Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2006 15:55:04 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: JO'S  BOYS - 1

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff or allow minors access but you knew
that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL.

This little series is dedicated to Jo W in Lewes

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JO'S BOYS



1 - Jo's Story



by



G. Cutter





The turn of the century was goood for me, my business had turned the corner
at last. After four years of working from a grotty cellar and dealing by
mail order I'd tied in a deal with some of the 'big boys' down in the West
End (of London that is) and they, in turn had firmed me up contacts with
European studios. The business in question was pornography and more
particularly youth pornography, here we're talking eighteen minus rather
than the American's famous eighteen plus. Porn was taking off big time, or
at least it had in the States and on the Continent and this was due to
computer technology, webcams and the like. I was still in the the stills
business with my digital cameras but I was about to catch up. My downtown
'friends' could clearly see a market in youth and they were pressing me and
funding me at exhorbitant loan rates to modernise which I was doing. Movies
were next up, I needed the capital to equip myself and employ an editor or
learn how to do it for myself. I'd always had an urge for youth and boys in
that order both as love objects and as objects to be admired like a good
painting, a decent film or even a tasty meal. I could actually gain
pleasure from oggling a good looking kid without having the urge to jump
into bed with the said kid. Maybe I was a bit undersexed, maybe I was just
waiting for the right one to come along. Who knows. Love as such hadn't
smitten me yet, lust had but then again they are two totally seperate
things. Aren't they? They are to me anyway.

I'd started in a small way having some money set aside and started off in
partnership with a like minded mate. We'd started off doing regular work
like weddings and christenings but we soon decided that wasn't paying
enough and went into mild pinup of the male variety, after that it was
downhill all the way. The business grew enough for one to make a living but
not two, in the end my mate departed looking for fresher fields to conquer,
he was never very happy with the male scene anyway. Of course, in those
days it was a much more local market, strictly UK only. Jeez, you could
even advertise 'Naturalist nudes. Models wanted' in gay papers and
underground stuff not to mention the photographic magazines. Camcorders
were beginning to be used at last years after our foreign competition
although the black and white business was still booming and if you had the
time and money to go for colour which was a far lengthier and more
expensive process you were quids in (a bit of Old English there fans).

I was a bit concerned when I'd been approached by some rather heavy
customers from Soho, sort of Cockney Mafia but in spite of my misgivings I
found things really began to take off. Not so much open advertising needed
but a lot more phone calls and letters from 'Lonely in Ealing' sort of
thing. These types always wanted contact with my models but I put them
straight onto the Soho guys, that was one aspect I didn't want to get
involved in. My direction of progress seemed to be a greater tie up with
the French and other Continentals who had a hankering after fresh faced
young English kids even if they were innocently frolicking in a bloody
hayfield. They, if not we had appreciated that you could make a living out
of one boy or two provided they were 'cute' or good looking and it didn't
need to be pornographic. You could also make a living out of the same boy
if he was prepared to go one step further. They loved their outdoor stuff
and that suited me fine, I much preferred to work outdoors than in a
depressing basement.

I suppose most of my models were what you would call rent boys, some even
schoolkids but all fully aware of what they were doing and getting paid
pretty decently if I say so myself. I had a 'stable' of kids a bit like
Fagin I suppose and was looking to add to it but the boy or boys had to be
just right.

Just to set the record straight on the Fagin remark. In year 2000 I was
twenty two, a six footer slender rather than thin. brown haired and hazel
eyed. Pretty much your Euro dream boat, ho hum. So I wasn't a bashed up ol'
Jewish pickpocket although Jack Wilde was one of my fancies, I thought the
Lester kid was as wet as a lettuce but there you go.

Anyway, back to the subterranean studio. There I was sitting slurping
coffee and going through the mail on a Wedneday morning with little
Lorenzo, who came upto my shoulder by the way doing his stuff, I've got to
add that his mother was French or Italian, hence the weird name. Loren as I
called him, my friendly neighbourhood gopher was dusting and tidying up, he
appeared to be as thick as a plank and worked part time just fetching and
carrying. He knew quite well what was going on but had no interest other
than covering his arse (literally) and keeping the place clean. He was
thirteen and rather tall for his age, scruffy light brown hair and a rather
rubbery face, a face you would expect to smile a lot more. He was probably
a bit of a comedian with his mates if he had any but with me he was very
shy, almost withdrawn. He'd turned up two days after I'd moved in and at
that time he was little more than a child, apparently he used to fetch and
carry for the last tenants and I took him on more out of pity than anything
else. He turned out to be invaluable making coffee and doing the odd jobs
and all for peanuts, probably explains my comment about him being as thick
as a plank. One of his hidden assets was that he was bi-lingual which
helped with the Continental mail at times. I suppose I should say in spite
of my previous remarks about being a youth fancier, I did fancy little
Loren as I called him but the old strictures of not fouling your own nest
and crapping on your own doorstep held sway. I didn't need an irate mum and
dad trying to beat down my door or beat in my brains because I'd groped
their little boy. He was a sweety all the same... Mr Nice but Dim. How
wrong I was.

I was busy sticking the money orders, cheques (those were the days) and
banknotes in a tin and spreading the order forms out on the desk. Most of
the orders would come from pre printed stock and the remainder would come
from a spate of printing probably later in the day. Some of the stuff I
could send as EMail Attachments and others by post, I hadn't got to the
stage of organising my own site for people to download from and doubted if
I would, my Continental contacts handled that side of things. If I was
feeling lazy I'd leave the lot until the end of the week and have a hairy
day on the computer.

In fact, I wasn't too far from closing down my UK side of things and just
depending on my Dutch, German and French contacts to keep me going, the
money incoming was growing, I just needed a steady supply of fresh faced
English models and I was in clover. I suppose this story is, in part, how
that came about.

'Hello,' I picked the phone up. 'Jet Photographic.' That was my studio by
the way.

'Oi, Jo boy, it's Dirk.'

'OK Dirk. How's things?' Dirk Caulfield was a fellow photographer who I'd
met through his interest in young boys, having said that I had no concrete
evidence to believe he was gay or a boy fancier. I knew that he'd wined and
dined a couple of my more money oriented models but I'd never delved, it
was that sort of relationship. Ask no questions and you get no lies. He was
a world apart from myself insofar as he did catalogue work. You know the
mail order catalogues, Freemans, Kays and that sort of thing. He
photographed everything from little boys in y-fronts to boxes of spanners
and did very well at it as well. Of course his job gave him a few contacts
but it would be dangerous for himself and his career to take advantage of
those contacts, he preferred to deal with me and my 'Second Hand Rose's' if
he felt the need for young company. We had a mutual back scratching society
going but it was a bit on and off, this was his first contact for around
three weeks.

'Alright mate... how's the naturalist world?'

'Bit limp,' I laughed wondering what he was calling about. 'Weather's just
about right for outdoor stuff and I've got a certain lack of fresh faces
and bodies for that matter. I need to do a bit of scouting.'

'I've got someone here who maybe interested.'

'Really? Age?'

'He's a twelve year old boy, a rather independant boy who is driving me
nutty for work.' Dirk explained the situation. 'I've really used him as far
as I can and he still want's work, he's a money sponge. I tried telling him
that he can only do so much but he won't have it.'

'And?'

'I said the only place he has left is down.' Dirk laughed. 'I also told him
that there is a market for little boys in their knickers and even out of
them but that's upto him.'

'And?'

'I suggested you. He's a bit nervy but I told him you were one of the good
guys.'

'He's a bit young but I do need to top up on dicks and bums, you know, the
routine stuff.' I could sense Lorenzo eavesdropping but ignored him as
usual. 'Ain't nature wonderful and all that crap.'

'OK,' Dirk's voice dropped. 'He's mooching about in my studio at the
moment, you will like him, he's a little angel. 'How's about we meet up
around eleven and have an early lunch in your local.'

'Eleven thirty?'

'Fine. See you then. His name is Florian by the way.'

'Really?'

'Dunno,' Dirk laughed. 'That's the name he uses, mate.'

'OK.'

I messed around for an hour or so had a chat with Lorenzo who was his usual
vague self and sent him up the Post Office with the orders I had managed to
complete. He never ceased to amaze me, as I've said, he was thirteen years
old and the long summer school holidays had started but he'd turned up
Monday and seemed quite content just to hang around getting under my feet,
any normal boy would be off doing things with their pals. He was computer
literate to a degree, I knew he buggered about on my machine when I wasn't
around and even oggled my pinup type stuff. I could imagine his face when
he tried to get to the porn aspect. No chance unless he got hold of my
password.  The fact that the place was a fully operational pornographic
studio seemed to complete pass him by, he even chatted to some of the older
boys when they were getting ready for sessions although he always managed
to get clear before the action started, I always made sure that he had no
involvement with the business other than running packets upto the post
box. The pity was that he'd make a good model if I had the courage to ask
him, he had the face and the shape or what I could see of it in his less
than trendy clothing, he tended to dress 'baggy' and let's leave it at
that. A really weird kid, one would have thought he would have dumped the
job in disgust or been scared out of his wits but he just bumbled along as
if the place was newsagents or a sweet shop, very strange.

As the clock moved around I finally went up to street level and crossed the
road to our local pub, Lorenzo was into his comic stash he kept down in the
studio. I didn't know what he did half the time, probably wanked over my
pictures when I was out of it. I was hoping to catch him at it one of these
days but that's another story, a bit of an erotic fantasy.  It was nice and
sunny enough to sit outside but I got to the bar and claimed a table. I
wasn't too sure if Dirk was bringing this kid with him for a viewing as it
were or if he was coming alone. The question was answered soon enough when
my pal showed up, the boy was with him and what a boy. The kid was
absolutely beautiful, probably around the four feet mark, he would have
fitted neatly under Dirk's armpit.  His short brown hair was quiffed up at
the front and he smiled shyly as Dirk said something to him as he came my
way.

'Alright, Jo?' Dirk nodded, we were well past the hand shaking stage. 'Meet
Florian.'

I reached out and took the boy's hand as he politely and formally held his
out to me. 'Nice to meet you Florian. Sit down guys.' I waved them to seats
and gave the waiter a nod. The waiter pranced across with the menus and we
were off. Over half an hour later adequately dined and relaxed it was time
for business. Dirk got the ball rolling.

'Florian is on holiday and basically looking for modelling work. The
negative on that is that we have used him well on our catalogues and really
don't have anything to offer... maybe next season but not right now.'

Florian stared at me and gave little nods as if agreeing with Dirk.

'The thing with Flore is that he came to us on his own, he didn't come
through an agent and he doesn't work with a chaperone as most of the kids
do, he's a loner.'

I wondered how a 'loner' had managed to get through the front office and
actually get taken on, more to the point how did Kirk use him without a
parental consent? He must either have friends in high places, have a lot of
luck or the third option was via a casting couch which seemed a bit extreme
for a twelve year old.

'My studio doesn't do catalogues,' I spoke to Florian. 'I specialise in
more basic photography...'

'Dirk said something like that,' Florian mumbled but didn't drop his
gaze. 'I've got six weeks off school and want to earn some money, I can do
other things as well as posing.'

'Really,' I grinned. 'Such as.'

'I can do developing and printing, I can work a computer, Dirk showed me
and so did the studio assistants.'

'Yeah, he's smart,' Dirk agreed as if talking about his pet dog. 'Flore
knows his way around a darkroom and how to crash a PC,' he added with a
laugh.

'Well, I suppose I could find a mix of photoshoots and more routine work
but I need a return on my investment, I'm not a charity.' I didn't want to
be brutal but the kid needed to know that I wasn't a wealthy do gooder.  In
fact, unusually for me I would have sprung him fifty quid for a night of
love, my interests normally centred on the sixteen year old types but this
kid was just crying out for a bit of gentle loving. Probably as straight as
a ruler but you never knew your luck.

'I think Flore gets the point, Jo.' Dirk spoke quietly. 'He's at a loose
end and I know you're struggling since your ex partner made off.'

'Yeah, wanker,' I muttered. At least this brought a giggle from the boy
although I offered a swift apology for the language.

'My main concern would be are you willing and able to do me naturalist
poses, Florian?' I looked at him. 'In this line it's very much back to
nature, nude to be perfectly blunt. Boys in briefs sell well but boys
without briefs sell even better. You by yourself, you and other boys,
swimming maybe, camping maybe, tree climbing... all the things kids do.'

'I'd give it a go,' he spoke with husky voice. 'I haven't done nudey stuff
before but if there are others there...'

'Well not all the time but I suppose I can keep Lorenzo my Boy Friday
around if it makes you feel better.'

'Look, I've got to rush,' Dirk looked at me and winked. 'Why don't you take
Flore down your office and explain things. You can drop him off at Putney
on your way home.'

'You live in Putney?' I looked at Florian. Even more interesting. At the
time I lived in Wimbledon which wasn't a thousand miles away.

'Yeah. Lower Richmond Road.'

'I know it.' I looked at Dirk. 'If Florian's happy with that it's a deal.'

Dirk looked at Florian, the boy nodded his assent and we were off. One
twelve year old boy transferred from a catalogue department to the wide and
wonderful world of anything could happen and probably would. We left Dirk
at his car and wandered across the road back to the studio, Florian was
silent as well he might be. He was probably a bag of nerves.

'Your parents not taking you on holiday this summer?' I asked trying to
make conversation as I let us into the ground floor entrance.

'Nah,' he laughed rather bitterly I thought. Sounded like I'd struck a raw
nerve, something that maybe needed investigating later. I wanted to know
more about this apparently 'stray' boy. I had, in fact, discounted him
being a rent boy, being on the game that was, he was just too sweet and
innocent. I knew schooly prostitutes both male and female operated in the
Victoria area if they could dodge the Child Protection mob that is, I
actually knew a couple but they were fourteen and fifteen not twelve.

I let him into the office part of the studio where Lorenzo was killing time
with his head stuck in one of his comics.

'Lorenzo ...  Florian. Florian this is Loren,' I did a quick intro. Both
kids grunted as they do and that was it. Florian was looking around
especially at some of the discreed nudes framed and on display, Lorenzo was
straight back into his comic.

I sat Florian down and presented him with a folder. 'This is the type of
preliminary stuff I would want to do.' The folder contained pictures of
boys from around sixteen to nineteen all in nude studio poses, the classy
stuff. The back half of the folder was of more rough and ready stuff out in
the woods and on isolated beaches at the crack of dawn. All very decent,
not a stiffy to be seen.

Florian browsed through it as I dug some Cokes from the fridge and passed
them around. Lorenzo kept a low profile just giving a sly glance across now
and then. That got me wondering as well, both were about the same age,
Lorenzo was a little older but they'd make a nice pair, maybe sixty
nining. Calm down, Jo boy, I told myself, don't get carried away.

'Mmm, different,' Florian looked at me. 'What comes after this,' he tapped
a page which featured two naked boys splashing around by a river.

'Stuff you don't want to know about.'

'We'll see,' he smiled seeming quite in control of the situation which was
a bit surprising for a twelve year old, most would be heading for the hills
by now. 'When can I start?'

'We could do a warm up session right now and have a look at them, I could
drop you off home around four.'

'Alright,' he shrugged. 'No rush.'

'Right then,' I looked across at Lorenzo. 'Can you put the fire on in
there?' I nodded to the studio. The problem with working in a basement is
that the day can be beautiful outside but down below it is always cold and
damp, I spent a fortune on keeping the place heated. Lorenzo scurried off
and I thought again of pairing him off. On a blind impulse I excused myself
to Florian and followed my boy into the studion section.

'Loren. I think Florian's a bit nervous posing in his knickers. I was
wondering...'

He looked up at me expectantly from the floor where he was fiddling around
by the fire.

'Ah, forget about it,' I lost my nerve but I could have sworn he looked
disappointed for a second. Perhaps he would do some posing for me, I
wouldn't risk him with an older boy but he'd fit in just fine with Florian.
'Perhaps you'd like to sit in on the session, keep Florian company.'

He gave me his shy smile and just mumbled something. Right, we were off or
were we?

'OK. Flore,' I returned to the office where Florian was still studying the
big folder full of nude boys. 'We'll let the place warm up otherwise I'll
be taking picture of goose bumps. You don't mind me calling you Flore do
you, or do you prefer Florian?'

'I don't mind, just don't call me Flo' he grinned. 'What are we doing?'

'Pure starters. Clothed down to briefs and then nude, a few bumshots and a
few frontals.'

'Right,' he said again but this time a slight flush started to appear. 'I'm
a bit iffy about this, I haven't done this sort of thing before.'

'You can't be that nervous,' I pointed out. 'You're in a basement with a
complete stranger talking about dropping your drawers.'

'For payment,' he retorted.

'All the same...'

'Is he going to watch,' he nodded at the studio door, I presumed he was
talking about my little dog's body.

'He doesn't get involved normally,' I reassured him. I dropped my voice. 'I
was going to suggest you doing doubles as you're the same age but maybe
not.'

'I don't mind.'

Now there was a surprise. I'd found with other youngsters that the solo
stuff was easy, the duos were the problem. That's when the odd stiffy
perked up and the giggling began. All this very much depended on the age of
course but you could always rely on a rogue hardon popping up to break the
ice to completely mix metaphors.

'We'll see,' I slid a pay chart from my desk. 'Twenty pounds and hour for
naturalist and basic studio work.' Now that may not sound a lot in this day
and age but it was a lot of money at that time.

'Yeah?' He finally smiled. Gawd... he was gorgeous.

'Yeah,' I smiled back. 'Fringe benefits on outdoor work are that I normally
provide all the transport, feed you and keep you going with soft drinks -
maybe sling a few extra quid in if it's a good shoot.'

'What, you'd collect me from home?'

'I'd pick you up at the nearest bus stop,' I brought him down to earth a
bit. 'Dead easy as I only live up the road from you.'

'Great,' he looked pleased as well he might. A saving on bus travel and bus
fares was not to be sniffed at.

'Fit?'

'Yeah,' he rose to his feet and looked at me. He still looked nervous but
as he was going to get naked in front of complete strangers that wasn't
surprising under the circumstances.

In the studio Lorenzo was perched on the posing stool gazing into space
which seemed to be his major hobby.

'Gonna chaperone here, Loren, or you going to sit in the office?'

'I'll hang on here,' he replied much to my surprise. That was a first, he
always fled when the older boys had started getting down to bare skin,
perhaps he thought he may get raped or something.

'Right, adjust the lights if and when I tell you,' I improvised trying to
let Florian know that I really did need assistance in spite of my previous
remarks. I had a fleeting vision of Florian and Lorenzo in a naked bout of
gropey kisses but swiftly banished the image. I was getting carried away
again.

'OK, Florian. What I'd like you to do is assume various poses removing
clothing as you do. Aim for barechested with trousers undone in the first
place exposing a nice chunk of belly and underpants.'

'OK,' he mumbled and moved into the centre of the studio under the
lights. I flitted about with my trusty Ricoh after checking out my digital
camera was memory clear and firmly on the tripod. Off we went, Florian was
a slow starter and being used to being posed in situ as it were by Dirk and
was a little unsure of what to do. That was easy, encouragement was the
keyword, as he did a good pose I gave him a smile and a bad pose got a
frown. He soon got it and his movements became easier. Freeform posing,
where the model does his own thing is a sure fire way to relax kids. If
they have a talent for posing it soon surfaces, they feel no pressure and
they can see from their photographer's reaction if they are doing well or
not. It also wastes a lot of memory, having said that you don't have to
click every time just nod your head for the next position.

The top shirt came off and then the t-shirt exposing the boy's slender
torso. I got him to do some fronts and backs, even got him to wiggle his
tight little arse, he was getting on well and even Lorenzo was watching
with some interest... that was another first by the way.

'OK, Flore. Unclip the top of your jeans and run the zip down and I'll take
some pix of your belly and close ups of your middle.'

'My dick,' he said bluntly.

'Covered for the time being, the best has yet to come,' I gave him a no
nonsense smile.

He shrugged again and did as he'd been told and then unzipped.

'Coy smile,' I prompted. He gave a passable imitation and I moved onto the
tripod. I wanted the rounded belly, the cute little navel and the decent
little bulge in his white briefs in closeup. All done I sat him down for a
breather and told Lorenzo to sort out some drinks.

'I want you to dump the jeans and then I want a couple of full lengths of
you in your briefs and then some using the posing stool as a prop, some
front, some back and that will be the end of the clothed session.'

'I thought you'd go straight onto nudes.'

'Nah, I've changed my mind, I want you to relax a lot more. I want you to
get into it slowly so that when you are naked it'll feel like a natural
progression instead of a great leap forward..'

'I don't mind, I need the money,' he reminded me.

'Well, I've got a studio room at home but I'd planned on a night off
tonight.'  It was true I did have a room at home I used but I used it more
for bedroom stuff than innocent twelve year olds. I just wanted to see how
he'd react to being offered work without a little minder being present.

He looked at me as if coming to some decision. 'I could cycle across but
Wimbledon's a bit dodgy with that long road by the Common, they drive down
there like loonies.'

'True,' I tried to look like I was thinking deep thoughts. 'I could collect
you but would your people be happy with you out at night?'

'My mum couldn't care less if I told her I was sleeping over at a mate's,'
he sneered. 'She'll be out with the boyfriend anyway.'

'Seven o'clock at the bus stop by the Bank,' I suggested and that was the
studio nudes out of the window. Lorenzo would be miffed. The family thing
and what he was allowed to do and what he wasn't was something I needed to
check out but for the time being my dick was taking charge. To be quite
honest I had no intentions of chatting the boy up for sex you understand at
that stage, I was quite happy with his company and if he wanted to get
naked I could view even if I didn't touch. Anyway, I had nothing better to
do.

'Shall I bring anything?' He asked quite innocently.

''Pyjamas and toothbrush,' I joked.

'Alright,' he laughed and sat back up on the stool as Lorenzo came in with
the drinks.

Jeez. That was quick, I was having a little joke and it looked like Florian
wasn't. Not only had I an evening model I may even have an overnight
guest. I didn't really believe it could happen so quickly but once again,
you never knew your luck.

He did much better in the 'panty shots' maybe he was gaining confidence, he
stuck his sweet little arse out nicely and gave me some cute pelvic
thrusts. He didn't have a huge package but I could see the form of it
through the thin material and it looked a respectable size. I was very
tempted to cop a feel but kept to my own rule of no touching on the first
session, anyway, Loren was watching me like a hawk. The other thing was
that he appeared to be circumcised but I would no doubt sort that out
tonight if he turned up.

Last click.

'OK, Florian. Well done.'

'Hey, he punched the air well pleased with himself.

'Easy money, Loren,' I spoke to my Deputy Dawg. 'You should give it a go.'

'You've never asked me.'

Now there was an excellent point. Here's me thinking he wasn't interested
but he was right, I'd never asked him and being a shy boy, he'd never dared
to ask me. Then again, I have said that my youngest previous models were
around fifteen and sixteen. Poor Loren probably thought he was under my age
limit until Florian rolled up.

'Alright, Loren. A day out Friday,' I looked at the wall calender. 'You and
Florian doing a bit of outdoors, swimming cossies, a bit of rock climbing.'
I knew just the spot.

'Yeah,' he grinned at me. I never saw him smile normally, he was such a
glum little sod.

'Hey, hey,' Florian laughed, I could see the pounds signs in his eyes like
a fruit machine.

'The two of you,' I went on. 'Just naturalist stuff, no nudies but enough
flesh for the punters.'

'Nothing dirty.'  Lorenzo stated or perhaps he asked.

'No.' I was on a roll and knew it. 'If you and Florian wanna make love in
the tent I'll keep out of the way.'

'Shurrup...'  They spoke as twins and did an identical little blush. I was
chuffed. The two boys could be the start of something big, they were both
good lookers and who knew where it could end up... hopefully not in gaol.

'Normal day tomorrow,' I brought them back to earth. 'I'd like this place
cleaned up and I want to see how you both do on downloading and setting up
galleries on the computer.. a bit of schooling you might say... basic rate
that is.'

'What's that?' Florian looked interested.

'Loren will fill you in,' I stood up. 'I'm just going to the paper shop and
we'll call it a day.' I needed to get away from them, a master plan which
never existed had just come into being and I needed to handle this pair
with kid gloves but the prospects were unimaginable. A twelve and a
thirteen year old having sex, I could be up for an Oscar. I'd never really
thought about boy porn as such, I suppose I'd formerly specialised in youth
porn which brought in the seventeens and the eighteens all of whom had
decent sized dicks and could cum bucketloads but anyway, I'm waffling. If I
pressed on with these two I'd really gone down the slippery slope I was
into pedosville. Or was I? The age of consent, the age of responsibility,
etc. etc. The whole area was a minefield. What was one man's rent boy was
another man's 'poor corrupted youth', the defense that the under age party
was perfectly willing and able, getting paid well and probably enjoying
himself cut no ice with the Mrs Grundies of this planet. Areas that I'd
call grey they saw very firmly in black and white.

No adolescent or pre adolescent is the same in mentality, morality, shape
or size but the so called moral majority would have us believe they come
from a mould, die cast kids as it were... what is right for fourteen year
old Fred is right for fourteen year old George. Doesn't work that way and
never will. Anyway, enough of personal beefing, back to the story.

By the time I'd got my paper and smokes I'd more or less made my mind
up. As the boys seemed to be getting on reasonably well I'd try them on
some nature stuff, basically get them out of town for the day and go with
the flow. The more immediate problem was to cope with Florian, get a grip
on his attitude and find out where he was coming from and going to. I knew
I was verging on a silly little love job but at the end of the day he was a
twelve year old little boy not a scruffy sixteen year old street kid
flogging his fanny. How's that for a bit of crude.

As I went down the stairs to the studio I heard them giggling and having a
bit of a laugh, it seemed that they were getting on OK without any
prompting from myself. As I went in they looked up quite guiltily from the
desk. I should have known, they had one of my print folders out and were
having a look at the pictures. I noticed from the red cover that this was
not the 'naturalist' type but one of the others, what you'd call
'non-naturalist' I suppose.

'Getting some tips, boys?' I suppose I should have had a go at Loren, he
should have known better but he was doing an ice breaking job for me so
bully for him.

'Just showing Flore,' Loren mumbled going a bright shade of pink, Florian
just burst out laughing.

'Weird kids,' I passed it off. They'd both now seen stuff that I'd have
taken a week working around to showing Florian so we were off and
running. 'I'm going to drop Florian off, Loren. You OK to lock up.'

'Yeah,' Loren was regaining his sang froid (we still spoke English or is it
French in those days and hadn't got around to saying things like kewl).

'See you tomorrow then... around nine,' I managed to palm him a fiver
without Florian seeing and we were on our way. I was quite chuffed when the
boys said their goodbyes quite amicably, it seemed I had a ready made
twosome. It was nice and sunny when we hit the street and I walked Florian
to my car which was an reasonably new Cortina Estate, very popular as
company cars for reps and travellers in those days. Terrible golden colour
that looked like brown, still I got it cheap. Gawd, I loved Year 2000,
traffic in London hadn't quite become a nightmare, that was still a few
years in the future. I used to travel from my studio in St. John's Wood to
Wimbledon in around half an hour flat, I shouldn't think you could do that
nowadays.

Off we went straight onto the Edgeware Road and cut through Hyde Park
coming out at Exhibition Row or was it Road then aimed for the Putney
Bridge.

'I'll drop you off at the lights by the big Bank at the top of Putney High
Street, OK?'

'If you like,' Florian sounded in the dumps a bit.

'Well, I suppose you need to check in with your mum if you want to work out
this evening.'  I didn't mention staying overnight.

'If she's sober.'

'Tell you what, we'll go to the top of the hill and have a chat first.'

'Upto you.' Great, just what I needed, a sulky twelve year old and it was
all looking so good half an hour previously.

At the top of Putney Hill there is a bus terminus, only a small one with a
tea hut where the buses end their route and then start back. A good parking
slot for people who wanted to spend half an hour relaxing, flower beds and
benches, you know the scene. I squeezed the Cortina into a space and turned
off the engine.

'I can give you ongoing work over your school holidays,' I started
off. 'Probably not paying as well as Dirk but steady money enough to keep
you through the holidays... that would be a series of pictures and another
series with Lorenzo if he's willing.'

'Yeah?' He smiled at last.

'Yeah, bit of dusting and painting in there but then again lots of time out
around Epping and Box Hill.'

'Great... Loren seems OK,' he ventured.

'The first time he came out of his shell a bit today. I suppose having a
boy around the same age helps.'

'His mum doesn't care about him either, he told me,' he confided. Great, I
thought, now I have two kids to play daddy to.

'So, your mother doesn't mind you staying out and doing what you do?'

'She couldn't give a toss,' he snapped. 'I'll be glad when I'm sixteen and
can get a proper job and move out.'

'Don't wish your life away, pal.'

'You don't know what it's like.'

'Suppose not,' I said trying not to sound too callous. On the bottom line
all this was music to my ears. I could do 'father figure', whether I'd be
any good at it was another thing and what was in the back of my mind wasn't
being fronted up. I knew that, I wasn't a complete hypochrite. 'How do you
feel about going to a complete stranger's house and getting nude in front
of a camera?' There you go, that was blunt enough.

'Dirk reckons you're OK,' he smiled shyly. 'He said if I wanted to earn I'd
have to do nudes and here I am.'

'Here you are,' I agreed. 'I'd better drop you off home in a minute.'

'Doesn't matter, I'll walk down,' he opened the car door. 'I'll meet you up
here...'

'Seven.'

'I'll be here,' he got from the car, gave me a cheery wave and he was
gone. Gone from my life just like that. I felt curiously empty, he was only
a twelve year old kid after all and I was acting like a lovelorn
teenager. Shit on it. I turned the motor on, time to go home, get the
studio bit tidied up and have a bath. I put the staying overnight down as a
bit of bravado, maybe a misunderstanding but didn't think any more of
it. Even a drunken mum has some responsibilities and I wouldn't imagine
she'd let her boy just come and go as he pleased. I was to find out in the
course of time that was exactly what she did do.

I was back there at seven in the evening, it was a nice night and the few
people parked up and seated on benches were just taking in the reminder of
the day's sunshine, the threat of rain was in the air but it was a nice
night all the same. I spotted my boy leaning on the railings looking down
the hill. I gave a short toot on the horn and he spotted me. A big beam on
his face and he trotted across the road clutching a small bag.

'Whatcha got there, Flore,' I greeted him as he opened the passenger door.

'Towel, toothpase, sleeping trousers....'

'Oh.' It seemed the sleepover I'd rather doubted was on. 'OK. let's go.'

'What we doing tonight?' He asked as I cruised down Parkside towards the
Momument which was a stone's throw from where I lived.

'From where we left off, briefs to nude, stacks of willies and bottoms.'

'Right,' he giggled. 'No dirty stuff?'

'Not unless you want to have a wank.'

That was it. He burst out laughing, I thought the poor little sod was going
to choke himself. He went as red as a tomato and I had to pull into the
kerb and slap him on the back. He finally calmed down and looked at
me. 'Sorry.'

'No matter,' I grinned and drew back into the traffic. 'We're almost
there.'

He was most impressed with the house. Of course it wasn't mine, I just
rented half of the top floor for a pittance, in fact, I got it through a
friend and I'd landed on my feet. The flat itself was huge, you really
needed a bike to get around it. The bathroom was a three day route march
from the bedroom and the bedroom was the size of North Africa... you get
the scene.

'Wow,' he looked at the place in awe. 'Is this yours?'

'No,' I laughed. 'I have a flat upstairs, just over half the top floor in
fact.'

'It's huge.'

'Tell me about it,' I laughed. 'Great in summer, you need fur coats in the
winter.'

We got from the car and I led him up the wooden side stairs to the flat. He
was even more impressed, a long passageway that ran for about three miles,
a half empty lounge the size of Wembly Stadium...

'It's big,' he finally said.

'The understatement of the year,' I laughed and ruffled his short hair. I
couldn't wait to get his knickers off but that was bye the bye. 'Have you
fed lately.'

'We had dinner in the pub,' he reminded me.

'Since I mean.'

'No.'

'Kitchen,' I gave him a little shove. Fatherly duties were about to begin,
feed the kid. I was more into the bathing and bedtime stories aspect but
one had to start somewhere.

I knocked up a mountain of ham sandwiches and warmed up a can of
soup. pretty basic but just enough to keep a young man alive. I didn't want
him fainting through hunger and I could always deduct the meal from his
wage. Ho ho.

We sat in the kitchen and ate our snack, he ate like he was starving, I
suppose most boys are the same. I took the opportunity to study him a
little closer without seeming to be too obvious. He had wonderful grey
green eyes, flawless skin and when he smiled which was rarely his face lit
up. One of my missions was to see him smile a lot more. It seemed obvious
that his home life wasn't a bundle of laughs but I was doing good business
and earning well I'm sure I could affort to put a bit of brightness his
way.

'Nervous?'

'What?' He looked at me and smiled uncertainly.

'Nudes,' I reminded him.

'A bit,' he admitted. 'But Kirk said that you're OK.'

I laughed. That was the second time he'd said that. Well done Kirk, a good
friend forever. No doubt he'd put that down in his favours owed book.

I put the fire on for a bit in the studio room, that's the trouble with
that place, it could get chilly once the sun's gone.

'I like it, it's huge,' he slurped his soup and gazed out of the kitchen
window. 'It's all countryfied as well.'

'They call it Wimbledon Village. The All England tennis place is down the
road, we can ride out later and pick up some fish and chips before
bedtime.'

'Great.'

Bedtime was a subject I was avoiding. I didn't remember inviting him to
stay the night, it just seemed to have happened but I wasn't going to
pressure him in any way. I'd make him up a bed on the sofa where he should
be comfortable enough. I'd get to feast my eyes on his young body very
shortly I just prayed that I didn't get carried away and started mauling
him. The sixteen year olds seemed to expect it but this kid was a lot
younger than that.

'I'm bloated,' he finally finished and looked at me with a lazy grin. 'I
feel like a pudding.'

'A very good looking pudding.'

'Am I?'

'Don't fish for compliments, young Florian,' I laughed. 'Otherwise I'll
start calling you Flo.'

'No, don't do that,' he laughed. 'Flore's bad enough.'

'Is Florian your real name or a stage name?'

'It's my real name,' he gave a show of indignation. 'Terrible isn't it?'

'Different,' I laughed and stood up to collect the plates and tidy up a
bit. 'Ready to earn a wage?'

'Yeah,' he jumped up and grinned. 'A first time for everything.'

'This is true,' I put my hand on his shoulder and steered him from the
room. 'Three miles down the passageway, bus or piggyback?'

'I'll walk,' he laughed and we were on our way. What I called the studio
was more properly my second bedroom but I'd converted it for the more
exotic stuff if you follow. I'd left the bed and draped it in a red satin
throw and also had a sofa covered in blue. The walls were neutral and I had
the normal spotlights rigged. I didn't know then but the place was tailor
made for VCRs still to arrive on the scene or on my scene I should
say. Video players were quite commonplace and video stores were springing
up all over the place. One of the lesser celebrated events of the IT
revolution was the advent of camcorders and the web and how they affected
the porn industry. Foresight and crystal balls are fine but not everyone
has them. I didn't know at that time that the days of the darkroom and
chemicals were numbered. I used to love my old darkroom and watching the
pictures develop in their juice but it was a lot of work. Life was going to
become a lot easier and much more profitable.

Florian hovered and looked at the setup. 'Now what?' He smiled at me but I
could see he was nervous.

'Get sexy,' I growled. 'Get your shoes and socks off.'

'Right,' he grinned and sat on the edge of the bed. I did a couple of
clicks just for background and setup.

'Shirt and t-shirt, please.'

'Right,' he smiled again and sat there just in his jeans and underwear.

'Stand by the bed facing away and just drop your jeans and pants slowly.'

'Right.' He wasn't sounding so brave now.


Click, click, click. Three nice shots as his pert little white bottom came
into view. Jeez, I was getting hard at the sight of a twelve year old's
bottom. Mind you, it was beautiful, he was like one of these marble or
alabaster Greek boyish gods.

'Kick the gear away,' I spoke gently. 'Gimme some back poses, arms in the
air and whatnot.'

He did exactly as I asked and I savoured the sight of his slim body, his
slightly suntanned legs and torso and his pure white hips and bottom.

'Turn around, please.'

There was a momentary hesitation and he slowly turned to face me. He wasn't
red faced but he was pink. I didn't care my eyes were fixed on his
absolutely delightful cock. It probably measured around three inches, was
limp as a noodle and he was circumcised as I'd suspected. He had a tiny
bush of light brown hair at the base of his belly and I noticed he had a
dusting of fair hair on his arms and lower legs.

'Big boy,' I commented.

'Shurrup,' he cracked a smile. I tell you dear reader, always compliment a
boy, it always goes down well, never fails.

'I want to do around fifteen shots of you rolling around on the bed, around
ten on the sofa and then finish with around ten closeups... got that.'

'Gotcha,' he spoke confidently now the shock of getting fully naked was
over.

'Just roll around, strike a few poses and I'll snap whatever want.'

'Yessir,' he sketched me a saluted and hopped on the bed. It was glorious I
moved in and it was click, click all the way. he was a photographer's dream
and I suppose I had to thank Kirk for the training but Florian had the
looks and the moves.

The closeups fazed him a bit but he lived through them as I held the camera
about a foot away from his penis which, if anything, had shrunk just a
little. He pulled a face when I asked him to spread his cheeks so that I
got a couple of pucker shots but it was soon over. They say time flies when
you're having fun, it was dark outside when I finally handed him a bathrobe
and told him to relax.

'They any good?'

'Looked good to me,' I replied. 'You're very photogenic.'

'That's what Dirk says, he says I'm a natural.'

'You are,' I sat alongside him on the bed. 'Did Dirk explain my slippery
slope theory?'

'The one where pinups and naturalism lead to dirty stuff?'

'That's the one.'

'Yeah. He says that once a model has got used to being naked and then got
used to posing with another kid porn comes naturally.'

'How do you feel about that?'

'Dunno but I was nervous about getting naked and I'm not now.'

'Good boy,' I patted the top of his smooth leg. 'I'd like to do some of you
showering and bathing but I'd prefer them to be either in company or stage
one porn.'

'Company? Stage one porn?'

'Later... no matter.' I stood up. 'Let's watch some television, you can get
dressed or stay in the robe, your choice.'

'I'll keep this on, it's comfy,' he trailed me back to the lounge where I
put the fire on. The trouble with that flat was that it got so chilly in
the evenings and Superboy was wandering around in a dressing gown. I also
drew the curtains otherwise the old biddy with the binoculars over the road
would have a field day.

'Well, you survived.' I looked at him and grinned. 'Didn't pop a hardon
either.'

'Why should I,' he giggled. 'Do people get stiffies when you do nudeys?'

'Some do, they can't help it.'

'Oh. What was this about in company?'

'Shower and bath scenes are OK but they normally produce more if you do
them with a pair of models.'

'Why's that?'

'Someone always pops one.' That brought a gale of laughter. One thing about
the boy, he had a warped sense of humour, we'd get on well if he stayed
around and that was the big if. 'I could do a lot with yourself and Lorenzo
if I could get him to pose.'

'Ask him again, he did say he was OK with Friday.'

That was brief and to the point and he was right. The trouble was that I'd
inherited Loren from the previous owners of the basement and had never
really though of him as a model. In fact he was barely more than a child
when he'd started running errants and hanging around and now I looked at
him more as a fixture than a person. It was only today I'd actually
appreciated him as a boy and not a lump of furniture.

'Think he'd go for it?' I looked at Florian. 'Maybe do some doubles with
you?'

'He didn't say no when you were chatting about it. 'He's quite nice,'
Florian stared at the fire probably not realising what he'd said.

'Similar age, similar size... could look good.'

'How do you know he's similar size,' Florian sniggered.

'Don't talk dirty, Flo.'

'Don't call me Flo,' he squealed and shoved me, naturally I shoved him back
and his gown fell open exposing his lovely little cock and his gently
rounded belly.

'Do yourself up, Florian, before I lose it,' I grunted and moved away up
the sofa.

'Sorry,' he mumbled red faced and withdrew a little.

'Aw, shit. Come here,' I held my arm out and he gave me a sunny smile and
scooted in close and nestled in the crook of my arm. He snuggled his head
into my armpit and resumed his staring at the fire.

'I like it here, it's huge.'

'You wait until the winter,' I replied. 'It's like an icebox.' He wriggled
against me as if imagining a deep freeze. How the hell I kept my hands off
him I'll never know. I'd obviously had other models, older models I hasten
to add up my place and with each and every one I'd finished up in bed doing
the big dirty. What was stopping me with Florian I didn't know, his age,
his innocence or just a warped sense of duty. He was a child and he was in
my care... right. Of course, I was steering him towards doing pornography
with other boys but that didn't occur at the time.

'If you and Loren do some downloading the digitals and computer work
tomorrow and we'll see how you get on in the darkroom..'

'Yeah?' Florian snuggled in closer. God he was a brilliant snuggler.

'I want to see if Loren will do some solos.'

'Nudeys?'

'Yeah, then when we have a day out at least you'll be familiar with each
other.'

'He's alright, we'll get on fine,' Florian declared confidently. 'What's
stage one porn by the way?'

'Ah,' he'd caught me on the hop there. 'Well, mild stuff, maybe a snog and
a grop. End of the range is a MM.'

'Go on, I'll buy it, what's a MM?'

'Mutual masturbation.'

'Oh.' Silence.

'Twelve year olds do wank, don't they?'  I asked gently.

'Yeah but they're not supposed to.'

'Who says so?'

'My mum, she says it's perverted.'

'Rubbish.' I didn't want to gainsay the kid's mother but this was
ridiculous. 'Boys having a wank is perfectly natural, even doctors and
priests more or less admit that.'

'She found some tissues under my pillow and went potty.' Florian gloomed.

'Should have put them in the bin,' I laughed imagining the expression on
his mother's face. A normal mother would be glad that her young son had
reached that stage in his life... goodbye childhood, we have a boy-man on
the scene. Then I thought a little, tissues equals cum.

'You can cum?'

'Of course I can,' he sniggered. 'I'll make a great porn star,' he grinned
glancing up at me.

'Crafty sod,' I sqeezed him in my arm, I was a hairsbreadth from sticking
my tongue down his throat but I held off. Ridiculous, a pornographer with
morals. I was sadder than I though.

We watched through a mass of crap television and even watched a rather
funny video on my old top loader. A bit of suggestive softy soft porn they
used to do a lot of at that time... I think it was Flesh Gordon or similar.

'You've had it,' I murmured, he was dozing still nestling in my
warmth. This was crunch time.

'I'm tired,' he stretched like a cat affording me another view of his
smooth chest and belly right down to his fuzzy pubics.

'I'll make you up a bed on the sofa, it'll stay warm in here.'

'Orrite,' he moved away, the late meal seemed to have been forgotten. I
suppose the day had been a bit of an eye opener from him and he was
obviously tired. I could have sworn he sounded disappointed but it may have
been wishful thinking He seemed to go grumpy from there on but I was
between a rock and a hard place. If I'd invited him into my bed what would
have happened. As I keep harping on, he was only twelve. In the end I
settled him in and very coyly he slipped into bed still wearing his
bathrobe.

'You gonna sleep in that?'

'No,' he looked at me sullenly. 'I just feel a bit chilly.'

'OK. good night,' I stood awkwardly as he just mumbled a good night to
me. 'I'm next door if you need me.' I felt like a complete prat. In the end
I hovered for a little while and then left turning out the lights on my
way. I had the terrible feeling that I'd cocked up big time. The kid was in
a strange house, he was probably just a tad scared and he wanted a man to
cuddle upto. For crying out loud, he'd been in my arms all night more or
less. Yeah, I'd blown it.

'Twas a windy and stormy night' as they say in spooky tales. I was comfy in
my bed and spent most of the night waking up and dozing off thinking about
my little lodger. Poor little mite was in a bloody great room all alone and
probably scared shitless... then again he was twelve and not ten, he had
fuzzy pubes on his belly, he was nearly a man.  I rolled over and went to
sleep but I dreamt of him.

I dreamt, I dreamt he was in my arms, I was kissing him and he was
responding... we were lovers.

Not quite, he was in bed with me that was for sure. I could feel the warmth
of his body and the material of what seemed to be his sleeping shorts or
trousers against my hip.

'Florian?'

'Sorry,' he mumbled. 'It was so cold in there and I couldn't sleep.'

'No probs,' I gave a sigh of relief.

'Great,' he gave a little giggle and snuggled in, I nearly passed out at
the touch of his warm skin against mine and the faintest tickle of his
breath against my side.

'Sleep tight, Flore.'

'Night, Jo-Jo,' he mumbled and a few minutes later I knew he'd gone to his
own little Land of Nod.

You only have to live on the outskirts of a big city to become aware of
birds, so why did God create birds? All they do is nosh worms and make a
bloody awful noise at first light and and that's not the time everyone
wants to get out of bed. I could have stayed in the comfort zone forever, I
had a smooth skinned young boy cuddled up close and now he was coming to
life. Blame the birds, the noise they were making was enough to awaken the
Sleeping Beauty.

'Morning. Flore.'

'Morning,' he shivered and moved even closer if that was possible. 'You've
got no jamas on,' he accused and drew back a little.

'I sleep comando,' I stretched and yawned. Sod him, he'd jumped into my
bed, I hadn't invaded his.

'Gotta have a pee,' he giggled and slid from the bed grabbing his bathrobe
like a comfort blanket. Funnily enough he looked a bit like Peanut's Linus
scampering from the room. I think I mentioned everything in this flat was
giant sized It was two miles to the bedroom door and then a further five
miles to the toilet, I was alright, I was quite happy laying there in the
warm waiting for him to return. I looked at the clock and it was five
thirty. Jeez, what a time to be active, as far as I was concerned it was
still the middle of the night. Today was going to have to be sort out day
as well. I didn't quite know how to deal with Florian and there was Loren
as well who I fancied would open out a little in Florian's company. The
down side to that was that if Florian disappeared Loren would probably
return to his normal taciturn self.

'Jeez, that's freezing out there,' Florian shivered and raced across the
room hurling himself on the bed. He slid in and under the bedding on the
wrong side, the cold side and tried to clamber over me but I lost it, I
did, I finally lost it.

As he straddled me I clasped the top of his smooth legs just above the back
of his knees and he froze.

'Joeee...' he whispered.

I said nothing, he was under the oversized duvet and now he was poised over
my chest with the bedding tented around his shoulders and I could see the
outline of his dark shorts and I could also see a lump, the brat had a
Morning Glory.

'Jo,' he whispered again and made no effort to move as I stroked the back
of his legs up inside his shorts but not actually onto his schoolboy
bottom. 'You've got nice soft hands,' he made a gentle pelvic thrust which
was all the encouragement I needed.

'I wanna do something nice for you, Flore.'

'Betcha do,' he grinned down at me.

I slid my hands around his legs into the front of his shorts and then
gently upwards, first the dip into the join at the top of his legs,fingers
stroking his soft pubics and finally his hard little shaft.

'Ooooh,' he swayed gently pumping into my hand, all his bashfulness and
shyness had gone, he was ready for a bit of early morning play and I was
just the kiddy to bring a smile to his face. I drew him down onto me and he
came quite willingly, as he came down so did his shorts and he finished up
alongside me flat on his back with the awful navy blue things around his
ankles. Before he had a chance to object or protest I dived under the duvet
and buried my face in his crotch kissing the tops of his legs, nuzzling at
his pubics and gently working his incredibly hard boy cock. He just moaned
his pleasure and pumped up into my face.

The first taste brought a little squeak and then a long moaning sigh as I
sank my mouth over his hot sweetmeat taking the stiff four inch prong in
deep.

'Aaaaaaa. Joeeee...' he wailed softly and began to fuck upwards into my hot
wetness. He may have been a virgin but his natural urges took over from
there. As I clasped his soft jelly like buns and sucked on his immature
cock he fucked upwards lazily and quite happily ruffled my hair.

'You alright with this?' I took two seconds out to ask the incredibly silly
question up his gently rounded belly.

'Mmmmm.' He gently applied pressure to my head. Yeah, of course he was
happy, he was a randy little boy with a morning hardon for God's sake.

'I think I'm gonna quirt,' he babbled and starting working himself in and
out of my mouth as I sucked harder and faster. 'Aaaaah,' he squealed and
thrust upwards with his narrow hips and I tasted the hot splashes and
squirts of his boy cum. His slime, his kiddy spunk was delicious, I gently
rolled his nuts and sucked him dry as he lay there panting and puffing like
an old man. At last I slid up alongside him and cuddled him in tight. He
just gave a contented little purr and turned away pushing his soft little
bottom against my hip.

I rolled over and spooned up against him and quite happily he raised a leg
allowing my own erection to slide between his smooth legs.

'That's huge,' he pushed his bottom back onto me and squeezed his legs on
my maleness. 'Big dick Jo,' he treated himself to another snigger.

'You taste nice,' I nuzzled the side of his slender neck and risked a
little kiss.

'You like me?'

'Of course,' I reached around and held his flaccid cock. 'Very much.' I
gave him a longer kiss on the side of the neck and gave a sigh of
contentment. We hadn't had sex and got some sort of a red hot affair going
but it was a start. I doubt if he'd be sleeping on the sofa next time he
visited.

'Good. I like you too.'

'Excellent,' I lay against his smooth warmth and relished the feel of his
boyish body against mine as I felt him drift off back to sleep.

We must have surfaced a couple of hours later, we had split in our snooze
and I awoke to find myself facing away from him and he was glued to my back
with his reawaken boy cock as hard as a poker stuck between my thighs. God,
he's a quick learner, I though and gently disengaged myself. If I stayed in
bed with him I would get carried away of that there was no doubt and, to be
perfectly honest, I just didn't trust myself. I wanted him so bad and if I
made a wong move I knew it would be the end of everything.

I suppose to get poetic we were drifting along on the stream of life but we
were getting there, I was convinced it was only a matter of how long? Right
or wrong I was going to give Old Father Time a shot.

'Breakfast and we need to get to work, Flore.'

'I'm hard,' he mumbled onto my back and I felt his little spike jab up
between my legs.

'Perv,' I laughed and slid from the bed leaving him laying there giving
with the sulky looks. 'Get up, maybe the Mighty Lorenzo might look after
that later.'

'You reckon,' he grinned suddenly coming to life. 'Does he do that sort of
stuff?'

'How the hell do I know, if we get him modelling we might find out.'

'Right, I'll chat him up.'

Cheeky sod. He was taking over the place, then again if he did talk Loren
into doing some decent nudies who knew what would follow..

'Cornflakes and toast... that's all I've got.'

'That'll do me.'

'It'll bloody well have to,' I grinned at him and gave him space to get
himself organised. My mind was in overdrive, I wanted to see if his boasts
of darkroom work were justified although the old black and whites were now
just about dead in the water.  I really wanted to get Loren online now that
his shell seemed to be cracking and at the end of it I would like to pair
Florian and Lorenzo in some decent pinuppy stuff with a view to further
work.

I had a gut feeling that these two little angels would be a meal ticket
even after paying them. The Continentals would love them. As soon as the
first pinups were out there, there would be a demand for more and more, I
knew it, I felt it in my bones.

Conversation over breakfast was negligible and we got on our way as soon as
we could, we were running a bit late and Lorenzo would be getting
worried. The good thing about Loren was that he was always prompt, the
downside was that he got in a panic if I was late mainly the reason for me
giving him his own key.

'I'd like to get Loren to do some in his briefs like you did
yesterday. Then maybe some very kosher nudes as a pair.' This was said as
we drove through the park.

'Kosher... what Jewish kosher?'

'No, I mean no gropies, no stiffies.'

'Oh,' he laughed. I saw him looking sideways at me clearly about to say
something else. When he did it was a bit of a surprise.

'Can I stay with you?' He blurted out.

'How long?' I assumed he meant for a day or so or even over the weekend.

'Well we're on holiday for six weeks, I can get some money from mum for
food and whatnot... she'll be glad to see the back of me.'

'Six weeks is a long time.'

'Aaah,' he gave a little moaning whinge. 'Please, Joey,' he wheedled.

'I don't mind, Flor but I'm thinking about your mum, if she reports you as
a missing kid all shit could break loose.'

'Come and see her then.'

'Hello, Mrs Florian, your son is staying with me for six weeks, we're
sharing a bed with a view to having sex,' I laughed and then realised what
I'd said. Talk about putting your foot in your mouth.

'Maybe the first bit,' he giggled much to my relief. 'I can phone her from
your studio... she'll probably tell me to bugger off anyway, she couldn't
care less if I joined the Foreign Legion for six weeks.'

'All the same if she say's yes you'll need to pick up spare clothing,
etcetera and whatnot.'

'I know that,' he answered impatiently. 'Just say yes, Joey.'

'Yes Joey,' I answered obediently.

'Yes, yes, yes,' he hollered as we turned off the Edgeware Road nearly at
the studio. At least I had one Happy Bunny on the payroll, now to sort out
Lorenzo and try and bring a smile to his sulky little face.

We were at the studio in five minutes as was normal in those days found no
problem parking. On going downstairs we found Loren already at his post
mounting guard on the kettle. 'Tea, coffee?' He grinned at us as we walked
in. That was a bit of a novely, Loren smiling but I thought it boded well
for the day. We sat for a while exchanging small talk and I proposed we had
a session in the dark room developing the one film from yesterday's take
and then downloading the digitals from the camera. Then after some sort of
a lunch we could do a shoot of Loren in underwear and then maybe some nude
duos. These would be of the 'classical type' which meant lots of angsty
poses if they could manage them, no big grins and certainly no stiffies and
these would be for the so called open market. The morning passed quite
rapidly once we got going, I let the boys do most of the work and fell back
into the coffee maker's role. Loren certainly knew what he was doing and
Florian was a more than adequate assistant.

I was pleased to see that they seemed to chat and have a giggle, basically
they were getting on alright. I had feared that Loren might have got the
sulks with a new boy on the scene working, maybe suspect that he was being
eased out of his job (which he wasn't) but he seemed quite happy with
assistance and that also looked good for the future. I don't know if either
suspected what I had in mind for them but neither were dummies and they
should have fathomed out my end game.

I treated them both to a decent meal around midday and by one o'clock in
the afternoon we were back down in the studio which after a forenoon of
heating was quite comfortable for the afternoon shoot.

'You saw what Flore did yesterday, Loren? I hope you were taking notes.'

'Not really,' he grinned. 'But I know what you want.'

'Let's get to it then,' I checked the cameras. 'Flore... all you have to do
is move the lights around if I ask.'

'Yep.' My little prospective lodger, prospective sex object and prospective
boyfriend nodded eagerly although I did note his eyes kept straying to
Loren who was busy removing his grotty trainers and his socks.

'OK, Loren... shirt, vest and then go with the flow.'

'OK. Boss.'

We were off. Gotta remember this. This was the first time I'd ever taking
pictures of Lorenzo and this was the very first time I'd even seen him with
his shirt off let alone drop his drawers. He was nice, just as nice as
Florian although his body was a little more adult in a manner of speaking,
he was generally bigger and he was a smiler. But whereas Florian had been
quite chirpy Loren seemed nervous to begin with although he soon relaxed it
was probably down to watching the session of the previous day.

And that slut, Florian. As soon as Loren was down to his briefs Florian's
eyes were out on stalks. Mind you, Loren in his moving around had the
tightest little arse in the world inside his briefs and a very respectable
bulge for a kid of his years. Bigger than Flore and not averse to sticking
it to the camera. A very worthwhile and enjoyable session.

'Brilliant, Lorenzo, my man and thank you Florian.' It was over. I looked
at my watch and it had gone three o'clcock. 'It's a bit late for the
classical crap.'

'Aaaah.' The both moaned like a pair of disappointed kids which I suppose
they were. I don't know if it was the money or the desire to see each other
naked which had brought about the grumpy looks.

'We've got to sort out your mum yet,' I reminded Florian.  'And we have all
day tomorrow.'

Loren nodded his agreement but Forian wasn't letting go. I found out the
more I got to know him that he was very single minded and tended to like
getting his own way. He didn't seem to get on with his mother at all but to
a certain degree he seemed quite spoilt compared to some of the kids I
knew.

'Why doesn't Loren come with us, we can do the session in your other
studio.'

'And are you going to drive Loren home at the end of it?' That was a bit of
sarcasm by the way.

'He may as well stay the night if we're out all day tomorrow,' Florian
grinned. 'Easy peasy... problem solved.'

What do they say: Out of the mouths of babes and fools.... I looked at
Loren and gave him the raised eyebrows. 'What say you , Loren. My new
housekeeper's just given you an invite.'

'Great,' suprisingly Loren gave an eager grin. 'I'd have to shoot around
home and ask mum, take me twenty minutes.'

'Go.' I laughed. I could have kicked Florian for raining on my parade just
a little but there may be some advantage to be gained with Lorenzo
overnighting. I did have two targets and one was to get these two kiddies
involved in porn, the other was to seduce Florian but he seemed to be doing
all the leading at the moment. I suppose a third target floating around was
Loren's tight little arse but who knows what the night would bring.

We had our answer quite quickly as we heard Lorenzo clumping down the
stairs to the studio. As soon as he came in we knew it wasn't good news.

'No good,' he shook his head with a glum look. 'My aunty, my dad's sister's
coming around tonight and I have to stay in to entertain the dreaded
cousins, as Tony's at the Scouts' he looked at me with a straight
face. 'Dad did say that I could stay tomorrow for as long as you wanted
me.' He looked at me hopefully.

'Ah, excellent,' I smiled, my eyes lit up as I'm quite sure did
Florian's. 'What about if you bring a week's change of clothing tomorrow
and we'll keep you for a week , maybe longer - how would that go down do
you think?'

'Great,' Loren grinned. 'What about the studio, the mail and the orders?'

'We can drive over mob handed in the week to sort those details out.'

'OK.'

'OK?' Florian finally got a word in. 'Terrific, you mean. We can drive Joey
nutty for a whole week.'

'Yeah... right.'

We said goodbye to Loren leaving him to lock up after arranging to collect
him around nine o'clcock the following day and that was regradless of the
weather. There was one mission still to be tackled and that was Florian's
mother, I was hoping that he was going to do the sorting out and I could
remain in the car. That is exactly what happened, I sat outside his small
terraced house and half an hour later just when I was beginning to give up
hope he appeared with a big grin on his face. He was carrying a holdall and
what appeared to be a music box and I was rather pleased to see that a
rather disheveled lady, presumably the mum, showed on the doorstep gave a
brief wave to her departing son and closed the door. She hadn't even spared
me a glance, some mother.

'Alright, kid?'

'Yeah, no probs,' Florian slung a holdall into the back of the car and sat
in the passenger seat clutching a small music centre. ''I'm all yours for
six weeks - until school starts.'

'Didn't she ask any questions?' I asked incredulously.

'Nah,' he grinned. 'Saved her six weeks food and hassle. She can wheel
'boyfriends' in and out now to her heart's content.'

'Let's go,' I turned the engine over. I decided to drop the subject, I had
Florian for six weeks and if I couldn't hit base in that time I had to be
some sort of moron. Not forgetting the rather sweet Loren coming for a week
plus on top of that.

'He's rather nice, Loren. Isn't he?' Florian looked sideways.

'Yeah. I always had him down for a lump of wood, you must have brought him
out of his shell.'

'He fancies me,' Florian laughed.

'Rubbish,' I laughed as well. 'How do you know that?'

'Betcha.'

'I'll take your word for it,' I grinned. 'Could be interesting when you do
the nude stuff together.'

'It will be,' Florian promised.

I must admit by the time we got home I was knackered. We'd had a hectic
hour touring the local Tescos and I'd spent a fortune on food and by the
time we had this lot indoors it was well after seven, the day was nearly
over. Amongst the food I'd got two 'ready meals' so they were microwaved
and we ate watching some tripe on the television.

'About time you learnt to make coffee.' I gave my lodger a gentle hint.

'No probs,' Florian smiled. I was beginning to notice that he seemed to be
coming out of his shell a little, I think he and Lorenzo were good for each
other, I just hoped that I wasn't going to drive myself into the postion of
a wallflower trying to get these two to do pornography. I knew two was
company and three was a crowd, I didn't want to be the crowd. 'I haven't
had a wank all day.' That was Flore on his way to the kitchen. Was that a
hint or what?

'So, how many times a day do you tug that bit of string?' I asked as we
settled down with our steaming mugs. Jeez, he murdered coffee.

'Three or four,' he answered carelessly and did a pretty sneer. 'You didn't
call it a bit of string this morning.'

'True.' I admitted. 'I was only trying to make you feel at home.'

'I don't get blow jobs at home.'

'In this home you do,' I laughed.

'Excellent, dude,' he made like Keanu Reeves.

'Poseur.'

'What we doing tonight? More pix or a quiet night watching the box?'

'Watch the box, a bath and an early night as we have to collect Loren
around nine and then drive out of town.'

'Where we going?' He asked eagerly.

'Leith Hill, down Leatherhead way, loads of little secluded ponds and
woodlands. Pretty safe on a weekday, all we have to watch for is schoolkids
on holiday.'

'Recruit 'em,' Florian laughed. 'Where am I sleeping tonight?' He suddenly
asked.

'Upto you.'

'I'll sleep in with you that's if you don't mind.'

'Fine by me but where are you going to sleep when Lorenzo's here?'

'Dunno, that's upto you.'

'Sleep with him and you can practice your porno.'

'Gerrout,' he squealed. 'You are so pervy.'

'What's pervy about it. You do it in front of a camera you may as well do
it in bed as well.'

'I should practice on you then,' he laughed and looked at me for a moment
with a slight flush. 'You'd like to wouldn't you?' His voice had dropped to
a whisper.

'Love to,' I spoke quite clearly, there was no point in denying it. He knew
and I knew.

'Got any more videos?'

'Got a Thai porn,' I replied. God this kid kept you on your toes the way he
kept changing the subject.

'Come on then, you set it up, I'll tidy up.' He was up from his seat and
collecting the trays and cutlery. Talk about little Miss Dynamite.

By the time he got out of the kitchen I had the film in the machine and
ready to roll, he jumped onto the sofa alongside me and grinned as he
snuggled in. 'A bit of a training film is it?' he laughed as I put my arm
around him and pulled him in even closer. I ducked my head and kissed the
side of he smooth neck. 'So pervy,' he sniggered. and we were off.

I'd seen this film so many times and from my slightly higher position kept
an eagle eye on the front of his baggy training trousers, it took about
five minutes once the action of the first pair had started for a point to
appear at his groin and then a distinct pyramid.

'Pointy pants,' I whispered.

'Can't help it,' he mumbled and adjusted his groin. 'Not doing so bad
yourself,' he took a quick feel of my own bulge and then a slower and more
leisurely one. 'You do fancy me, dontcha?'

'You know that, Flore.'

'Mmmmm,' he wriggled himself more comfortably against my side and guided my
hand down to his fork. I felt the hardness of his juvenile cock within his
thin trousers and slowly worked it to and fro. 'Nice........' I gently
rucked up his t-shirt and placed the flat of my hand on his well fed belly
and slowly moved it down inside the waistband of his trousers and then
inside his briefs. He wriggled and sighed with satisfaction as I grasped
his hot and very hard cock squeezing and fondling his boy sex.

The film rolled and without any prompting he shuffled himself managing to
slip his trousers and briefs down to his knees leaving his middle exposed
and his young penis firmly in my hand. A quick grin for me and he unzipped
me and extracted my own hardness and slowly worked it up and down. I
followed his example and unclipped the waistband and slipped my own
trousers and briefs clear leaving him the fullest access to my burgeoning
erection but he suprised me, he slipped onto the sofa full length and
rolled onto his belly.

'Whatcha doing, Flore?'

'Favour for favour,' he giggled and shuffled himself up still playing with
my erection and stared at if from about six inches away. Not looking at me
he brought his face closer and took a tentative lick at the shaft and then
another. 'Don't taste of anything,' he commented and moved up a little bit
more. Holding me firmly by the base he licked again and again, then finally
he licked across my glans and slipped his lips over the end.

'Jeez, Flore,' I sighed as his hot little mouth began to slurp and suck at
my now rigid meat.

I heard him snigger around my hardness and then his head was going up and
down like a yoyo, he was going for it, he must have known what the end
result was going to be. I reach over and fondled his soft bottom as he
remained on his belly and gave me an enthusiastic if amateur blow
job. Well. I say amateur but it was working, I was getting harder and
thicker and I could feel my cum beginning to boil in my balls.

'Florian...' I warned him but he crouched up alongside me on his knees
exposing his own jerking cock as his head bobbed up and
down. 'Jeeeezus.....' I felt my hot cum spurt up my shaft and splash and
splatter into his avidly sucking mouth until he pulled free pulling faces
and then grinning with my spunk glistening on his lips and actually some
streaking his jaw.

'I did it,' he laughed with delight and pride. 'I swallowed it.'

'Great,' I had to laugh as well as I bore him onto the carpet and kissed
him fully on his cum stained lips for the very first time. He hesitated for
a couple of seconds and then returned the kiss and we shared the taste and
flavour of my juice.

'Wicked,' he breathed as I spread him flat on the carpet and kissed him
again even slipping my tongue into his open mouth. He didn't object stared
at me with wide open eyes and then ruffled my hair as my kisses tracked
down his neck onto his narrow chest and then down onto his belly. 'Yes, yes
please.' he moaned as I took his hardon into my mouth. Two or three sucks
and he came. Hot spurts of thick creamy boy juice filled my mouth and he
was done. 'Gawd, that was fantastic,' he kissed me and cuddled as we rolled
around on the carpet the antics of the Thai's on the television now
forgotten

'We going to do the other thing?'  He asked avoiding my eyes.

'Like what?' I held his warm body closely, evening was here and it was
getting chiller, time to put the fire on.

'You know... sex.' I hardly heard him.

'If you want to.'

'Well. I suppose I'll have to get into it to do proper porn,' he answered
quite reasonably. 'All that bumming people and...' He tailed off not too
sure where he was going.

'You only do what you want to,' I reassured him. 'If you don't want to go
the whole way you can stay on pinup and sims.'

'What's sims?'

'Pretend sex.'

'Does it pay the same as proper stuff?'

'No way,' I laughed. 'Money for honey not for crap.'

'I thought you'd say something like that,' he giggled. 'It doesn't matter
anyway, you've corrupted me now.'

'Didn't take much corrupting,' I had the sudden urge to take him a step
further and after jumping up to get the fire going splayed him out on the
carpet and slid a cushion under his head.

'What now?' He grinned totally comfortable in his nakedness.

'This...' I dived on his semi erect meat again and took it into my mouth
and as he hardened once more span around until my own reawakened penis was
above his face and my legs straddled his head.

'Gotcha, Pervy,' he giggled and drew me down. A classic sixty niner, first
time with no problems, ten out of ten for Florian, the boy was a quick
learner. He lasted longer this time as did I and I took my time anyway. I
loved the shape, the texture and the taste of his circumcised cock, I could
have played with it forever and he seemed the same with mine. Right on the
throes he lifted his legs as he tried to pump up into my mouth and I got my
hands under his soft bottom and slipped a finger quite easily into his
sweaty and moist hole. He jerked but accepted my finger as it slipped
smoothly in and out of his little pucker. His tight little bottom clamped
on me as he finally squirted and splashed another of his slippery offerings
into my mouth. At the same time I manager a weaker but still thick cum
straight down into his gobbling mouth. We flopped apart gasping after our
efforts but he reached down and held my hand onto his bottom with one
finger still probling his slick tunnel.

'You're so tight, Flore.'

'Betcha said that to Lorenzo,' he giggled and clamped and eased on my
moving finger. 'It feels weird but it feels good. Funny that innit?'

'I've never done anything with Loren, you get first crack at that
particular cherry.'

'Yeah but you'd like to, I saw you dribbling when you were taking his
pictures.'

'Maybe so but you still get first go.'

'Mmmmm,' he sighed gently and pushed back onto my finger still about his
business. 'We doing it tonight?'

'If you want to.'

'With you I do,' he looked at me owlishly. 'Then Loren,' he cackled and
slipped off my finger and slid on top of me kissing and licking my face
like a rancid little nymphomaniac. 'He fancies me you know.'

'So you said,' I laughed as I got him off me and resumed cuddle mode. 'Time
for a bath.'

'We sharing?' He asked eagerly.

'Yeah. Then to bed, I want an early start tomorrow.'

'You want an early start tonight by the sounds of it,' he gave a throaty
chuckle and gazed at me. 'You do like me don't you?'

'Of course, I've already told you, Flore. I like you very much.'

'That's good, 'cos I like you a lot.'

I think we'd had this bit of conversation before but I liked hearing it. I
think I was getting a little crush on the kid, maybe even falling in love a
bit but tonight would be the acid test. Basically three very short
questions. Could he take me? Would he take me? Did he want to take me? And
then there was always the big supplementary.

'What's it like being fucked, Joey? Does it hurt? Is it messy?'

'What's it like having sex?' I corrected him with a smile. 'It might hurt a
bit to start but that goes but that's down to preparation. 'I'll make a bed
up in the studio room for yourself and Loren tomorrow night.'

'Gonna take pictures?'

'For you to sleep dimwit.'

'Oh,' he looked at me clearly a little confused. 'I want to sleep with you
though.'

'You look after Lorenzo, he'll be a bit confused and lonely in a bloody
great room like that on his own... you were.'

'I suppose,' he grinned. 'My first solo flight.'

'Little Miss Dynamite,' I ruffled his short hair.

'Less of the Miss, pervy. Come on, let's have this bath and go to bed,' he
jumped up and grabbed my hand. We were off on our great
adventure. Florian's Deflowering to put a name to it.

I'd spent money in the bathroom and kitchen so they were probably the best
appointed rooms in the place, the lounge or living room was next on my hit
list but that is only setting the scene. A nice big bath and a seperate
shower, this was more for my photography than actual cleanliness and the
expense had paid for itself over the last year. Florian began to dither;
Bath or shower, shower or bath.

'Just get in the bath, we'll share,' I grabbed him and hugged him taking
the opportunity to fondle his small bum yet again.

'You fancy my bum,' he giggled.

'Brainiac.' I eventually got the bath topped up with a mountain of foam
spilling over the rim and guided him in. He was tense and nervous but I
expected that. 'Go with the flow, Flore. No one's going to hurt you.'

'I hope not,' he gulped and then grinned as my soapy hands began to slide
over him, around him and guided him down into the hot water. 'Jeez, that's
better... this place is so cold.'

'Trouble with big rooms,' I cuddled his slippery body getting nervous
myself as the moment came near. Needless to say he was hard again as I was
but this time I had the urge and it wasn't going to go away. His smooth
white body, slippery with foam and his little grins and giggles were turn
on big time and he knew it.

'That's so big,' he crouched over me as I sat. He bent in to kiss me and
grasped my erection and worked it to and fro under the water.

'Turn around Flore.'

'You're not doing me in the bath,' he scowled.

'No,' I laughed. 'I want to admire your little bum.'

'My a-hole you mean,' he laughed and with a flurry of water and foam
reversed himself sticking his sweet boy fanny almost in my face, I slid
myself down the bath and pulled him up until it really was in my face and
then spread his shiny cheeks and lapped and mouthed at his pucker. 'That is
so duuurty,' he wriggled but didn't try and pull away as I tasted his
beautifully clean little ring and finally slipped one finger up against the
puckered muscle and gently slid it home.

He was so tight, he groaned and pushed back onto my probing as my finger
quite easily slipped in and out of his little boy bottom.

'Makes me go all hard when you do that,' he grunted. 'Feels really weird,'
he gave another drawn out moan and pushed back harder. I knew what it was
but wasn't telling him. I could feel the soft lump of his freshly awakened
prostate and was massaging it with my finger. 'Aaah,' he gave a
disappointed wail as I slid my finger free and then a yelp as I pushed two
fingers through his yielding muscle. 'Cor, that hurt,' he said
reproachfully but clasped the edge of the bath deternined to see it
through.

'Inner cleanliness,' I lied. I didn't want to tell him at this stage that
what I was really doing was easing and relaxing that all important circular
muscle. One finger, two fingers and then jackpot... or that was the theory.

'So, you haven't done anything at all with Lorenzo?' He spoke
conversationally as my fingers moved in and out slowly stirring, teasing
and easing.

'Christ, I've told you twice, Florian. Bloody well no!'

'Don't have to get humpy,' he laughed and began to push back as my fingers
pushed in deeper and deeper and maybe just a little bit faster. 'He fancies
you, you know.'

'Does he?'

'He fancies me as well.' he told me for the umpteenth time and groaned as
my other hand reached between his legs and softly carressed his soapy ball
sac.

'You'll be alright tomorrow night then,' I slipped my fingers free and
pulled his bottom down onto my chest and put my arms around him and grasped
his juvenile hardness as he lay on me.

'What do you think he likes?'

'The things boys do.'

'Fucking or getting fucked, I mean?' He replied impatiently.

'You'll find out tomorrow.'

'We're gonna do it tonight though... aren't we?'

'I hope so, Florian, I really do.' I wasn't really too keen on him 'doing
it' as he put it with Lorenzo but boys would be boys and I couldn't watch
them all the time. This night was going to be mine though. Of course, I
also didn't tell him that now Loren had come out of hibernation I really
fancied him as well, I would think being bigger and more of a street kid he
could be fun.

'Come on, let's get dried off,' he said. 'The water's getting a bit
chilly.' He was right, it was. The water was cooling down and I was heating
up. 'Jeez, that is so big,' he looked down at me as he clambered out and I
struggled to my feet. 'So big,' he whispered and grasped me working my
loose skin to and fro.

'Don't Flore, I'll be popping in a minute.'

'Let's go to bed then,' he grinned and grabbed a towel and started to dry
himself off. I looked after myself, any more contact with his sweet body
and I was going to shag him to death on the spot. he wanted me and it was
nothing to do with experimenting or practicing, he wanted me. I knew it and
so did he. Dried at last I gently guided him from the bathroom and into the
bedroom, the bridal chamber I suppose.

'You gotta stop if I tell you,' he looked at me seriously as we slipped
into the bed together.

'I shall, babes,' I gave him a quick kiss, I was so hard it was actually
hurting and I was leaking precum in excitement. It was all I could do not
to roll him onto his belly and plunder his sweet bum on the spot. 'Go onto
your side, Florian. I'm just gonna lube you up a bit... if you want me to
stop just say so.'

'And you will?' He giggled nervously.

'Yeah,' I reached for my trusty KY parked under the pillow and squirted a
glop on my fingers.

'Jeez, that's cold,' he whined as my oiled fingers slipped between his tiny
cheeks and located his little pucker. 'Take it easy,' he begged as I slowly
slipped one finger inside his sphincer into his inner warmth. 'Yeah, that's
nice,' he wriggled back as I hit his prostate again but this time I wasn't
messing.

'Lift your leg bit, Flore,' I heard my voice break.

'Take it easy,' he repeated.

'Yeah,' I soothed him nibbling and kissing at his smooth neck. I slowly
slid my single finger out and as he whined a protest slipped two back in. A
moan and then a sigh of satisfaction.

'It's better with that slippery stuff,' he mumbled and clutched the pillow
holding it to his chest.

'Let's just relax you a bit,' I whispered and gently pushed my fingers deep
into his bottom upto the knuckles. He flinched and tightened up a bit but I
whispered sweet nothings and kissed his ears relaxing him and making his
anal muscle just that little more pliable.

'Go on do it,' he finally begged. 'You keep going with the finger thing I'm
gonna cum, I'm as hard as a rock.'

Yet again I slowly slid my fingers free coating the inside of his cheeks
with KY and finally smearing my own weeping glans with the excess. The
moment of truth was on us.

'Steady,' he croaked in a nervous voice.

'Relax and push out like you wanna crap.'

'Charming,' he giggled but soon stopped and tensed up as he felt my oiled
glans between his cheeks.

'Florian,' I whispered and kissed the side of his face and I felt my
erection press against his little ring and then the incredible sensation as
he opened up for me and I felt my well lubricated glans push into his
beautiful inner warmth.

'Jeez, that hurts,' he whinged and clutched the pillow. 'Take it out, take
it out.'

'Freeze.' I ordered. 'Do as I say... push out.'

I kept perfectly motionless as he calmed down. If I abandoned things now he
may never go this far again. It was do or die time.' A moment later I felt
him relax and slipped just a little further into his honeypot.

'Go on... slowly,' he whispered and gave a little push back onto me. 'It
feels bloody huge.'

'They always do,' I reassured him. 'You'd feel huge in me, that's the way
it goes.'

'Can I do you then?' He asked eagerly and tried to turn impaling himself on
another inch. I took the opportunity to kiss the side of his face and slip
in another inch or so. I was nearly passing out with the pleasure, he was
so hot, so tight and he was all mine... at least for the night.

'If you want to Butch Boy,' I put my hand on his taut belly avoiding his
jerking spike and gently moved to and fro, very small movements.

'Good,' he groaned and surprsingly push back onto me as I began to take
bigger bites of the cherry. 'Gonna shag you rotten after this,' he giggled
and pushed onto me again.

'Steady,' I warned him and holding him firmly but gently forcefully slid in
deep. I sighed as my belly pressed against his back and I felt my pubics
against his soft bottom.

'Aaaaah,' he groaned and wriggled on me. 'That is like a bloody great log,'
he giggled. 'Is it in?'

'Don't be cheeky,' I smiled in the gloom. A virgin no longer he was mine
now and I couldn't hold back any longer. I raised his upper leg and started
to move slowly in and out more or less fucking in slomo. The wonder was he
pushed back at first and as it went on pushed back harder and harder as if
demanding more.

'Go on,' he finally grunted. 'Faster.' He started to wank himself but I
caught his hand and stopped him. 'Aaaaw... ' he moaned.

'Save it, I want to suck you dry, my little lover boy.'

'Great,' he giggled and reached back resting his hand on my thigh as I
began to pump and slip in and out of his tight little fanny quite
easily. He was good and hopefully he was going to get better, He was
pushing back onto me and now no complaints, he was accepting me and by his
little moans and murmurs enjoying what he was getting.

Unfortunately it couldn't last. I'd been waiting for this since I'd first
seen him and my dick felt it was about to explode. 'I'm cuming, Flore,' I
grunted as I pounded into his boyish bottom.

'Oooo...er,' he grunted and shoved his bottom back onto me as I thrust in
deep and hard and just lay there glued to his body. I felt my cock jerk and
then the blessed releif as I felt the hot squirts and pumping as I voided a
huge cum up into his gut.  'Jeeezus,' he giggled and screwed himself back
onto my spurting erection. 'That is so weird.'

'Ain't it just,' I whispered and I kissed him as his head craned around. I
moved slowly all passion spent and slowly withdrew feeling the smear of my
excess spunk between his sweet cheeks.

'I'm shagged,' he whispered and rolled to face me. 'Was I OK?'

'Perfect,' I gently rolled him onto his back and ducked my head taking his
semi erect boy cock into my mouth. He must have gone off the boil but he
was soon back.

'Aaaah, Joey,' he sighed and pumped into my mouth as I sucked at his young
hardness and toyed with his sweet, smooth and tight nuts. This kid was
about to go and go he did. He thrust his hips into the air and loosed a
series of blasts of juicy cum deep into the back of my throat. 'That was
one of my best,' his teeth flashed in the gloom. 'You must have drained
me.'

'I hope so, lover boy,' I slid back up the bed and we shared a spunky
kiss. I was in heaven, I had another six or seven hours of darkness with
Florian and then we were entertaining Loren. That was a whole new ball game
but I was feeling lucky, the future was rosy to coin a phrase. 'Sleep,
baby. Big day tomorrow.'

'You, me and our hotty Lorenzo,' he sniggered.


			     To be continued.


P2 - Florian's Story P3 - Lorenzo's Story


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