Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 10:44:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Picture This (7)

The waiting for Ricky was getting to me, and, desperate to find a way to
stop looking at the clock every 90 seconds, I decided to go and take a
shower. It would be my second of the day, but screw it, maybe it would pass
a little time!

Emerging from a long, and relaxing shower, I selected a pair of white,
bikini briefs from my collection, and slid them on. I checked out the
effect in the mirror, and decided that, should this turn out to be a
particularly lucky day for me, somehow ending up with my being underwear
clad with Ricky, these would doubtless gain his attention. Not much was
left to the imagination, as my average sized package generously stuffed the
snug garment, and it definitely added some undeserved fullness to the
appearance. I slipped a pair of kaki cargo shorts over the briefs, and put
on one of my colorful Hawaiian print shirts, left unbuttoned. Nice balance,
I decided, of cloth and skin, with sufficient bulges in evidence to peak
the tyke's interest, and curiosity.

Back in the front of the house, I walked to the kitchen, and retrieved the
Rum punch from the fridge. I dropped ice into a tall glass, filled it with
the tasty concoction, and returned to the sofa. My infinite patience, or
serious lack thereof, was rewarded shortly with the sounding of the door
chime! I snapped to my feet, paused for a deep breath, and tried not to
charge the front door! Swinging open the door, my heart skipped a beat, or
six, as I gazed down on the little treasure. Looking up at me with those
reflective eyes, stood Master Ricky, Super-star to be, a mega-smile painted
across his darling face. He was more clothed than I had actually ever seen
him, all decked out sweetly in a navy and white pinstripe shirt, which was
tucked neatly into a pair of the snug little shorts he seemed to favor,
this time a subtle red in color. His small feet were again ensconced in the
leather sandals, and, be-still-my-pounding-heart, a crisp, snow-white
SAILOR cap adorned his golden locks! My cock throbbed at the mere sight of
the boy, who would have been drop-dead gorgeous had he stood there wrapped
in an Arab Burka, but....the SAILOR hat....fuck! Those of you fortunate
enough to have witnessed a perky young boy with one perched smartly atop
his little head will bear witness to my reaction! Just to add a subtle
touch of class to the stunning ensemble, one of those sexy little Puka
Shell necklaces that I SO love on young boy's, surrounded his creamy
throat! I could have created a serious wet spot on my own kaki shorts, just
looking at him! Really!

"Hey, Sam!" He chirped sweetly, "Did ya miss me?" I blinked my eyes, still
slightly stupefied by his appearance, and managed, "Hey back, Ricky....and
yes...totally...I missed you, Son...I've been watching the hands off of my
clock, even!" He giggled that sweet sound of his, and stepped across the
threshold, angling toward the sofa, as my eyes, of course, followed each
small movement of his tiny butt! I closed the door, and turned to follow
him, paused, and turned back, sliding the dead bolt into place
firmly. Sorry, folks, photo shoot in progress, this is now a closed set! I
walked into the living room, and spotted my little model seated on the
sofa, his smooth, bare legs dangling, not quite reaching the floor. I slid
in beside him, and dropped a hand onto his creamy thigh, and said, "Wow,
Buddy...you look totally awesome....and...I love the hat!" he grinned, nodding
his head, telling me very sagely, "Yea, huh...I wear it sometimes for
pictures...it looks pretty cool on me...and, like, ALL the photographer guys
really like it!" I nodded, registering my total agreement, and muttered,
"Yes...well...I can certainly see why they would...your gorgeous, as usual!"
he blushed sweetly, giggled, and mumbled, "Jeez, Sam...you, like, always
tell me that!" I chuckled, my hand clamping down slightly on that satin
smooth thigh, and replied, "I speak the truth, young friend, truth as pure
as that darling white hat of yours!" He blushed a tad brighter, and looked
down at his lap. I looked there, too!

"So...would you like another of those punch drinks, like the other day?" I
asked him, and he brightened, answering, "Sure...that stuffs yummy...!" I got
up, heading to the kitchen, thinking, I know what's yummy around here, and,
it ain't the punch! I poured a half glass of the brew, added ice, and
topped it off with more plain punch to dilute its kick considerably. I had
no reservation about loosening his reserve a tad, but it was certainly not
my desire, or intention to ply him with serious alcohol. I returned to the
sofa, and handed Ricky his drink, then sat back beside him, close enough
that our bare legs made a light contact. I asked him about his day, and he
recited the litany of the local attractions the family had visited, capping
the whole itinerary with the very-much-to- the-point comment, "freeking
boring!" I chuckled at his so typical eleven year old summation. Well,
monuments are "old", right, so why on earth would he care?

Finished with his recap of the family outing, he drained his punch, and
held the glass out to me, saying, "Another, please......then I wanna see
those park pictures you said about....I been, like, thinking about that all
day!" Grinning, I rose, and refilled his drink, along with my own, and
returned. I flipped the TV remote, beginning the slide show of the teen boy
napping under the tree, and settling in close to Ricky, my hand once again
resting on his creamy thigh. The images passed across the screen, and Ricky
fidgeted some, clearly not finding the shots a match with his
expectation. "So....some dude all sleeping in a park...that's it...?" He
scorned, and I gave the buttery thigh a soft squeeze, saying, "patience,
young Ricky...trust me, Buddy.....it gets much better soon!" No sooner had I
spoke the words, then the next few images scrolled, and the teen began his
subtle movements, his finger clearly providing stimulation to the glans of
his erect boyhood! Ricky's eyes widened, the near white eyebrows shooting
upward, as he stared at the screen. He blinked a few times as the images
passed, and my zoom shots kicked in, clearly showing the wet spot on the
boy's kaki shorts, where his flowing precum was painting the tan
material. Ricky swiveled his pretty face toward me, all wide-eyed smiles,
and chirped, "Holy balls, Batman.... He's playing with his dicky....and...oh
man...you got his picture...LOT"S of em!" He squealed excitedly. I laughed at
his reaction, and slipped my hand a touch higher on the velvet leg,
replying, "Yup...I knew you were going to like these....but watch, now...it
gets lots better!"

He swung his attention back to the TV, and I seized the opportunity to
stare into his gathered crotch, smiling, as I noted the obvious little tent
in his shorts, where his stiff little nail poked at the soft material!
Happily sticking my neck into the noose of chance, I let my hand wander
across his lap, and give his hardness a brief, gentle squeeze, saying
gently, "Ah...yes...I just knew you would enjoy this slide show!" He nodded
his head rapidly, eyes locked onto the screen where the wet spot had
seriously grown in size, and the boy had all but abandon his attempts at
stealth. He made a zero reaction to my fondling his little pecker, so I did
it again, this time holding on a beat or two longer. Ricky jumped suddenly,
scaring the hell out of me, as I thought he had reacted to my fondling his
cock. He swung his head to face me, a wicked grin on his face, and his eyes
like small plates. "Oh man...that's freeking awesome...is he gonna do cums,
and everything...?" He asked excitedly, and I just nodded, indicating for
him to keep a close watch, not to miss the sweet moment! He once again
focused on the screen, and I gripped his rock hard shaft again, saying
softly near his tiny ear, "I think Ricky likes this one...and....Little Ricky
likes it too....it seems!" He paused a split second, and rotated his blond
head downward, looking briefly at my hand, where it captured his boy nail,
then nodded rapidly, giggling, and squeaking, "yea, huh....giggle...little
Ricky likes it...lots!" And his full attention returned to the teen boy
fingering his leaking cock.

Ricky was absorbed with the images slipping across the screen, and I was
equally absorbed with fondling his small package, my fingers gripping the
stiff stalk of his boyhood. My minds eye pictured turgid little four inch
erection, as I vividly recalled my previous opportunity to view it as he
had deftly stroked it with his small fist. Rock hard, and flawlessly
smooth, jutting proudly from his smooth groin. The base of the yummy morsel
nested in his very sparse pubic hairs, all twelve, or so, of them, and
firmly anchored above the snug, hairless ball sac.  The shaft was narrow,
and silky smooth, ending at the slightly flared ring of his glans. The
circumcised head as smooth as an egg shell, and centered with the tiny
slit. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and licked my lips, almost imagining the
sweet taste of his stiff little rod in my mouth! As I clamped down on the
small beauty, Ricky grunted slightly, and mumbled, "That really feels good,
Sam...!" I smiled, completely elated at his favorable reaction to my
touching him this way, with absolutely no sign of resistance, or concern.

"OH WOW....jeez....look, Sam....he's freeking shootin off....right into his
shorts, too....jeez....check it out...!" He yelped loudly, causing my heart to
skip about 9 beats, as he startled the hell out of me! I looked at the TV,
and chuckled, as the teen erupted his copious load into his clothed lap,
sliming the kaki shorts hugely. "OH man...yea...just think how good he is
feeling right now...cumming...pouring all of his wet juices into his
shorts....very hot...!" I responded. Ricky, grinning and giggling, nodded his
blond head rapidly in agreement, then, added, in a slightly more serious
tone, saying, "Awesome, yea....but...that Dude is in, like, serious trouble
if he comes home all cummy like that!" I laughed at his thinking to make
that connection, and lightly brushed my lips across his creamy cheek,
saying, "Ricky, Ricky....you crack me up!" He giggled, and blushed sweetly,
then muttered, `yea...well...he IS....if, like, his mom sees that big wet
spot!" I chuckled again, and replied, "Probably, he won't let that happen!"
I shook my head in the wonder of the mixture that was Ricky...one minute, my
sexy little man....the next minute, simply a little boy...concerned with
displeasing Mom!

The teen boys show came to an end, and I paused the TV. I turned to Ricky,
and asked, "So, I have a few other shots I took of your Buds at the beach
this morning....do you want to watch those now?" He paused a second, then
shook his head, the soft, blond locks floating gently around his head. He
fixed that melt-your-heart smile on me, and squealed, "Nope....now I
want...for you, to take pictures of ME!" My cock twitched strongly in my
cramped shorts, and I replied, "Oh yea....awesome...what a great idea!" He
giggled, nodding his head, and squirming to his feet. He turned toward me,
and my eyes dropped onto the luscious sight of Little Ricky seriously
poking out the front of the snug red shorts! He caught my stare, and
giggled, saying sweetly, "Yea....well...it's your fault...pretty much!" I
looked into his shining eyes, smiled, and said, "Me...?....I made Little
Ricky all stiff...hmmm...well then....GOOD...on me!" He giggled, his pretty
face all pink, and glowing, and replied, "Uh huh...!"

I got up, went to refill our drinks, and gathered the camera, then returned
to the living room. Ricky sipped at his punch, then set the glass on the
end table, and said, "What kind of pictures should we do first, Sam?" I
walked to the window, and pulled the drapes closed, then answered, "Well,
maybe you could start here, the drapes make a good background, and your
outfit really must be captured, it's so cute, and so very sexy, on such a
cute and sexy boy!" He giggled, and moved to stand in front of the covered
window, striking a pose that amped up my heart rate several ticks! He
placed his petite body ninety degrees to my vantage point, so that his
still erect penis was obvious as it tented the red shorts from a side
angle, and turned his upper body slightly toward me, one slim arm folding
across his tummy, the other bent at the elbow, his open palm cupping his
tiny chin. He smiled sweetly, and squealed, "Cheese!" Well...that little
maneuver pretty much leveled the playing field....now I had my own tented
shorts to deal with!

Ricky worked through a series of equally charming, and very sexy poses,
moving gracefully from one to the next, as I happily snapped away with the
camera. His modeling experience was apparent, as was his vivid imagination,
and each pose that he struck was better than the previous one. The addition
of the crisp white sailor hat perched sexily on his soft, blond hair was
the perfect touch to add both innocence, and a serious amount of open
seductiveness, to every shot! We paused briefly, and finished our drinks,
giving Ricky a short break. "These are just awesome, Ricky!" I told him,
and he grinned, nodding his head, then asked, "Cool....so what kind do you
wanna do now...?" I thought for a minute, and perched on the coffee table in
front of him, taking his hand, and moving him to stand in front of
me. "Maybe a wardrobe alteration this time..." I suggested, and I opened the
buttons of his shirt, and tugged the tails outside of his shorts. The shirt
hung loosely at his sides, exposing his bare torso. I resisted the urge to
lean forward, and lick every square inch of the creamy, smooth skin before
me! The stark white of the Puka Shell necklace stood out against the golden
tan of his skin, and my eyes drank in his beauty, drifting slowly over the
gentle slope of his shoulders, and downward to his satin smooth chest. His
pectorals were just barely beginning to show definition, and my mouth
watered profusely, as I focused on the small nipples dotting each. Maybe
the size of a nickel coin, each small nubbin was fully erect, the centers
standing outward like tiny erasers. The surrounding tissue was a
redish-brown shade, which contrasted with the lightly toasted tone of his
suntan. I longed to capture each small point in my lips, and suckle it
gently! His chest melded into his soft tummy, flat, and totally hairless,
descending ever so gently into the tiny, concave navel at its center. Not a
whisper of peach fuzz was evident, and I marveled at the satiny smoothness
of the boy! Lifting my hungry eyes to meet his gaze, I barely managed to
choke out, "Excellent...yes...a very good look, Ricky!" He smiled, and moved
back to the drapery backdrop, and started the come-hither posing all over
again, as I snapped away, totally lost in the beauty, and overpowering
sexiness he so naturally exuded from every single pore of that perfect
little boy body!

Another hour vanished, and Ricky was now going through his paces totally
shirtless, and shoeless. The cute little sailor hat remained, along with
the Puka's, and the red shorts. He showed no sign of tiring, nor did the
still very stiff four inches that the shorts restrained! I was on the third
memory card of the session, and was beginning to think of a new computer,
with a seriously larger hard drive! We took another break, and sipped at
the refreshing punch. Feeling bold, as well as seriously aroused, I reached
into Ricky's lap, and briefly gripped his turgid little nail. "I'm thinking
Little Ricky here is enjoying showing off for my camera...a lot!" I
chuckled, and he giggled his melodic little sound, nodding his head, and
blushing sweetly. "How about we make him a star, like you, this time
around...?" I suggested, and he blushed deeper, but replied,
"Uh...well....like....how...?" Having just approached the brink, I took a deep
breath, and answered, "Well....uh...actually...I did a little shopping
earlier...and...ah...picked up a few things I thought...hoped, actually...that
you might like to pose in...!" His eyes widened a tad, and he grinned,
saying, "Really...?....like what...lemme see...!" I chuckled, relieved at his
seemingly favorable reaction, and told him to wait, I'd go and get them.

I returned with the several shopping bags I had garnered on my mall spree,
and set them on the coffee table. Ricky looked at the several large bags,
and giggled, saying, "Wow...you musta, like, bought the whole store...show
me...!" He squealed, excitedly. I located the bag with the bright, silky,
Speedos, thinking it best to begin with "swim wear," before progressing to
the various underwear I had purchased. Extracting a bright yellow Speedo
from the bag, I held it out to him, and said, "There are several of these
swim suits, all different colors...I thought this Yellow might set off your
great suntan nicely..." He held the micro garment at arms length, his cheeks
pinking up sweetly, and uttered, "Whoa...these are really, like, tiny!" I
grinned, and replied gently, "Uh huh...just right for showing off big
Ricky...and...uh...little Ricky, too...!" His blush deepened a bit, and he
looked into my eyes briefly, then a slightly wicked little grin crossed his
face, as he squealed, "That's SO nasty....cool...!" And just like that, he
quickly skinned out of the red shorts, and his briefs, and began struggling
into the tiny, yellow Speedo, as I stood frozen in place, not even
breathing, my eyes locked onto his pulsing erection! God, it was
perfect...beautiful...mouth-watering...all at the same time! Hard as granite,
it danced in the air before him as he tugged the Speedo up his creamy
smooth legs. He perched his taut little butt on the edge of the table, and
rocked back, tugging on the tight Spandex, and working it past his
knees. As he lifted his legs higher, his bubble butt rolled into view, and
I gasped, as I caught a brief glimpse of his small, pink pucker as his
creamy cheeks separated with his struggle. Oh God, I thought....Oh
God....thank you!

He finally won the battle, and stood, snapping the waist band of the Speedo
against his soft tummy. He looked down at himself, and I looked there, too!
He blushed some more, and looked at me, giggling, and said, "Jeez,
Sam...these are, like, too small sized for me, I think!" Struggling for the
breath to speak, I replied, "Hmm...well, my bad, Ricky...I just kind of
guessed at sizes...but...it looks to me like a bad guess that's actually a
very good guess....excellent, in fact...you look....yummy..!" He giggled, and
looked down at his little boner protruding almost obscenely from the tiny
suit that clung to his lithe form like another skin. He looked back at me,
and produced that slightly evil grin again, and squeaked, "I guess
so...but...actually...this thing is crimping my balls, big time...!' I laughed,
and gave him my very best lecherous look, wiggling my eyebrows, and
replied, "Well, be tough for a few shots, Big Ricky....and old Sam will rub
your sore balls....and Little Ricky...all better, after...how's that sound,
Champ?" He giggled, blushed, and batted those inch-long eyelashes at me,
squeaking sweetly, "You promise...?" My cock, and my heart, lurched in
perfect sync, and I simply nodded, trying not to actually drool, and
replied, "promise...Scouts honor...!" He giggled, and moved back to the
makeshift backdrop, my eyes acting like heat-seeking missiles, as they
bored into the mostly exposed cheeks of his tight, little butt, the silky
cloth of the Speedo deeply wedged into his luscious cleft!

He struck another of his drop-dead sexy poses, smiled sweetly at my camera,
and squeaked, "So, lets sorta hurry up, Ok....I think Little Ricky really
liked what you said about after....liked it, a lot!" Yet another mild heat
attack passed, and I began snapping away....faster....WAY faster!

(To Be Continued)
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