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Tyson
Hair type: Brown
Ethinicity: Western European
Cock Type: Uncut
Set Type: Pictures
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Tyson 2, Tyson & James
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Pictures: 85 | Added: 09-10-2001
All of us remember our first boyfriend, right guys?
Even though, admittedly, most of us would probably rather forget him.
In retrospect, the 45 years old mailman clerk who liked nothing better than collecting stamps, watching re-runs of The Sound of Music and getting to bed early in women’s underwear (even when you weren’t there!) was probably not the best choice for an 18 years old disco bunny like you.
But, even so, we usually hang on to the odd fond memory or two of our first love, if only for old times sake.
So I count myself especially lucky that, for my first boyfriend, I had Tyson.
Quite simply, Tyson was the best looking boy in school. And, given that we only had one school in our town, that made him the best looking boy in the whole community too.
But the great thing about him apart from his looks was that he was fun. Being in his company would always cheer you up.
Tyson was always doing crazy things - like when I got him to pose for this picture.
At the time I was angry that he goofed it up - but when I look back at it now, it never fails to bring a smile to my face.
Because we lived in such a small town, it was hard to find places to go where no one knew us and we could be ourselves.
That meant we often met outdoors and tried to be alone there.
Often after school I’d meet Tyson in his dad’s TV repair shop. By the way, you can see what a crummy town we lived in from the state of the TVs!
Then we’d usually head off for the park. Sometimes we’d climb on the stuff in the kids’ adventure playground, even though we were twice the size of the kids it was designed for.
Mr Meltzer who lived across the street would sometimes shout at us to leave the place for the small kids. But I knew he wasn’t likely to get too heavy about it, just in case I’d tell his wife about the far too friendly hugs he always tried to give me when I delivered his paper on the Saturdays she was out of town.
But the best times of all were when Tyson’s folks went away for the weekends to visit his grandma who lived a couple of hundred miles away.
His mom thought that it wasn’t such a good idea to leave Tyson on his own, but when my folks said it would be OK if I stayed in their house to keep him company she was fine about it. When you’re just kids - and horny kids too - having the place to yourself is awesome. Within ten minutes of his folks leaving, Tyson would have locked the doors and closed the drapes. Then he got out of his clothes as fast as he could. Gee, when I look back now at the things we got up to, I’m so glad I took lots of pictures. They remind me just what a hot kid Tyson was - even though at that stage in our lives the only thing that the word “hot” would have meant to us was the meal that his mom had left cooking for us in the oven. It was as though, even then, he was a natural model. My camera loved him almost as much as I did. Of course, at that age - we were both about 18 I guess - you can’t keep a good boy down (in any sense). Tyson was no exception. It was no time at all before his eager dick - not too long, but real meaty - was pushing itself out of his briefs. It’s funny how you remember some of the smallest details, isn’t it? I can just see those briefs now in my mind’s eye. Black, they were, with a grey and blue checker pattern. Mind you, I guess I ought to remember them well. After all, I’d buried my face in them so many times! Once we were both naked, we’d play around the house for a couple of hours, listening to music, atching TV or whatever. Sometimes we’d even play with Tyson’s dad’s dog Sam. The only trouble with that was that if Sam got too excited, he’d jump up and nip your dick with his sharp teeth! Having your boyfriend’s mouth on your dick is one thing - but an excitable 100 lb. Labrador’s quite another. But it just seemed so natural to be naked like that with Tyson. At the end of the evening we’d creep off to his parent’s big bedroom. We always started off our sex the same way. Tyson would lean back, with his eyes closed, a big smile on his face and his fat dick sticking right up at me. It’s the memories like that one - things we’d always dreamed of but had never actually seen before - that explain why none of us ever forgets that first boyfriend. Even the cross-dressing stamp collector for whom, unbelievably enough, you were once prepared to “climb every mountain.”
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