Date: Tue, 03 Dec 2019 17:30:21 +0000
From: Unclebill84 <unclebill84@protonmail.com>
Subject: Little Steven part 6

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LITTLE STEVEN PART 6: THE PHOTOSHOOT CONTINUED.

I lay naked on my side on Bill's big bed, arms wrapped round Kyle, the
beautiful tan-skinned boy I had just spent a delicious two hours posing
with while Bill took photos. We were stroking each other all over and
kissing deeply, our cocks hard again despite both having come just minutes
before. I was eleven, he was twelve.

His skin was so soft and smooth, and he kissed me with passion and youthful
excitement, tempered with a far greater experience than I had. My first
venture into the world of sex had been less than a fortnight ago but my
learning curve had been steep. Kyle had taken my anal virginity, and though
it had hurt a bit, he had been so gentle and loving that I I had enjoyed
every second. I already felt that I wanted him inside me again, without
having to wait for Bill's instructions. I wanted him to fuck me as hard and
fast as he wanted, and I wanted to kiss him all day.

We were enjoying each other and had almost forgotten about Bill until I
heard his voice again.

"You two are so special," he said. "I can always get boys to come and do
this for money, but you both love it, and that makes all the
difference. The camera can tell."

He leaned over us and stroked us all over with his big hands, enjoying our
smooth skin and the curves of our hips. Kyle and I kept kissing and
shuffled closer so our cocks met and we started grinding.

"That'll do," Bill said sternly. "Shower now, then we can all do anything
we want." He kissed us both briefly and we reluctantly separated.

All three of us got in Bill's big shower, rubbing soap all over each other
and playing like children. Bill insisted on washing our cocks and bums,
though he didn't spend much time there, not wanting either of us to come
again before he'd had his turn. Once we were dry we all went, naked, back
to his bedroom, stood in a circle and had a sexy three way hug, arms
encircling each other and hands rubbing up and down backs and bottoms.

Our cocks met in the middle, though Bill was a lot taller than either of us
and had to bend down to kiss our lips. Somehow we kept our hands off each
others cocks, by some unspoken agreement.

"Stay there," Bill suddenly said and ran to get his camera.

When he got back he said, "Both of you kneel down and give my cock some
attention. Hands, mouths, tongues, everything." We obeyed, and kneeled so
our faces were level with his mighty erection and began to run our hands
over it. Kyle stuck his tongue out as far as he could and licked the side
of Bill's cock so I copied, running my tongue along its length then taking
just the tip between my lips before sliding my tongue down to the base
again. Kyle was doing something similar.

"Look up at me," Bill said, and as we did he took the first
photo. "Amazing, now both put your hands round my cock while you kiss each
other. Again we followed orders like good boys and he took more photos. We
even moved apart a little so he could see our tongues touching, then put
our tongues on the tip of Bill's cock. Click, click. We kissed with Bill's
cock between our faces and he slid it back and forth with a boy mouth on
each side. Following instructions we looked up at him again - he liked our
eyes to be in the photos. Click. Then I took the whole length of him into
my mouth and down my throat while Kyle went to work licking the low hanging
balls. Bill started thrusting into my willing throat and making noises. He
had given up on taking pictures and was just enjoying himself now.

My cock was rock hard again though and I felt I needed to come again. When
I brushed my hand down Kyle's tummy I found his in the same state. As usual
my eyes and nose began to drip a bit, though deep throating was no longer
painful.

Bill started making grunting noises and suddenly pulled out of my
mouth. "Put your heads together, facing me," he said. We obeyed and Bill
wrapped a hand round his big cock and wanked it for a few seconds then
began to squirt huge streams of cum on our faces, moving from side to side
so we both got covered. I hadn't actually seen him come since that first
day in the park toilet and I was amazed at how much he produced. It kept
coming, and felt warm as it landed on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and
ran down over my mouth and neck. When he stopped he lifted the camera
again."Both hold onto my cock and look up at me. Lovely now
smile. Gorgeous!" He got down on his knees so he was level with us and took
more photos. "Now lick it off each other's faces. Oh yes, so hot."

Once we had cleaned each others faces Kyle and I kissed again, deeply,
tongues tangling and tasting Bill's salty spunk. I almost felt I would come
without anyone touching my cock, which felt as hard as it had ever been in
my life.

"Why don't you climb back on the bed, boys? You've finished your work for
the day, do whatever you want."

On the bed Kyle pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me, kissing
me again and grinding our hard cocks together. His whole body was warm and
I ran my hands over his back and buttocks as he tried to get his tongue
further into my throat. Then he left my mouth and worked his clever mouth
down my neck, my nipples, my bellybutton and finally took my cock into his
mouth. I made a noise that was nothing like words as his head started to
bob, his jet black hair tickling my stomach with every stroke. He poked at
my bum with one finger and eased it between my cheeks. I felt the orgasm
begin somewhere deep in my belly but tried to suppress it because what Kyle
was doing was wonderful and I didn't want it to end.

Then Bill appeared again, climbing onto the bed behind Kyle, who was on his
knees while sucking my cock. Bill was rubbing vaseline onto his cock, which
was back to its full size already, and a moment later it poked at Kyle's
hole.

Kyle took his mouth off my cock for a moment and said something encouraging
to Bill, who pushed inside slowly to groans from Kyle. I couldn't tell if
they were moans of pain or pleasure, possibly both, then Bill was fully
inside and began to move, slowly at first. Kyle's eyes closed in apparent
ecstasy at what Bill was doing, then he remembered about me, opened his
eyes and smiled at me and engulfed my cock in his mouth again. The feeling
of his mouth moving up and down while his whole body moved with every
stroke of Bill's cock was too much for me and less than a minute later I
exploded in his mouth, crying in joy and pleasure at the sensation. Kyle's
muffled moans meant he was enjoying it too, but shortly afterwards I was
too sensitive and had to push him off me. I moved round to kiss his mouth
again, tasting my own spunk this time. While Bill kept thrusting. Our teeth
clashed a few times when Bill got more forceful in his fucking, then he
withdrew.

"Turn over, Kyle," he said, and Kyle lay on his back and spread his
legs. Bill pulled him by the ankles to the side of the bed and entered him
again roughly. I leaned down and kissed Kyle again, our lips rubbing as
Bill repeatedly pushed him with mighty thrusts. I kept kissing and reached
a hand down to take Kyle's cock, which had surprisingly softened. I stroked
it a little and felt it grow and stiffen then I raised myself from his
mouth and fastened my mouth on the lovely cock.

I didn't have to move - Bill's increasingly frantic fucking pushed Kyle's
cock into my mouth with every thrust, and into my throat as he
continued. Kyle was talking, grunting, I was making noises and Bill was
just breathing heavily.

"Mmmff," I said.

"Ohhh," said Bill.

"Unghh, unghh, I'm cuu... Uh," said Kyle.

Without warning Kyle was spurting sweet boy juice in my mouth. He grabbed
my hair and held me in place while Bill's thrusts got more frantic. We all
kept moaning inarticulately and a short time later Bill's whole body
stiffened and he pushed his mighty cock as far inside Kyle's
twelve-year-old bumhole as he could and shuddered as he emptied another
load.

We all collapsed onto the bed and cuddled and giggled and stroked each
others bodies for a while, until Bill mentioned food. We realised none of
us had eaten and we went to the kitchen.

There was food, and Bill counted out eight pound notes each and handed them
to us. I was amazed - that was a day's wages for my dad and I'd earned it
in three hours of enjoying myself.

"Watch how you spend this," Bill said. "People will wonder where you got
it." We agreed to be discreet.

Later, Bill took us both back to where he'd picked us up. When we dropped
Kyle, he looked round and gave me a quick kiss before jumping from the car
and running off, laughing.

"Gypsy boys are usually good." Bill said, "but Kyle is exceptional. So are
you, Steven." He winked at me and took me back to the car park where he'd
collected me earlier when my arse had still never had anything but my own
fingers inside it.

One more thing of note happened that day. It later on, after dinner and all
the usual stuff with my parents. I went to bed and sat and read as usual,
but struggled to concentrate thinking of everything that happened. I pulled
down my pyjama trousers and looked at my cock. Soft, it didn't look much,
just a little, pointed willy like any other boy's. But it had been inside
Kyle's bumhole, and his mouth, and the foreskin pulled back much more
easily than it had a few weeks before. With the thought, I reached and
pulled it, revealing the pink head underneath. The skin retracted enough to
reveal the whole head, and it began to grow immediately. I let my hand
slide up and down, watching the pink head appear and disappear and in a
short time it was at its full size and stiffness. I stroked faster,
breathing harder and wondering if I could come again, thinking about Kyle
and Bill and all today's adventures. I imagined what the photographs would
look like and imagined men and boys all over the world looking at them and
wanking themselves silly.

I caught a movement in the corner of my eye and jerked my head round to see
my father's face peeking round the door, watching me wank. Instinctively I
covered my cock with the bedclothes and looked back but the face was
gone. But the thought that my dad might be one of the men who wanked
themselves while looking at me was erotic. I pushed the bedclothes down
again and got back to work on my cock, carefully not looking back at the
door. If he was watching I didn't want to stop him. I wanked for several
minutes, speeding up and slowing down, changing hands and positions until I
had to come again. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as my cock
dribbled a measly amount of spunk over my hand.

When I looked back at the door my dad's face was there again, moving
slightly and I realised he was wanking too. I looked him straight in the
eye this time and he didn't stop. His mouth opened and he stared at my
cock, my spunk covered hand still holding it. I licked my lips and beckoned
him to come in. He pushed the door open and I saw his hand moving quickly
at his groin. It was too dark to see more. Only a few seconds later he made
the grunting sound I've learned to associate with men orgasming and held
his other hand out to catch the spunk that spilled from his cock.

Still watching him, I lifted my hand and licked my spunk from it as
sensually as I could. Then he was gone.

I hope you enjoyed this. There's plenty more to come...