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John

Hair type: Blond

Ethinicity: North American

Cock Type: Cut

Set Type: Pictures

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Pictures: 58 | Added: 08-13-2000

So what’s so bad about me, then?

If my friends can do it, why not me?

And if they can make good money out of it, why can’t I?

My buddies Jeff and Steve and I have been making money by meeting up with guys who go for boys for about the past six months.

All the kids in town know about the old truck stop two miles down the highway. You can go there for an hour or two and, if you’re lucky, come back with $50 or even $100 in your pocket.

And it’s not as if you’ve gotta do much. Usually, it’s just sit in the passenger seat of some guy’s car while he gives you a blowjob and he jacks himself off. At first I always used to screw up my eyes and tried to think about girls at school while it was happening. But now I’ve kinda got to like it - even if it is a guy - though I draw the line when they try to get me to put their dicks in my mouth.

Anyway, about three months ago Jeff and Steve came back from the truck stop with even more money than usual. It turned out that they’d met some guy who said he wanted to take pictures of them.

“Art pictures”, he’d said.

Naked art pictures, of course.

Even though we’re talking big money here, at first they’d turned the offer down. But, when the guy told them that the pictures would only be seen on a private pay-site on the internet and that no-one they knew would ever find out, they changed their minds.

Jeff and Steve did really well. For just a few hours of their time - in which, Jeff said, the very worst thing was getting goose bumps on his ass - they made more money than they’d make in a month of turning tricks at the truck stop. Jeff got himself a new bike and Steve bought a whole new set of designer clothes - or what passes for them in a small town like ours.

That was money that I could do with too. I owed some guy $300 - don’t ask for what - and he was turning pretty bad over it.

If I didn’t get the cash soon, my face might end up being the sort that no-one’s gonna take a picture of.

Eventually I got Jeff to give me the photographer guy’s number. It turned out he had a professional studio in the next town, Sonny’s Super Snaps. Jeff said it was completely respectable in working hours but, after he put the shutters up for the day, the guy did his “private” work.

When I called, the guy was out on a shoot but his woman assistant let me make an appointment. I wasn’t dumb enough to say why I really wanted to meet him. Instead I said I needed some shots of me in sports gear for our school magazine and that I could only come in after hours, once school was over and I’d had dinner with my folks.

 

A few days later I was ringing at the studio doorbell at 7pm. After a few minutes the door was opened by a pretty weedy, miserable looking kinda guy, about 50, I guess, with thin grey hair and thick glasses. Sonny didn’t really much live up to his name.

In the studio we talked about the pictures I wanted. I dropped the names of Jeff and Steve into the conversation - but I got no reaction. Maybe he gets through so many guys that the names didn’t mean anything to him any more.

Sonny spread out a blanket on the floor and took some pretty standard shots of me looking sporty and, if I say so myself, pretty cool.

I’d spent a lot of time making myself look good. I’d even missed out on jacking off for the last two days ‘cos I wanted to make sure I could produce a big dick on demand.

I guessed that for sports pics it would be pretty normal to take some shots showing me stripped to the waist and showing off my muscles.

So I took off my top and, trying to give Sonny a pretty strong hint of what I was there for, pulled my track suit bottoms down a bit just as he took the shots.

But still he didn’t take the bait.

I could see I needed to be a bit more open. That seemed strange, but maybe the guy was just shy - or maybe he got his rocks off by thinking that young kids were seducing him instead of the other way round.

“Say”, I said. “I’ve been thinking of going into modelling. Could you do me some “art pictures”?”

“Sure”, he said. “You’re old enough and you’re the customer.

“You pose how you want. You’re paying me so I’m happy to take whatever pictures you want.”

Over the next hour I tried just about every pose I could think of to turn the guy on.

First I hoped that just stripping down to my undershorts, spreading my legs as wide as possible and putting on a horny smile would do the trick.

But it didn’t. So, as Sonny seemed to be pretty cool about what was going on, I kicked off the shorts and showed him all my potential.

And quite a lot of potential there was too.

While the evening had been pretty frustrating so far, surprisingly I found I was enjoying the experience and my dick was certainly well on the way to rising successfully to the occasion.

First I tried just standing there, buck naked. I guess I hoped the guy would jump me or something, but he just kept his eye glued to the viewfinder and clicked away.

I tried stretching out - pretty seductively I thought, looking into the camera lens like you’d swear I wanted that 300mm monster shoved right up my ass without delay.

I tried turning round, pointing my asshole right in his face as I spread my legs.

Like I said, I’d never even given a guy a blow job before now, but if I was going to pay off that $300, I knew that this was the guy I had to score with. Some of the truck stop boys said being screwed wasn’t too bad and I reckoned I could handle it if I had to.

But, after a couple of hours of all this, it was obvious I was wasting my time. Nothing at all had seemed to turn the guy on and I had to get home.

I got dressed and headed for the door.

At that point Sonny gave a slight cough and came up close behind me.

Was this it?

He spoke.

“Well, John, that sure was unusual.

When that ol’ brother-in-law of mine Sonny went on vacation and asked me to look after things, I didn’t expect this.

“My wife won’t believe me when I tell her how much school magazines have changed since our day."

“And, by the way, the bill for the photos is $300. "

“Just drop the money in to Sonny when you’re next in town.”

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