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Wayne Jennings scrolled through his emails. Legitimate business was slow. He'd submitted the wedding video to the client yesterday and had an 18th birthday booked for the weekend. There were a few nibbles about work next week, mostly old ladies wanting to be filmed with their pets walking in the park. It was so boring he felt like shutting shop, getting into his car and driving.
Except then he would have to postpone his illegitimate business. The homemade porn. If only there was more of that on his books?
The subscription site was going OK. But there was so much free porn on the web, who paid a subscription anymore? When he was in high school free porn was all vanilla. You paid for the rough stuff. But now, at the click of a button you could watch brides being gangbanged in church, coeds being fisted in class, twinks being cuffed and whipped and sodomised with whatever was lying around. You could click between live cams in bedrooms all over the world, and message the subjects to do whatever you wanted.
Wayne opened the subscriber list. Eighty five lonely old men who somehow hadn't worked out how to find what they wanted, or were comfortable paying to make sure they only saw things they found appealing or arousing.
And once he had their credit card details, they just kept paying. The only subscriber he'd lost in the last 6 months had been a death notified by the sister. She'd been so apologetic too.
He sent his customary weekly email inviting the subscribers to check out his new postings, all films he'd pirated from other websites. But they never worked out they could find this stuff for free.
And they emailed back. Frank wanted to see more of some twink called Ricky. I mean, these porn actors never worked twice under the same name, assuming they even worked twice. Bob wanted to see a twink orgy - Wayne posted a link to Bel Ami. Some guy who only called himself Big Daddy was obsessed with young Asian guys and some kid called Isaac who was posting fisting videos every week. I might as well take a cut linking them to Bid Daddy, Wayne thought.
And then the email pinged again. Wayne opened the fresh email as there didn't seem much else to do. From Elijah. Very biblical. Some freshman at community college asking if Wayne took on interns. No need to pay me, Elijah said, as if that was ever going to happen. Just looking for hands on experience in a one man communications business.
Wayne wasn't much fussed. Maybe he could use an assistant, especially a free one, if he had any work. And maybe young Elijah would just get in the way.
He was on the point of closing the screen when he noticed the photo link. Might as well get a look at this kid. Wayne opened the link and nearly fell off his chair.
Except then he would have to postpone his illegitimate business. The homemade porn. If only there was more of that on his books?
The subscription site was going OK. But there was so much free porn on the web, who paid a subscription anymore? When he was in high school free porn was all vanilla. You paid for the rough stuff. But now, at the click of a button you could watch brides being gangbanged in church, coeds being fisted in class, twinks being cuffed and whipped and sodomised with whatever was lying around. You could click between live cams in bedrooms all over the world, and message the subjects to do whatever you wanted.
Wayne opened the subscriber list. Eighty five lonely old men who somehow hadn't worked out how to find what they wanted, or were comfortable paying to make sure they only saw things they found appealing or arousing.
And once he had their credit card details, they just kept paying. The only subscriber he'd lost in the last 6 months had been a death notified by the sister. She'd been so apologetic too.
He sent his customary weekly email inviting the subscribers to check out his new postings, all films he'd pirated from other websites. But they never worked out they could find this stuff for free.
And they emailed back. Frank wanted to see more of some twink called Ricky. I mean, these porn actors never worked twice under the same name, assuming they even worked twice. Bob wanted to see a twink orgy - Wayne posted a link to Bel Ami. Some guy who only called himself Big Daddy was obsessed with young Asian guys and some kid called Isaac who was posting fisting videos every week. I might as well take a cut linking them to Bid Daddy, Wayne thought.
And then the email pinged again. Wayne opened the fresh email as there didn't seem much else to do. From Elijah. Very biblical. Some freshman at community college asking if Wayne took on interns. No need to pay me, Elijah said, as if that was ever going to happen. Just looking for hands on experience in a one man communications business.
Wayne wasn't much fussed. Maybe he could use an assistant, especially a free one, if he had any work. And maybe young Elijah would just get in the way.
He was on the point of closing the screen when he noticed the photo link. Might as well get a look at this kid. Wayne opened the link and nearly fell off his chair.
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Having just graduated from high school, Elijah was entering his first semester of college. He had an interest in becoming a film editor. Elijah had been working on creating a few websites of his own. His teacher had recommended that he find someone, who would allow him to intern. Elijah had no interest for the money, he were merely in it for the studying and first hand experience. He enjoyed the aspecting of taking raw footage and editing it into something striking.
It was a Friday night and Elijah was running through a few websites. He had seen a few videos on the website. Some of them included weddings among other things. Elijah saw how well crafted the videos were, with certain care taken. He scrolled through the pages looking for the owner of the website. Elijah saw an email to the owner of the website, who also seemed to be doing to the videos as well as editing. He took interest in wanting to learn from him, perhaps see if he would be willing to intern.
Elijah instantly clicked on the link, opening his email. He wrote a quick email inquiring about an intern position. Elijah didn’t need the money, which he wrote in the email. He was just looking to learn from this person, if given the chance. Elijah even submitted a link to a website he created, which had a few videos of his own on them.
Clicking submit, he hoped he would get a reply back, but there was no telling. Elijah didn’t want to seem needy, but he was. He knew that it would look good for his professor to know that he had taken the initiative to intern with someone who was a professional. Elijah didn’t want to rush things, so he went about playing on his computer while he waited to see if he would get a reply tonight, but he knew it was just wishful thinking.
It was a Friday night and Elijah was running through a few websites. He had seen a few videos on the website. Some of them included weddings among other things. Elijah saw how well crafted the videos were, with certain care taken. He scrolled through the pages looking for the owner of the website. Elijah saw an email to the owner of the website, who also seemed to be doing to the videos as well as editing. He took interest in wanting to learn from him, perhaps see if he would be willing to intern.
Elijah instantly clicked on the link, opening his email. He wrote a quick email inquiring about an intern position. Elijah didn’t need the money, which he wrote in the email. He was just looking to learn from this person, if given the chance. Elijah even submitted a link to a website he created, which had a few videos of his own on them.
Clicking submit, he hoped he would get a reply back, but there was no telling. Elijah didn’t want to seem needy, but he was. He knew that it would look good for his professor to know that he had taken the initiative to intern with someone who was a professional. Elijah didn’t want to rush things, so he went about playing on his computer while he waited to see if he would get a reply tonight, but he knew it was just wishful thinking.
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Wayne was captivated by Elijah's photo. This kid was hot in that deep dark eyed emo way. Pale skin, eyes like bottomless wells, a mop of shaggy hair. And he knew how to pose for a photograph. No 'startled deer in the headlights' for Elijah. No. He was posed neatly, casually but carefully, head to one side and then the other, accentuating his enigmatic character, his male beauty.
Wayne surprised himself as he realised how many traits he was ascribing to Elijah on the strength of a few photographs. Maybe they were posed and taken by a professional. Who cares, he thought. That's the power of well taken photographs. They tell so much more than a polaroid snap.
His examination of Elijah and the powerful effect the boy had on him, took Wayne back to his own internship, his own brief but satisfying time helping the photographer in his hometown. John had been an enigma too. A softly spoken artistic guy in a hick southern town. A loner, single, no friends, in his studio at all hours.
And the beauty of his work. Well, Wayne could see it. John Bucklow was no point-and-shoot cameraman. Wayne hoped someone, anyone had appreciated what they had in John, seen the sheer originality and majesty in everything he photographed. Maybe that was why Wayne agreed, as John's 18 year old intern, to pose. For those photos. The one's which led to all the trouble.
He wondered where John was now. His mentor had left town in a hurry. For the best, of course. Before Wayne's parents and the authorities could blow everything out of all proportion. Sure they were immodest. Sure there were other people in some of them. And maybe they were pornographic. Kinky was how John described them. But they were beautiful. They still aroused Wayne, so much so that he rationed his looking at them. John's photographs were so special that Wayne saved them for special occasions.
And maybe that's why Wayne had so few people to show them to. His relationship with John had been special, unique, never to be repeated. Maybe that's why Wayne had never found anyone else to share his desires in all these years.
Somewhere, deep in his subconscious, a voice told him he would share these photographs with Elijah.
The voice in his brain shocked Wayne. He shook his head and looked around, almost expecting someone - John? - to be in the room. But of course he was alone.
Wayne realised he was perspiring. His hands were slippery as he moved the mouse across the screen to reply to Elijah's email. Wayne noticed the link to Elijah's website. He would look at that before replying.
Wayne surprised himself as he realised how many traits he was ascribing to Elijah on the strength of a few photographs. Maybe they were posed and taken by a professional. Who cares, he thought. That's the power of well taken photographs. They tell so much more than a polaroid snap.
His examination of Elijah and the powerful effect the boy had on him, took Wayne back to his own internship, his own brief but satisfying time helping the photographer in his hometown. John had been an enigma too. A softly spoken artistic guy in a hick southern town. A loner, single, no friends, in his studio at all hours.
And the beauty of his work. Well, Wayne could see it. John Bucklow was no point-and-shoot cameraman. Wayne hoped someone, anyone had appreciated what they had in John, seen the sheer originality and majesty in everything he photographed. Maybe that was why Wayne agreed, as John's 18 year old intern, to pose. For those photos. The one's which led to all the trouble.
He wondered where John was now. His mentor had left town in a hurry. For the best, of course. Before Wayne's parents and the authorities could blow everything out of all proportion. Sure they were immodest. Sure there were other people in some of them. And maybe they were pornographic. Kinky was how John described them. But they were beautiful. They still aroused Wayne, so much so that he rationed his looking at them. John's photographs were so special that Wayne saved them for special occasions.
And maybe that's why Wayne had so few people to show them to. His relationship with John had been special, unique, never to be repeated. Maybe that's why Wayne had never found anyone else to share his desires in all these years.
Somewhere, deep in his subconscious, a voice told him he would share these photographs with Elijah.
The voice in his brain shocked Wayne. He shook his head and looked around, almost expecting someone - John? - to be in the room. But of course he was alone.
Wayne realised he was perspiring. His hands were slippery as he moved the mouse across the screen to reply to Elijah's email. Wayne noticed the link to Elijah's website. He would look at that before replying.
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When opening up Elijah's website, it lead to home movies but also professionally edited by himself videos. He enjoyed recording family and friends. Elijah liked keeping track of memories. Even during holidays, his own mother sometimes got irritated with him. He didn't mind however it made him happy and he wanted to do something with his life.
Sitting there in his bedroom, it was late but still early. Elijah didn't have classes until Monday. He could only guess that Wayne worked during the week like a normal person. Elijah flicked through a few pages on the computer. He grew bored and anxious. Elijah tried to let his mind focus on something else.
Checking the time, he figured his parents were asleep. Elijah slipped out of his desk chair making his way toward his bedroom door. He locked the door not wanting anyone to walk in on him. Elijah took a seat back in his chair. He clicked on a few things to get to his favorite porn site. Elijah searched through a few videos finding something that suited his mood.
He enjoyed videos with older men screwing innocent twinks. Elijah liked to imagine himself as the young twink. He grabbed his headphones pulling them over his head and ears. Elijah eventually picked a video of a sexy looking Master binding the twink on the bed and fucking him from behind.
The video played as he sat there. Elijah listened to sounds of moans and slapping sounds. His cock stirred in his pants. He moved his hands down to unbutton his jeans. Elijah sat up slightly pushing his pants down revealing his perfectly shaped bubble ass and his semi hard cock. He took his seat back on his chair.
Elijah continued to watch the video. He sat there relaxing as he ran his left hand down around his cock. Elijah stroked himself as he watched the Master plow the twink who squirmed and moaned on the bed he was tied to. He couldn't help his own desire to be fucked like that. Elijah had never really been with a lot of men. His first time had been unpleasant, not because it hurt but because the sex was horrible. He hadn't even gotten off while his partner was done and left him to finish himself off.
Sitting there in his bedroom, it was late but still early. Elijah didn't have classes until Monday. He could only guess that Wayne worked during the week like a normal person. Elijah flicked through a few pages on the computer. He grew bored and anxious. Elijah tried to let his mind focus on something else.
Checking the time, he figured his parents were asleep. Elijah slipped out of his desk chair making his way toward his bedroom door. He locked the door not wanting anyone to walk in on him. Elijah took a seat back in his chair. He clicked on a few things to get to his favorite porn site. Elijah searched through a few videos finding something that suited his mood.
He enjoyed videos with older men screwing innocent twinks. Elijah liked to imagine himself as the young twink. He grabbed his headphones pulling them over his head and ears. Elijah eventually picked a video of a sexy looking Master binding the twink on the bed and fucking him from behind.
The video played as he sat there. Elijah listened to sounds of moans and slapping sounds. His cock stirred in his pants. He moved his hands down to unbutton his jeans. Elijah sat up slightly pushing his pants down revealing his perfectly shaped bubble ass and his semi hard cock. He took his seat back on his chair.
Elijah continued to watch the video. He sat there relaxing as he ran his left hand down around his cock. Elijah stroked himself as he watched the Master plow the twink who squirmed and moaned on the bed he was tied to. He couldn't help his own desire to be fucked like that. Elijah had never really been with a lot of men. His first time had been unpleasant, not because it hurt but because the sex was horrible. He hadn't even gotten off while his partner was done and left him to finish himself off.
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Wayne enjoyed watching the videos on Elijah's site. The boy had talent. Crude and naive, but Elijah knew how to frame a shot, how to emphasise the subject over the background, how to construct a visual narrative, and so on.
Wayne felt like a teacher, examining and critiquing each short film. He found himself scrolling forward in his mind until Elijah was interning and the older man could impart his knowledge to his eager student.
But as Wayne watched he realised there was something special to be found in Elijah's work. The young man had an appreciation of beauty. Not just physical human beauty although Wayne saw many times where Elijah located and then lingered on beautiful people.
But he was able somehow to juxtapose these subjects with the beauty around them. So a young woman in a floral dress was posed against a contrasting wall, or a young man with a haughty look would be pictured with a kitten. Wayne struggled to say clearly to himself what he was seeing, but it was there all the same. And in every shot he discovered a consistent motif, a sort of signature which Elijah was leaving. Wayne thought at first that Elijah was positioning the figure in the shot before he took it. Or he decided that Elijah had edited it in later. And after watching all the films, or fast forwarding through them to identify the motif, he just couldn't be sure how it was done. Sometimes it was just sitting in the corner of the shot, or it was on a Tshirt, or being played with by children. In one scene they drive past a billboard while in another the children called to a dog by the figure's name. And in the shot which really threw Wayne, the figure rose out of the sea in a parody of Godzilla. For Wayne it showed some mastery of special effects.
But why Twinkie the Kid, from the Hostess Twinkie packets? He guessed that was a question which would await Elijah's first visit.
And when he'd finished with the wedding films and the family holidays, and the short experimental works, Wayne came to a file marked favourites. It was in a subfile under the title art. Favourites required a password. Without hesitation Wayne typed 'Twinkie'. It linked to an external website which he opened.
It was a porn site. Wayne selected 'I am over 18' and clicked enter.
Wayne felt like a teacher, examining and critiquing each short film. He found himself scrolling forward in his mind until Elijah was interning and the older man could impart his knowledge to his eager student.
But as Wayne watched he realised there was something special to be found in Elijah's work. The young man had an appreciation of beauty. Not just physical human beauty although Wayne saw many times where Elijah located and then lingered on beautiful people.
But he was able somehow to juxtapose these subjects with the beauty around them. So a young woman in a floral dress was posed against a contrasting wall, or a young man with a haughty look would be pictured with a kitten. Wayne struggled to say clearly to himself what he was seeing, but it was there all the same. And in every shot he discovered a consistent motif, a sort of signature which Elijah was leaving. Wayne thought at first that Elijah was positioning the figure in the shot before he took it. Or he decided that Elijah had edited it in later. And after watching all the films, or fast forwarding through them to identify the motif, he just couldn't be sure how it was done. Sometimes it was just sitting in the corner of the shot, or it was on a Tshirt, or being played with by children. In one scene they drive past a billboard while in another the children called to a dog by the figure's name. And in the shot which really threw Wayne, the figure rose out of the sea in a parody of Godzilla. For Wayne it showed some mastery of special effects.
But why Twinkie the Kid, from the Hostess Twinkie packets? He guessed that was a question which would await Elijah's first visit.
And when he'd finished with the wedding films and the family holidays, and the short experimental works, Wayne came to a file marked favourites. It was in a subfile under the title art. Favourites required a password. Without hesitation Wayne typed 'Twinkie'. It linked to an external website which he opened.
It was a porn site. Wayne selected 'I am over 18' and clicked enter.
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Beyond the family and friend videos, lay a hidden secret. Only those who knew what they were looking for were able to find it. Even those close to him, did understand his need. In the title work of his website, was another link to a private website. Elijah had it password protected, after all if any one wanted to look at his website, they wouldn’t be able to get there on their own without truly understanding the meaning behind the title, “Twinkie the Kid.”
The title had nothing to do with the Hostess Twinkie Packet and everything to do with the hidden meaning. Getting beyond the password was simple, after all the password was plain and clear on the first website.
Digging deeper into the private website, it showed Elijah on a more personal level. Clicking past the ‘I am over 18’ check box, each and every video was of Elijah, while the other videos on his main page never showed himself. It wasn’t because Elijah hated to video tape himself with friends or family, it was more because he had a darker and dirtier side.
All the videos had variation, of Elijah trying different things. He had an assortment of toys, in which he enjoyed using on himself. Elijah’s favorite was a large 8 inch suction cupped dildo, he could attach to anything and ride. His second favorite was a set of anal beads in which he would use to tease himself from behind while recording himself.
On the website was also a suggestion box, in which viewers could request certain things of him. Elijah enjoyed seeing what other people wanted to see him do. There was also a messaging area if anyone wanted to speak to him directly.
The title had nothing to do with the Hostess Twinkie Packet and everything to do with the hidden meaning. Getting beyond the password was simple, after all the password was plain and clear on the first website.
Digging deeper into the private website, it showed Elijah on a more personal level. Clicking past the ‘I am over 18’ check box, each and every video was of Elijah, while the other videos on his main page never showed himself. It wasn’t because Elijah hated to video tape himself with friends or family, it was more because he had a darker and dirtier side.
All the videos had variation, of Elijah trying different things. He had an assortment of toys, in which he enjoyed using on himself. Elijah’s favorite was a large 8 inch suction cupped dildo, he could attach to anything and ride. His second favorite was a set of anal beads in which he would use to tease himself from behind while recording himself.
On the website was also a suggestion box, in which viewers could request certain things of him. Elijah enjoyed seeing what other people wanted to see him do. There was also a messaging area if anyone wanted to speak to him directly.
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Elijah's password protected site was just a directory of files named Elijah 1, Elijah 2 and so on. Wayne scrolled to the bottom - Elijah 39 - and back. There was a contact link at the top which he opened too. You could make a suggestion or email Elijah directly. The suggestion box had a dropdown. Wayne clicked.
The suggestions took up more than a page. Wayne might have scrolled to the bottom here too except that the first suggestion was headed dildo, the second anal beads, the third thong, and so on. He clicked on dildo.
"Hey fuckboi, stick that dildo on my bed and fuck yourself while you suck my cock. Big daddy."
And thirty likes.
"Wanna suck that dildo after its been up your tight ass."
More than thirty likes.
All the suggestions were like this. Wayne exited and clicked on the file called Elijah 1.
The suggestions took up more than a page. Wayne might have scrolled to the bottom here too except that the first suggestion was headed dildo, the second anal beads, the third thong, and so on. He clicked on dildo.
"Hey fuckboi, stick that dildo on my bed and fuck yourself while you suck my cock. Big daddy."
And thirty likes.
"Wanna suck that dildo after its been up your tight ass."
More than thirty likes.
All the suggestions were like this. Wayne exited and clicked on the file called Elijah 1.
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From clicking on the first link, of Elijah 1; it zoomed into Elijah leaning against his headboard of his bed. He had his hand wrapped around his cock stroking it. His eyes were hooded lightly as the enjoyed the feeling of his hand stroked his semi-hard cock. Elijah continued through the scene as he made soft moans. He shifted his legs spreading them, as he ran his free hand down farther as he teased his opening with his fingers.
As he finished the scene, Elijah lay there spent cleaning himself off. He had cum on his fingers which he licked off. The rest which was spread over his chest, he cleaned off with a tissue. The scene ended of Elijah turning off the camera.
Many of the videos progressed over time to Elijah trying new things. At first he was probably timid and unsure of his own body. However he eventually became comfortable with the idea of touching himself, using toys to fuck himself and filming it. The only thing he had yet to really do was film himself with another person having sex.
Elijah wasn’t opposed to the idea of filming porn, per say. It was more that he hadn’t found the right person to work with him. After all it wasn’t as if he could try find some random guy, who would let do what he wanted and what he needed to his body.
As he finished the scene, Elijah lay there spent cleaning himself off. He had cum on his fingers which he licked off. The rest which was spread over his chest, he cleaned off with a tissue. The scene ended of Elijah turning off the camera.
Many of the videos progressed over time to Elijah trying new things. At first he was probably timid and unsure of his own body. However he eventually became comfortable with the idea of touching himself, using toys to fuck himself and filming it. The only thing he had yet to really do was film himself with another person having sex.
Elijah wasn’t opposed to the idea of filming porn, per say. It was more that he hadn’t found the right person to work with him. After all it wasn’t as if he could try find some random guy, who would let do what he wanted and what he needed to his body.
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The sun came up and slowly crept across the studio. Wayne leaned back, his pants round his ankles, his thighs and lower legs and the chair a mess of semen, some fresh and slimey, much of it caked. He was tired and his cock sore from the hours of masturbation. He rubbed himself absentmindedly, occasionally scratching his head. His hair was tangled with dried semen. Or he dreamily licked and sucked his cummy fingers, enjoying the taste of his own seed.
"Fuck," Wayne said out loud into the empty room. All 39 of Elijah's personal videos he'd watched, sitting up all night alone in front of his computer. 39 short films of Elijah stroking himself to orgasm, waving his hard cock at the camera, close ups of his uncut cock head and dildos being fed into his ass, spurts of cum into the camera, or into his mouth, onto his chest, licking and sucking and moaning and making love to the camera, sometimes calling out the names, presumably of friends or lovers or subscribers.
Like Elijah1, the subsequent 38 films all had comments from people telling Elijah how fuckable he was, or telling him what they wanted to see him do, or sending their phone numbers and emails, or just saying FUCK, usually in capital letters. They were mostly pseudonyms - Big Daddy many times, Twinkluvver, Destroiboi, Iluvteens, and so on.
And to many of them Elijah had replied, in the most obscene terms, telling the commenters what he would do to them.
Wayne was exhausted. And deeply affected by Elijah's abandon on film. The one thing he hadn't filmed was a second person. All the films were Elijah on his own. Not for want of offers from the commenters.
And Wayne knew one other thing with absolute certainty. Elijah was going to be his new intern. He emailed immediately, a short business-like invitation to visit the studio anytime. And when he'd pressed send, Wayne reopened Elijah 1 and commenced a second viewing of the boy's solo work. His cock was soon hard in his hand.
"Fuck," Wayne said out loud into the empty room. All 39 of Elijah's personal videos he'd watched, sitting up all night alone in front of his computer. 39 short films of Elijah stroking himself to orgasm, waving his hard cock at the camera, close ups of his uncut cock head and dildos being fed into his ass, spurts of cum into the camera, or into his mouth, onto his chest, licking and sucking and moaning and making love to the camera, sometimes calling out the names, presumably of friends or lovers or subscribers.
Like Elijah1, the subsequent 38 films all had comments from people telling Elijah how fuckable he was, or telling him what they wanted to see him do, or sending their phone numbers and emails, or just saying FUCK, usually in capital letters. They were mostly pseudonyms - Big Daddy many times, Twinkluvver, Destroiboi, Iluvteens, and so on.
And to many of them Elijah had replied, in the most obscene terms, telling the commenters what he would do to them.
Wayne was exhausted. And deeply affected by Elijah's abandon on film. The one thing he hadn't filmed was a second person. All the films were Elijah on his own. Not for want of offers from the commenters.
And Wayne knew one other thing with absolute certainty. Elijah was going to be his new intern. He emailed immediately, a short business-like invitation to visit the studio anytime. And when he'd pressed send, Wayne reopened Elijah 1 and commenced a second viewing of the boy's solo work. His cock was soon hard in his hand.
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It was almost four in the morning before Elijah finally went to sleep. He had spent time watching porn and getting new ideas for his solo acts. Elijah had yet to invite a partner into his bedroom. Most men he had been with were his own age. He however was looking for someone mature, to teach him new things about life and his own body.
By the time Elijah woke from his sleep, it was almost past noon. He woke turning over, as the sun blasted in his eyes. Elijah groaned softly to himself, as he tried to pull his blankets over his head. He lay there for ten more minutes, before finally rolling over. Elijah stretched pushing the blankets back off of him, as he lay naked beneath them. He hated the idea of clothes, while he slept. Elijah much preferred to sleep in the nude.
Slipping out of the bed, Elijah stretched. He made his way toward his computer on his desk, to check his messages. Elijah was surprised to see a message from Wayne so fast. He clicked open the email, reading over the words. Elijah smiled to himself, he wondered if Wayne would be welcome to visitors today, after all he said anytime.
After a quick shower, Elijah was dressed wearing a simple t-shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. However the only thing he wasn’t wearing was boxers. He couldn’t help himself. Elijah had thought about wearing them, but found they were uncomfortable.
With a wave to his mother, Elijah was out the door, with phone, keys and wallet in hand. He shut the door heading toward his car. It was a small Ford pick up, he had been handed down from his grandfather. Elijah unlocked the car, slipping inside, and turning the car on. He plugged in the address to Wayne’s studio into his phone. Elijah soon pulled out of the driveway and made his way toward the address.
By the time Elijah woke from his sleep, it was almost past noon. He woke turning over, as the sun blasted in his eyes. Elijah groaned softly to himself, as he tried to pull his blankets over his head. He lay there for ten more minutes, before finally rolling over. Elijah stretched pushing the blankets back off of him, as he lay naked beneath them. He hated the idea of clothes, while he slept. Elijah much preferred to sleep in the nude.
Slipping out of the bed, Elijah stretched. He made his way toward his computer on his desk, to check his messages. Elijah was surprised to see a message from Wayne so fast. He clicked open the email, reading over the words. Elijah smiled to himself, he wondered if Wayne would be welcome to visitors today, after all he said anytime.
After a quick shower, Elijah was dressed wearing a simple t-shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. However the only thing he wasn’t wearing was boxers. He couldn’t help himself. Elijah had thought about wearing them, but found they were uncomfortable.
With a wave to his mother, Elijah was out the door, with phone, keys and wallet in hand. He shut the door heading toward his car. It was a small Ford pick up, he had been handed down from his grandfather. Elijah unlocked the car, slipping inside, and turning the car on. He plugged in the address to Wayne’s studio into his phone. Elijah soon pulled out of the driveway and made his way toward the address.
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Wayne was rewatching Elijah 13. Again. In this film the cute twink was taping closeups of his cock head while he stroked himself to orgasm. Wayne hadn't noticed the sun was fully up now, or heard the traffic in the street. He hadn't slept but rather had jerked himself senseless over and over in front of Elijah's screen antics.
Elijah 13 was about 10 minutes long, but consisted of 7 or 8 separate close-up ejaculations. Wayne hadn't counted them or even worked out if they were all the same orgasm or different ones. He didn't much care. All he wanted was to watch this stunningly beautiful cock, in all its firm red uncut glory, fill the screen and then discharge its milky load straight into the face of the viewer.
And listen to the boy's silky disembodied voice inviting him to jerk off with him. Because by now Wayne was convinced Elijah was speaking directly to him. Not to an anonymous viewer. Not to all the guys who'd posted detailed comments about how they wanted to fuck Elijah. Wayne listened to Elijah vocalising as he stroked, as he came and as he expressed satisfaction with the result, and knew that he was the intended audience.
And after 4 or 5 spurt scenes on this replay, and long after Wayne had drained his own cock so many times that he felt superhorny and empty at the same time, the cock which threatened to burst forth from his PC was joined by a knock on the door.
Startled, Wayne looked round. The studio was dark even though the sun was up as he'd failed to open the curtains. And the clock said 9.30am. Fuck. And now someone was at the door. Wayne struggled to stand, then lift his underwear and jeans off the floor, button his shirt, think about whether the dried cum all over his hands and clothes and who knew where else would give the game away that he'd spend many hours jerking off.
And yet as he stumbled to the door, laid his hand on the knob, and opened it, he only half realised that Elijah 13 with its silky seductive voice was still playing much too loudly.
Elijah 13 was about 10 minutes long, but consisted of 7 or 8 separate close-up ejaculations. Wayne hadn't counted them or even worked out if they were all the same orgasm or different ones. He didn't much care. All he wanted was to watch this stunningly beautiful cock, in all its firm red uncut glory, fill the screen and then discharge its milky load straight into the face of the viewer.
And listen to the boy's silky disembodied voice inviting him to jerk off with him. Because by now Wayne was convinced Elijah was speaking directly to him. Not to an anonymous viewer. Not to all the guys who'd posted detailed comments about how they wanted to fuck Elijah. Wayne listened to Elijah vocalising as he stroked, as he came and as he expressed satisfaction with the result, and knew that he was the intended audience.
And after 4 or 5 spurt scenes on this replay, and long after Wayne had drained his own cock so many times that he felt superhorny and empty at the same time, the cock which threatened to burst forth from his PC was joined by a knock on the door.
Startled, Wayne looked round. The studio was dark even though the sun was up as he'd failed to open the curtains. And the clock said 9.30am. Fuck. And now someone was at the door. Wayne struggled to stand, then lift his underwear and jeans off the floor, button his shirt, think about whether the dried cum all over his hands and clothes and who knew where else would give the game away that he'd spend many hours jerking off.
And yet as he stumbled to the door, laid his hand on the knob, and opened it, he only half realised that Elijah 13 with its silky seductive voice was still playing much too loudly.
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The ride to the studio to meet Wayne wasn't long. He lived about a twenty minute drive from there. Elijah pulled into the parking lot as he parked his truck. He turned off the truck and unbuckled himself. Elijah opened the drivers side door and slipped out. He locked the doors with a key fob as he made his way toward the building of the studio.
Opening up the door, Elijah made his way toward the directory. He found Wayne's name and made his way toward the elevator. Elijah road the elevator to the second floor.
Exiting the elevator, he walked down the hallway in search of the right studio door. Elijah stopped at the right door. He raised his hand to knock. Elijah waited unsure if Wayne would even be home. He hoped he didn't come off as a little to eager by showing up the next day.
As the door opened, he was welcomed by the sight of a disheveled man, with his pants hanging around his hips and shirt wrinkled. However what surprised him more and also excited him, was the sound of his own lusty moans pouring from the background of the studio.
”Enjoying yourself are we? Did you watch them all?” Elijah teased as he took in the sight of Wayne. He could see dried semen here and there as he looked the man over. Elijah couldn't help but be curious to what the man thought of his solo acts. It seemed that Wayne was enjoying himself from the sounds of the audio in the room.
Opening up the door, Elijah made his way toward the directory. He found Wayne's name and made his way toward the elevator. Elijah road the elevator to the second floor.
Exiting the elevator, he walked down the hallway in search of the right studio door. Elijah stopped at the right door. He raised his hand to knock. Elijah waited unsure if Wayne would even be home. He hoped he didn't come off as a little to eager by showing up the next day.
As the door opened, he was welcomed by the sight of a disheveled man, with his pants hanging around his hips and shirt wrinkled. However what surprised him more and also excited him, was the sound of his own lusty moans pouring from the background of the studio.
”Enjoying yourself are we? Did you watch them all?” Elijah teased as he took in the sight of Wayne. He could see dried semen here and there as he looked the man over. Elijah couldn't help but be curious to what the man thought of his solo acts. It seemed that Wayne was enjoying himself from the sounds of the audio in the room.
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Opening the door to Elijah was a shock. Wayne had spent the whole night jerking off to videos of Elijah, staying hard, stroking himself red raw, spraying cum all over himself, his clothes and the room with no regard to decorum. He was tired, sore and hadn't slept. And now the object of his manual affections was standing before him.
Elijah was a good looking boy on film, but standing at the door in a simple t-shirt and jeans, Wayne was overcome with his youthful beauty. Elijah was pale skinned with dark eyes and hair, rose red lips against the gently-stubbled white of his face, his ears prominently pierced and a tattoo on his lower right arm, slim waisted and long legged. He looked like an innocent waif who'd washed up at Wayne's door looking for help.
And yet felt he knew everything about Elijah. The shape of his body, his cock, his ass, the form his lips made when he sucked a dildo or grimaced as he removed beads from his anus. The sound of his voice describing quietly and clinically what he wanted to do to his viewers, or inviting them to comment and make requests.
And deeper, Wayne felt he understood how Elijah thought. As a photographer, Wayne had recognised the art in Elijah's work, his still photography as much as his pornography. His sensitivity and his vulnerability, his verve and daring, the sheer wanton sexuality in this boy.
But the not-so-innocent youth was standing here at Wayne's invitation, an invitation sent in the heat of unbridled lust. Images of what he'd done so many years ago with his mentor John flashed through Wayne's head and no matter how he tried to rationalise or think straight, he knew one thing with absolute certainty and clarity. He had to fuck Elijah, no matter what.
Elijah was a good looking boy on film, but standing at the door in a simple t-shirt and jeans, Wayne was overcome with his youthful beauty. Elijah was pale skinned with dark eyes and hair, rose red lips against the gently-stubbled white of his face, his ears prominently pierced and a tattoo on his lower right arm, slim waisted and long legged. He looked like an innocent waif who'd washed up at Wayne's door looking for help.
And yet felt he knew everything about Elijah. The shape of his body, his cock, his ass, the form his lips made when he sucked a dildo or grimaced as he removed beads from his anus. The sound of his voice describing quietly and clinically what he wanted to do to his viewers, or inviting them to comment and make requests.
And deeper, Wayne felt he understood how Elijah thought. As a photographer, Wayne had recognised the art in Elijah's work, his still photography as much as his pornography. His sensitivity and his vulnerability, his verve and daring, the sheer wanton sexuality in this boy.
But the not-so-innocent youth was standing here at Wayne's invitation, an invitation sent in the heat of unbridled lust. Images of what he'd done so many years ago with his mentor John flashed through Wayne's head and no matter how he tried to rationalise or think straight, he knew one thing with absolute certainty and clarity. He had to fuck Elijah, no matter what.
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Standing before Wayne, Elijah looked him over. He could only imagine what he was thinking. The sound of his own moans of pleasure continued to erupt from behind Wayne in the distance. He didn’t know how much longer he would be standing in the doorway. Elijah watched as Wayne seemed to look him over envisioning all the possible ways he was going to fuck him. He didn’t have to guess or assume, he knew. Elijah had seen the look before on other men.
He wasn’t bothered, after all he enjoyed it. Elijah liked the mental eye fuck he was given. However he wished it wasn’t in the middle of a hallway, as he stood there. He smiled at Wayne, as he stepped closer toward him. ”Are you going to invite me in?” Elijah asked teasing Wayne slightly. He had come looking for an internship, however it seemed he had found more.
He wasn’t bothered, after all he enjoyed it. Elijah liked the mental eye fuck he was given. However he wished it wasn’t in the middle of a hallway, as he stood there. He smiled at Wayne, as he stepped closer toward him. ”Are you going to invite me in?” Elijah asked teasing Wayne slightly. He had come looking for an internship, however it seemed he had found more.
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"Of course," Wayne said. "Come on in."
He stepped aside. Elijah walked confidently into the studio and looked about.
Wayne was smitten. Elijah was a beautiful young man, late teens just as Wayne was when he was John's mentor. No matter how hard he tried to be objective, all he could think of was John and the things they did together. And here was Elijah alone with him, his new intern, the object of his desires, looking as hot and sexually alluring in the flesh as he did in the films Wayne had been watching all night.
"Hmmm, this is where it all happens," Wayne said, his voice squeaking nervously. "Where I do the business."
Fuck, that made him sound weird. And his cock was rock hard inside his pants. He could see Elijah staring at him, at his crotch. There was no way to hide his arousal. Besides, Elijah's loud, animalistic moans and soft sexy commentary kept playing on the computer as Elijah 13 kept playing on repeat.
The boy walked over to the computer where Wayne could see the over-sized cock once again spraying its milky load at the camera. Wayne savoured Elijah from behind, his upright shoulders, slim waist, and round ass neatly outlined in his tight jeans.
So you want to fuck? The words formed in Wayne's head, his insane craving for Elijah pushing them down to his mouth. Don't say it. Don't.
"So you want to intern?"
He stepped aside. Elijah walked confidently into the studio and looked about.
Wayne was smitten. Elijah was a beautiful young man, late teens just as Wayne was when he was John's mentor. No matter how hard he tried to be objective, all he could think of was John and the things they did together. And here was Elijah alone with him, his new intern, the object of his desires, looking as hot and sexually alluring in the flesh as he did in the films Wayne had been watching all night.
"Hmmm, this is where it all happens," Wayne said, his voice squeaking nervously. "Where I do the business."
Fuck, that made him sound weird. And his cock was rock hard inside his pants. He could see Elijah staring at him, at his crotch. There was no way to hide his arousal. Besides, Elijah's loud, animalistic moans and soft sexy commentary kept playing on the computer as Elijah 13 kept playing on repeat.
The boy walked over to the computer where Wayne could see the over-sized cock once again spraying its milky load at the camera. Wayne savoured Elijah from behind, his upright shoulders, slim waist, and round ass neatly outlined in his tight jeans.
So you want to fuck? The words formed in Wayne's head, his insane craving for Elijah pushing them down to his mouth. Don't say it. Don't.
"So you want to intern?"
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Once invited in, Elijah stepped inside. He let his eyes wander around the studio, as his ears still listened to the sound of his own lusty moans. Elijah wondered if Wayne had watched all his videos, or did he just like this one in particular, since it was on repeat. He took in the sight of different cameras, photos on the walls, and other things. Elijah didn’t want to go snooping as he stood there, turning his attention back toward Wayne.
He took in the sight, observing him a little more. Elijah listened as Wayne spoke, almost nervously. He had to wonder what he had to be nervous about. ”I can see that.” Elijah spoke letting his eyes wander down toward Wayne’s crotch. He saw his cock tenting beneath his pants.
Turning away from Wayne, Elijah walked over toward the desk, where his video played. He turned away from Wayne, bending slightly with his hands on the desk and his ass out. Elijah shifted his hips as his pants skimmed down a little revealing he had nothing on beneath them.
He watched the sight of his cock spraying over the camera as he came. Elijah glanced toward his shoulder as Wayne questioned him. He smiled lightly, turning to face him. ”Yes, among other things.” Elijah teased as he watched Wayne with a tilt to his head as he turned around to face Wayne.
He took in the sight, observing him a little more. Elijah listened as Wayne spoke, almost nervously. He had to wonder what he had to be nervous about. ”I can see that.” Elijah spoke letting his eyes wander down toward Wayne’s crotch. He saw his cock tenting beneath his pants.
Turning away from Wayne, Elijah walked over toward the desk, where his video played. He turned away from Wayne, bending slightly with his hands on the desk and his ass out. Elijah shifted his hips as his pants skimmed down a little revealing he had nothing on beneath them.
He watched the sight of his cock spraying over the camera as he came. Elijah glanced toward his shoulder as Wayne questioned him. He smiled lightly, turning to face him. ”Yes, among other things.” Elijah teased as he watched Wayne with a tilt to his head as he turned around to face Wayne.
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Wayne stepped over to the desk and stood behind Elijah. From here he could see down the teen's butt crack, where his jeans had ridden down as the boy wiggled his ass.
Wayne had a thing about butt crack. It had started with John who'd insisted Wayne always wear speedos when he came by the house to swim. Wayne loved wearing speedos still. Loved the tightness and the restriction and the feel of the lycra rubbing on his cock. But best of all he loved seeing a hot guy in a tight speedo and how if he was wearing it a particular way, nice and low, it worked its way down his ass until the top of his butt crack showed.
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Women who came to the studio for photographs often wore tight low slung jeans which showed butt crack. But it was guys, especially fit young guys, who got Wayne off. And here, alone in his studio, was a beautiful young man whose sex tapes Wayne had spent all night jacking off to, and was now standing here showing Wayne butt crack. It was all Wayne could do not to pick up a pencil and drop it down the crack.
On the desk were a series of photographs Wayne was working on. He stepped round in front of the desk and switched his computer off. After hours of Elijah's grunting and moaning, and seductive commentary, the studio was suddenly quiet.
"I know you like photography," Wayne said, "especially film."
Elijah nodded, a flirty smile on his face.
Wayne looked through the shots he'd laid out. They were all pornographic glamour shots, a young couple who'd wanted to take some sexy pics to celebrate their six months anniversary. Wayne found a particularly sizzling shot of the the couple naked and fucking, no faces visible, but the guy's cock deep in the girl's pussy.
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"Well take a look at this pic and tell me what you know."
Wayne had a thing about butt crack. It had started with John who'd insisted Wayne always wear speedos when he came by the house to swim. Wayne loved wearing speedos still. Loved the tightness and the restriction and the feel of the lycra rubbing on his cock. But best of all he loved seeing a hot guy in a tight speedo and how if he was wearing it a particular way, nice and low, it worked its way down his ass until the top of his butt crack showed.
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Women who came to the studio for photographs often wore tight low slung jeans which showed butt crack. But it was guys, especially fit young guys, who got Wayne off. And here, alone in his studio, was a beautiful young man whose sex tapes Wayne had spent all night jacking off to, and was now standing here showing Wayne butt crack. It was all Wayne could do not to pick up a pencil and drop it down the crack.
On the desk were a series of photographs Wayne was working on. He stepped round in front of the desk and switched his computer off. After hours of Elijah's grunting and moaning, and seductive commentary, the studio was suddenly quiet.
"I know you like photography," Wayne said, "especially film."
Elijah nodded, a flirty smile on his face.
Wayne looked through the shots he'd laid out. They were all pornographic glamour shots, a young couple who'd wanted to take some sexy pics to celebrate their six months anniversary. Wayne found a particularly sizzling shot of the the couple naked and fucking, no faces visible, but the guy's cock deep in the girl's pussy.
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"Well take a look at this pic and tell me what you know."
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Wiggling his ass, Elijah couldn't help but tease Wayne. He knew Wayne was watching him as he stood in front of his computer monitor at his desk. Elijah's pants barely clung to his hips riding down. He hadn't put much thought into his attire. Elijah hated the idea of underwear or boxers. He found them constricting and uncomfortable.
As Wayne came toward him, Elijah stepped out of his way. He watched as Wayne turned off the computer. Elijah found it amusing after all there was nothing to hide now that he had seen it. He figured Wayne merely wanted to get down to business which he could understand and appreciate.
Elijah nodded as Wayne spoke smiling as he watched him. He took note of Wayne moving pictures around on his desk looking for something specific. Elijah glanced over them seeing they were nude glamour shots. He waited as Wayne seemed to pick one out. Elijah took the photo as Wayne asked him to look it over.
” Well first off, I can say the lighting is perfect, however the picture needs to be sharpened more. It's slightly blurry, although the view of his cock buried in her pussy is enough to make me jealous.” He spoke with honesty and teasing. Elijah found the picture stirred something inside him, wishing he was the one with the cock buried deep inside him and fucking him hard.
As Wayne came toward him, Elijah stepped out of his way. He watched as Wayne turned off the computer. Elijah found it amusing after all there was nothing to hide now that he had seen it. He figured Wayne merely wanted to get down to business which he could understand and appreciate.
Elijah nodded as Wayne spoke smiling as he watched him. He took note of Wayne moving pictures around on his desk looking for something specific. Elijah glanced over them seeing they were nude glamour shots. He waited as Wayne seemed to pick one out. Elijah took the photo as Wayne asked him to look it over.
” Well first off, I can say the lighting is perfect, however the picture needs to be sharpened more. It's slightly blurry, although the view of his cock buried in her pussy is enough to make me jealous.” He spoke with honesty and teasing. Elijah found the picture stirred something inside him, wishing he was the one with the cock buried deep inside him and fucking him hard.
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Wayne listened to Elijah speak as he sorted through the photographs. The thought of Elijah examining the pornographic shots right here in the room with him made Wayne hard. And the boy was wiggling his ass, and bending so that his T-shirt was riding up and showing Wayne the bare skin above his jeans which were riding low. Wayne wondered if the teen was wearing underwear. He stepped up close, so close that Elijah must feel Wayne's breath on the back of his neck, to peer down his butt crack. No underwear was visible.
Wayne stopped. If he stood any closer, he'd graze Elijah's ass with his cock. Fuck, he wanted this young man so bad. And all the signs were that Elijah was a willing slut. If only he could be sure it wouldn't all go wrong, like what happened between he and John when Wayne was the intern. Jesus, that was a mess.
Maybe hold off, just a bit longer. Just to be sure. Just in case someone or something intervened to stop him before he was in too deep.
In too deep....not the right words to pop into his head just at this moment.
Wayne leaned across the boy's shoulder, smelling his teenage scent, all musky and fresh.
"How about these pics," Wayne said, reaching for a second large white envelope, letting his body brush against Elijah, feeling the heat and the electrical excitement race though him at the touch.
Wayne pulled a new set of photographs from the envelope and spread them across the table. Pornographic glamour shots again, but gay this time.
"Elijah, what do you see in these?"
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Wayne stopped. If he stood any closer, he'd graze Elijah's ass with his cock. Fuck, he wanted this young man so bad. And all the signs were that Elijah was a willing slut. If only he could be sure it wouldn't all go wrong, like what happened between he and John when Wayne was the intern. Jesus, that was a mess.
Maybe hold off, just a bit longer. Just to be sure. Just in case someone or something intervened to stop him before he was in too deep.
In too deep....not the right words to pop into his head just at this moment.
Wayne leaned across the boy's shoulder, smelling his teenage scent, all musky and fresh.
"How about these pics," Wayne said, reaching for a second large white envelope, letting his body brush against Elijah, feeling the heat and the electrical excitement race though him at the touch.
Wayne pulled a new set of photographs from the envelope and spread them across the table. Pornographic glamour shots again, but gay this time.
"Elijah, what do you see in these?"
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Sorting through the pictures Wayne gave him, he found that they all had real potential. Elijah wondered what else Wayne enjoyed in the ways of photography and video. He didn’t want to pry too much, but he was interested. Elijah couldn’t help but tease Wayne with the wiggling of his ass and trying to show off. The moment he had heard his moaning across the room, he wondered what Wayne must be thinking. He couldn’t help but tempt him, just to see what he would do.
Standing there looking over the photos spread across the desk, Elijah bent over it slightly, feeling Wayne move closer. He could practically feel his breath running down the back of his neck. Elijah knew what Wayne was looking for by standing so closer. After all it had been fairly obvious he was not wearing anything underneath his pants.
Elijah didn’t blame Wayne for standing so close. He had wanted Wayne, just as the man wanted him as soon as the door had happened. To him, Wayne had an amazing physique and a man who had stamina. Elijah knew that Wayne had to still be hard beside him. He had seen it, by merely glancing down casually a few times.
As they continued to stand there, Elijah watched as Wayne leaned over him to grab another picture, brushing against him. He waited as Wayne pulled out the new photos to show him and ask what he thought. Elijah took sight of the two men joined together.
He reached out tracing an outline of the two lightly. Elijah bit his lip lightly thinking. He found that the photo was excellently done though he wished he could see more. Elijah turned slightly, bumping his hand against Wayne’s crotch on purpose but he acted as if it was an accidently, playing innocent. He looked up at Wayne, ”The lighting on this one is stunning, the two of these men just flow together, and bring out something thrilling.” Elijah spoke smiling up at Wayne, as he stood close by to him.
Standing there looking over the photos spread across the desk, Elijah bent over it slightly, feeling Wayne move closer. He could practically feel his breath running down the back of his neck. Elijah knew what Wayne was looking for by standing so closer. After all it had been fairly obvious he was not wearing anything underneath his pants.
Elijah didn’t blame Wayne for standing so close. He had wanted Wayne, just as the man wanted him as soon as the door had happened. To him, Wayne had an amazing physique and a man who had stamina. Elijah knew that Wayne had to still be hard beside him. He had seen it, by merely glancing down casually a few times.
As they continued to stand there, Elijah watched as Wayne leaned over him to grab another picture, brushing against him. He waited as Wayne pulled out the new photos to show him and ask what he thought. Elijah took sight of the two men joined together.
He reached out tracing an outline of the two lightly. Elijah bit his lip lightly thinking. He found that the photo was excellently done though he wished he could see more. Elijah turned slightly, bumping his hand against Wayne’s crotch on purpose but he acted as if it was an accidently, playing innocent. He looked up at Wayne, ”The lighting on this one is stunning, the two of these men just flow together, and bring out something thrilling.” Elijah spoke smiling up at Wayne, as he stood close by to him.
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Wayne stood still and close, watching Elijah sort through the pornographic photos on the desk. He loved how the teen placed his hands on the prints, traced the outline of the bodies with his fingers, handled the paper like he was a professional, an afficionado, a lover even.
A lover. Wayne couldn't help but remember those early days in the studio with John when the older man taught him the principles of photography and the pleasures of man-on-man fucking. His cock drummed in his pants. He could smell Elijah, see the pores on his skin, the hairs on the back of his neck. He wanted to stroke him, plant his mouth on the boy's skin, lick and suck and take the 18 year old inside him. But of course, it would the other way round. He was the one who would soon be inside the boy.
He wondered how it would feel. Seducing Elijah. Kissing him deeply. Sucking his lips, then pushing his tongue inside the boy's mouth. Holding his breath. Feeling Elijah bend and swoon in his embrace. Undressing him, caressing the young body with his hands and his mouth, relaxing him and then opening him up.
But of course he knew what it would be like. His lovemaking with John had been sustained and complete. There was nothing they hadn't done, privately in the studio and at John's house, in his car, at the beach, hotel rooms, secretly fucking in stair wells and dark places. And then, publicly. Filming themselves. Publishing the photos. The videos. Fucking in saunas and bars. Performing on stage in clubs. For a time there, John and Wayne had been minor celebs in the gay world, the drawcards at men's clubs where they'd fuck for money in front of rooms full of guys, sometimes quiet and intent as they watched John and Wayne fuck, sometimes hollering for more, and leaping on stage to join in.
And there had been the group sessions, the other twinks like Wayne, the older guys, the gangbangs, the kink work, the torture rooms. What hadn't they done? John had never hurt him, well not too badly. Nothing he hadn't wanted or consented to or realised in hindsight it had made them both happy.
Was that what Elijah wanted, what the young man offered him, what he was here for?
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Wayne leaned across Elijah, enjoying the closeness, the touch of their bodies, the way the younger man didn't pull back or give him room, but if anything pushed into him. He shuffled the photos and found a Bel Ami shot, four beautiful young men with smooth, chiselled bodies fucking each other, and put it on top of the pile. He felt Elijah tense and draw breath beside him. It was a magnificent image, not one Wayne had taken, but a quality and situation he aspired to.
"This is Bel Ami," Wayne said. "The premier gay porn producer. But I'm sure you know that."
Elijah nodded.
"This is what I could do for you. What we could do."
Wayne paused, and said "Is this what you want?"
A lover. Wayne couldn't help but remember those early days in the studio with John when the older man taught him the principles of photography and the pleasures of man-on-man fucking. His cock drummed in his pants. He could smell Elijah, see the pores on his skin, the hairs on the back of his neck. He wanted to stroke him, plant his mouth on the boy's skin, lick and suck and take the 18 year old inside him. But of course, it would the other way round. He was the one who would soon be inside the boy.
He wondered how it would feel. Seducing Elijah. Kissing him deeply. Sucking his lips, then pushing his tongue inside the boy's mouth. Holding his breath. Feeling Elijah bend and swoon in his embrace. Undressing him, caressing the young body with his hands and his mouth, relaxing him and then opening him up.
But of course he knew what it would be like. His lovemaking with John had been sustained and complete. There was nothing they hadn't done, privately in the studio and at John's house, in his car, at the beach, hotel rooms, secretly fucking in stair wells and dark places. And then, publicly. Filming themselves. Publishing the photos. The videos. Fucking in saunas and bars. Performing on stage in clubs. For a time there, John and Wayne had been minor celebs in the gay world, the drawcards at men's clubs where they'd fuck for money in front of rooms full of guys, sometimes quiet and intent as they watched John and Wayne fuck, sometimes hollering for more, and leaping on stage to join in.
And there had been the group sessions, the other twinks like Wayne, the older guys, the gangbangs, the kink work, the torture rooms. What hadn't they done? John had never hurt him, well not too badly. Nothing he hadn't wanted or consented to or realised in hindsight it had made them both happy.
Was that what Elijah wanted, what the young man offered him, what he was here for?
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Wayne leaned across Elijah, enjoying the closeness, the touch of their bodies, the way the younger man didn't pull back or give him room, but if anything pushed into him. He shuffled the photos and found a Bel Ami shot, four beautiful young men with smooth, chiselled bodies fucking each other, and put it on top of the pile. He felt Elijah tense and draw breath beside him. It was a magnificent image, not one Wayne had taken, but a quality and situation he aspired to.
"This is Bel Ami," Wayne said. "The premier gay porn producer. But I'm sure you know that."
Elijah nodded.
"This is what I could do for you. What we could do."
Wayne paused, and said "Is this what you want?"
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Elijah had not come to Wayne, looking for intimacy, let alone sex. His intent was to learn from him, as photographer and videographer. Elijah though had been excited as soon as the door opened to reveal Wayne, standing there with his cock hard between his legs, covered in his own cum. He hadn’t expected either to hear his own moans of pleasure broadcasted within the room.
It had been new for him, after all he was not entirely versed in the world of sex. Elijah was used to the nameless fans across his screen, requesting things of him. He had never really though had sex with a man, let alone an older man. The idea thrilled him. Elijah had been observing Wayne, from the first time he opened the door.
There was no need to guess what was going on in Wayne’s mind. Elijah had felt Wanye’s still hard cock brush up against him a few times, he had also felt he unmistakable feeling of Wayne smelling him. He was tempted to just blatantly grab Wayne’s cock and tease him.
Feeling Wayne get close to him, it didn’t bother him, if anything it only encouraged him. Elijah watched as Wayne leaned over to find another photo on the desk before them. He waited patiently before Wayne produced a more provocative photo. Taking in a breath his eyes widened slightly. Elijah took in the sight for the four men, all enjoying themselves two of them double fucking another male, while he appeared to be getting ready to suck another male off.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the picture, as he listened to Wayne talk. Elijah nodded at his words, of course he knew who Bel Ami is. He listened as Wayne continued to talk to him, though it seemed Wayne was almost reading his mind and thoughts. Elijah bit his lip lightly, pulling his thoughts away from the photo before him.
Turning his attention toward Wayne, he glanced up at him. Elijah leaned against the desk, with his hip. He nodded at Wayne, ”Yes, this is what I want and from the looks of your still hard cock, I say you’d be willing to give it to me.” Elijah spoke reaching out toward Wayne to cop a feel of his cock, as he smirked up at him.
It had been new for him, after all he was not entirely versed in the world of sex. Elijah was used to the nameless fans across his screen, requesting things of him. He had never really though had sex with a man, let alone an older man. The idea thrilled him. Elijah had been observing Wayne, from the first time he opened the door.
There was no need to guess what was going on in Wayne’s mind. Elijah had felt Wanye’s still hard cock brush up against him a few times, he had also felt he unmistakable feeling of Wayne smelling him. He was tempted to just blatantly grab Wayne’s cock and tease him.
Feeling Wayne get close to him, it didn’t bother him, if anything it only encouraged him. Elijah watched as Wayne leaned over to find another photo on the desk before them. He waited patiently before Wayne produced a more provocative photo. Taking in a breath his eyes widened slightly. Elijah took in the sight for the four men, all enjoying themselves two of them double fucking another male, while he appeared to be getting ready to suck another male off.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the picture, as he listened to Wayne talk. Elijah nodded at his words, of course he knew who Bel Ami is. He listened as Wayne continued to talk to him, though it seemed Wayne was almost reading his mind and thoughts. Elijah bit his lip lightly, pulling his thoughts away from the photo before him.
Turning his attention toward Wayne, he glanced up at him. Elijah leaned against the desk, with his hip. He nodded at Wayne, ”Yes, this is what I want and from the looks of your still hard cock, I say you’d be willing to give it to me.” Elijah spoke reaching out toward Wayne to cop a feel of his cock, as he smirked up at him.
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Wayne stood still and let Elijah place a hand on his cock. Like the boy said, it was still hard from a night of jerking off to Elijah's online posts. And it was hardening again with the boy close and the talking over the explicit photographs.
But where Wayne had been tentative at Elijah's age when John had come onto him, Elijah was a surprise packet. Wayne wondered how experienced the teen was. He was an uninhibited exhibitionist for sure. That was proven by his website.
But was he active? Was he a virgin even? Or was Elijah out there at 18 and fucking and being fucked. A player. A teenage stud. A daddy's dream.
Wayne locked eyes with Elijah. The younger man's gaze was strong but enigmatic. Wayne felt an involuntary smile play around his mouth. It didn't really matter if Elijah was a virgin or a boyslut. Wayne was going to make the boy his, enjoy himself, come inside someone and not just in his hand. Elijah was going to get his ass fucked today.
But where Wayne had been tentative at Elijah's age when John had come onto him, Elijah was a surprise packet. Wayne wondered how experienced the teen was. He was an uninhibited exhibitionist for sure. That was proven by his website.
But was he active? Was he a virgin even? Or was Elijah out there at 18 and fucking and being fucked. A player. A teenage stud. A daddy's dream.
Wayne locked eyes with Elijah. The younger man's gaze was strong but enigmatic. Wayne felt an involuntary smile play around his mouth. It didn't really matter if Elijah was a virgin or a boyslut. Wayne was going to make the boy his, enjoy himself, come inside someone and not just in his hand. Elijah was going to get his ass fucked today.
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Elijah was in no way a slut, in the sense that he had been basically fucked every which way. No, that was not the case with him. Sure he enjoyed a good dildo shoved up his ass, but he never had the real thing, as much as he wanted it. Elijah had plenty of other men his age, who would be willing to give it to him, however he preferred a man older than him.
True he was an exhibitionist, Elijah liked being watched. He found it a turn on, to be watched while he pleasured himself. Elijah had started out making the videos for himself, then he posted them online. He’d gotten positive results which only excited him more.
Elijah watched Wayne before him, as he reached out to touch him. He took note of the smile playing on his lips, as Wayne seemed to let him do as he pleased. Elijah had done merely touching with other men. He moved closer toward Wayne, his hand slipped up to tease his waistband. ”So tell me, are you going to give me what I want?” Elijah teased, as he fingered Wayne’s waistband waiting for an answer.
True he was an exhibitionist, Elijah liked being watched. He found it a turn on, to be watched while he pleasured himself. Elijah had started out making the videos for himself, then he posted them online. He’d gotten positive results which only excited him more.
Elijah watched Wayne before him, as he reached out to touch him. He took note of the smile playing on his lips, as Wayne seemed to let him do as he pleased. Elijah had done merely touching with other men. He moved closer toward Wayne, his hand slipped up to tease his waistband. ”So tell me, are you going to give me what I want?” Elijah teased, as he fingered Wayne’s waistband waiting for an answer.
