Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 23:20:59 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 4)

Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young
boys.  Not a word of it is true.  The characters and events of the story
are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead.  No
animals or children were hurt in the making of this story.  Anyone who is
offended by this should not read beyond this point.  It is not, however,
your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and
immediately jumps into the sack with them.  There's a little more content
to it than that.  So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session,
sorry, but this ain't it.  The author of this story believes that such
events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy
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Adult-Youth (M,b,B,con)


The Diver in me – Part 4

It was 14 years ago.  I was 12 and I was really poor.  My dad had died when
I was seven and my mom had been in and out of drug rehab a lot since then.
She wasn't able to keep a regular job and so we lived in community housing
and tried to make do with whatever money we got from social assistance.

At 12, I was 4'10" tall and weighed 85 pounds.  I had spent a lot of time
swimming at the community center and was in pretty good shape, with what
people called a swimmer's build, narrow waist, flat tummy, some slight
muscles in my chest and developing thighs.  I had just started going
through puberty, and had just started growing small wisps of hair on my
arms and legs and there was a very small patch of wispy, almost white hair
at the base of my 3" circumcised penis.  I had noticed that my balls had
started growing a little and that I would sometimes wake up in the morning
with a small wet spot in my shorts and bed.

I'd been in school that day and was on my way home when a car pulled up
beside me and a man stuck his head out of the window.

"Hey kid," he called, holding out a map. "I'm lost.  Can you show me where
Stanley Street is?"

Yeah, I'd heard the stranger danger lecture and the warnings about not
getting into a stranger's car, but all I was going to do was show this guy
where to go on a map.  I wasn't getting into his car.  So I walked over to
the car and took the map and was showing him how to get to Stanley Street,
when he said, "So, what's your name kid?"

I told him my name was Sam and when he asked how old I was, I told him I
was twelve.  He said something about being big for my age and that I was a
cutie.  Maybe he noticed that I was wearing well-worn clothes or maybe he
just had a knack for picking the kids who looked like they needed money,
but when he asked me if I wanted to make some money, my ears perked up.  I
was always trying to pick up some extra money so we could get some extras
for my mom, my sister and me.

"Umm, sure," I said.  "How much?"

He named an amount that just about knocked me over.  The $50 he offered was
more than I had been able to make doing odd jobs for people in the
neighbourhood in a month.  I asked him what he wanted me to do and he
explained that he was a talent scout and he thought I had the potential to
be a model.  He wanted to take some pictures of me so he could send them to
model agencies and that if they liked them, he would get me into modelling,
where I could earn some real money.

I thought about it and said I was interested, so he told me to get in and
opened the passenger side door.  Ignoring everything I've been taught, I
ran around to the passenger side and climbed into his car.  The man
introduced himself as Mike as we drove along, eventually coming to a low
building downtown where he pulled into the parking garage.  Mike and I
walked up a couple of flights of stairs and then down a hall until we came
to a door that said something about "Talent Agency" on it.  Mike opened the
door and when we went in I saw that there were a couple of rooms with
camera equipment in them.  One of them had nothing but a white sheet
hanging from a frame and the other had what looked like a bedroom in it.

Mike told me to go into the room with a white sheet and sit on the stool in
front of it.  Another man came in and introduced himself as Andre.  He said
he was the photographer who would be taking my pictures.  He set up some
lights and his camera and told me to just sit and look at the camera.  He
took a few pictures and then told me to turn sideways on the stool and to
turn my head so that I was looking at the camera.  He took some more
pictures and look over at Mike.  Mike came over to me and told me he wanted
two get some, what he called, head shots and to do that he needed me to
undo the top two buttons of my shirt.  So I did.  Andre took a couple more
pictures, look at Mike and nodded a couple of times.

Mike came back and said he had some clients who needed pictures of boys
without their shirts on.  He asked me if that would be OK and when I
hesitated he said he would pay me an extra $10 for those shots.  If all I
had to do was take my shirt off can I'd make an extra 10 bucks, I didn't
see any reason not to.  So I ended my shirt and took it off.  Andre made a
few changes to the lighting and then took a bunch of pictures.  He then
showed me and Mike a couple of the pictures and Mike said something about
how cute I was and how the camera really liked me.  He asked me if I was
willing to try a few different pictures and I said sure.

Mike explained that he also had clients who needed pictures of boys in
swimsuits for their companies and asked if that was OK with me.  I said OK
and he showed me into a room that had a bunch of different clothes in it
and told me to pick a swimsuit that I liked.  I looked around and the only
suits that I saw were the really small kind that swimmers wore.  I asked
Mike if there were any other kind of bathing suits and he explained these
were the kind that his clients sold.  I picked a green swimsuit.  Mike told
me that I could change in the room and then he left while I did.  I opened
the door and walked back into the studio wearing nothing but the little
green swimsuit.  Mike and Andre both nodded and smiled and Andre told me to
stand in front of the screen and then took a bunch of pictures as he walked
around me.  He knelt down a couple of times in front of me and took some
more pictures and then told me to stand with my legs apart and he lay down
right at my feet and took a bunch of pictures looking up at me.  When he
stood up he looked over at Mike and smiled and nodded some more.  He then
asked me to lie down on the floor which was also covered with a white sheet
and put me in a bunch of different poses with my legs down and then one leg
up.  Andre walked around me and took a bunch of pictures and for some
reason it seemed he took a lot of close up pictures of the swimsuit from
the front and behind.  I thought maybe his clients really wanted to see
what the swimsuit looked like when someone was wearing it.  Andre said
something about how hot I looked in the suit and that I was going to be a
great model.  He especially thought that people would really like my blond
hair and blue eyes and that the green suit really complemented my pale
skin.

Mike came over and said that we were finished for the day and that I could
get dressed and that he would take me home.  After he drove me home, Mike
handed me $60 and said he would like to get some more pictures of me.  He
asked if I could come with him tomorrow after school and he would pay me
another $50.  I said that would be OK and Mike said he would pick me up
after school but not to tell anyone about the pictures because he wanted to
make sure no one else stole me from him.  No one was home so I went
upstairs to my room and hid the money in one of my drawers.

The next day, Mike picked me up and took me to the studio.  Andre had the
lights set up in the room that looked like a bedroom and Mike explained
that today we were going to take some pictures of me in pajamas.  He took
me into the room with the clothes and told me to pick up some pajamas and
then bring them to the bedroom.  He wanted to take pictures of me as I
changed into the pajamas and said that he would pay me $20 more if I would
change in front of the camera.  That meant I would earn 70 bucks just for
changing into some pajamas.  That was more money than we had seen all at
once in a long time so I said OK.  I took a pair of pajamas with the
Simpsons on it and went back to the room that was set up as a bedroom.

Andre started taking pictures and told me to take my shirt off slowly,
which I did.  He told me to sit on the bed and take off my shoes and socks
and I did that too.  Then he told me to take off my pants.  I was a little
uncomfortable with that but Mike reminded me that I had promised to change
in front of the camera and that I was going to earn an extra 20 bucks for
doing that.  I nodded and then undid my belt, the button of the top of my
pants and slid my zipper down.  I pulled off my pants and stood there in
only my little white underwear.  While I was doing all of this, Andre kept
taking pictures.  I turned around so that Andre and Mike couldn't see me
when I took off my underwear but Mike told me to turn around and face the
camera.  I was really uncomfortable, but because he was paying me so much
money, I turned around.

Andre told me not to put the pajamas on right away and walked around me
taking lots of pictures of me with no clothes on.  He seemed to take a lot
of pictures of my small dick and balls and then he reached out and tickled
my sensitive cock.  That startled me, but my penis started to get hard.
Andre stood back and took a bunch of pictures of me with my hard little
cock and then Mike told me to lie down on then bed.  I asked him about the
pajamas, but he told me I could put them on later.  He seemed a bit less
friendly and I was getting a little scared.  I guess Mike could tell,
because he came over and sat on the bed beside me and stroked my hair,
telling me that I shouldn't worry, that no one was going to hurt me, that
they only needed some pictures of me.  He gently pushed me back on the bed
until I was lying on my back.  He gently stroked my hair, then across my
face and neck.  He stroked down onto my chest and I started getting
goosebumps.  I couldn't control it when my cock started getting hard and
Andre was taking pictures the whole time.  Mike kept stroking me and his
hand drifted lower, onto my stomach and then into the small hairs I had
just above my, by now, hard little cock.  I have to admit that, while I was
scared, it felt nice.

And then he slid his hand down between my legs and gently rubbed my balls,
making me gasp with surprise, but with pleasure as well.  "Ooohhhhh," I
moaned.  It was starting to feel really good and I didn't mind it as much
as before.  Mike ran his finger up the underside of my hard little boner to
the tip and swirled it in the little slit at the top, making me gasp again.
Then he took it in his hand and began giving me the first hand job I'd ever
had from another person.

"Mmmmm," I groaned, as I felt the sensation begin to overwhelm me.  I began
to breathe deeper and as Mike continued to stroke my raging little rod, I
moaned, "Ohhhhh yeahhhh, oohhh yeeaahhh, awww mannnn, ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh,
ooohhhh yeahhhh."  I felt myself getting close to cumming and panted,
"Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, oh shit, ohh fuuuck, ohh fuuuck, oh fuck,
OOOHHFFUUUUUUCCKKK."  And then I felt my orgasm overtake me and as I came,
I gasped out, "aaahhohh, ooohh, ooohh, ooohh, ooohh, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."

I looked over at Mike and saw that he was smiling.  He stopped stroking my
incredibly sensitive dick and lifting his hand to his mouth, he licked the
small amount of cum I'd shot onto it off.  Mike looked at Andre and Andre
nodded, with a small smile on his face.  I'd completely forgotten that
Andre had been taking pictures and when I realized that he'd caught the
whole action on his camera, I was really embarrassed and self-conscious.  I
was so embarrassed that I started to cry.  Mike put his arm around me and
pulled me close to him.  He kissed my head and my face and told me that I
was a good boy and not to be ashamed.  That I was special and he was very
happy with me and proud of me.  I calmed down after a few minutes and Mike
told me to go and get dressed.  He gave me $75 and told me he'd drive me
home.  On the way, he patted my thigh and told me that I'd made him very
happy and reminded me that I was helping my family and that I should be
proud of being able to contribute.  After he dropped me off, I ran upstairs
and hid the money.

I didn't see Mike for a couple of days, even though, for some strange
reason, I looked for him after school.  It was about 4 days later that I
saw his car when I left school at lunch.  I walked over to his car and he
opened the passenger door.  I jumped in and we drove off.

"I figured I'd give you a few days to yourself," he said, "and then see if
you were still interested in making some money."  "So, I take it you're OK
with what happened," he asked.

I just nodded my head so Mike reached over and rested his hand on my thigh,
just below my crotch.

"OK," he said.  "I have some clients that loved your last series.  They'd
like some more.  You OK with that?"

Again, I nodded my head and said, "Yeah, but if we're gonna do that again,
I want a hundred bucks."

Mike laughed and said, "You're quite a little negotiator.  OK, a hundred
bucks it is, but I'm gonna want a little more for that."

"What'ya mean," I asked.

Mike just smiled and said, "You'll see.  But don't worry, there's no way
I'm gonna let anything happen to you.  People are nuts for you."

When we arrived at the studio, I saw that there was another boy there.  I
quickly looked over at Mike and he smiled at me.  "Sam, this is Henry.
Henry's been with me for a while now.  He's going to have his picture taken
with you.  Is that OK?"  Henry looked like he was about 15.  He had a nice
tanned face with just the hint of a shadow of a beard and upturned,
purplish coloured eyes.  He had a long, straight nose, and small, thin
lips.  He was about 5'9" and slender and had short hair that was the colour
of cinnamon.

"I guess so," I said hesitatingly.

"Good.  That's real good," said Mike.

He told Henry and me to go into the bedroom and sit in the two chairs on
the far side of the desk that had been placed there.  There was a computer
monitor on the desk and Mike told us to sit so we could see the monitor.
Henry and I shifter the chairs so we could each see the screen and pretty
soon a video started playing.  It was a video of a young boy, about my age.
He was taking a shower and as he lathered his naked body, an older teenage
girl, around 17 or 18, walked into the bathroom.  She was wearing a halter
top and shorts, leaving flat stomach bare.  She watched the young boy for a
while and began rubbing her hands over her boobs and then down into her
crotch.  She slowly pulled the top off, revealing a pair of really nice
teenage breasts and went back to rubbing them and pinching her nipples.  I
could feel my cock getting hard and I looked over at Henry.  He was rubbing
his cock through his jeans.

As the video progressed, the girl dropped her shorts and panties, giving us
a view of her pussy.  It had light brown hair in a triangular patch above
it.  She stood there, sliding her hand over top and her finger into her
slit.  I was glued to the monitor, when I suddenly felt Henry place his
hand on my crotch and start rubbing my cock.  I became hard as a rock
almost instantly.

We continued watching the video as the girl opened the door to the shower
stall and stepped in, surprising the young boy, who immediately covered his
cock with his hands.  The girl moved close to the boy and slid her hand
down the boy's stomach and behind his hands.  She took hold of his now
erect penis and began stroking him.  When he removed his hands, his little
penis stood out and up from his body at an angle.  The girl stroked him for
a while and the boy leaned back against the shower wall.  Then just as she
knelt down in front of the boy, I felt Henry unzip my jeans and reach into
my fly.  He slid his hand into the fly of my boxers and took hold of my
boner and began to stroke it.  I tried to keep watching as the girl took
the boy's small penis in her mouth and began sucking him, but Henry had
grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair and onto the bed.

When he'd pushed me back onto the bed, Henry knelt down on it beside me and
undid my belt and pulled my pants and underwear right off me, leaving me
naked from the waist down.  He pulled his shirt off over his head, took
hold of my hard cock and began stroking me.  I sat up partially and pulled
my own t-shirt off, leaving me completely naked and then fell back on the
bed as Henry kept up his ministrations.  It was then that I noticed Andre
and the video camera, but the feelings that Henry was creating quickly
pushed that out of my consciousness.  Henry suddenly stopped jerking me and
rolled onto his back.  He quickly pulled his pants off and then his boxers
and I got my first glimpse of his cock.  To me it looked like it was the
size of a baseball bat and stuck straight up, but I was really surprised
because he had no hair around his cock, his balls or his legs.

Henry knelt on the bed beside me and took hold of my little boy cock again
and went back to stroking me.  He grabbed my hand and guided it to his
rampant hardon and I wrapped my hand as far around it as I could.  I wasn't
able to get my fingers completely around the width and the length of his
massive organ stuck out about twice the size of my hand.  It must have been
about 7" long and it had some skin partially covering the head.  Henry
sighed as I started sliding my hand back and forth along the huge tube and
he sped up his fondling of my hard spike.  I was actually enjoying the
sensation of Henry's hand on me and the feel of his huge dick in my hand.
I felt Henry move around on the bed and suddenly felt his hand replaced
with a warm, wet sensation.  I looked down and saw that he'd shifted and
had taken my dick in his mouth.  I just about jumped off the bed with the
surprise, but the incredible sensation his mouth was creating pinned me
where I was.

The feeling was like nothing I'd ever felt in my young life, the heat and
soft warmth and the pressure from the suction he was creating and I started
moaning, "Mmmmmm, yeah, oohhh yeahhh.  Ohh that feels sooo good.  Ohhhhh,
wwwooooowwww."

Henry kept sucking me for a while and then shifted again so that he was
kneeling beside my head.  I looked over at him and his hard cock was right
beside me.  I didn't know what was going on but he swung one leg across my
head and suddenly his rod was right in front of my eyes.  Henry lowered his
hips and the head of his massive cock rubbed against my lips.

"Open your mouth a bit," Mike said.  "Just put the tip in."

I was really getting uncomfortable but the way Mike said it scared me, so I
opened my mouth and Henry slipped the head between my lips.  It was huge
and I opened my mouth to try to take more in.  I was able to get the whole
head in my mouth, but when I tried to take more in I started gagging and
drooling and could hardly breathe around the size of it.

"Mmmmmm, that's goood," Henry crooned.  "Don't try to get it all in.  Just
do what you're doing.  It feels great."

I took as much in as I could and we sucked each other's cocks for a few
minutes until my jaw started getting really sore.  I pushed Henry up so
that I could take a break and give my mouth a rest.  Henry kept sliding his
soft lips up and down my shaft and I felt myself getting really close to
cumming and I started moaning, "Unnnnghhh, oooohhhhhh, unggggggghhh,
unnnnggghhhhh, ooooooooohhhhh."

Mike said, "What'ya think Henry, is he ready?"

Suddenly Henry stopped and said, "Yeah, prob'ly."

I'd been so close to blowing my load that when Henry stopped sucking, it
almost hurt, so I grabbed my cock and started furiously jerking myself.  I
wasn't sure what they were talking about but I needed to cum something
awful.  Henry grabbed my hand and stopped me and when I looked up at him,
he said, "Not yet. We've got something else to do first."

Now I was really confused and so turned on that I would have done anything
Henry wanted in order to cum.

"Lie down on your stomach, Sam," Henry said.  I didn't understand what he
wanted so he rolled me over.  He pulled the pillows from the head of the
bed and, lifting my hips, slid them under me, raising my bum up.

"He's got a great ass," Henry said to Mike and Mike nodded and replied,
"Yeah, that's why we thought you be perfect for his first time."

My first time for what, I wondered.  And then I felt Henry's hands on my
bare ass cheeks. He was rubbing and squeezing them gently at first and then
started squeezing a bit harder.  He massaged my bum for a couple of minutes
and then leaned down and started kissing and licking my cheeks.  It felt
really nice when he did that.  Then he did something that really shocked
me.  Henry spread my cheeks and licked down between them.  It felt really
weird, but actually kinda nice.  Then he licked across my little hole and I
just about jumped out of my skin.  Henry held my hips down and did it again
and again.  Pretty soon I got used to the feeling and then it became
exciting and really sensitive and I started feeling tingling in my stomach
and my cock started getting hard again.  Henry lifted my up onto my hands
and knees, spread my cheeks and started licking across my hole.  As he did,
he reached around me, grabbed my hardening little penis and began stroking
it.  I felt his tongue push against my little opening and I tightened up.

"Just relax," he said.  "Pretend you're trying to take a dump.  Push out a
bit."

When I did, Henry slipped his tongue right into my hole.

"Holy shiiiit!" I yelled.  "Ohhhhhh Wooowwwww!  Uuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhh."

I couldn't control myself and started pushing my ass back into Henry's
mouth and invading tongue.  I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I
couldn't help myself.  The feeling was sooo intense and made me sooo horny
that nothing mattered, at that moment, except the sensations in my ass and
cock.

I kept moaning while Henry kept running his tongue along my crevice, across
and into and out of my hole and stroking my cock.  Suddenly he stopped
licking my bum and I felt a cold liquid running down my bum and then being
rubbed across and into my hole.  I didn't know what was happening until I
felt Henry move closer to me and something being pushed between my cheeks
and against my opening.  At first I thought he was trying to put his finger
in me, but then I realized what it was.  And I panicked.

This was wrong!  And I started yelling, "NO, Stop!  STOP!  Please don't!
Please Stop!"

I tried to get away and off the bed, but Henry had hold of my hips and
wouldn't let go.  I began to cry, knowing what was about to happen.  And
then Mike came over and sat on the side of the bed.  He took hold of my
head and lifted my face to look at him.

"This is going to happen, Sam," he said.  "You need to stop fighting it.
It's going to hurt a lot less if you just relax and stop struggling."

I cried and begged him not to let it happen, but he just smiled and said he
couldn't do that.  He said that I was in so much demand that I'd be able to
write my own ticket once this video got out.  He told me to try and relax.
And then he looked at Henry and nodded.

I felt Henry put his huge, hard rod at my entrance and then there was a
searing, burning pain and I screamed and began crying as his huge tool
pushed its way into me.  I felt like I was being torn in half and screamed
again, but Henry just held me and slowly worked his massive pole farther
into me until I felt it pop past my sphincter.  And then he stopped and
just stayed there, with the head of his cock buried in my bum.  I was
sobbing and had buried my head in my arms, unknowingly raising my bum
higher up in the air and making it easier for him to penetrate my virgin
ass.  Slowly, ever so slowly, the intense pain subsided until it was just a
mild burning sensation.

After a few minutes, Henry began slowly sliding his thick staff a bit
deeper into me and the burning began again, but it wasn't as bad as it had
been.  I was still crying, but it was more at the thought of what was
happening to me than at the pain the fucking was causing.  Henry kept
working his cock into me until I felt his body up against the cheeks of my
ass.  Now the pain had settled and it felt like my bum was full.  Henry
slowly started to withdraw his penis a little and then slowly slid it back
in.  He did this for a while and then he began pulling farther out and
pushing back in.  The pain wasn't nearly as bad, and it started to feel
kind of funny.  Sore, but kind of ticklish and I stopped crying.  Now Henry
began pulling his cock almost all the way out of my hole and then sliding
it all the way back in, his hips smacking against my butt cheeks.  It felt
like it had become slipperier and didn't hurt nearly as much.  In fact, I
was starting to feel like I was enjoying it.  But how could I?  It was
wrong and I shouldn't enjoy it.  But I was.  And after a few minutes of
Henry fucking me with his thick, rock hard penis, I began to really get
into it.

"Ooohhhhaaaaa...Ooohhhhaaaaa...Ooohhhhaaaaa," I moaned as Henry plowed deep
into me.  "Ooohhhhaaaaa...mmmmmm...yeahhhhh...ooohooohooohooohoooh," I
whimpered while Henry made some unintelligible sounds over top of me, his
hard bat pistoning in and out of my burning, tickling ass.  And then Henry
yelled, "Ohhhhh, gooooooodddd, I'm gonna cuuummmm," and he rammed his
spasming member as far into me as he could over and over and I felt hot
fluid squirt into my bowels while he roared his orgasm.  And then his cock
stopped spewing and he collapsed onto my back, his cock still deeply
embedded in my ravaged ass, as he breathed deeply.  I couldn't hold him up
and the two of us collapsed onto the bed, Henry on my back, still in me.  I
felt his weight shift and he rose up from on top of me and as he did, I
felt his penis slide out of my hole with a plop, and all of a sudden I felt
empty, like there was a void inside me and I started to cry again, this
time not out of fear or pain, but from the overwhelming feelings that my
young body had just experienced.  I think it was then that I realized that
I actually enjoyed having Henry fuck me and that if he wanted, I'd
definitely do it with him again.

It wasn't until a couple of years later that I saw the video that Mike and
Andre had made of me being fucked by Henry.  I was shocked at how I had
taken Henry's enormous cock into my 12-year-old ass and the look of
pleasure and pain on my face as he plowed me repeatedly.

"Turns out, that became the start of a very lucrative career for me in
porn," I explained to a stunned David.  "I must have made over 50 videos of
me and had thousands of pictures taken with other boys, younger and older
as well as with men.  It allowed me to earn enough to go to college and get
my degree in computer engineering and, well, here we are."