Andy started his modeling career when he was 11 years old. A delightful preteen boy with a gorgeous hairstyle. Enjoy this photoset of 150 photos.
Model Info: Age: 11 Height: 1.43 meter Weight: 40 kg Home: UK Hobby: Computer Games Model Status: Professional
Please ignore the rest of this post. It’s just a fictional story.
I had always been interested in art. Drawing and painting in particular. My grandmother was very supportive of my budding talent. She even took me to Europe a few times so we could see all the great museums in Paris, Rome, Venice, London. We would spend the day at the Louvre, for example, and I would sketch some of the great works.
Back home I spent my free time doing sketches of family and friends. Two summers I even became a street artist, doing portraits and caricatures for cash.
But as my grandmother warned me, many artists die broke and hungry. She encouraged me to get my degree in almost anything except art, and keep art as a hobby.
This is how I came to be at Mrs. Kerr’s house. I needed a place to stay that wasn’t too expensive, and near the University. Mrs. Kerr had a room for rent, and it included one home cooked meal a day.
Fortunately, I went looking during the end of my senior year in high school, so I got a jump on it before the rest of the student body was even looking.
It was a large old two story house, and a finished attic that would be my room. Apparently it had belonged to Mrs. Kerr’s grandfather.
During our first meeting she explained that the rent was two hundred a week, that it included some meals, and that being a man (previously she’d only had females), I could probably take care of small things around the house and reduce my rent.
She also mentioned she didn’t mind if I had friends over, as long as it didn’t get noisy, and that they be gone by nine o’clock.
She asked if I had a girlfriend. I explained that we decided to break it off because she was going to a different school, and long distance relationships don’t work out well.
“Well, I’m sure a nice looking young man such as yourself will have no problem finding a new girl. I would appreciate your discretion, and not have her here overnight. I have a young son who is at an impressionable age.”
“I’m sure I’m a long way from that point in a relationship, Mrs. Kerr.”
“Beth. If we’re to be living together, we should be on a first name basis.”
“Okay. Beth it is then. And ‘Madam I’m Adam’.”
She laughed at my use of the old palindrome.
Three weeks later, her previous boarder moved out, and two days after, I moved in.
It was a large room, probably thirty feet long, and twenty feet wide [9 x 6 m]. It had a circular window at either end as did a lot of older houses. Beth did use part of it for storage, but there was plenty of room leftover.
There was a full size bed, two chests, a dresser with mirror, a desk, and even a mini fridge. The only thing missing was a private bath. That, I had to go to the second story for.
As I was bringing in another box of my things, a kid rolled up on a bike.
“You must be Adam. I’m Curtis,” he said extending his hand.
“Pleased to meet you.” I sat the box down and shook his hand.
He was a cute boy, about ten or eleven I would guess. Dark hair, pale complexion, with a smattering of freckles over his nose and cheeks.
“Let me help ya.” He grabbed the box and headed in. I took the last of my clothes from the car, and followed.
As I hung my clothes up he asked, “Are you taking summer classes?”
“No, I just wanted to get a head start on things. I thought I could earn some money to help with my expenses before school starts.”
“We’ve never had a boarder during summer before. And you’re the first guy. It’ll be fun having a guy around. It’s been like estrogen overload around here for years,” Curtis said as he flopped down on the bed.
I was surprised that a kid his age would even know what estrogen was, much less use it in a slang term.
“Well, we guys have to stick together, now don’t we,” I said giving him a conspiratorial wink.
We continued to chat while I unpacked, but suddenly became best friends when I pulled out my Xbox.
“Mom won’t let me have one. She says it’ll rot my brain. Let me play, and I promise to never rat you out to my mom about anything.”
“Like I said, we guys have to stick together. But we’ll have to keep the volume down so she won’t hear it.”
“She stays on the first floor unless I’m late getting up. And she never comes up here.”
We sat it up on the antique dresser, and in minutes, he was playing. I really didn’t play it much at home unless friends came over, so it was no inconvenience, and he was fun to have around.
Plus, I loved the expression on his face. I grabbed my sketchpad and did a quick sketch of him.
“What’re you doing?”
“Are you drawing a picture of me? Can I see?”
Curtis stopped in the middle of his game to look at the sketch.
“Wow! That looks just like me.”
Later we went down to dinner. Curtis was telling his mom what a great artist I was.
“I would love to see some of your work.”
So after dinner I took a couple of sketchbooks down to show her. It was mostly sketches of sculptures I’d seen on one of the trips with my grandmother.
“These are beautiful. Do you do portraits?”
I flipped to the back of one book where I had a few of my girlfriend. The first was only her face, the second was done during a football game. She was a cheerleader.
“She’s a lovely girl,” Beth said, as she flipped the page over to the next drawing. This one though, was the first nude I’d done of her.
“Oh my. Yes, a lovely girl indeed.”
It wasn’t all that revealing, Her hands were draped in a way to cover all the intimate areas. The more revealing ones I had in a special book.
“This seems even better somehow. You’ve captured a more honest, open, expression. Like really touched her inner self.”
We both instantly realised her unintended double entendre.
“Uh..yeah. Well, sometimes people relax more, others feel vulnerable, and therefore more open, I guess.”
“Do you do paintings as well as sketches?”
“Yes, but it takes a lot longer. I earn extra money doing street art. That’s usually just sketches because of the time restraints.”
“What do you charge for your sketches?”
“Twenty five for a caricature, fifty for a portrait.”
“Will you do one of Curtis for me? I will deduct it from your rent.”
“I’d be happy to.”
So the next day Curtis was playing basketball in the driveway, as I sat on the porch sketching. He had started off in shorts and a tee shirt, but soon became sweaty, so he removed the shirt. By the time I finished the sketch he saw me sitting there and came over.
“Cool. You made me look taller somehow.”
It was true. He was standing shirtless, bouncing the ball at his side. I had downsized the ball some, so he appeared taller.
“Oh, it’s lovely,” Beth proclaimed when I presented it to her. “How did you manage to get him to take off his shirt?”
“He just got sweaty so he took it off.”
“He’s a beautiful boy. Don’t you think?”
“Yes. Excellent model material.”
She turned the sketch this way and that, studying it. “He still seems a bit posed, though. You haven’t quite captured his inner self as you did your girlfriend.”
“If you’re not happy with it, I’ll be glad to do another.”
“Yes. I think I would like something less posed.”
I didn’t think it looked posed, but the customer is always right. This was on my mind later when I went down to take a shower. Curtis was just leaving the bathroom wearing a short lightweight robe.
“It’s great to go into a bathroom where there isn’t a bunch of girls things hanging on the shower rod or makeup all over the counter,” Curtis laughed.
“Just us guys,” I remarked.
I started to enter the bathroom and then said, “Uh… want to play on the Xbox before bed?”
“Sure! Let’s go.” He had the attic door open and was up the stairs before I had a chance to suggest after my shower.
I followed him upstairs. He quickly had the game on, and plopped down on the floor in front of it.
I took out my sketchbook and watched him for a few minutes. After some playing and moving about, his robe had dropped from his shoulder on one side. I had to admit, it looked pretty sexy. His chest and shoulder was exposed, and since his was sitting cross legged, his legs and thighs were too. The belt was tied in front, but part of his underwear was showing.
As I sketched the soft slope of his shoulder, where it join the cleft created by his collar bone, then gracefully blended into his neck, I felt my shorts getting tighter in the crotch. I wanted to lick that crevice.
I could see only one of his dime sized pink nipples. I shaded it in on the pad, then my eyes traveled down his tight belly, passed his innie button, to the waistband of his tight briefs.
I was kicking myself for perving on a kid so young. At probably eleven at the most, he would only have a little dick and have even littler knowledge of what it was used for. Yet, I almost prayed for that belt to come untied so I could see the bump caused by his small penis.
When I had finished the drawing, I told him I was heading to the shower. Downstairs, I hurriedly stroked one out before washing. This wasn’t unusual for me. Only this time, instead of my ex girlfriend, it was Curtis on my mind.
I found Curtis still engrossed in the game, and told him it was time for bed. He didn’t give any argument and turned off the game.
“Were you drawing me again?”
I showed him the latest sketch.
“Hey, I look kinda sexy in that one.”
Again I was surprised that someone so young would say something like that.
“Does that bother you?”
“No. Most people don’t think of me as sexy. I need all the help I can get.”
I decided not to show this one to Beth. I’ll keep it with my private stash, but I’ll have to do another.
As I walked in the door the next day Curtis came running up. “How did you do today?”
He was referring to my first day doing street sales.
“Not good. Only did two caricatures.”
“Well that’s fifty dollars more than you did have,” he said smiling.
“Aren’t you the just the eternal optimist,” I replied feeling a lot less optimistic.
“I try to keep things light. What were they?” he asked.
“One guy said his hobby was bowling, so I did him with a shirt that said ‘League Champ’ but his ball went in the gutter two lanes over. The other was businessman on his lunch break. I drew him running to catch a bus, but his briefcase was open and papers were billowing out of it.”
“Neat. How would you do me?” Curtis asked.
“Something sexy.” I don’t even know why I said it. Somehow it just popped out.
He giggled cutely. “Sexier than last night even?”
I had forgotten he’d said that about the drawing, so it was good cover.
“Ok. Do it.”
We went upstairs after saying hello to Beth.
He jumped up on the bed and sat there staring at me. I got out my sketchpad and started.
I drew him on a chaise lounge like the old Rubenesque female nudes. Only I drew him in briefs with an obscenely large bulge in them. There wasn’t much definition in the bulge, just hugely disproportionate to his very skinny little body. His freckles exaggerated on his youthful face.
When I showed it to him, he cracked up laughing. “I wish.”
“You wish you were that skinny?”
“No, Silly. That big.”
“Oh. Well not having the privilege of first hand knowledge, I had to guess. You mean it’s not correct?”
He laughed again. “Not even close.”
Dinner was uneventful, and Beth said nothing about the awaiting next drawing. Afterward Curtis opened the door at the bottom of my stairs.
“Can I come up?” he asked.
“Sure buddy anytime,” I replied as I gathered my bath stuff.
He stood at the top of the stairs in his bathrobe.
“Did you want to play on the Xbox before bed?” I asked.
“Actually, if you’re not too busy, I’d like another drawing.”
“No problem. Let me get my pad.”
When I turned back to him, Curtis was laying on the bed in a similar pose I had done in the caricature. His robe gone, just his briefs remained. I was stunned for a moment, but couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He of course was not as skinny as I had portrayed him, nor did he have an obscenely huge bulge. He was however a beautiful young boy, with a surprising bulge just the same. I had expected a small bump where his dick would be, instead, he had an actual bulge which, as I stared, elongated and thickened. Right before my eyes, it turned into a cock and balls shaped bulge. But not one of a little boy.
“Is something wrong?” he asked sounding worried, and maybe a little embarrassed.
“No…. Not at all,” I stammered.
“See. Not as big as in your picture,” Curtis pointed out with a glance to his crotch.
“Maybe not, but it’s much bigger than I really expected.”
That earned me a delightful smile.
By now it was pointed straight at his belly button, and pushing out at the waistband of his briefs.
I know at that age, I wasn’t nearly as big, and I have a respectable slightly more than eight inches [20 cm]. Which for some reason was trying to escape from my shorts.
I finally tore my eyes away long enough to start drawing. Every so often Curtis would reach down and give it a tug. In doing so, the head of his dick would peek out a little. Just enough to make me want to see more.
He lay there unmoving otherwise, and remained quiet as I worked. It was probably the longest time I ever spent on a single drawing. The whole time my cock was just as hard as his hidden treasure.
When I finished and put my pencil down, I continued to stare at the drawing. Suddenly I realised Curtis was right beside me. His briefs still tented, his cock head almost completely out in the open above the waistband.
My attention now on that, I didn’t hear him speak.
“Wow! It looks just like me. I thought you would do another caricature.”
“How did you know what I look like without underwear?”
I had drawn what I wanted to see, not what was in front of me. I drew him completely nude. His erect dick pointing at his belly supported by a nice set of balls.
“Uh… I just guessed.”
“Well, you’re a damn good guesser. But you forgot something.”
I looked at the picture, and I admit something was afoul, but I couldn’t decide what it was.
Curtis took the pad and pencil from me. He took about ten seconds to correct my drawing, then handed it back to me.
He was right, the drawing looked complete. He had added a little shading on either side of his dick at the base.
“You forgot the hair.”
“Hair? You have hair? How old are you?”
“I’ll be fourteen next month.”
Shit! I thought he was only ten, maybe eleven. That explained a lot about some of the things he had said. It would also explain how a ten year old had a five inch [12½ cm] dick that would appear reasonable on a grown man.
“I can see you’re shocked. Everybody thinks I’m younger. That’s why I said I needed all the help I could get to look sexy. Well, I look sexy as hell in this picture. Thanks.”
“You are… Uh, I mean, you do,” I replied, though I think I spoke directly to his dick, because I didn’t look up at him as I said it.
“Do you really think so?”
“Definitely,” I said, again to his crotch.
There was a long few minutes of silence as he stood in front of me. I noticed his cock throb inside his briefs, and glanced at his face. He was looking down at my shorts.
“Have you ever done any… self portraits?”
“Oh. Well if you do, I would love to see it. Your portrait I mean.” He sounded disappointed.
“Would you like to play while I take my shower? Uh… Xbox that is.”
“No thanks. I um… have something to do.”
I had trouble sleeping that night. I jerked off in the shower, half hoping Curtis would come in. And again in bed, with visions of his dick peeking above his waistband. I was a bit pissed at myself for perving on a young boy. Then I remembered his age. Hell, at that age I wished someone would have taken a sexual interest in me. I was a walking erection. And I was only a little more than four years older. It’s not like I was sixty or something. It’s just hard to get past his very young appearance.
The next day was Saturday. I had much better luck on the street downtown, selling three caricatures, and two portraits. I was feeling pretty good about myself, and picked up a box of fudgesicles on the way home. I love fudgesicles, they’re a weakness I don’t allow myself often.
Beth met me in the entryway. “Have you done the next portrait of Curtis?”
“Not yet. I haven’t had a chance to talk him into posing,” I lied.
“You do understand what I want, don’t you?”
“Something similar to that picture of my girlfriend.”
“You see, Curtis is so … small for his age. And I really need to find out if he … developing normally. He is very private. Does his own laundry, and cleans his room. I have to admit, I… well, I even asked our last boarder to try to… seduce him. Only because I’m so concerned. She struck out. He didn’t fall for any bait she set for him.”
“You know, like being scantily clad, or leaving the bathroom door open just enough to entice him to peek in. Stuff like that. When I saw your sketches, I thought maybe you could convince him to pose for you. Artist’s models are usually nude aren’t they?”
“Yes, but most artists don’t draw nude teenage boys because it’s probably illegal. Besides, I’m not sure if he’ll do it. How will it look if I say ‘Hey Curtis, want to get naked for me?’ He’ll probably run to you and tell you I’m a pervert and to call the cops.”
“Just promise me you’ll try, and I promise not to call the cops on you. I’ll even pay for the portrait.”
I couldn’t believe this. She wants me to see her son naked, won’t call the cops, and will pay me. I must be hearing things wrong, or maybe I received bad bump on the head I wasn’t aware of.
On the second floor I tapped on Curtis’s door. “Hey Curtis. Do you like fudgesicles?”
“I love fudgesicles, but Mom won’t let me have them often.”
“I guess we shouldn’t tell her about it then.” I said with a wink. “Feel like modeling for me later?”
“I would love to. But…”
“Well I’m a little embarrassed. I mean, fair is fair right? So wouldn’t it be more fair if I get to see your self portrait before I pose for you again?”
“Well, I was wearing underwear and you drew me naked. Pretty accurately too. It’s like you actually saw me naked.”
“I see. Hmm. Maybe we can have fudgesicles for dessert after dinner.”
I spent the next hour sitting in front of the long mirror on the closet door. After dinner I waited in my room until I heard the door to the attic open, and Curtis bounded up the stairs. He was wearing his robe again. I could see his bare legs and chest, but the belt was tied in front preventing anything else from being seen.
“Is it dessert time?” he asked with a grin.
“Soon. I thought you might like to see this first.” I handed him the sketchpad with the self portrait. His eyes widened as he saw my very hard cock pointing slightly toward my right side, but up and obviously erect.
As he stared at the drawing, I saw his dick rise and poke out of the opening of the robe, just below the belt. It rose to stand straight up, all without his being aware of it.
“You have a big dick,” Curtis opined.
“Yours looks pretty big too.”
He move the sketchpad away from his face and glanced down. He blushed a little then said, “I guess I should have worn underwear.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t.”
He smiled. “I was hoping you wouldn’t either.”
“Uh… How about that fudgesicle?”
I retrieved the treats from the mini fridge, and we sat on the floor to eat them. Curtis’s dick didn’t recede much, and kept my attention. When I neared the end of my fudgsicle, Curtis was watching me as I took it into my mouth, pulling the remainder from the wooden stick.
Then I just leaned forward and slid my mouth down his dick using the frozen treat to torture him.
“Oh! Jesus Christ! Ummph…”
Curtis didn’t pull away from the shocking coldness. In fact he leaned back on his elbows and let me have my way with him. The heat from his dick quickly melted the fudgesicle, and I was cleaning the sticky treat from his meat.
His moans told me I was doing a good job as I slid up and down his dick. After a minute, I pulled away and licked the melted chocolate from his balls. He was watching me when I licked his cock clean too, making sure I hadn’t missed any leftover fudgesicle.
I looked at his face. “I think it’s clean now. Should I quit?”
Curtis shook his head. “I’m sure you missed some.”
“You’re probably right. I wouldn’t want you to go to bed all sticky.”
I slid back down on his cock until my nose pressed into his sparse pubes, and the head was knocking at the entrance of my throat. He moaned loudly as I began blowing him in earnest. I had never done anything like this, but I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. I loved having his dick in my mouth, I loved giving him pleasure, I loved the thrill it sent to my own cock. I had never been so hard in my life.
“I’m gonna cum,” Curtis exclaimed.
I had never tasted cum, not even my own, but I wanted to taste his. As surprised as I was about his age and maturity, it didn’t compare to my surprise at the amount of cum he produced. I had to swallow twice, regretting I didn’t get a chance to really enjoy it first. But he left one last drop on my tongue for me to savor.
I pulled away still staring at the teen dick I had just sucked. I watched it rise and fall with his breathing, and saw his ball sack slowly slacken and hang with the weight of his nuts.
I grabbed my pad to capture the image of perfect teen virility. His testicles now hanging toward his anus, and that beautiful cock reaching for his belly button.
“Jesus you’re beautiful,” I proclaimed as I shaded in the contour of his smooth belly.
“So that’s what a blow job feels like.”
“I guess. I’ve never had one,” I replied while concentrating on the drawing.
“Really? What about your girlfriend?”
“She thought it was dirty, and wouldn’t do it.”
“So this skinny little thirteen year old had a blow job before a big handsome man like you had one?”
“Hey. I’m only four years older than you. It’s not like I’m fifty or something.”
“Four years, and probably four inches bigger too.”
“Yeah, but I’ve only had one girlfriend.” I defended.
“That’s one more than I’ve had. Nobody wants a little guy like me.”
“I do.” Damn, that just jumped right out.
“Do you really like my body?”
I gave him an exasperated look. “I just suck a dick for the first time. Isn’t that evidence enough.”
Cutis’ smile lit the room. “Yeah. I guess it is. The first time, really? Did you like it?”
“I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” I said, eyeing his still hard dick.
“Can I see yours? I mean for real, not a drawing.”
I stood and undressed, trying not to appear nervous. Inside I was shaking like a leaf. More so than the first time my girlfriend saw me naked. When I peeled off my boxer briefs, my extremely hard cock bobbed in the open before resting almost upright.
It was only a couple of feet away from Cutis’ face. “You really do have a big cock. Can I…?” he asked reaching out for it.
He stroked me a little. “Now I know what you mean. Cocks can be beautiful. Yours is. Why wouldn’t your girlfriend want to suck it?”
“Ex girlfriend,” I corrected.
“So there’s an opening? What are the job requirements?”
“Oh, I think you’re qualified.”
He leaned forward and licked the head of my cock, before taking it into his mouth.
“You’re definitely qualified,” I moaned.
I let him suck on me for a minute before pulling away. “You know, when two people are naked together, they’re usually laying in bed.”
We both jumped in the bed and wrapped our arms around each other.
“If that was your first time giving a blow job, and my first time recieving one, I have a feeling we’re going to learn a lot together,” Curtis said with a smile. “Now I’m going to give you your first blow job.”
His little mouth couldn’t take much of my cock. After trying for a few minutes, he gave in and just worked what he could with his mouth, and used his hand on the base. Moving them in unison, he had me cumming in no time. He coughed and sputtered a bit, but swallowed it all.
I didn’t give him time to rest, I swooped down and on his dick. He held my head as I pleasured him, occasionally bucking up into my mouth. When he went over the edge, Curtis pulled me tightly to his groin and shot his load as deeply as he could.
I lay beside him with his teen cock in my mouth. I felt like it’s where I wanted to be. Like I somehow belonged there.
I finally released his soft dick, and lay my head beside his on the pillow.
“I have a confession to make,” I told Curtis.
“Oh. What might that be?”
“First is, I wanted to suck your cock when I saw you in your underwear. That’s why I drew you nude. Secondly, your mom wants me to draw a nude portrait of you.”
“What?! My mom wants to you see me naked?”
“Well, not exactly. She wants to see you naked.”
“She’s concerned that you aren’t developing properly. Like you have some medical problem or something. She’s hoping I can relieve her worries by drawing a nude, and confirming your development, or get you whatever medical treatment you need, I think.”
“So you blew me for her?” he asked sounding a little angry.
“No. I promise. I did that just for me, and of course for you. And I hope you’ll let me do it a lot more. But, I’m telling you this because… Well, I don’t want to show your mom how developed you are without your permission.”
“I can’t believe she actually wants you to draw me nude so she can see it.”
“That’s not as bad as what she did before. She convinced the last girl to try to seduce you.”
“Shit. That explains why she kept coming on to me. She would even come downstairs in just her bra and panties. I wondered why a girl that looked like her would be interested in a little guy like me.”
“Hey, don’t underestimate yourself. You might be a little slow in growing tall, but you’re not small where it counts,” I said as I wrapped my hand around his dick.
“Thanks. But she was wasting her time. I’ve known I’m gay for a couple of years. I just haven’t found anyone I was interested until you came along.”
“So, what should I tell your mom? I’ve been putting her off by saying I haven’t got you to pose for me.”
“Let me think about it. Right now, I want to taste your big cock again,” Curtis said as he slid down the bed.
Sunday I came home just at dinner time, having had a good day selling street art.
“How did you do today?” Curtis asked during dinner.
“I did four caricatures and three portraits, one had four people in it so I charged them a hundred and fifty for it.”
“That’s great! Oh, that reminds me. Show Mom the drawing you did of me last night.”
I almost spewed tea across the table, coughing and choking. The only drawing I had done was the one of his hard cock. Not even a full body shot, just his hard cock, balls, and a bit of his belly and hips.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s just Mom.”
I pulled the drawing from my case. Now it was Beth’s turn to cough and choke.
“Oh, my. It’s… actually… it’s beautiful.”
“That’s what I said,” I added.
“Notice how thick it is. And how it reaches almost to my belly button. Pretty manly for a little guy, huh?” Curtis said as he got up from the table and left the room.
“Can I assume you told him what I wanted?” Beth asked.
“I had to. I wasn’t going to show it to you without his permission. This is the kind of thing most boys don’t want their mothers to see. Especially in that state. I remember the first time my mom caught me… well, you know. I was mortified. I couldn’t look her in the eyes for a month.”
“So you told him, and he posed for it?”
“Well, not exactly. He insisted on seeing a self portrait first.”
“A self portrait? Did you show him one?”
Beth hesitated for only a moment before asking, “May I see it?”
I took it from my case.
“Oh!… I see you are gifted in more than just art.”
“Uh… Thanks,” I said, prying the drawing from her fingers.
“While you were drawing him, did he happen to mention whether or not he could… um…”
“It was made evident that it works properly. If that is what your asking.”
“Do you mean he…”
“Good night, Beth,” I interrupted.
“Did you see the look on her face when you showed it to her?” Curtis said as he crawled naked into my bed.
“Yes, and I saw it again after you left, when I told her your equipment worked properly too.”
He doubled over with laughter. “You told my mom I can shoot a load? Did you tell her where I shot it?”
“No. I’ll let her guess about that. ‘Please sir. May I have more?’ ” I said quoting Oliver Twist.
Curtis put his arms around my neck. “You may have as much as you want,” he said then kissed my lips.
I never knew kissing a teen boy could be so hot. I was hard in an instant. I’m not sure if it is because he’s so beautiful, or because his so small, but I wanted to wrap my arms around him and guard him from the world. Maybe it’s his purity or innocence, maybe his flawless little body, but I wanted him more than anything.
He broke the kiss. “You don’t think I’m too small and underdeveloped do you?”
“Too small to drive a car, probably. Too small to fly a plane, definitely. Too small for me to ravish you? Nope.”
His dick was in my mouth seconds later.
“Stop! … Stop!”
“What’s wrong?” I asked confused as he pulled me off his dick.
“Nothing. Get up.”
Curtis pushed me out of the bed, jumped up, and ran down the stairs. I heard him click the lock on the door then he reappeared at the top of the stairs. Then he grabbed the mattress edge, and tugged it from the bed onto the floor.
“The last occupant left some interesting things behind when she moved out.”
He took a shoe box off the dresser that I hadn’t noticed before. He opened it, and inside was a vibrator, and some lube.
“I’ve been working on getting prepared for this all day. Lay down.”
Right then I wasn’t sure who needed guarding, me or him. I followed his orders and lay on the mattress. Curtis poured lube on my cock and straddled me.
“You’re bigger than the vibrator, but I think I can take it.”
He pushed me flat on my back and lined up my cock with his pucker. It took a couple of tries, but it finally broke through.
“Oh God! You’re a lot bigger than that vibrator,” Curtis groaned. He paused, taking a few deep breaths, then began rocking back on the invading meat.
Curtis continued to moan as his butt gobbled up inch after inch of my cock. His dick which had receded, regained its strength when he started taking around four inch strokes.
Soon he sat up and slid down the last couple of inches, resting his butt cheeks on my ball sack. Then he moved back and forth on it, stirring his insides.
“God. You feel so good inside me. Roll me over and fuck me hard.”
I maneuvered us onto his back. He is so small, his head was under my chin as he brought his ankles up around my back. I slipped my hands under him, each hand completely covering one of his butt cheeks. I held him in place, and began to plow him. He was getting pretty loud, so he buried his face in my chest.
I could feel his cock throb as I made long hard strokes in his tight chute.
“Oh god, don’t stop. I’m cumming,” he cried out hoarsely.
His tunnel tightened on my cock. I pulled him tight to me and fired my first volley into his bowels. I drew back almost all the way out, then slammed in hard and fast. His cock pulsed out his cum, and I rammed him hard again emptying the rest of my cum in thick ropes.
We both lay nearly unconscious. When my cock wilted, I withdrew from him, then licked his cum from his belly and dick. Except for his breathing, he was motionless.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “Was I too rough on you?”
Curtis finally opened his eyes, though he still looked woozie.
“You were perfect. Exactly what I wanted. I’m gonna hate when this year is over, and you move away.”
“I was thinking I might stay four years, then maybe go for my Masters Degree too.”
He smiled at me. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s a nice room, and your mom’s a decent cook.”
Daggers shot from his eyes.
“Oh, and there are a few other benefits.”