly
with his steadily flowing precum.

   Lawson directed the naked boy to once more stand tall on the small bed,
and entwine his hands above his head, as he thrust his slim hips slightly
forward, and parted his coltish legs widely, a posture that served to jut
his gleaming penis sharply forward from his smooth groin, making it, and
the wetly shining cap, the focal point of the close-up shot, but also
highlighted his smooth, and plump, little ball pouch, as it dangled
temptingly between his spread, and satin smooth thighs. Lawson dropped to
his knees next to the bed, and scooted in close, aiming the lens slightly
upward to capture a series of rapid exposures focused on the boy's
beautiful erection, and those entirely edible little balls, and he hoarsely
instructed the boy to turn slightly this way, and that, and thrust forward,
causing the rigid appendage to bounce slightly, as the snug pouch swayed
heavily below. The zoom lens allowed Lawson the perfect, slightly magnified
view of the lads dripping penis, and he felt his breath catch in his
throat, as he watched through the view finder, as a tiny pearl of precum
oozed from the small slit to slowly drizzle across the satin smooth head of
the scrumptious penis, and he groaned deeply, the temptation quickly
proving to be far too much, as he groaned again, and dropped the camera,
and leaned forward, his hand moving to grip the very base of the young
stalk that swayed so very temptingly before his hungry gaze, and his
drooling mouth opening, as he leaned in, and deftly engulfed that amazing
stalk of boyhood perfection deeply inside his mouth.

   Jason yelped in surprise, his entire body suddenly engulfed in the most
amazing sensation he had ever felt in his young life, and he yelped again,
as Lawson began expertly sucking his pulsing penis, as his meaty hand moved
to capture his hanging balls, and manipulate them in such as a way as to
very nearly cause Jason to black out from sheer pleasure overload. He
staggered slightly, the overwhelming sensations overpowering, as his heart
hammered in his chest, and his breathing became ragged, labored, gulps of
air, and he threaded his slim, delicate, fingers into the man's hair,
trying to maintain his fragile balance, as his balls churned in their taut
little sac.

   "OHhhhh....Ohhhhh....wow....jeez....!" chirped the boy, as Lawson tossed
all caution to the wind, and applied every skill he had ever possessed as a
cocksucker, rapidly driving the stunned boy to the edge, eager as he was to
feel, and taste, the creamy young ejaculate flood his mouth.

   Jason's continued a steady cadence of small mews, and moans, as the man
slathered over his drooling penis, and tugged at his balls, as his other
hand threaded behind him to firmly cup the perfect little globe of his ass,
and his hips bucked, pumping into the man's amazing mouth, as his balls
churned stronger, rapidly generating his youthful essence to grant the mans
deepest wish. Jason felt it then, the familiar tingle deep inside his
balls, followed immediately by the reflexive thrust of his hips that forced
his penis deeper into the mans mouth, as his balls drew up tightly, and his
penis throbbed strongly, and erupted, spewing forth his warm, creamy
offering in rapid bursts, jetting again, and again, into the man's
swallowing mouth, until his knees literally buckled under him, and he
folded as though he had been shot, falling to the narrow bed, gasping for
air, as his fully spent penis slid out of the man's well creamed mouth with
a popping sound. He panted, and gasped, lying limp across the bed, as the
man noisily smacked his lips, savoring every drop of the precious fluid the
young boy had deposited over his tongue, then, slid down onto the narrow
bed beside the trembling boy, and held him close, as he planted soft, sweet
kisses into his fragrant hair, and muttered endearing little phrases of
absolute praise for the very best "special" model, ever.....

(to Be Continued)
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