David

Hi there, guys. I’m David.

I guess that it’s not too often that you get the model’s point of view on this site, so I thought I’d tell you a bit about myself.

After all, its cute kids like me that you really come here to see, isn’t it? Not seedy photographers in their 50s whose hands tremble so much when I take off my pants that I sometimes think they won’t be able to take a single sharp photograph.

My friend Richard took the pictures here. He’s in his mid thirties, I’d guess, and hasn’t got to the shaking hand stage - well, not yet anyway.

Richard says he's on a project taking pics of young guys in their personal "fantasy worlds" at the moment. Unfortunately, in reality I’m nowhere near the Caribbean beach of my dreams - but Richard says we have to use a little “artistic license”.

When I was a bit younger, I always used magazines to help me fantasise. In my small town, there's not exactly a great deal of hot gay material available so, like many of you guys, I guess, I just used whatever I could get my (sticky) hands on.

Sometimes it would be nothing more erotic than the men’s swimwear pages of a mail order catalogue.

But when you’re in your teens and a horny little devil 24 hours a day, anything’s enough to get your imagination going at full speed.

I’d stretch out on my bed, staring at the models in their tight speedos and inventing stories where I’d meet them and….. Well, I was very naïve then and I didn’t actually know quite what I wanted to do with them. But I definitely knew that I wanted to do something.

And, of course, it wouldn’t be too long before I’d gotten out of all my clothes and would be jerking away like shit at the thought of getting inside Mr Speedo’s trunks and exploring the contents of that carefully airbrushed bulge.

At the same time I’d be sticking a wet finger up my ass - and, honestly, I didn’t really know why! Like the stupid kid I still was then, I thought it was a pretty dirty thing to do and that no one else in the world ever did things like that.

But I also knew that I loved the sensation.

You remember how at that age you seemed to be horny virtually every minute of the day? Well, it’s no exaggeration to say that after I’d jerked off two or three times in quick succession in the bedroom, I still had plenty to spare. I’d go to the bathroom to clean off those sticky fingers - and the rest of me - and I’d get hard again straight away.

Just in the bathroom, for crissakes!

Miss Dunkworth never mentioned that in biology class at school. I used to think I must be real weird.

Now that I’m just a bit older and wiser, another of my fantasies is to have sex outdoors. On the one hand it’s the thought of meeting a complete - and completely hot - stranger. And on the other it’s the danger at the same time of being discovered in the middle of the sex.

Exciting, or what?

The more I think about it, in fact, it’s that sensation of danger that really turns me on. Not only do I like sex outdoors where anyone might come across me (if you’ll pardon the pun) at any moment - I also like to jerk off all round the house when my parents are out for the evening.

Now you might think that that’s normal enough for a kid my age - and you’d be right.

But the funny thing is that I only do it when I know that they’re on their way home and might be coming back through the door at any minute. That really turns me on and I can cum in just a few seconds if I know they’re pulling up in the car outside.

Usually I just go downstairs and do it in a place where, as soon as I hear them coming, I can race up to the safety of my bedroom. The best place is sitting on the staircase itself. The stairs are made of wood, so any stains don’t show up so much!

But when I’m feeling real daring - or when I’ve dipped into dad’s bourbon bottle - I go into the TV room, close the curtains and stretch out on the couch with a magazine (I’ve graduated beyond clothes catalogues these days).