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Photographic Evidence (mm)
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From : Johnny Hardin 07 Oct 94
Subj : Photos M\M
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Photographic Evidence
I was doing my neighbor a favor, delivering some things
to her son at college. There were boxes of books and clothes
that only a man could handle. I really didn't mind the side
trip since I've lusted after this boy for years. Bobby is
nineteen, and built like a swimmer, so I certainly didn't
mind going by the college to catch a few glimpses of my
neighbor's sexy son and his equally sexy friends.
Bobby had taken the things into his bedroom and told me
to have a beer and a seat. I was sorting through some
magazines on the coffee table when a manila folder fell down
to the floor and spilled its contents. I picked up a stacks
of photographs from the floor. I nearly had heart failure!
There was the object of my lust, posing explicitly naked in
all those shots!
My cock nearly tore through my pants, throbbing
maniacally, as I ogled Bobby's breathtakingly fantastic body
posed in all sorts of erotic positions. He was entirely
naked, his legs spread wide and the camera focused on his
erect cock and hairy balls. There he was sucking on a huge
piece of male meat. I looked at him squatting over another
cock and impaling his asshole.
When Bobby returned to the living room, he saw me
looking at his pictures. He asked, "You getting a hard-on,
Carl?"
I moved my hands to show him indeed that I was. Bobby
just grinned. Without saying another word, he stripped
naked, right there in the living room, exposing his body to
me. He looked even better in real life. His chest was
hairless except for a ring of brown hairs accenting his erect
nipples, his stomach was flat and his butt was round. His
cock stood out from his brown pubic bush with his lemon size
balls riding below.
He tossed me an instant camera, and then immediately
began posing for me, playing with himself, masturbating as he
posed. Pre-cum dripped down from his tool onto the floor,
while my own pants had a wet spot forming. He was twenty
years younger than I! But I was salivating over his body,
hungering for him, all the while, taking steamy, explicit
photographs of his naked body.
My favorite pose was when he lay on his back, and then
pulled his knees to his chest while also lifting his balls to
expose his asshole. That wrinkled brown ring clenched and
unclenched as I shot film. I moved in good and close for
those shots, I could smell the musky odors rising from his
crotch and ass area.
When I'd shot all the film in the camera, Bobby said,
"Fuck me."
I looked at him posed so lewdly. Who could possibly
resist such an offer? Not me, that's for damn sure!.
I dropped my pants and pulled off my shirts. Wearing
only my sneakers I lay on top of him, my cock riding the
crack of his hot ass. Bobby turned us over, though, and
squatted over me and impaled himself on my cock, sinking
all the way down on me with one fluid motion. The bastard
had greased his ass when he went into the bedroom and was
ready for my cock. His asshole was tight, and it enveloped
me like a second layer of skin.
I felt myself buried all the way inside him. Then I
stared at him wildly bouncing up and down on my cock. His
butthole squeaked and farted. The sheer tightness of his
butt brought me off quickly. Then I filled his tight, hot
shitshute with my spurting spunk.
Bobby kept right on fucking me and I stayed hard as a
rock. He bounced hard and faster, while I reached down and
kneaded his hot hard cock. Bobby groaned like crazy and with
a few clenchings of my fist the head of his cock flared and
spilled into the air strings of white hot cum. It sprayed
over my chest and up onto my face. He collapsed besides me
on the rug; we lay there catching our breath.
Suddenly I was aware that we were both getting hard
again. Bobby slid down my body and teased my stiffening dick
with his mouth until, for the second time that afternoon, I
was rock-hard. Cupping my balls in his hand he swallowed my
hard-on and pushed up with palm, forcing my cock down his
throat. With the fast hand action on my nuts Bobby mouthed
my rod as I gasped and groaned, thrashing around until I
unloaded a huge wad of searing cum, blasting out of my cum
slit and on to his face, neck and chest. When I was
completely drained , he straddled my chest, his thick shaft
pressing against my mouth. I opened wide and clamped my lips
around it, sucking hard as he started to fuck my face,
letting me have every thick inch of his fantastic cock until
his body began to tense and my face was splattered with a
second load of his hot cream.
We were both exhausted and ready for sleep. As we
slept, our naked, sweaty bodies pressed together and in the
morning there was a repeat of the night before.
Later Bobby confessed that he kept those pictures out on
purpose, because it always initiates a new photo session and
some hot action. I sure he is telling the truth, and I have
the pictures to prove it.
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