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Pierre Fitch
Hair type: Hat
Ethinicity: North American
Cock Type: Cut
Set Type: Pictures
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Pierre Fitch 2, Conner & Pierre Fitch, Gavin & Pierre Fitch, 
Pierre & Richie, Pierre Fitch, HMBoys Vintage : Pierre Fitch's 1st
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Pictures: 101 | Added: 12-16-2002
I don't know what to say.
I was just so amazed when the webmaster called me to say that you guys had voted me into one of the top 3 places of your favorite HMBoys of all time.
After all, my pics had only been up on the site for three or four weeks by then.
And when he then e-mailed me some of the stuff that you'd written in about me, I could hardly believe it. For the first time in years I actually blushed. Anyway, to cut a long story short, Sam - that's the webmaster, for those of you who don't know him - asked me to do a follow-up set of pictures. This time, though, they'd be of me alone. I talked about it with my boyfriend Gavin before I agreed to them. Luckily, he's not the possessive sort. So he didn't mind at all. In fact, it was Gavin who suggested the subject for the pictures you're about to see. They tell the story of something that really happened to us about a year ago. On my birthday. That's when Gavin and I hadn't been together too long. We were still at the very romantic stage. You know - when you keep buying each other little gifts all the time just to show how much you care. Anyway, that night, much as he didn't want too, Gavin had to go out. It was something to do with work and he just had no choice if he wanted to keep his job. He said he'd get back as soon as he could - and promised me a real good time in the sack afterwards too! After he'd left the apartment I found a note he'd left me. It said that he'd left all sorts of little surprises around the place. They'd keep me occupied and remind me of him while he was out. The first surprise turned out to be something he'd left me to read. Now that was a surprise. Gavin loves books - he studied English in college - but knows darned well that I don't. He sometimes tells our friends that, to me, Wilkie Collins might as well be Jackie Collins - and that I couldn't tell you the difference between Henry James and James Herbert if my life depended on it. But that night it didn't matter. Because Gavin had left some reading matter that he knew I'd definitely enjoy. Guys! Naked guys! Of course, what Gavin had forgotten was that I was still really a pretty young kid. And don't they say that your late teens are the peak of your sex drive? The guys in that magazine sure had a dramatic effect on me that night. In fact they made me so hot that I almost jerked off then and there. But I didn't. I wanted to save it for Gavin when he got home. But my boyfriend sure wasn't helping me do so - because the next thing I found was a special little (or not so little!) present that he'd left for me. That - and the thought of what we might do with it later - got me even hornier than before. But you'd have been proud of me. I was still determined that I wasn't gonna jerk off. Then I had an idea. I'd take a cold shower instead. That ought to cool me down a bit. It seemed to work all right. I put some shorts on again and went back into the living room. That was my big mistake. I should just have taken a nap or something in the bedroom. But I guess I thought that if I got onto the bed, the sort of thing that happens to all kids when they get into bed would happen to me too. So the living room it was. But I'd forgotten that darned magazine. And as soon as I picked it up again, things got just as bad as before. I put the porn down. Willpower. I'd prove I got it. I picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. Big mistake. That was part of Gavin's "entertainment" he'd planned for me. The TV guide said I'd get a Hitchcock movie. The TV wasn't playing Hitchcock, though. Just cock. What Gavin had done was hook up the TV to the DVD player, so as soon as I switched on I got the DVD movie. Gay porn. And it was a movie he knew I'd wanted to see for quite a time. He'd bought it as another one of my birthday presents. That was it. There'd been the magazine. The double-headed dildo. And now the movie. Every boy's got a breaking point, you know… And it wasn't my fault. I blame Gavin for putting temptation in my way. And I fell for it… It was my birthday, after all. So I decided that I might as well enjoy myself properly while I was at it… You know, there's something about jerking yourself off. It's just sheer indulgence. All your secret fantasies come to the surface. You only have to worry about pleasing yourself. And I certainly did that night. With nothing else to do, I made sure that I gave myself a really good time. The trouble was, though, that after an hour or so I'd not only worn my dick to a frazzle but I was completely pooped by the whole experience. There was no way I'd be able to perform any more that night. I just fell asleep where I was - right in that chair. And you probably imagine that when Gavin got home an hour or two later, expecting that his hot boyfriend would be flinging himself at him as he came through the door, he was, to put it mildly, more than a little disappointed!
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