Date: Mon, 16 May 2011 16:56:41 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: The Photo Shoot

The Photo Shoot.

By Alex Carbine.


I was in one of those bookshops, you know, the ones with painted out
windows and doors and large signs warning those that enter that they might
be offended.  Well, it was one of those bookshops. I was standing over by
the gay section, thumbing through some of the cheaper books, (mainly
because the more expensive ones were wrapped in clear film) when the guy
who fronts it came over from the cash desk and asked me if I was looking
for anything in particular. There was no one else in the shop so I told him
straight, "Do you have any books of young boys?" "Too risky!" he replied,
"I've got my license to think of."

"Of course," I countered and shrugged in resignation. He smiled at me and
then went over to his desk. He wrote something on a piece of paper and gave
it to me with a standard warning of "You didn't get it from me, O.K.?" I
looked at it and it was an address and telephone number. "Call first for an
appointment. Oh, and don't forget to take a camera." I disappeared out of
the shop sharpish, and went to a local call box. A female voice asked me
what I wanted and I simply replied that I wanted an appointment. "Have you
been here before?" she asked. "No, but I will bring my camera," I answered
remembering what the guy in the shop had just said. I was given a time
later that day, and I went home to my flat to wait.

In the flat I had a shower and changed into fresh gear. I really did have a
camera, and I checked my camera bag to make sure there was film to spare.
Time seemed to pass slowly but eventually I drove to the address, which was
not that distance at all. I was excited by all the mystery, knowing it must
be linked to what I had said to the guy in the bookshop.

I rang the door bell, and was shown in. The lady who answered the phone sat
me down and without any more ado said there was an agency fee of twenty
pounds, payable in advance. Her outstretched hand showed me she meant NOW.
I paid up. She went over to her desk and brought out a book of photographs.
"Pick one and I will see if he is free." The book was full of young lads,
posing nude, with their names written in underneath. Most of them had
hard-ons, and some of them were in pairs. I looked through the book and
made a couple of choices, one a single lad and another a pair. She noted
the names and looked up the number, then made a phone call. The first one
she rang answered that he was not available, but when she rang the pair she
got the go-ahead. She wrote an address down and gave it to me. "They're
expecting you. Pay them direct." She then showed me out by another,
different door to the one I had entered.

I drove my car to the new address, which again was not far. I was now deep
in bed-sit land. All the houses had been converted into several flats, each
meant only for one person. At the front door I was confronted by a list of
names next to the bell pushes. I did not know which one to push until I
remembered one of the names of the lads in the photos. It was Paul. I
looked for a name the an initial P. There was only one. I pushed the
bellpush and waited. There was a crackle and a voice said "Yeah?" from the
speaker grill. "Photographer" I said.

The door lock buzzed and I pushed the door open. I took a quick look at
which flat number I had buzzed and went on in and up the stairs. The front
door of flat 5 was ajar, so I went in. I was not prepared for what I saw.

The outside of the house was peeling paint and seedy. The stairway was dark
and damp. Inside this flat was fantastic. A polished wood floor, tasteful
decorations, expensive hi-fi and TV, and, of course, Paul. He was wearing
silk pajamas, in an oriental style. He had close cropped blonde curly
hair. He appeared to be just 18.

"Come in and make yourself at home. Do you drink? What would you like?" He
uncurled himself from the armchair and moved over to a cabinet. With the
doors open it displayed a wide range of popular beverages. I just stood
there, with my jaw sagging. He gave alittle laugh and gestured vaguely
around him. "Spoils of war, or should I say whore?" He laughed at his
pun. I smiled. He nodded at my camera bag. "Are you here to take pictures,
or what?" "That depends on what there is to photograph, doesn't it?" I
said, "And I would love a cup of coffee." Paul came over to me, and I could
smell the soap he had washed with.

"I like you. No bullshit." "How much?" I asked. "Twenty quid" "For both of
you?"  "No, each - well we've got to live. I won't charge you for the
coffee!" Well I was there and I was intrigued by it all. Two twenty pound
notes exchanged hands. "So where's your friend?" I asked. "Mark will be
along in a moment. I just thought we would get to know each other. I'll get
your coffee. White?  Sugar?" He disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared
a couple of minutes later with my coffee, which he brought over to where I
had sat down, and I was fascinated by the way his prick wobbled in the silk
as he walked. I could see there was a small dark wet patch. He put the cup
and saucer down on a side table and sat on the arm of the chair I was
in. "So what is your name?" I told him Alex. I could see his balls through
the fly opening of his pajamas. "And what do you like Alex?" he asked
moving slightly. I could see his prick now. It was cut and flaccid.
"Sucking, fucking, most things." I put my hand on his knee. He did not
mind. I moved it up and down his thigh, savoring the sensation of silk.
"Beautiful cloth," I said. "Bought this in Hong Kong, before it went back
to the natives." he answered. his cock was stirring, possibly due to my
stimulus.

My hand went closer to his crutch. He lay back against the chair back and
let his legs fall either side of the arm. His cock popped out of the pajama
opening. It was stiffening as I watched it. I could not help myself. I
curled my hand round his shaft and gently wanked his cockhead. A drop of
pre-cum squeezed out of the tip. I was getting hard myself, uncomfortably
so, but I did not want to move, given what I was doing. After a few strokes
he stood up. His erect cock stood out proud from his body. He unbuttoned
the pajama top and took it off. He had a fine, tanned, muscular torso. He
untied the waist band and the bottoms slid to the ground. He was beautiful.
"Would you like to make yourself comfortable?" he asked. I stood up and
slid out of my clothes in no time flat. I go to the gym twice a week to
work out, and have kept my body in reasonable trim. His eyes went to my
seven inch boner. I am not circumcised. The tip of my cockhead was just
poking out of the foreskin. I too had a little clear bead of pre-cum oozing
out of my piss slit.

I gave my cock a wank and the little bead became a big drop. I smeared this
over the head of my cock. Paul dropped to his knees. One hand closed round
my shaft whilst his other did the same to his own cock. He leaned forward
and took me in his mouth. As he gave me an expert blow job, he wanked
himself. I stood over him, my feet apart, my leg muscles taut as he sucked
and wanked me. Then I felt his hand moving to my anus. I put one foot up on
the seat of the arm chair, so he could have better access. He continued to
work his lips up and down my shaft, as he rubbed my ring. Then I felt his
finger working into my arse.

I relaxed my muscle as best I could and he was able to push inside. He
continued to suck my cock. He did this gently, in such a way that I could
enjoy the sensation without being forced to a climax. His finger came
out. Without missing a stroke with his head, he opened a drawer under the
side table and withdrew a pump-action bottle of lubricant. He anointed his
fingers and entered two into my ring. With these he finger-fucked me for
several minutes, all the while gently sucking my cock, which felt as though
it was getting harder and harder, but without getting any closer to a
climax.

Then I heard a key in the flat's front door. Paul stopped sucking long
enough to tell me that it would be Mark, before going back to my cock. I
turned my head to look for Mark, but he had gone straight into the
bedroom. A couple of minutes passed and then Mark called out "OK Paul, I'm
ready." Paul stopped his sucking and withdrew his fingers. "Let's go and
meet Mark," he said, his eyes twinkling with fun. He stood up and, holding
my cock, led me to the bedroom.

Mark was lying on his back. He had dark hair which fell over his face. His
photograph had not done him justice. It had not shown me how old he really
was, nor had it shown me his cock. I was very surprised. He could not have
been more than fourteen, and his cock was big. "I have been getting him
ready for you," Paul said to Mark, who was gently stroking his erect nine
inches, which was encased in a rubber and lubed for action. Without any
delay I climbed onto the bed and straddled the young lad. I reached round
behind me and guided his cock into my opened anus. Due to the ministrations
of Paul, my hole allowed him to enter easily, and I leaned back to received
his full length, controlling its entry carefully. He got hold of my stiffy
and continued to wank it, although it was softening already. I gently moved
myself up and down on his rod, my hands either side of his body by his
armpits. His young boy's face grinned at me.  "Hallo," he said cheekily,
"My name is Mark, what's yours?" "Alex" I grunted as I slid all the way
down his greasy pole.

Paul was beside me wanking himself with abandon. He had lubed his hand and
it slipped up and down his hard cock, his cockhead disappearing into his
fist with each stroke. He must have been almost cumming because he stopped,
then asked me if there was film in my camera. I gave him an old fashioned
look then nodded and he went into the other room, got my camera and
returned to the bedroom. Up until then the room had been lit by the bedside
lamp. He turned the main light on and the room lit up surprisingly
bright. There were three halogen lamps, one to each wall, shining down on
us. Paul set up my camera and took photos from all angles as I slid up and
down on Mark's dick. Photos taken Mark said, "Now it's Paul's turn." Paul
put the camera down and stood beside the bed. I climbed off Mark and bent
over the side of the bed.

Paul entered me with one thrust and then fucked me quite fast. He was not
as big as Mark and it was easier for him. He had put a rubber on his cock
and that was lubricated as well. Mark took hold of the camera and took
photos as his friend fucked my arse. "Are there any photos you would like
us to take?" he asked me as Paul continued to piston my arsehole. "Do you
ever fuck each other?" I asked. Mark looked at Paul and then said "OK" to
me. Paul pulled out of me and I flopped onto the bed. Paul pulled the
johnny off his cock and threw it in the bin in the corner. Mark did
likewise, and applied another to his still hard cock. Paul stood on the bed
over my head so I was looking up at him. He knelt down and leaned
forward. Mark knelt behind him and I watched as Mark stuck his length into
his friend. I was able to lick Mark's balls as they swung above me, and I
could feel Paul's balls and cock on my head and hair. I moved up the bed a
bit until I could suck Paul's cock. I could taste the rubber he had just
removed, and his salty emissions. My tongue went round the ridge of his
helmet and into his piss slit. I could feel his cock pulsing as his friend
fucked him. I wriggled out from under them and, taking my camera, I took
many photos of them fucking as they took turn and turn about to fuck each
other.

"I want to see you cum," I said to Paul, who at that time was fucking Mark.
"OK," he said, pulled out of him, and started wank himself to a
climax. "Don't take the rubber off" I said, and watched him pump his cock,
getting faster as his climax approached. "I'm cumming," he gasped and as
Mark sucked my cock I watched Paul fill the teat end of his johnny with
milk, but he did not stop there.

Paul continued to jerk as he pumped his cock, six, seven, eight times. His
hand did not stop. Ten, eleven, twelve, he went on ejaculating. His spunk
was now more than half way down the rubber, and when he stopped it was
actually leaking out round his pubes. He put his hands on his hips and told
me to take the johnny off myself. Carefully I peeled it back and stared at
his spunk covered cock, then I got down and took it in my mouth, licking it
clean, and then his hair and balls, until all trace of his cum was
gone. Then I watched as Mark got hold of the rubber and squeezed it so that
he could drink the spunk it contained. He held his tongue out so I could
see it before he swallowed it. I was speechless. My cock was so hard I
thought it would split.

Paul took me in his mouth again, and it was not long before I felt I was
going to explode. I took hold of his head and rammed my cock in and out of
his mouth, fucking his face. Then I felt myself going. I pumped and pumped
my spunk into his mouth and down his throat, and he took it without a
murmur. I could feel him swallowing it and that excited me even more,
making me cum loads. Finally I flopped exhausted onto the bed. Mark climbed
ontop of my chest and started to wank his length. When he came, he aimed it
at my face and glob after glob covered my nose, eyes and went into my
mouth. Then he stuck his knob into my mouth and I sucked it dry. I could
hardly see for the spunk over my eyes, and then Paul licked my face clean,
as I gave this youngster a good sucking. It was great. I look forward to
meeting other young lads when I phone for another 'appointment'.


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