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Carwyn

Hair type: Black

Ethinicity: North American

Cock Type: Cut

Set Type: Pictures

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Pictures: 50 | Added: 04-23-2001

Carwyn is one cool dude.

If all the kids at school had to vote for the student who sets the trends - in clothes, haircuts, cars, music and even sex - then it would be him.

Just look at his name for a start.

He says that it’s Welsh. Maybe it is. But, whatever it is, it sums the guy up - unique, a one-off, inimitable.

And he knows it.

Lots of people tell Carwyn on a regular basis that he ought to go into modelling. And I guess it was because he knew that I was the school’s best photographer that he asked me to put a portfolio together for him.

 

I invited him to come round to my house on a night I knew my parents were out until late. He was, naturally, the fashionable five minutes late that you’d expect and, after a glass of mineral water (what else?) we climbed the stairs to my bedroom that I had transformed into a temporary photographic studio.

Of course, he wore some great clothes for the first shots we did. Sophisticated but casual, contemporary but with a classic twist (can’t you tell I subscribe big time to the fashion mags?)

Even Carwyn’s wristwatch was colour-coordinated with the rest of his outfit, for Christ’s sake.

I’d shot some amateur fashion spreads - though always with girls before now - for the school newspaper before.

But this one soon became something very different.

Once Carwyn had taken off his sleeveless jacket, I just expected him to strike a few more poses before we’d wind the session up.

But instead he suddenly grabbed hold of his crotch, pressing the fabric tightly over the clear outline of what appeared to be a substantial - and even growing - dick.

I was so taken aback that I almost over-exposed the shot.

But I kept my cool and just kept on snapping away.

From my model’s point of view, though, I might as well not have been in the room. It was as though he was in a sort of dream and, as he gazed somewhere into the distance, he loosened the button at the top of his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper.

Not surprisingly, he was wearing the latest design of undershorts - light grey with a long leg (I was pleasantly surprised to find that, even in the weird situation which seemed to be developing, I could still recognise the subtle nuances of contemporary design).

I went on taking the pictures and Carwyn went on behaving as though he was in a completely different world.

But, for some reason, I appeared to have been invited to join him there.

Carwyn took off his shirt and, even though his chest and torso may not have demonstrated the sheer animal sex appeal of many of the school jocks, there was still something incredibly desirable - and yet, for the first time that I had ever appreciated, vulnerable - about him.

This was the moment that Carwyn could have ended his performance with no embarrassment to anyone.

We could have laughed off the whole thing together and probably would never have referred back to it ever again (even though I knew that the memory - brief though it would have been - would have stayed with me forever).

And, equally, it was the moment where, by choosing to carry on even further we would be entering into a sort of conspiracy, the sharing of a secret known only to the two of us and never to be divulged to anyone else.

Carwyn knew exactly what he was doing.

He pushed his undershorts down over the well-rounded cheeks of his butt, swaying ever so slightly from side to side as he did so.

And then he took them off completely.

With only a necklace and a wristwatch to cover his modesty, all pretence that we were putting together a modelling portfolio was completely out of the window now.

The photoshoot had become an overtly sexual one within just a few seconds, but, in retrospect, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to have happened.

So far Carwyn and I had hardly exchanged a word. But now, quite quietly and still without looking at me directly, he said: “Take some pictures of me on the bed, please.”

By now I had ceased being surprised by anything - but that “please” amazed me.

Carwyn never said “please”. He never had to. He moved through life taking whatever he wanted as if it were simply his due. That single word showed that we had entered completely uncharted waters.

Sitting carefully back on the bed, Carwyn lay back, took his stiff dick in his hand and looked straight into the lens of my camera.

I’d never taken any pictures like these before - although I had plenty of them in the small collection of gay magazines hidden under my bed - but Carwyn seemed to take to it all completely naturally and to make it work with almost no effort at all.

Once again I was amazed at my classmate.

I had come across another of his unique qualities, though one that would be known only to me.

I suspected, too, that I was about to discover that Carwyn and I had yet another characteristic in common - and it was one that I intended to enjoy to the full.

 

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