1. The Freeballer in the Comet Store


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Boy, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Gay, Masturbation, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    surely?” I decided that he probably wasn’t really as modest as he made out and that what was going on was a sort of boost to his ego. He took a lot of trouble with how he looked, that was certain; even to the expensive “Aviator” glasses, hooked casually over his pullover. So I figured that vanity was probably his weakness. So I mentioned that I was into photography and that I had in the past done some amateur photography of models and guys of his age and that was why I was taken by his looks. I told him, “I think you’d look good in front of a camera.” To which he replied, “Actually, I could do with some decent pictures – for my Facebook page ‘n stuff. The only recent ones I’ve got are at weddings and christenings, or stupid ones when I’ve been drunk at parties and such like.” At this point, I was thinking more along the lines of IN-decent pictures, rather than decent ones but quickly spotting an opportunity, I said, “I’ve got my camera in the car. I could take some of you now, if you like.” “What, here?” he said, taken aback. “Yeah, why not,” I replied. “It’s nice and sunny today and you look so smart. I could take a few pictures here in the window.” He shook his head. “Nah. Not here. People will start looking. I’d get embarrassed.” And there was a pause. I thought the opportunity had escaped. Then, finishing-up his Moccachino, he looked up at me and said, “Tell you what though. My parents are away at the moment, celebrating their 40th Anniversary. We could go back to my ...
    place; I’ve got friends coming round this evening but I’m free this afternoon.” I was stunned – but tried not to show it. “OK,” I said, “You lead the way and I’ll follow.” And as we went back out to the car park, he turned to me and added, “No funny business, mind. I’m not taking my clothes off for you!” “Fair enough,” I said, putting my hands up in mock surrender. “You’re the boss.” Now I should mention that, in my experience of the young guys vain enough to want their photo taken, this reaction is common. However, more often than not, once they see the first lot of results, they are sufficiently pleased that they get a bit more ambitious and are happy to try something a little more daring. It sometimes takes a session or two to get their confidence and you have to be very careful about any physical contact, otherwise you can frighten them off, but needless to say, I had high hopes that this invitation might lead somewhere. I followed his smart little silver Toyota out of the car park. From the number plate, I could tell it was two years old. “Daddy” was obviously well off and the car was probably an 18th Birthday present. As we drove, I began thinking – and worrying, “What if he’s contacting his mates on his mobile from the car and this is all an elaborate trap?” Even so, I carried on, reckless as ever. When he turned into the driveway of his home, there was no sign of any other cars and what I saw was a large detached house, set well back from the road, a separate triple ...
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