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

    garage block to one side and a beautifully manicured lawn and flower-beds out front. He showed me into the house and through the marble-floored hall, into the main lounge, decorated in pale creams and white, with thick carpet and 3 huge cream leather sofas. To one side, double doors led to a sumptuous dining room, while towards the garden, the view led through a conservatory. He asked me if I wanted a juice or a coke and when he came back from the kitchen with 2 cokes, I complimented him on the house. “You have a lovely home,” I said, trying not to be too effusive, “You are very fortunate.” “Hmm. I guess I am, yes. Glad you like it.” Then he added, “It’s a bit OTT for me though; this is my Mum & Dad’s taste, not mine. Well, Mum’s really; Dad just likes what he’s told to like!” I laughed politely and nodded and we then went on to discuss the pictures I would take - a few sitting on the leather sofa nearest the window and then a few in the conservatory. Everything went very well; I was only using available light but the house was so bright and sunny and he was just a joy to work with. He had such a cute, almost blemish-free face along with a button nose and highly kissable lips; his one imperfection was that his teeth, though well-kept, were slightly uneven and I found that rather endearing, especially when I made him smile, and throughout the entire session, my heart was going “like the clappers”, as they say. However, it was all I could do to not keep looking at his right ...
    trouser-leg – though I made sure I got a few pictures which included it in the shot! When we were done, he said, “We can download those now on my computer, see the results.” And he gestured for me to follow him upstairs – to his room. His “room” though, was more like a small hotel suite. It was L-shaped, with its own en-suite bathroom, approached through a fitted dressing room. The whole space was decorated in grey, black and maroon, with shiny acrylic tops and cupboard doors everywhere. I was envious. His study was to one end of the L-shape and he had a huge desk and computer with a 22-inch flat-screen monitor, which was already switched on. I took the memory chip out of my camera and he inserted it into the front of his computer. We reviewed the pictures on the screen and I offered technical criticism here and there but generally I was quite pleased with the results and he seemed pretty surprised at how good they were. But he remained quite modest at his own good looks and when he complimented me on the pictures, I thanked him and added, “Of course, having a good looking model helps,” I said. He smiled, his slightly crooked smile and there was a pause. I couldn’t resist the opportunity. I said, “Judging by your dressing room there, you have some really nice clothes. Why don’t we try some more photos – but you know, different outfits?” Then, looking around the room and thinking of him changing out of those trousers, I added, “This would be a nice room to photograph you in too.” ...
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