Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 12:57:28 +0200
From: coif23@hotmail.com
Subject: seducing rowan (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair)

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Rowan, a reluctant lover


It all started when 12 year old Rowan had his pictures taken by the school
photographer's yearly visit.
When he and his classmates came to our training he didn't like showing it
when the others did show me their results.
It was clear he was ashamed of his result.
After some persuasion he gave me the envelope and looked away from me.
I think his feelings were right: It didn't look like the boy I knew.
After all he already played a role in many of my wild fantasies.
Underneath his shy appearance there was such a little hot devil!
Dark, thick hair around his friendly, shy face with thick, very  kissable lips.
And his eyes always looking like expecting something from you...
Not the number one in his class and in sport, rather number last because of his
easy going way of life. A good learner, but a slow socialiser with hardly any
friends.
He wasn't aware of his beauty either, which showed of in that dreadful school
picture. Being not keen on sharp clothes, stylish hairdo and all the other
things which makes the one boy more sexier then the other.
Being rather lonely, he loved my attention and came often to me to seek a
little job and get extra attention at our sports club.
He had discovered that a social accepted little hug was one of my specialities
for obedient boys and he couldn't get enough of it. Neither did I.
He had a firm body where my fingers loved to travel over and pinch one or
two spots.
I tried often before to set up a plan to get him more involved in my life.
I `m able to provide extra little jobs for kids participating in commercials.
He was reluctant to take part in that world and I couldn't persuade him to look
and act sharper to get a chance in my the little boys glamour world.
He always agreed, but never came when he should come or changed his
attitude like I asked him.
But still he kept hanging almost literally around my neck asking for things to
do and also wanted a reward for it.

But now, with the dull school pics as start  time was near to start to
build our relation.
When his little brother got a well earned present, Rowan asked also his share.
After all in his weak social troubled family his little brother and sisters
where his pain in the ass.
And being a good learner the environment in that family didn't match at all
with his interests and also his feminine development.
He stayed longer after the training and asked when he could earn his present.
Again I told him there was a world to win for him, to start with new pictures
much different from that dull school pics.
I told him he was the most beautiful boy I knew.
His whole figure showed his great disbelieve in that.
At once I figured: that was the job I should propose now to him.
Let me make new pics and let me use them for applying in one of the
commercial jobs.
It was clear he didn't believe in his beauty and again it was difficult to make
an appointment for this scheme...
As it was also a little difficult to find a proper excuse to start without
drawing attention to the other boys of our network, which would harm us .
At last it came as a present from air: for the school lottery-sell the kids had
draw names who was going what part of the village to sell the tickets.
It took Rowan some changing with a rather lazy girl who didn't feel like going
out of the village so he managed to get my address in his  lot! Clever!

So one Saturday morning, doing his proper job, Rowan stood at my door.
Well prepared with drinks and sweets I had waited for the little beauty almost
behind the door all morning.
Did our longer hug seemed already more passionate when he came in?
I felt already a stirring in my pants and made it worse by ragging my hips
against my little friend hips. Who knows.

I started the normal procedure of visiting with drinks and the usual bla bla on
my huge sofa.
Again I learned that the poor boy wasn't living in the most happy family.
When telling me his sad home experiences I couldn't resist sitting closer to
him and wrap my arm around him.
He gladly crept into me and ended almost on my lap.
What an ideal start!

Now I couldn't wait our first photo session and asked if I was allowed to fix
him a little more photo genetic.
Only taking his glasses off made him already a lot sexier by showing his
dreaming wet big blue eyes.
Still in disbelieve he let me start on his hair.
Always my gel and comb on hand I did one of my hobbies with boys, playing
their hair.
I made him ready to start our first session.
Another sofa in front of a white sheet was already prepared to make a
professional like photo shoot!

The first weren't much different from the dull school pics but after quite a
time I started to get Rowan to pose more and more at last!
I claimed that you need a lot of pics to find a few finest and that you
need all possible angles to find the nicest view.
I called it most suitable but I meant of course most  sexy...

We had a break and with a drink we looked at the results on the computer.
We threw away the ones he didn't like.
Some of the sexy  positions he also wanted to delete, but when I showed him
some of my carefully chosen examples of boy models a little excitement
overcame my visitor and soon we agreed we should continue the session and
get pics like that boy models.
To be clear, it were still very decent pics we saw.

My next move to get my new model in different clothing.
With some excuse of shorts and shirts left by my little nephew for his next
stay I managed to dress Rowan in a little to tight and short shorts (`yes,
I know nephew is smaller, but it looks perfect on you')
(I'd bought just the day before and had washed them to look a little used...)
After seeing some of the boy models laying on the sofa, it didn't took much
persuasion to have Rowan stretched out on the sofa as well.
I managed to get a whole new perspective of the boy, even with some close up
of the shorts, where clearly his boyhood was visible, now even in a somewhat
aroused state too as well...
I didn't have to encourage any new positions anymore.
More then brave Rowan now found all kind of new positions enjoying his new
role as boy model.
Every once in a while I shifted his clothing, removed his shoes -- more homely
feeling-  and did his hair different.
When he was getting warm I proposed to take the shirt off and with no
objection Rowan joyfully start doing a strip show.
Carefully snapped by the camera.

Again we looked at the results, Rowan asked to see the boy models again.
Being smart I showed him folders where these models also took their shirt of.
I walked to the kitchen to prepare some lunch and when I came back little
Rowan was still looking at the boy models, while his left hand tried to adjust
his swollen lid in the tight shorts.
I took some time enjoying this scene from the doorway and had to do almost
the same..

"You like it, don't you," I said to the boy

"Yeh," and a sigh was his only, shy respons.

"Well, I got many more, if you like them, you may look at them all and even
come back for it if you want."

The boy nodded enthusiastically his eyes clued to the screen.

Leaning over the boy finding more --decent- model boy folders I smelt the
boys scent and couldn't resist pressing slightly my nose travelling through his
scalp.
In this romantic way we scrolled through a lot of models, while Rowan leaned
unto me.
I asked his favourite model and he showed me the cut offs.

"That is a very naughty boy" I explained Rowan.
He didn't asked why and I decided to wait showing the naughty pics on our
first encounter.

It was clearly time for the boy to go, we had spend a few hours all together.
Changing his cloths again I helped him and we got in a little
teasing fight, ending on the couch.
Our bodies struggled, our arms were wrapped and the tickling went
to all legal and illegal possible places.
It ended in a hot embrace, both waiting for a next movement.

His shyness and my hesitating to start things on a first meeting made us
freeze in that for some time, only a little kiss on the forehead broke our
climbing tense. 

'Next week Saturday again?'
Nod.

Okay, so part two next week. (if he still want)
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