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Tyson / James A
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Pictures: 84 | Added: 01-28-2002
Hi again.
It's James here, with my boyfriend Tyson - or Ty, as everyone calls him.
Remember us? I'm the one in the red shirt.
You know, when we agreed to have our pictures posted here last year (September, if you want to look them up) we didn't think much about it.
Sure, it would be a good laugh to see ourselves on the internet - especially naked! - but we were just planning to enjoy ourselves with the money they paid us and then get back to our everyday lives.
But it hasn't been like that at all.
Oh, no.
Just a few days after our pics appeared we got a call from the webmaster.
That was a surprise in itself.
I'd have guessed that the guy who has that job would be so exhausted - after a hard day's work jerking off over all the hot photos passing through his sticky hands - that he'd never even have the strength left to pick up a phone.
But call us he did.
And it turned out that we were a big hit.
He'd had hundreds (well, dozens) of e-mails from you guys saying that you wanted to see more of us.
Well, him, actually.
No, not the sticky-handed webmaster… Ty, my boyfriend.
In fact, one guy e-mailed to say he "wanted to see the dark-haired cutie - not the red-haired version of Elton John."
I must say that I thought that was a bit unfair.
I may not be a multi-millionaire who's cornered the market in exotic shoes and glasses, but at least I've got a pretty trim build (except where it counts to be big - but you already know that, don't you?) and all my own hair.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, the HMBoys.com webmaster forwarded all you guys' e-mails to us and, as a result, Ty and I have now gone into a full-time business.
The porno business.
As you can see here, Ty - whose head, I might say, had been swollen more than it ought to have been by all those hot e-mails - was dead keen on the idea.
I, on the other hand, as my expression suggests, was still somewhat pissed by the unkind (as well as inaccurate) comparison with Elton John :(
One of the e-mailers was, he claimed, a rich businessman. To be honest, I don't know whether he was or he wasn't - and I don't even care. All that mattered was that, as soon as we got in touch with him, he wired back a very generous cash donation to our housekeeping expenses. All we had to do in turn was to go into the country and shoot a sequence of photos to his specifications. Now I can guess what you're probably thinking - that, for the money he paid us, he'd ask for something out of the ordinary. I don't know… watersports or fisting or something like that. But it wasn't as if they were remotely kinky or anything. In fact all he wanted were lots of pics of Ty getting undressed and fooling around naked like some young kid. That thought cheered me up. After all, he was prepared to pay darned good money for the sort of thing that I get for free every day :) Ty and I had a great time on our porno photoshoot. I started by taking shots of him with his clothes on. To me he looks just as sexy - if not more so - that way. Soon after I'd begun taking the pics I started to feel hot and horny. It was hard to keep my hands off Ty. To be honest, I wanted him to fuck me right then and there out in the open. But, I told myself, I had to maintain my self-control. After all, we had standards to maintain. We had become professionals now. Ty felt more comfortable once he'd taken off that top of his. It was a pretty warm day, as I think you can tell from the photos, and he loves the feel of the sun on his back almost as much as I love the feel of him on mine. While we were fooling around, Ty took the opportunity to take some shots of me too. After all, we had more than enough film for the pics our sponsor had asked for, so we might as well take some for our own album too. For some reason, Ty insisted that if he had to get undressed, so did I. I can never refuse him anything. But, it struck me, he was quite specific in the type of photos he took of me. He may well be my boyfriend, but I still felt compelled to point out to him that I do have a face too, you know. After we'd taken quite a few rolls of film outdoors, we took the bus home for a few more (actually, a few hundred more) intimate shots which we'd been asked to take. That allowed me to return the compliment Ty had paid me earlier. "As though," I told him, "this guy really wants to look at your face!" By the way, don't be fooled by the size of Ty's equipment as it looks here in the photograph. Remember, the guy who'd commissioned the pictures had said that Ty had to look boyish rather than especially hunky. In any case, we hadn't even got really worked up at that point. Believe me - and I should know - my boyfriend is no pigmy in the dick department. In fact, if that vicious-tongued e-mailer is right and I'm Elton John, then Ty can only be my Rocketman.
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