Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 14:32:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Modling for a Man, (gay/ adult youth, oral, rimming, m/M)

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                         Modeling for a Man
                                By
                               Wolf

	My father and mother divorced, when I was five-years-old, and
my mother married another man within a couple of years.  We lived in
Western Arkansas.  It was a pretty nice home on a corner lot, a
swimming pool, and he owned his own business, it was a garage and
body shop.  My stepfather was a very strict man.  I suspect he resented
that my mother had a son before he married her.  As a result he was
very strict with me.  He often told me, "Boys were to be seen and not
heard!"  I had to walk softly around him.  His belt was not spared when
it came to correcting me.  As soon as I was old enough I was given
chores to do, as soon as I was big enough mowing the lawn.

	On Saturday when I was 15, I was in the front yard mowing the
lawn.  I was about five-feet six, and about 130 pounds.  My parents
were not home at the time for some reason.  It was a hot day, and I was
mowing the lawn in just my shorts.  I was sweating profusely.  My body
was almost devoid of body hair.  There were just a few strands of hair
under my arms.  While I was making a pass near the sidewalk an old
Ford pickup pulled to a stop in front of the house.

	The driver was a heavy set man with hairy arm.  He leaned
across the seat and asked if I was William Stewart's son.  I responded
with a simple yes as I shut off the lawnmower and approached the
truck.  The man told me that he had gone to school with my dad.

	I had idolized my Dad, never more so than after he was gone.
Meeting a friend of my Dad's put me at ease, and I wanted to know
everything he knew about my Dad.  He only spent a few minutes talking
to me at the time before he told me he had to go.  I returned to mowing
the lawn.

	From time to time he would stop by to chat with me.  It seemed
that he only stopped by when my stepfather was not home and I was in
the front yard.  It was just small talk, but I always managed to ask a few
questions about my father.  One night he stopped by the grocery store
where I had a part time job bagging groceries.  He saw me coming out
to collect shopping carts, and he pulled his truck up alongside of me and
we talked for a short time.  He had told me in the past that he was into
photography, and talked to me that subject again that night.  He asked
me if he could take my picture.  I posed for him in the parking lot after
work.  He took a few close ups of me, and asked me to take my sports
shirts off.  He had me pose for him in a couple of shots with my arms
over my head.  I felt foolish making those muscle poses, but I did it
anyway.  Afterwards he told me he had a studio in his garage, and
would love for me to pose for some professional shots.  We parted
company after that without any more discussion.

	At that age I had never had sex with anyone.  Oh...I jacked off a
lot.  I had a hidden stash of porn magazines to amuse myself with.  I was
very curious and easily aroused, so any discussion about sex got me
aroused.

	One weekend I was out ridding my bicycle around and ran into
him again.  We talked for a bit, before I agreed to follow him home.
Sure enough he did have a studio in his garage.  There were lights a
back drop and a mat similar to the wrestling mats in the school gym.
After some discussion I agreed to pose for him.  At first he just had me
pose in my street clothes.  He asked me to take my shirt off for some of
the poses.  He eventually asked me to pose for some underwear shots.
I was reluctant to strip down to my underwear but he assured me that
he makes money taking photographs for underwear ads.

	I was very nervous about taking my clothes off to pose for him,
but I eventually relented and stripped down to my underwear.  The
prospect of posing almost naked was exciting at the same time.  I sat
down and took off my shoes and socks before standing to remove my
jeans.  So there I was standing in his garage with only my tidy-whites on.
I know I was just a skinny kid, but it excited me to think that someone
enjoyed seeing me so naked.

	While he was taking pictures he would stop now and then to
pose me in different positions.  It was mid-July and hot enough to even
have me sweating.  He had on a tank top and cargo pocketed shorts.  He
would be standing behind me and placing his hands all over me as he
posed me in different positions.  I was scared as hell butt allowed him to
do as he wanted.  I remember him pressing his body against mine, and I
could feel his hard-on.  After a period of time he got around to
suggesting at that he would love to have me pose for him naked.

	I balked at the idea of taking off my underwear.

	He assured me that it would be fine.  It was obvious that I had a
boner the way my tidy-whites were tented out pulling my waistband
down enough to show the few pubic hairs I did have.  Then he asked me
if I would agree to pose for him if he stripped off his clothes too.

	I felt foolish about taking off my underwear, so I turned my back
to him to pull the shorts down and step out of them.  I had just a light
dusting of light brown pubic hairs and my cock was normally a flaccid 5-
inch thing dangling down over my wrinkled balls.

	He on the other hand was a portly five-foot eleven man, with
dark hair that covered most of his body.  I couldn't help looking at his
package.  He had a ridged 7-inch cock with balls that sagged low.  As
soon as he was naked he picked up his camera again, and started telling
me how to pose.  Of course that led to him physically touching me while
he directed posing me again.  Only this time his cock was also brushing
against my body.  While he was running his hands all over my body he
would also brushed his hands against my cock, and his fingers would run
up and down the crack of my ass.  I was trolley aroused by that point.
My breathing became a little heavy as well.  At one point he was
standing by my side and he was so close that his hard cock was pressing
up against my hand.  I turned my hand over and his laid his cock right in
the palm of my hand.

	He asked, "Is that Okay?"

	After I said that it was okay, he let me stroke it for a while before
he started taking pictures again.  He had me lay on the mat for some
reclining poses, but soon came over to physically position my body the
way he wanted on my side.  He knelt in front of me.  He was taking
close-ups, and he was so close the he was less than a foot away, so I
could smell his crotch.  He reached down a repositioned my leg to his
liking.  This time he purposely took my dick in hand and kind of tucked it
between my legs.  When I looked down it reminded me of a little girl's
pussy.  He took several pictures.  When he came back to adjust me
again he put his crotch right in my face.

	He started talking about sexual things.  "Do you like me touching
you?  Your cock sure responds to my touch because it looks like a stell
rod right now!"

	I just nodded   still frightened of my own desires.

	He tells me things like, "Every young boy should have an adult to
teach him how to have sex!"  This time he crouches over my head with
his cock dangling right in front of my face.  His cock kind of slaps my
face, nose.  He is openly playing with my cock.  He told me, "I want to
take some pictures of you with a full hard-on!"  It didn't take much
manipulation to get my cock sticking up like a flag pole.  "Do you like me
playing with your cock?"

	I just shook my head affirmatively!

	That was when he went down on me for the first time.  He
sucked on it a few time to make sure my dick was wet and hard before
he stood up and took more pictures of me with a ragging hard-on.

	All I can say is that my mind was overloaded, and I just lay there
while he took pictures.  When he was finished taking pictures, he led me
into his house to show me pictures he had taken of boys in the past.
There many of the same poses like the ones he had taken of me.  Some
of them even had him in the pictures, posing the boys.  While I was
sitting on the couch looking at the pictures, he got up and put a VHS
video in the machine and turned on the TV.  When the screen went
from brilliant blue to full color action, there were explicit acts of boys
jacking-off.  The ones as old as me would jack-off until they squirted
white cum all over their bellies.  Some of the boys were too young to
cum, they would just jack-off until they had dry cums.  I don't know how
old they were but they didn't even produce pre-cum.

	While I was busy watching the video, he had his arm resting on
the back of the couch behind my head.  With that hand he gently but
firmly pulled my head down to his lap.  I resisted a little, but he
overpowered me...telling me, "It's okay!"

	I think he knew I wanted to do it...telling me, "Shhh!"

	My face was smashed against his hairy crotch.  I could smell his
musky male odor, and it made me light headed.  He lifted my head up a
little, so that he could take hold of his cock with the other hand at the
base and held it straight up.  "Open your mouth boy!"  Then he used the
hand on the back of my head to force my head back down, impaling my
mouth on the shaft of his cock.  "Go ahead... Suck my cock boy!"  I
sucked his cock, moving my head up and down the shaft of his cock.

	He squirted his load of cum into my mouth, and held my head
down until I swallowed his cum.  He eventually allowed me to clean up,
get dressed and go home.  I struggled with my feelings for days.  I didn't
tell anyone about what had taken place.  Everything had changed for
me, I thought about it for days.  I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't go
back to his house, but it had been so forbiddingly exciting I couldn't
resist returning often.

	I loved the way he made me feel, because the nastiness of it all
was so exciting.  I sucked his cock so many times I couldn't begin to
count them all.  The taste of cum became one of my favorite things.  He
spent a lot of time playing with my ass.  He used his tongue to ream my
asshole and invaded my ass with fingers and toys.  He never got around
to fucking my ass, but there was always the threat of him doing it.
Many a time he would lay on my back with his cock wedged between
the cheeks of my sweaty ass, so that he could hump me without
actually penetrating my asshole.  He would shoot his load on my ass,
and then take pictures of me laying there with cum dripping down the
crack of my ass.  That was the beginning of my submissive nature, when
I'm with other men.


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