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[maxc] any sons in Toronto msg me
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[schoolboy] any dads want to chat with a horney 20 yo?
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[Flhome4U] hi
[billy15] HI
[FLhome4U] what’s up
[billy15] ME
[FLhome4U] lol
[billy15] [Grin]
[FLhome4U] stats
[billy15] 5 3, 120, bl, bl
[FLhome4U] whats you dick like
[billy15] 5” excited, uncut don’t look if I’m in cold water
[FLhome4U] :) nice
[FLhome4U] 7c here
[billy15] ok
[FLhome4U] got a pic
[billy15] yup sending
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[FLhome4U] thx, you like older guys
[billy15] I like guys of all ages if kind and thoughtful
[Flhome4U] I’m kind and thoughtful
[billy15] :}
[FLhome4U] have you been with a man
[billy15] yup
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[FLhome4U] you’re CUTE!!!
[billy15] thanks
[FLhome4U] what r u looking for
[billy15] fun
[FLhome4U] we should meet and then I’ll bring you to Florida to live with me
[billy15] I don’t want to leave home
[FLhome4U] never?
[billy15] not until I go away to college
[FLhome4U] that’s what I mennt, We’ll meet, date by mail and then you can come to live with me and go to college here.

After a good deal of further chatting on this and other occasions, Billy did agree to meet with Sidney. Sidney drove up from Florida a day ahead of the agreed upon date. He checked out the town and found a motel that had units on the back side of the building, well away from the office and not visible from the street.

He stayed at a different and better place that Friday night. Early the next morning Sidney checked into the motel, but didn’t bring anything into the room. Then he arrived at the meeting place, a coffee shop popular with young folk. He got there a full hour before Billy was to arrive. A steaming cup of café latte in front of him, the man studied yet again the photograph the boy had sent by snail mail.

It was only a snapshot of the youth’s face and upper body, clothed. But Billy had promised to tell his parents that he would be spending the night with one of his school chums. If everything went as Sidney hoped, he would see much more of the youngster.

He recognized the lad at once when he came through the door some five minutes early. The close cropped blonde hair, his clear complexion with two little beauty spots, close together on his left brow near the hair line, and intelligent appearance were unmistakable. That the youth was shorter than Sidney had expected, pleased him. He was wearing an open, light jacket, appropriate for a spring morning. Underneath that, there was a sweat shirt over jeans and black sneakers.

The man rose and smiled, looking the boy straight in the eye. Billy understood at once and came to him, smiling also. Apparently, Sidney’s darker skin, black hair and short beard were acceptable to the lad. The man was just over five feet, eight inches.

“I’m Sidney,” the man said.

“Hi,” was the youth’s greeting.

They sat down on opposite sides of the small table in the tiny booth that would accommodate four, only by squeezing together. With one to a bench, it was roomy, if hard.

“I thought we’d go for a walk in your lovely park,” Sidney proposed. “I brought my camera to take a few photos.” This last was obvious since Billy could see it hanging from the strap around the man’s neck. “Do you want something quick before we go?”

The man drained what little was left in his cup, hoping that the boy would get the hint that he was anxious to get started. Either that worked, or Billy didn’t happen to want anything right then, for he said, “Nope, let’s go.” The youth’s tone was matter of fact, neither enthusiastic nor grudging.

They crossed the street to the parking lot located right smack in the center of town and across from a line of shops that included the café. Sidney led the youngster to his year old, dark blue Saab. The man had cleaned it thoroughly before the trip. There wasn’t any clutter, not a scrap of paper, not even in the glove compartment. The trunk, with his luggage and equipment, was another matter.

It was a short, five minute drive to the park.

“It’s really good to meet you at last,” Sidney said. “You look wonderful.”

“Thanks,” Billy replied, both flattered and pleased. “It’s really nice of you go come all this way just to see me.” That he didn’t say how wonderful Sidney looked was because he found it disagreeable to lie. Not that the man was ugly or unlike the picture he had sent over the internet. He was nice looking in a Middle Eastern way, and that was the extent of it.

“Did you have a good trip?” Billy was genuinely impressed that someone would drive so far just to be with him for a short time. It was romantic and exciting.

Content to make small talk, Sidney recounted his journey in a general sort of way, throwing in a detail or two, where he had noticed something interesting enough to bother to recount. He glanced at the youth from time to time, enjoying his success at arranging a meeting in person. Speculations on the type of underwear the kid wore danced though his mind.

It was easy to find a parking space on the street that ran the length of the park. They got out and crossed over. It was a long, narrow swath of green that varied in width between two streets, a main road out of town and a smaller, secondary road. They had left the car on the side street.

At each end, the park came nearly to a point, but was more spread out in the middle. Much of it was open lawn, but there were smallish wooded patches here and there. The largest of these had picnic tables set out under the tree limbs. Spring flowers decorated the beds in front of taller plantings of ornamental shrubs and bushes.

There were only two outcroppings of rocks. It was at one of these that they paused and Sidney staged the first of his photographs. He had Billy sit at an available location a little way up. The man found it necessary to use his hands to adjust the boy’s position, the tilt of his chin, the direction of his gaze, the drape of the open jacket, the placement of his left foot. He looked though the camera a few times and made several of these rearrangements before he was satisfied and the shutter clicked.

In a similar fashion, Sidney posed the youth in various positions and settings throughout the park. The day warmed as the sun got higher. It was pleasant to be outside getting acquainted. Mostly it was Sidney asking ever more questions about Billy’s relationships with his parents, siblings and friends, and to a lesser extent about his interests.

A couple of hours had passed when Sidney announced that he had run out of film. “I forgot to bring more with me. We can swing by my room and pick up some. Then we can take some shots somewhere else before lunch.”

They returned to the man’s car and fifteen minutes later were parked in front of Sidney’s motel room door. The man unlocked the door and stepped aside to let the kid precede him. Because the window curtain was drawn, he snapped on the overhead light. They both looked around for no reason other than that is what you do when you enter a motel room.

It was a spacious room containing one queen size bed. Built-in low bureaus flanking a desk in fake, dark wood ran the length of the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Above it there was a mirror that nearly reached the ceiling, making the room seem even larger. In front of the huge, curtained window, two upholstered chairs on swivels were placed either side of a round table with a white plastic top. At the other end there was a bathroom through an open door, and a closet that was shut.

“I have to change the film in the dark,” Sidney informed the youngster as he headed for the bathroom. “Since we’re here, let’s take some nude shots. You get ready while I’m loading the camera.”

Billy paused. He had expected to get naked, just not so quickly and for this purpose. Then he stripped, placing his clothes on a side chair that he pulled from under the desk-like element of the built-in motel furniture.

Sidney closed the bathroom door, leaving only a crack open. Otherwise it would have been pitch dark. He opened the camera, took a roll of film from his pocket and inserted it into the empty chamber. When he was sure that the boy had sufficient time to get undressed he opened the door to see if his instructions had been followed.

If they had not been, he had only to leave the room, get in his car and depart. That is what he would do if there was any sign of impending trouble. While he had tried to be sure of the lad’s receptiveness before making the trip, there was always the chance of a last minute change of heart. But he was pleased to find the boy, unclothed, sitting patiently on the side of the bed facing the bathroom.

“I have an idea,” Sidney announced. “We can do a little photo story waking up in the morning. Why don’t you get under the covers and pretend to be asleep.”

“OK,” Billy agreed. He pulled back the covers and got into the bed.

“Lie on your stomach, and turn your head toward me so we see a little of your face,” the man directed. Billy did as he was asked. Sidney went to him and drew the covers just a little off the boy’s right shoulder. Then he took the kid’s right wrist and moved the hand so that it was under the pillow. The photograph would show the right arm and shoulder, a bit of his back and the right side of the boy’s head.

For the second shot, Billy rolled onto his back, the covers were lowered a little further. This time Sidney positioned the right arm over the boy’s head showing an arm pit and the left nipple, and turned the kid’s head slightly to the right with the chin tilted down. “You look really beautiful like that,” he said, then waited for the youngster’s smile to dissolve before snapping the picture.

In the third shot, Billy sat up rubbing his eyes. The forth was of a boy crookedly stretching arms over head. Then the lad was moved to sit on the edge of the bed, two views, each showing a morning erection. He stood before the mirror, both front and back visible in one shot. The next view was of the youngster simulating brushing his teeth, rear end with face in bathroom mirror. The boy in the shower, soaping in turn; chest, arm pits, backside, genitals. A photograph of rinsing off, face into the stream of water was followed by one of giving himself a shampoo. The last was of the wet youth reaching out for a towel, preparatory to leaving the shower stall.

“Stay in the shower a little longer,” Sidney told the boy. He stepped out of the bathroom to set the camera aside in a safely dry place. Returning, he took one of the large bath towels and said, “OK, come on out, let me dry you off.”

The picture taking and being looked at for such a long a time had had its effect. Billy was more than ready to be played with. Sidney rubbed the boy with the towel and took the opportunity to nuzzle his neck, chest and stomach. Then he led the kid back to the bed, removed his own clothes and screwed him.

Billy began to get annoyed when the man, having had his orgasm, proceeded to get dressed without giving him so much as a hand job. Then Sidney said that he needed to get something out of the car. He was not alarmed at first when he heard a car start. Cars were always coming and going from motels. After five minutes passed, the youngster got suspicious, went to the window and peeped out. The guy’s car was gone.