Note: All texts, actions & people on this page are fiction and freely invented and sent by our readers. They should not serve for any form of illegal acts.
Almost flabby
The sodium steam lamp illuminated yellowish the room. It smelled slightly of fixing bath and phenol. The chemicals were scheduled, it could start ..
An hour ago I was in a photo business to buy photo material and chemicals. I worked at the post during the semester break and brought a pretty sum to the side. I set up a photo laboratory with a small studio in the basement. I was even able to buy a small flash of flash.
The shop was quite empty, apart from the owner there was only one customer at the counter. It was a very favorite boy around 18 years.
Light blonde, small, petite. Dressed in jeans and sweatshirt.
Dark blue eyes and fresh, open trains.
“Nobody does that anymore today,” I heard the photo dealer tones, “Roll film, then also black and white and excerpts ..
You have to contact a specialist laboratory. “The boy turned disappointed and wanted to go.
I waved him to the side.
“What’s the matter?”I asked him. I learned that he wanted to have developed roller films. In addition, enlargements from the 6×9 format and, if possible, on good paper, not on these plastic leaves. I could help him. In my laboratory, an ancient Leitz Focomat dreamed his sleeping beauty. The negative format was not a problem for that. Developing the films was a child’s play, and good baryt paper was in abundance here in the shop. I offered him my help, and he took her on to a joy.
We bought a large package package and a bottle of positive developers. I still had everything else.
While driving to my home, I looked at the boy closer to myself. His blond hair fell loosely in his forehead;Dive, narrow hands, slim, solid thighs. His somewhat received sweatshirt gave a narrow strip of his abdomen freely with a loved one. The forerunner of his pubic hair over the covenant of his jeans, but otherwise completely disregarded, as far as you could see that.
In short, I was very impressed by my companion. He was called Ingo, I learned casually. He had inherited a beautiful bale camera from his grandfather, 6×9 format and therefore his difficulties in the photo business.
Ingo went down the basement staircase in front of me, his crunchy cheeks greeted me at every stage. I quickly ran out the development jar.
“It must be absolutely dark to thread the films,” I told him. “If you want, you can wait for so long.
“
He did not want. The orientation is easy to lose.
So he stayed very close to me while I pushed the film into the development spiral. Our thighs touched for seconds, I felt his breath.
Developer, intermediate flushing, fixing bath, watering. The film was quickly developed and dry in the dry cabinet in 10 minutes.
“Let’s first make a contact deduction?” He nodded. Shortly afterwards the leaf was in front of us, still damp, in the pale light of the laboratory lamp.
I was amazed. All boys in the lido, with scarce panties, painting hanging, swelling buttocks. Even in the yellowish light I saw how Ingo blushed. Was not clear to him that pictures could not be enlarged without looking at them?
“Do you like boys?”I asked him softly. He nodded.
“The recordings are really good. Just don’t give it off, it takes great pictures. I also like boys. “
Ingo looked at me incredulously.
He thought he was the only one of his kind?
“Can you believe it,” I calmed him and put his hand on his shoulder. “But these pictures deserve special care, so let’s start. “
There were only 9 pictures on the film, we could take our time. Two -bowl development, delicate lights and rich blackening on the strongly silver -containing paper. An hour later we sat and looked at our work with a cup of coffee.
“You are really great!“Ingo and stroked the velvet mat surface of a photo that a boy under the shower showed.
“And you take good photos,” I gave him the compliment back. We talked down and I gave him some tips. Then I showed him my little recording studio.
“A studio flash system … and then this bombastic camera!“He pointed to my old matt scene camera, a Linhof with 18 by 24 cm negative format. “Can you take pictures with it?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “A negative costs almost five marks for this. It has to be something special that I hereby record.
“
I notice how it fights in him. He looks at me from the side. “You can accept me …”, he hesitantly suggested.
The proposal could have come from me. I tried another initiative: “But then also in swimming trunks. “Ingo beamed. I knocked on his shoulder and we made an appointment for the next day.
In the afternoon I bought a package of plan films and put it in in Kassetten the same evening.
I checked the flash system and fortified white background cardboard on the wall. Now everything was ready.
His face was slightly red when he came down the basement staircase.
He looked even better today than yesterday. So quickly into the studio, which I had brought to a pleasant 25 degrees in the meantime.
He drove out of his jeans, tore shoes and socks off his feet, then he pulled the sweatshirt over his head and threw it to the ground.
He stood in a broad -legged.
I looked at his body. Blonde curls, water blue eyes. Slim neck, narrow, barely rounded shoulders. His chest muscles hardly emerged under the delicate, completely hairless skin. His Nipple were cherry red and were slightly pointed. A fairly deep pit ran to the small deepening of a loved belly nibble.
Poor slim, long almost without visible muscles, slim, almost thin Legs Without any hair with some pointed knees.
He wore a very tight, bright red bathing brief from an elastic material. A good third of his blond -coated pubic hair showed themselves over the deep -seated covenant. The back of the briefs hid just two beautiful, plump apple cheeks. He was quite well stocked for his petite body, because his hanging with half -hard rod and well -filled eggs emerged on the front.
“But it doesn’t work that way,” I laughed and pulled it in front of the white background cardboard, which also spread over part of the floor.
I touched him gently, brought his members into a photo -favorable position. My touches or the situation seemed to turn into something, because the bump in his slip was noticeably larger. Now a very soft light;Large reflex umbrellas in front of the flash system and with a honeycomb filter conjured up a nice reflex on his hair. The camera was already correctly set, so slide of the cassette and the first exposure. With a cassette camera, every picture takes a little longer and you consider every recording well.
I was very impressed by the boy’s body, something had changed in my pants. Every time I put Ingo in a new position, my touches became longer, sometimes he just had to stiff tail feel on his thighs. His nipples were now very pointed out, his eyes shone. In his pants, a pretty stiff member tried to push up through the rubber bond. It was decided: I had to have the boy, somehow ..
“It would be great if your skin would shine a little more,” I said casually.
“Let’s take some oil …” Ingo agreed. With gentle fingers I passed well -warmed massage oil on his shoulders, its smooth upper body. Just above the briefs I stopped, gently editing his magical thighs, his calf muscles. Then I moistened my hands again, now touched the strip over his panties, penetrated my hands under the waistband and got it briefly Contact To his stiff member.
“You have a stiff …”, I noticed hypocritical.
Ingo became slightly red. “If you fumble around me like that …”
Now came the moment of decision. “It would be even more beautiful if you pull out the slip!“Ingo printing around, it seemed a bit too far to him, at least he did not make any institutions. `Be careful, Adrian, do not break everything now too big. ‘I stepped towards him, stroked his back, my hand stayed on his buttocks.
“You have such a nice body, it would be a shame to cover something with a swimming trunks.
“My hand slid deeper, penetrated between his legs and gently stroked his step. A jerk went through Ingo’s body. As if a dam had been broken, he now seemed to have lost any inhibition. He hugged me and gave me a long kiss on my lips. Then he pulled down the slip with a jerk. His hard rod swung out and hit my thigh.
He approached my ear and whispered: “And you? Don’t you want too..?”
I didn’t let that tell me twice.
I hastily drove out of my things, took the oil again and now edited his cock. Glittering in the setting light of the lightning system, it now rose to full size. Man, what a gem. Slightly curved, a round, light -red glans under half -backed foreskin, fairly oversized compared to his dainty body. Delicate pink, barely wrinkled scrotum, in which two huge Egg Under my hands back and forth.
I drove through the furrow between his legs with my hands, and she salted it well.
Ingo breathed a hard time, his hands stroked my back. The camera almost seemed forgotten. Although I was already fully turned on, I quickly made two pictures of Ingo in his full nudity;His stiff spear was almost right angled from his shiny body.
“I want to rub them too,” asked Ingo after the last flash.
I put the exposed film cassettes aside and spread a blanket on the floor, pulled it down it.
Lying on my back, my eyes closed, I received the first gush oil. Ingo just poured over my body, hit my cock, my eggs. A small puddle formed in my chest pit that slowly overwhelmed to the side. Then his hands came over me, slid over my upper body, did not leave out a place, then drove the narrow hair footbridge below my navel up to the pubic hair further down. The center of the body was overturning, Ingo massaged my thighs, including the smooth inside.
My cock had now reached the full size and was feverishly towards his fingers, my scrotum tensioned, in my inside there was a tremendous tension. Ingo hesitated a little, then his fingers played around my limb, pulled the foreskin back, made the glans slippery. My abdomen came into slightly circular movements when he massaged my scrotum, knew my eggs, with his hands slid between my legs.
My chest rose and sank violently and I think I even started to moan easily.
Suddenly Ingo slid to me with the whole body, his hard lance slipped along the inside of my thighs, bored between my legs. I reared up and my arms wrapped him up, massaged his well -oiled back, found their destination and kneaded his round ass cheeks. My cock pressed firmly into his abdomen against his trembling abdominal muscles.
Our well -lubricated bodies came in a circular movement, turned together. Due to the effort we got into the gasp, our legs devoured into each other.
I pressed my legs together, Ingo’s cock was now caught.
He started with light fucking movements that were extremely appealing to me.
I kneaded his ass cheeks with full force, forced him into a faster cycle. His tail now slid in quick, tall strains between my legs and I clearly felt his lust and hardness. Ingo had closed his eyes. Nothing more of his initial bias, which was passed on by passion.
The whole boy body was in motion, moaning penetrated from his mouth with every push.
Welding beads showed themselves on oiled skin. My hands slid from the ass cheeks between his legs, got his eggs, they kneaded quite firmly. His body reared up, his cock began to pulsate and slipped my thighs.
A firm jet of glowing -hot seeds hit my chest, once, twice, three times ..
The effusion formed a lake and ran down on the side. Ingo jerked off the last drops with a panting and quick hand movements, then fell heavily on me, scenting his seeds between our upper bodies.
“And you?”He whispered,” you haven’t had anything. “He slipped something from my body, grabbed my hot noodle, moved back and forth. My tension was so great that I now took my hands to help and worked on my cock in front of his eyes. His fingers played in my column and with my scrotum and that accelerated the matter.
Hardly a minute later I also sprayed a huge load.
My juice hit him in the face, dripped from his cheeks. Ingo laughed when I cleaned his face with the ceiling, and he added a little more serious: “Really a great photo shoot!”
At an extensive bathroom with small, mutual consent, we removed all the remains of the massage oil and agreed on the next day to develop the pictures that were created. Even today there are the resulting black and white deductions in my photo album.
Leave a Reply