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Richard Darby Stories presents...

 

Kodak Moments

 

A story written by Robert Lawrence.

 

Josh was happy.  He was walking to his very first paying job he had ever had.  He fought the urge to skip.  Twelve and a half year olds don't skip, he reminded himself.  Even if, at near thirteen, you looked like you were only eleven.

 

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Josh was 5'2", according to his last visit to the doctor's, and barely 100 pounds.  The puberty bug had not bitten him yet, in fact it didn't even seem to be anywhere in the vicinity.  He had been told by well meaning relatives to be patient.  "Your change of life" his aunt had called it, "would be a shame.  You have such beautiful skin."

 

In the mirror, Josh had confirmed that he did indeed have, if not "beautiful" skin, at least a rare look.  His skin was almost translucent (a word he had learned in seventh grade science when they were studying the properties of light).  It was definitely white, but with the added uniqueness of showing in a much diffused way (another science term) the underlying structures of blue veins and capillaries.  Every morning he also confirmed that there was not yet a single pubic or underarm or upper lip hair, and in fact no hair anywhere except on his head.  Even his calves showed only a few short, thin blond hairs.  And Josh knew from experience that attempts at tanning only resulted in his turning red, not tan.

 

He thought he looked "fragile".  But the girls at school seemed to like his skin.  They were always quietly asking to touch it.  Josh wished he had a more substantial look, a robust look, like he was tougher.  But the girls told him he was cute.  The thought made him shake his shaggy blond hair and grin as he approached the door of the photography studio.

 

It was his looks that apparently had made his new job possible.  Actually it was his mother who had started it all.  She had decided several weeks ago that they needed a `family portrait.'  "Some family" Josh had sneered out loud and had received a hard flick to his left ear in return.  Josh's unspoken point was that the `family' consisted of him and his mom.  No siblings, and his father had disappeared eight years ago.  Disappeared, as in walked away; not as in died in a horrible automobile accident.  Josh wasn't sure why he had left, and Josh's mom would only say it was grown up stuff and they could talk about it when he was older.  The excuse was infuriating, but what could a kid do?  Josh thought.

 

So Josh and his mom had shown up at Grayson's Studio one morning when Josh's mom was off work from her waitress job, and they had done several individual and together poses for Mr. Grayson.  But when Josh's mom had excused herself to the ladies room, Mr. Grayson had approached Josh.

 

"Josh.  I suppose you've been told before that you have a different kind of look," Grayson started.

 

"Yeah," Josh admitted, thinking to himself `Here we go again.'

 

"Well, I'd like to ask you to model for me.  But you know that sounds kind of gay, right?"

 

"I suppose," replied Josh.

 

"I've got a business proposition that kind of uses the modeling thing, but it's not exactly modeling.  But we can't explain it to your mom.  Would you just agree to start coming to see me here at the shop if I told her I wanted to pay you to clean-up around here for a couple hours a week?" asked Grayson.

 

Josh had to think about this a little.  It sounded sort of mysterious, and maybe even dangerous, but if he got paid, what the heck.  "Okay.  You can tell her I want to do it, and if you convince her, we have a deal.  How much?"

 

"Huh?" Grayson asked.

 

"How much you going to pay me?" pushed Josh.

 

"How's five bucks an hour sound?" Grayson answered.

 

"OK for starters," grinned Josh.

 

When Josh's mom came back, Josh was impressed with how smoothly Grayson asked about hiring Josh.  His mom was so happy that Josh was going to be earning something, that she quickly lost any suspicions about motivation.  Then Grayson sealed the deal by telling her that there would be no charge for the pictures he had just taken.  Josh thought at that point in the conversation she would have approved his becoming Grayson's slave.

 

"I usually close at noon on Saturdays, except for special appointments.  Josh, why don't you come to the shop this Saturday, at noon, and knock at the back door in the alley and I'll let you in, and show you what needs to be done?" Grayson proposed.

 

"Okey-dokey," said Josh as he smiled.  Grayson had put out his hand and Josh shook it.  The touch felt warm and soft and reassuring.  As he and his mom had gone out the front door, Josh had turned to look once more at Grayson.  Grayson was looking directly at him, and smiled.

 

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Josh returned to the present as he walked up to the alley door to the studio.  After a couple of raps on the peeling screen door, the main door opened and Grayson unlatched the screen door and pushed it out.  "Enter, young sir," Grayson said.

 

Josh stepped inside.  The back room was filled with shelves of what Josh guessed were chemicals and paper and a few small appliances Josh didn't recognize.  But his eyes were attracted to the far wall where there was real furniture like a sofa and chair and even a bed, with lights, like the lights above the stage at his school auditorium, hanging in the ceiling.

 

"You live here, too?" asked Josh.

 

"Sort of," said Grayson.  "I know this is all kind of mysterious.  So I'll explain everything about what I think we can do, and if you still want to do it, then we can get started.  Have you eaten?" asked Grayson.

 

"Not really," admitted Josh.  He had wanted to be on time for his first day on the job and was kind of nervous, and so had not bothered with lunch.

 

"Okay.  Come over here and we can eat and talk.  Ham and cheese sandwich okay with you?" Grayson asked, moving to a refrigerator against another wall.

 

"Unless ya got PBJ," Josh responded.  "And milk."

 

"You got it," Grayson busied himself with the ingredients for a simple lunch, while Josh wandered around the large room, familiarizing himself with his new surroundings.

 

Grayson finally motioned him to a small table with two chairs and they began munching.  Grayson waited till he had taken several bites of his sandwich before continuing.  "Here's the deal.  I could play around with your head and start talking about modeling and making big money, and blah blah.  But I already figured you for being a little sophisticated about this setup.  I could try to convince you about taking more and more of your clothes off for pictures, acting like it was all on the level."

 

Grayson had fixed his gaze on Josh's face and Josh was staring back with an expression of intrigue.

 

Grayson continued.  "Let me ask you point blank.  You've got a very interesting... dare I say, exotic look?  What do you think of getting naked and letting me take pictures of you?"

 

Josh had seen it coming a mile away.  "Well, I've never done anything like that.  I don't think I have any problem with being naked in front of you, but there's some stuff I need to know.  Can I ask you?"

 

"Ask away, little buddy," Grayson said, sitting back in his chair slightly but still studying Josh's body language.

 

"Are you gay?" asked Josh.

 

"Uh, not exactly," is all Grayson said.

 

"Whadda ya mean?"

 

"Well, I suck cock, but I prefer the company of much younger guys, like you and your friends," Grayson stated.

 

"Uh-huh," Josh paused, considering what Grayson had said.  "Well, I don't know about you touching me... you know... that way.  Gay and all.  I don't know if I want to suck and fuck with an old guy.  Sorry," Josh said almost flinching at the words he had just used.

 

"No problem.  You might want to get gay someday or never.  But I promise I'm not going to go psycho on you and force you to do anything.  In fact, you can walk out right now, if you want, no hard feelings and with two hours pay," Grayson offered.

 

"Don't get me wrong.  I've done some stuff with my friends, so it's not like I'm a scared virgin or something," Josh said, wanted to clarify his previous comments.  "But if you leave it up to me about what we might do, then that's cool.  But I'm worried you're going to put my pictures all over the Internet, and that is something I do not need!  I'm serious!" Josh exclaimed, changing his face to his most intense; `Don't fuck with me!' look.

 

Grayson raised his eyebrows.  "And I promise right here and now I have no intention of putting whatever pictures I may take on the Web.  I might as well call the cops myself to come on over and get me," Grayson stated matter-of-factly.

 

"So, up to now all I have is talk.  What guarantees have I got?  I'm only a kid.  You might tie me up in the next minute and fuck me raw," Josh posited graphically.

 

"Whoa.  Never in a million years," Grayson began, and then continued,  "I could ramble on at this point about building trust and so forth; how there are no guarantees in life;  Etcetera," Grayson had locked eyes again with Josh.  And for at least 30 seconds there was only silence. Then Grayson pulled something out of his shirt pocket. (Across the table, Josh could only see a 4x6 white card.) "Will you let me take some shots today, just to see how we get along?  And do you promise not to tell anyone?" Grayson asked.

 

"Yeah, I guess," Josh replied.  And then asked, "What's in your hand?"

 

"OK.  Here's my trust in you.  It's your leverage. It's your way of getting back at me if I ever break your trust."

 

Josh didn't know how a piece of cardboard was going to give him any control over a stranger, but he took the offered card and turned it over.

 

Besides getting the shock of his life, Josh also felt a stirring in his jeans when he took in the image in the photo.  Quite clearly one could make out Grayson lying naked at the side of a torso of a nude 12 or 13 year old boy with a boner.  But you couldn't see all of the boner because part of it was in Grayson's mouth.  The kid's face was not all in the photo.  But the few hairs around the kid's dick were pretty, Josh thought.

 

"You see.  If you want to make trouble, this would do it.  Don't you think?" Grayson probed.

 

"Uh, most definitely," said Josh, returning from a brief flight of fancy in his head.

 

"So.  What do you think?  You want to try being a model for me?  I can tell you – no funny stuff today – unless it's your idea," Grayson said with a twinkle in his eye. "But I've got some great plans for us if things work out."

 

Josh tore his eyes off of the photo and stuffed it into his jeans' pocket.  He made a mental note that he hoped like hell he'd remember to take it out when he got home.

 

"Wait a minute, little buddy," Grayson started.  "You and I both know that mothers can be very snoopy.  I want you to keep your guarantee somewhere on the premises here, where only you know where it is.  That way you can always tell the cops where to find it, if you ever get really super pissed at me."

 

Josh mulled it over and decided that this wasn't a 100% sure thing.  Grayson could always ransack his own place and maybe find it, but you had to start somewhere.  And Grayson was right about his mom.

 

The older man continued. "Here's what we do.  I'm going to go out for a walk.  I'm going to be gone about 15 minutes.  While I'm gone, you just cruise around in here and the other rooms, and find a place to hide it.  I know you'll think of something clever.  You've seen mystery movies, right?  Something'll come to you," Grayson smiled, standing up and starting for the back door.

 

"You're just going to leave me alone in here?  I might steal you blind before you get back," Josh warned.

 

"The trust has got to start sometime.  Besides, I know where you live too," Grayson joked.  And with that, he opened the rear door and was gone.

 

Josh went to the one small window that looked out over the alley.  Sure enough, Grayson wasn't lurking back there.  So Josh took his guarantee and began searching for a hiding place.  He went into the little bathroom, the same one his mom had used a few days before.  He took out the photo and held it in his left hand.  His right hand went to his own crotch, and started rubbing the hard-on that was already there.  He undid his belt and zipper and pushed down his jeans and briefs in one movement.

 

He sat down on the lid of the toilet.  He looked at the boy dick in the picture and then down at his own straining boner.  His own was four inches long (he'd measured it) and slim, with a distinctly separated tip.  He knew this meant he was circumsized, what some of the other boys called `cut'.  His right hand wrapped itself around the shaft and began a rhythmic stroking, something that had been a familiar action to Josh for the last 18 months.  But now there was an added attraction.

 

He focused his attention on the boy body in the photo.  It was very exciting for Josh to see a boy like him, getting what might have been a terrific blow job.  Only two other boys had ever cooperated in sucking Josh, and although it had done the job, the performances were not Academy Award quality.  Grayson might be old, but he was probably good at it. 

 

Then Josh's attention moved to the image of Grayson.  Actually, he was very good looking.  He didn't have any facial hair, and was closely shaven.  His eyes were a piercing blue with dark flecks in the iris.  He must work out or something, because he was trim, the muscles in his stomach visible, not covered by flab.  Josh found himself trying to make out Grayson's equipment.  Yep, there it was, just visible over the boy's thigh, parallel to the leg.  It wasn't huge, but it had a distinct head just like Josh.  He's cut, Josh noted.

 

And then it started to happen.  The orgasm seemed to be coming on more intensely than it ever had before.  His dick started jerking and swelling, trying to shoot the semen he did not yet have.  But Josh was almost scared at the breathless, blood rushing effect he was feeling.  Josh slumped back against the toilet tank and tried to regain his control.  He looked down at his prick.  It was a bright red, almost as if it were angry.  But it was slowly getting soft.

 

After another minute Josh put his clothes back in order.  He laughed at himself, however, when he realized he'd probably be taking these back off completely in the next hour, and in front of a stranger.  Now what to do about the photo.

 

He decided he'd wasted enough time.  The mirrored medicine cabinet over the little sink looked promising.  He stood on the toilet lid so that he was looking down on top of the cabinet.  There was enough of a space between the metal of the cabinet and the wall that he could slip the photo in there.  He tested it and there was enough friction that the photo was not going to drop all the way down, and it could still be pulled back out if needed.  There was at least a century of dirt, dust and cobwebs across the top.  By arranging some of this over the slightly protruding edge of the picture, it was well camouflaged.

 

Proud of himself, Josh left the bathroom and went to the back room.  He'd already seen the front display and studio area when he was there with his mom.  So until Grayson returned he'd explore the back room.  Glancing at the clock, he noticed he only had about five more minutes.  He checked out the shelves and didn't recognize very much.  The light stands and reflectors and tripods around the furniture grouping were a little more interesting.  He was bouncing on the sofa when the back door opened and Grayson came in carrying a paper bag.

 

"Mission accomplished, mon ami?" Grayson quipped.

 

Josh didn't know what a `moan a me' was, but he'd heard actors in old movies with French people saying it, so he figured it was OK. "Oui," Josh ventured.

 

"Oh, ho.  You are sophisticated," Grayson congratulated him in a fake French accent. He pulled a fifth of Canadian whiskey out of the paper sack and placed it in the middle of the table.  Grayson saw Josh watching him and said, "Liquid courage, for me, and you, if you want."

 

No one had ever offered him booze before.  Josh thought Grayson might be pretty cool, after all.

 

Grayson got an ordinary ceramic coffee cup off a nearby shelf, put some ice cubes from the fridge in it and poured some of the amber liquid from the bottle into it.

 

Josh decided to test the offer of a drink and walked over to the table across from Grayson.

 

"Shall we toast our project?" Grayson asked, reaching for a small drinking glass that he loaded with ice cubes.

 

"Sure," said Josh, realizing that he was in what he had started to call his "what-the-hell" mode of behavior.

 

Grayson put down his cup as he rummaged in the fridge and pulled out a can of cola.  Josh read the printing on the side of the coffee cup: Scouts taste better than brownies.  Josh wasn't sure it meant anything, but he'd work on it.  It must be funny, to somebody.

 

He watched Grayson tip a bit of alcohol into the glass and fill it up the rest of the way with cola.

 

Josh took the glass from Grayson's hand and before he could put it to his lips, Grayson touched his hand.  The touch was soft and warm, Josh noted.  Grayson grabbed his cup and moved it toward Josh, clinking with his glass.  Josh realized no one had ever toasted with him, either.  It was already a day of firsts, and it wasn't over yet.

 

The drink tasted odd.  It went down pretty much like a coke, but there was an after taste or maybe just a vapor of like cough syrup or mouth wash.  He had to take another gulp to check.

 

"Slow down, pardner," Grayson cautioned.  "I'd like you to be able to follow some directions during the next hour, not laying passed out on the floor."

 

A warmth had already enveloped Josh's head, almost like when he was close to finishing jerking off.  He could get to like drinking, he thought.

 

"OK.  Speaking of taking instructions.  What do we do now?" Josh asked pointedly.

 

"Well, you can go over to the sofa and get comfortable, while I secure the building and set up."  Grayson moved to the small window into the room and pulled the blind down and fastened it. Then he threw the deadbolt on the door. He started toward the hallway to the front.

 

"What do you mean... comfortable?" Josh queried.  "You mean strip?"

 

"Comfortable.  Anything you want, little buddy.  But I'd really like to start with you with your pants on.  But whatever," said Grayson as he visually checked the position of the dead bolt on the front door, and the position of the Open/Closed sign in the window.  He came back through the little hallway and shut and locked the door on it.

 

Josh had gone to the couch, taking another sip of his drink.  He took his shoes and socks off and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed under him.

 

Grayson had taken a camera off a shelf and was screwing it on to the top of a tripod.  He flicked on a couple of lights that were already pointed at the living room set.  They weren't so bright that they made Josh squint, but they did feel warm.

 

"So, is everything you take digital," Josh asked, hoping to demonstrate his mastery of the medium.

 

"Not at all.  I do take electronic images, but you still can't beat film emulsion."

 

"Why?"

 

"The dots, the pixels of digital photos have gotten very small, but it is still one dot here then another.  That makes it easy to store and manipulate electronically.  But you still lose whatever was between the dots in the real world.  Old time film emulsion is what we call continuous.  Now, true, the dots in emulsion are still there as molecules, but they make for so much better resolution.  And if I want to have a digital image, all I need to do is put a good print on a high resolution scanner and, viola, I have digital too," Grayson lectured as he got setup.  "Did you follow any of that, my friend?"

 

"Uh, kinda," Josh replied.  Surprisingly, he thought to himself, I did.  "So what are you using today?" Josh asked, pointing at the camera.

 

"Today we are shooting old fashioned film."

 

Flash-click.

 

"You took a picture already?" Josh asked, immediately hating himself for asking about the obvious.

 

"Testing, but I'm ready anytime.  Are you?" Grayson asked.

 

"I guess," Josh replied, taking another sip of his drink, and then putting it down on a table well outside of the sofa picture taking area.  "What do you want me to do?"

 

"Just sit back on your crossed legs like you were and when you look over here, look at me."

 

Flash-click.

 

"I wasn't ready," Josh mockingly whined.  He put a smile on his face, like he did for the portrait with mom.

 

Flash-click

 

"Not that smile, kiddo.  The other one."

 

Flash-click

 

"What other . . .?"

 

"The one when you looked at the naked kid in the picture."

 

"I did not . . ."

 

Flash-click

 

"Yeah.  That one,"  Grayson laughed.

 

Josh thought that this modeling thing was a neat game.  He shifted position a little to one side.

 

Flash-click

 

He thought about some of the poses of the women in some of the porn his friend had brought up from the internet.  He stretched out on his side.

 

Flash-click.  Flash-click

 

He lifted his knee.

 

Flash-click.

 

He sat back up and started to pull his T-shirt over his head.  Several flashes accompanied his progress.

 

He looked down at his bare stomach and brought his hands up to his chest.

 

Flash-click.

 

Josh felt an electric sensation as be brushed over his nipples.

 

Flash-click

 

"God, you're beautiful," Grayson said.  "It's like you're made of alabaster."

 

Flash-click

 

Josh had never been complimented on his looks by a stranger before.  He felt he owed this man something.  Here goes nothing, Josh thought.  He rolled on to his back on the couch and undid his belt and zipper and started to push the jeans off his legs.

 

"Slow down," came the order from Grayson, who had moved away from the tripod camera and was using one in his hand.

 

Grayson was at an angle now looking up Josh's body from his toes.  Josh continued to push the jeans off his feet and threw them to the floor.  He had managed to leave his briefs on.  He realized that his boner was trying as hard as it could to push the briefs out, circus tent fashion.

 

"Sorry," Josh apologized to Grayson.

 

Flash-click

 

"Don't be, my boy.  You just keep getting prettier."

 

Josh wasn't sure if he liked the `pretty' reference or not.  But then he remembered that he had thought the same word when he saw the pubic hairs on the kid in the photo.  There was no stopping now.  If boners were the topic, then he was going for it. He tried to stare down the camera, now that it was only a few feet from him.  He put on his `wicked' smile, rolled his legs back over his head, put his thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and began to slowly slide them up his legs and off his feet.  The clicking sounds intensified.

 

He dropped the briefs in front of the sofa.  On impulse, he spread his legs, giving Grayson a wide open field, as it were.

 

Click-click-click.

 

Grayson had moved around to Josh's head and was now shooting at an angle of head to foot.  Josh figured he now knew the meaning of the phrase he heard in an old war movie, where a British character said, "In for a penny, in for a pound."  Josh reached down and grabbed his cock and began to pump it.  His other hand went between his legs and started cupping his little ball sack.

 

Flash-flash-flash

 

Grayson re-positioned again nearer Josh's thighs.

 

The middle finger on Josh's left hand felt between his legs for his pucker hole.  Josh had not done this before very much, but it seemed a fun thing to do now.  He brought his hand back up to his lips and sucked his middle finger slippery with saliva.

 

Flash-click.

 

Reaching back between his legs, he slipped his finger into his asshole.

 

Flash-click.

 

Josh was surprised about how easily it went in.  When it was as far in as he could get it, he wiggled it, and was shocked about the reaction his body had.

 

Flash-click.

 

All the while his right hand was stroking his cock, which Josh could swear was bigger than usual, however that was possible.  Between the pressure of his finger up his butt and his practiced stroking of his penis, the electric shocks started from his balls, then to his lower back and up his spine.

 

"I'm going to cum," Josh warned Grayson.

 

Flash-click

 

"Wet or dry, I'm ready," Grayson almost panted.

 

"Dry," Josh exhaled, and then suddenly his body began to spasm.  Jerk after jerk, even more powerful than the earlier episode in the bathroom.  He gave in to his muscles' demands and his body arched up off the sofa cushions, pointing his dick straight at the ceiling.  He brought both hands back to the sofa, and held his arched pose a little longer. 

 

Flash-click. Click-click-click-click.

 

Suddenly weak as a rag doll, Josh crashed back.  Josh looked over at Grayson for the first time in several minutes, hoping to get a look of approval.  Grayson's face and his arms below the arms of his short sleeve sport shirt were slicked with perspiration.  There were big sweat stains under his arms, as if he had been working out.

 

And most impressive of all to Josh was Grayson's dick. At sometime during the shoot, Grayson had dropped his trousers. The erection looked to be about six inches, cut and just nicely proportioned, not too fat or too thin, sticking straight out from his body.  His pubic hair was dark brown, not black, and grew within only an inch or so around the base of the cock.  Grayson's inner thighs were actually smooth, the light brown hair on his legs not starting until below his knees.

 

Grayson set his camera on an end table and almost fell forward.  He reached under Josh's out stretched legs, lifted them and slid into a sitting position on the sofa, lowering Josh's legs on to his thighs, just forward of his crotch and erection.  Josh flinched a bit but Grayson then lowered his left arm across Josh's legs, pressing them down.  With his right hand he grabbed his rampant prick and began jacking off.

 

Josh propped himself up on his elbows and stared down his body, past his own now deflated dick, at the grown man's activity.   But it wasn't more than a few seconds before Josh had a boner again.

 

Grayson, who had been staring forward, shifted his gaze back to Josh.  He smiled through his exertion at Josh's excited state, and increased his jacking.  Josh was fascinated; he had never seen a guy with hair jacking off.  He couldn't wait for the finale.

 

And he wasn't disappointed.  Grayson was soon panting and even grunting a bit.  Suddenly his rhythm changed as he started to coax the first jets of semen from the tip of his cock.

 

"Jeez," Josh exclaimed out loud, as he stared at the white gobs landing on Grayson's chin; then his chest; then stomach.

 

Grayson couldn't resist.  "No, jiz," he panted.

 

Grayson finally stopped his pounding and just lay breathing heavily, his dick slowly deflating.  Grayson looked over at Josh and exclaimed with a smile, "Are you hard again?"  And then he spoke to the room, "Ah, the resiliency of youth."

 

Josh's legs were still under Grayson's arm, so instead of disrupting the moment by trying to squirm free, he did a sit-up. He reached out and he touched one of the sperm puddles on Grayson's abdomen with two fingers of his right hand.  At first he just closely inspected the slime, but a weird thought entered his head and he found himself bringing the fingers to his nose to smell it, and then to his lips to taste the fluid.  Salt and chlorine were thoughts that popped up, but the taste didn't make him puke, like he'd always imagined he might do if ever he tasted jiz.

 

Grayson had been watching this action and was smiling.  "It's OK isn't it?"

 

"I guess," Josh was dragging his fingers through another puddle, just playing with the texture.

 

"Hey.  You said you only had a dry orgasm," Grayson said.

 

"Yeah.  Why?" Josh asked.

 

"Well, look at the slit in your dick," Grayson was pointing out.

 

Josh pulled his cock back to see the end of it.  Sure enough, there was the tiniest little shining drop at the tip.  "Just pee," Josh said.  But he touched it with a dry finger and it was slippery.  "Wow.  Maybe I did cum."

 

"Is this a first for you?" Grayson asked.  Josh looked at his face and thought he looked like a proud father, like Josh had just passed his driver's test.

 

"Well, it's the first time I've noticed it, so I guess it is," Josh sputtered.  It was only a single droplet, but Josh figured it was just the beginning.  He had to smile proudly too. "Let me practice what it's going to be like," he announced.

 

Reaching out again to collect more of Grayson's sperm-laded semen, Josh brought it back and smeared it all around his own boner.  God, that feels great, thought Josh, like when he used his mom's hand lotion in the bathroom sometimes.  He couldn't resist starting to rub his dick.

 

"Could I help?" Grayson said.  "Part of that is me, after all."

 

"Sure." Josh knew the moment was probably coming and had already decided he shouldn't pass up the experience.  To be truthful, Josh had to admit to himself that he was actually hoping he could get the same attention from Grayson that Grayson had given to the boy in the photo.

 

Grayson reached his hand out and, oh-so gently, pushed Josh's busy right hand away and grasped Josh's prick.  Josh jumped at the touch.  Grayson was rubbing his cock with only two large fingers and a thumb, but it felt like he had been doing it forever.  His technique included squeezing the shaft, and lightly brushing the edge of the glans, which Josh had already learned to love.  And he was alternating the pressure on the shaft between up and down strokes.  `Like milking an upside-down cow', Josh giggled in his head.

 

Josh closed his eyes and started fantasizing.  He was imagining naked boys with hard-ons being chased and held by handsome men that looked like Grayson.  The sensations coming from his penis were awesome.

 

After a couple of minutes, Josh's eyes suddenly flew open.  He confirmed that the feelings in his cock were no longer coming from a hand, but Grayson was bent over his crotch, with his dicky in his mouth.  Oh man, Josh exulted in his mind.  He closed his eyes and let all the emotions and sensations carry him to someplace he had never been.  Nature took over, and instead of just laying still, Josh experimented with moving his hips up and down.  He felt Grayson adjust his tempo and quickly they seemed to be in synch.

 

After several minutes of this dance, when Josh thought that he couldn't get any higher, the electricity started to flow through him again, and again it felt stronger than before.  He tried to continue his fucking motions and was simultaneously trying to arch his back.  Grayson adjusted his position and sucking motions.  Josh could feel everything inside of Grayson's mouth as his hardon started to buck around all on its own.  He knew he was cumming... and so did Grayson.

 

Suddenly Josh was trying to push his dick out the back of Grayson's head, over and over.  He could feel Grayson's tongue still flicking all over his glans, as with each stroke it became more and more sensitive, until he couldn't stand another second of it.  He tried to drop back to the cushion and uncouple, but Grayson followed him down.  He did stop sucking and moving his tongue against Josh's organ, and instead just held it in his mouth.

 

After forever, the sparkles finally stopped going off behind Josh's closed eye lids. His dick softened, and after opening his eyes, the room stopped spinning in another 20 seconds.

 

Grayson removed his mouth from Josh's rubbery snake. "You'll be happy to know that we just swapped jiz.  You ate mine and I just had a drop of yours," Grayson announced.

 

"Come on.  How can you tell with all the spit you were using?" Josh inquired.

 

"Cuz your cum is still sweet.  No sperm, I'd guess," Grayson postulated.  "So, what do you think about your first gay experience with an old guy?"

 

"For sure, it was a first," Josh hedged.  But he knew he had already fallen, if not in love with this weird guy, then at least in lust.  And another weird thought entered his head as he declared, "I liked it this much."

 

And before Grayson could react, Josh did a situp and kissed him on the cheek.  He left his face only inches from Grayson's and stared into his eyes, trying to telepathically communicate what his mouth could not yet say.

 

Grayson knew what to do.  He unpinned Josh's legs, and with a hand gripping each side of Josh's chest, spun him around still seated, and pulled him into his lap.  He wrapped his arms around Josh, hugged him and moved his lips towards Josh.

 

Josh reached his arms around Grayson's neck and, this time, Josh planted his kiss on Grayson's mouth.  He had practiced French kissing with one of his school friends only twice, but took a chance and extended the tip of his tongue into Grayson's accepting mouth.  Immediately Grayson sent his tongue in search of Josh's back teeth.  For a minute, they explored each other's teeth and cheeks and palates, swapping spit, barely breathing.

 

Josh slowly disengaged their lips.  Still looking into Grayson's eyes, Josh felt the emotions stirring within him once again.  He reached for the top button of Grayson's damp shirt and started to unhook it.  Grayson reached up and stopped him.

 

"I know where you want to go with this, and as much as I'd like to go there with you, I think we had better call it a day," Grayson said.  "You've been here more than two hours and if we fool around any more, your mother will be phoning and sending out search parties.  Let's just agree that we'll get together again next Saturday.  I don't want to jeopardize our friendship so soon."

 

Josh knew in his head that Grayson was right, but, damn, his body wanted to disagree.  All of a sudden Josh felt so vulnerable, with no clothes and another erection, sitting in this big room.  "Yeah, you're right.  I just don't want to go already."

 

"Hey.  We still have great times ahead of us.  Just keep thinking about next Saturday.  It'll get you through.  And you know my phone number if you want to talk about anything.  Just call," Grayson said encouragingly.

 

As Josh slid off the sofa and started pulling his briefs back on over his woody, he asked, "Hey.  What's your first name?  We never got around to that."

 

"Paul.  My name's Paul.  And you can call me that when we're together.  I'd like that," explained Grayson.

 

"OK. Paul.  This afternoon was awesome.  I've got thoughts in my head I've never had before.  Not to mention I really came for the first time with you today.  Shit!  I hope we can be tight friends, seriously," Josh said, shucking up his jeans and pulling his T-shirt back over his head..

 

"And I want to be your friend very badly too.  Anything you want to know, I'm here for you.  It's going to be a little confusing for you this week.  Believe me, I know.  I had my first serious lover when I was fourteen.  Of course, he was only thirteen," Paul grinned. "But, yeah, you're gonna ask yourself a lot of questions.  And if you can't get any answers, try asking me.  Maybe the two of us will come up with something."

 

"I will.  And seriously, Paul, I'm not telling anyone.  It's just between us.  Everything.  I mean it," Josh said reassuringly, while he pulled on his shoes and socks, stood up and started for the back door.

 

"You're forgetting something," Paul said, holding out his hand with two five dollar bills.

 

"I'm not a whore, Paul," Josh started.

 

"Hey, guy.  Remember?  You work for me cleaning up.  You gotta show this to your mom to prove you're legit," Paul smiled.

 

"Oh, right. Sorry.  You know," Josh said, taking the money, "you'd make more of an impression if you were wearing pants."

 

"Get outta here," ordered Paul, as Josh once more gave him a peck on the cheek and scooted for the back door.  After fumbling with the deadbolt for a second, Josh yelled "See ya later," and he was out, slamming the door behind him.

 

"Boys!" said Paul to himself.  "You can try to live with `em, but you can't love without `em."

 

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And that's the end of this short story. If you want to say `Thank you', you can email me: Robert Lawrence at  richt4t1958@gmx.com