Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2011 13:45:46 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 10

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by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


10:  Returning Home

When we pulled into the motel we had to use 4 drive again as the snow was a
good foot deep in the parking lot.  I made sure to back into the stall in
case we needed to make a run at getting out or if we needed a boost in the
morning.  The temperatures were in the low -20's.  The place was quite full
as many other travelers had been forced off the road earlier that day.  The
desk clerk apologized as the only room they had left had one king size bed
and a hot tub.  Brad just smiled at him and I said, "we can manage, that
king size bed has more room in it then our tent," we would manage just
fine.

The hot tub was great.  Being able to paw each other's naked bodies was
even better.  Driving under these conditions is very stressful and stress
is harder then work by a long shot.  Being able to successfully help some
one in need is a great feeling and we felt really great that night.  Being
able to resolve your stress with a good fuck is...

When we woke up in the morning it was to the annoying back up beeping sound
of a snow plow.  I didn't want to get up and pressed my body against him,
kissing the back of his neck, fondling his ramped member and pressing my
own rock hard cock into his butt crack.  Unfortunately we both need to piss
and piss right now.

Brad looked out the window, standing naked with his cock sticking straight
out, back lit by the f 2.8 dawn light.  "I have never seen so much snow
before." was his only comment.  We dressed and began digging the Jeep out
of its drift, after taking a few pictures of the snow.  It took a good 15
minutes just to get the door open and the engine started.  The Jeep did not
want to start but the old girl finely came to life on the third try.

I studied the weather maps on the weather channel and ascertained this
storm was coming from Saskatchewan and moving southeast.  If we stayed on I
94 to Missoula, Montana we could head up toward West Glacier.  Brad called
Linda to let her know we were safe and on the road again.  He related our
little rescue adventure to her, I was struck by how fondly he talked about
little Nathan.  I asked Fred to find us a motel room in the area,
estimating our arrival about midnight.  We would communicate again from the
road.  This was a bit of a late start for us being now 8 am but better then
nothing.  North Dakota was even colder but the snow was abating so driving
was a bit easier, you could see the lines on the pavement at least.

Our rout took us through, or more precisely around Bismarck and Billings to
Missoula and then north to Columbia Falls (the Newfeld's only live in West
Glacier in the summer).  The snow lightened up progressively as we moved
west, once past Bismarck the roads were clear and we could hit full highway
speeds and play a little crotch grab.  We rolled in about 12:30 am and fell
into separate beds not waking until Linda knocked on the door in the
morning.

I struggled to the door and opened it, only then realizing I was standing
in my briefs greeting two goddesses.  I'm sure I turned five shades of red
as the blast of cold air completed the wake up process.  Veronica was kind
enough to hand my jeans to me, after they entered and closed the door.  I
excused myself for a chance to brush my teeth and comb my hair before
facing the world.  Linda had removed her parka and was laying on Brad's bed
trapping him under the covers.  They were only interested in each other, so
I put on my parka.  Veronica and I went to find food, leaving the two love
birds alone.  I was almost out the door when I realized Brad probably did
not have any condoms.  I rushed back in, pulled some Trojans from my
toiletry kit and dropped them on the night table.  Brad's hand waved in
appreciation as I closed the door.

Veronica did not say anything about my actions so I didn't either.  Over
breakfast Veronica and I shared our adventures of the fall, her study at
Montana State and my efforts at the Art Institute and of course the snow
filled drive west.  Having exhausted our ability to drink more coffee and
having exhausted other social topics we fell silent.  Now that I have
gotten to know Veronica a bit better I think my original impressions need
to be revised.  She is a very caring and nurturing person with a very wide
circle of friends and admires.  I was finding that I kind of liked her and
she was becoming more attractive with every moment of the passing time.

"Veronica, do you think it is safe to head back to the motel?"

"Safe or not we had better, mother is expecting all of us for lunch.  Dad
will want a complete report of your adventures."

"This big brother-big sister thing does have its down sides I guess," was
my only comment.

"So you and Brad are like brothers?"

I wondered exactly what she was asking, I had better answer with care.

"I guess you could call it that, I grew up an only child, so I'm not
exactly sure what its like having a sibling.  All I know is Brad is my
friend as well as my helper and he looks to me for guidance some times.  Is
that what its like to have a sister or brother?"

"I guess, I just never thought about it, Linda has always been part of my
life since we were little, no choice just their.  But you and Brad kind of
chose each other, like friends choose each other."

"That is so, but I always assumed my sibling, if I had one, would be my
friend," I said.

"I guess that's right, we were friends when younger, then we drifted apart
but now that she is growing up I think we are getting closer.  Apollo, my
dad would be very angry if he knew that I left Brad and Linda alone in the
motel room."

"Why did you?"

"I knew how much she missed him and I just couldn't play the part of the
evil older sister.  Besides, that way I get you to myself.  Boys have it
easier, your not expected to...to...not have sex, if you want it and can
get it, good for you."

"True but I feel obligated to protect him from other things, like drugs or
STD's, that's not just being older its being a friend, its caring about
your friend.  That's why you went to breakfast with me, besides my sweet
personality and handsome face," I said in a mocking kind of voice and
gesturing as if posing for a fashion photographer.  "As a friend, and
knowing the joy of love, you could not deny your sister.  Veronica, don't
let yourself go on a guilt trip, if not in the motel room then some other
place, they are no different then me and I assume you at 16.  Were you or I
stopped by parents or other rules?  Don't answer, the status of you
virginity is non of my business."

She pretended to hit me in the arm while flashing one big smile.

"Okay, no guilt trip, besides I know they already did it last summer," she
said.

I though I would play coy and see how far it would go.

"Oh, well you know more them me, for sure."

"You mean Brad didn't brag to you about his conquest."

"No, he did not brag," notice I did not say he said nothing, "he did ask me
if I wanted to know and I told him only if he wanted to tell me but a
gentleman never brakes a ladies confidence.  Besides, I am not his keeper,
just his mentor, so my job is to give advice not pass judgment."

"Well what advice did you give him?"

"Probably the same advice you gave Linda."

We fell silent again as we approached the door.  I knocked and shoved my
key in the lock.  When we entered the darkened room all we could see was
this large lump in the middle of the far bed with two furry heads beginning
to emerge from the covers.  I took Veronica's hand and steered her around
so that we sat side by side on my bed facing the wall.

"Okay kiddies, its time to get up and dressed so mommy and daddy can take
you to grandma's for lunch," I rolled this out in my mouth with a pseudo
southern drawl.

Veronica was laughing and we were hit over the head with pillows.  I'm sure
(I want to believe that anyway) Veronica wanted to check out Brad's naked
body as much as I wanted to check out Linda's, so we turned to face our
naked attackers.  Veronica could see clearly what Linda saw in Brad, at
least physically, the boy is hung.  Linda was a bit of a mystery to me.
Nice looking but small breasts and skinny, she almost looked like a boy
without a cock.

"We won't be to long, just kiss her and try and ignore us," Linda advised.

Veronica and I looked at each other, slipped off our parkas and did just
that.  Wow was she a good kisser.  The instant our lips met our tongues
began a duel that sent shivers down my spine, right to my toes and back to
my crotch.  I sincerely hoped she was reacting to this event as I was.  We
were in some kind of state of rapture.  Suddenly, I was brought back into
reality by a strong slap on my ass.  Linda and Brad were standing by our
bed, with parkas on,

"Time to go children, just hold that thought until later," they chided us
in unison.

Fred was incredulous, as we answered his questions about why it took so
long for the girls to bring us home.  I made every logical excuse I could
finely telling him that all Linda and Brad seemed to do was hold hands and
stare at each other, "it was impossible to get them moving you know".

"I suppose all you two did was eat and talk too," he said to Veronica.

"Daddy your incorrigible," she said, stomping out of the room.

"That's what her mother has said about me for 20 year."

After lunch Brad and Linda made themselves invisible, while I sat at the
kitchen table talking to Fred and Mrs. Newfeld.  Veronica busied herself
cleaning up.  They wanted to know all the details of our, well Brad's life.
Mrs. Newfeld was most interested when I informed them that my parents were
his guardians until Milton gets a shore reassignment; and that Brad would
be attending school in Bellingham.

"Well that is sure a lot closer then Chicago," was Mrs. N's only response.

Brad and Linda finely showed up again, this time with his digital camera.
They took lots of pictures of everyone.  I took a few of them together and
downloaded the a whole group to the Newfeld's computer and Brad's ibook.
Later that afternoon Fred told us some Coast Guard stories and when the
ladies were in the kitchen, some of his shore leave experiences.  A few
times he had Brad blushing, especially when he asked him what brand of
condoms he and Linda used.  I figured he wanted to test the kids metal.

"Tell me boy, what kind of condoms do you use, you do use them don't you?"
As I said, before I like his chutzpah.

"Trojan enz, ribbed and lubricated, he responded, pulling a couple out of
his pocket."

Now these had been in his pocket for some time you could tell by the ware
on the packaging.  Fred and I laughed.  Brad began to laugh too, I think he
knew it was a jock but was not 100 percent sure until Fred's smile broke.
He slapped Brad's knee and laughing said,

"Your okay Brad, it's just part of my routine, whenever my girls bring home
a new boy, I got to give the good ones a bit of a hard time you know, it's
in the parents hand book." He looked over at me and winked.

"A real boy scout you got here Apollo."

Linda called Brad into the kitchen to gracefully end the round.

That night as we walked from the Newfeld's to the motel Brad thanked me for
the condoms, "but I had my own you know."

"Ya, but not within easy reach, as I recall," I said patting his ass and
holding my hand on it.

"Mummm, that's just what I'm going to need tonight."

"I don't know Apollo man, I think you will just be pretending I'm
Veronica," Brad said in a matter-of-fact, offhanded tone.

"Like you were pretending Linda's pussy was my ass this morning, at least
you got some."  He almost look hurt.

"I would never pretend that, I love you Apollo."  I though he was about to
cry.

"Hay Brad, I was only joking, I love you too, and you love Linda and I just
might fall in love with Veronica.  Fanto matters not, we know where we
stand with each other."

"Stand my ass, it's laying with each other that I'm interested in."

We walked the remaining distance holding our mitten covered hands, in
silence with our passion for each other rising with each step.  "Hold that
pose Brad."  This time I did not have a real camera just the camera of my
mind.  He was standing in the dim light of the motel room, illuminated only
by one of the small bed lamps.  Strong shadows on his left and highlights
on his right.  Brad wore only his new thongs, I could see the outline of
his swollen balls and fully erect cock the arrow shaped head clearly
defined.  His shoulders were wide and in the past ten months he had put on
some muscle mass giving his pecks some true definition.  His nipples stood
erect on his hairless chest.  His arms had begun to take a more muscled
shape but were still those of a boy.  "Slowly turn please."  His back had
clear definition.  The narrow waste sat on top of his compact rounded butt.
His shoulders made a wonderful, wide flat base to the inverted triangle
apexing in the top of his butt crack.  The mussels along his backbone
bulged slightly casting a shadow along it.

"God are you sexy," I whispered as I stepped up behind him pressing my
erection into his butt crack and wrapping my arms around him; one fondling
his imprisoned cock the other trapping his nipple between two fingers.  I
kissed his neck and slowly knelt down pulling his thong off.  No question
we were both ready we were both about as charged up at we could be.

Pressing against his back side again I maneuvered him toward the small
writing desk and he placed his hands on the edge bending over.  I hooked a
chair with my foot pulling it closer and placed my right foot firmly on it.
Using some spit on my condom covered cock head I slowly pressed it into his
waiting anus, as he spread his legs apart.  I could see the muscles on his
back begin to flex as I pushed in.  My abbs were tight and rippling.  Using
my left hand on his back to steady I began slowly at first fucking, fucking
harder and quicker until we both emptied our loads.  I could not imagine
another anus I wanted to fuck more then his and another cock then his to
fill mine.

Brad had me on my back across one of the beds.  My legs were draped over
his shoulders and my cock was standing straight up as he pushed forward
into my ass bending my legs back almost parallel with my porn body to kiss
me as he fucked me with more passion then I remembered of recent weeks.  My
erect cock was trapped between our bodies and like being stuck in a dry,
loose, pussy.  His balls were slapping my ass when I ejaculated again.

The next day we went to Whitefish skiing.  This was Brad's first time on a
big hill but he picked it up in a flash.  We were able to rent equipment at
the hill and Mr. Newfeld was kind enough to loan Brad and I the necessary
clothing which the girls brought to our motel room in the morning.

The day was one of those bright, warm, blue sky winter fantasies just a bit
below freezing with no wind.  This area had been blessed with snow and the
runs were deep with powder, a good thing too, since I wound up laying in it
several times.  Our first run down was on the bunny hill, not much of a
challenge.  With that warm up Veronica and I departed for some of the
intermediate and advanced runs.  She could sure move down those slopes and
I followed her lovely back side most of the day.  I had a difficult time
keeping up with her or my eyes on the trail.  I guess I need a little more
practice at this skiing stuff.  We did not get close enough to talk with
Brad and Linda until later that afternoon when we gathered for an apri ski
at the lodge.  Veronica and I were snuggled up by the big fireplace sharing
a Brandy and as much touchy feely as discretion would allow.  When the kids
came in they took up the remaining part of sofa we were siting on.
Veronica suggested we head for home as soon as she realized those two were
getting just a bit to passionate for a public place.

Linda and Veronica knew many of the skiers and almost all of the staff, a
function of being a local.  Showing off your new fellow to your
contemporaries is one thing but lewd and lascivious behavior is another.
Having a gossip magnified description reach your parents, in Linda's case,
would land her grounded and who knows what else.

"Kids, what are we to do Ronnie."

"Get them into a more privet situation, I guess."

"We could use our motel room, how far can they go with us being that close
at hand?"

"About as far as we are willing to let them, I guess."

"How far is that Ronnie?"

"She did not answer but kissed me very passionately on the lips and grasped
my crotch, and stood to go."  I guess I got my answer.

Skiing uses the same mussel groups as cycling and walking but not in the
same way ie. with different stress focus areas.  Since this was my first
time skiing in well over a year I quickly discovered parts of my body were
less reliable then they had been just a few hours ago.  Veronica and I were
standing by the car, I remembered turning my upper body to look over my
right shoulder.  My intention was to utter some words of encouragement
toward the kids.  Why was I laying on the ice covered pavement?  Why was
Brad holding my head in his hands?  Why were Ronnie and Linda clinging to
each other.  Who the hell was kneeling over my chest.  How come my head
felt like the Sonics were using it for a basketball?

"Hold his head steady son, don't let him move until I examine him.  Do you
know who you are," the man said putting his face about 6" from mine?

"I'm Apollo, who the hell are you?"

"Take it easy, I'm Dr. du Vaul, MD and you just had one very nasty bump on
the head."

"Oh, you mean it is not being used as a basketball?"

"No, just a Zamboni, look at me, eyes wide open.  Can you move your
fingers, toes?  Keep holding his head," he instructed as his hands felt
along my neck.  "Let him up young fellow."  Du Vaul and Brad helped me to
my not so steady feet.  "Veronica come here and hold your boy steady."  I
put my hands on Ronnie's shoulders, that's all right I thought.  He looked
at my head and Brad pushed my tuke back on.  "Always a danger of concussion
with a fall like that, how do you feel now?"

"I'm all right except for the snare drum playing in my head."  We talked
just a bit, he kept asking me questions to see if my thinking was clear.
Ronnie introduced Brad and I.

"You must be the bright young photographer and you must be the boy Linda is
chasing after, that Fred has been talking about.  Fred and Walnuts tell a
good story about you two," he said with a big smile.

"Walnuts?"

"Sorry, that's a nick name for corporal Smith, got in grade school, been
called it ever since.  But that story is not any where as good as yours,"
he said with a big smile.  "Give him three aspirins and put him to bed for
an hour or so and keep a close watch on his pupils, if they strongly dilate
call me, other wise he should be fine."

I like excitement but some is better then others.  This is the kind I can
do without.

"Will you be seeing that little deaf boy in Spokane?"

"Yes sir, I think it would brake Jonas' heart if he ever found out we
passed by and didn't stop and visit.  Besides Brad is learning to sign and
he needs the practice."

"Well, you tell his parents that one of my clients is a eight year old girl
who would sure like to meet Jonas, if they ever come this way," he said
handing me his card.

"Sure thing Doc. maybe we can bring him ourselves, Apollo and I will be
making a few trips from Bellingham to Columbia Falls, won't we buddy?"

I just signed agreement and everyone laughed.  That sign is reasonably
universal.

Back at the motel room Veronica helped me out of her dad's ski outfit,
which was a bit large on me so my erection was not obvious until I was
standing clothed only in my underwear.  Veronica looked me over for a
second as if deciding something and pulled my briefs down allowing my stiff
cock to slap against my tummy.  I though she would give it a kiss but she
didn't.  "Lay back like the Dr. said" She proceeded to remove her ski suit,
Turtle neck sports bar and panties.  Each item was removed slowly and
carefully giving me a good look at her very sexy body.

"Is that for me." she said pointing at my erection.

"It must be, Linda already has one in her hand."

Ronnie smiled, but behind her back Brad and LInda were naked and each with
a hand in the others crotch.  I did not have the heart to tell her that her
untested pussy was not as attractive to me as Brad's well know ass.  My
opinion may change on that however.

...........................

"It so good of you to stop and see Jonas."  Mrs. Sanders was saying as we
came into the living room.  "Jonas is watching TV, I'll get him."  Brad and
I were standing in the living room of the Sanders medium sized two story
home.  When Jonas entered the room he was shocked and surprised and totally
beside himself not knowing who to run to first.  Bard and I knelt down in
unison and Jonas crashed into us I wrapped my left arm and Brad his right
around the boy pulling him into a bear hug.  The kid was just so excited to
see us he bounced around like a beach ball.  After he settled down a bit
Mrs. Sanders brought out Jonas' baby sister Jewel.  She was so small and so
delicate.  Jonas was very tender toward her.  Brad went to the wagon to get
our cameras.

Mr. Sanders came home while we were refreshing ourselves with a cup of
coffee.  "Tell us about your skiing trip?"  Brad and I began talking at the
same time describing the snow and the weather and our girls.  Jonas finely
pulled on my arm asking me to either speak a lot slower or sign a lot more.
I felt like a big shit forgetting to include him in our conversation.

"All Jonas seems to talk about are you two and that he is going to become a
photographer."

"I was not that much older when I started you know.  Brad why don't you
show Jonas my digital camera, perhaps he wants to take some pictures."
Brad took Jonas into the living room.

I wanted to present the Dr.'s request without getting Jonas to excited.

"I am not sure how we can help, Apollo, Columbia Falls is to far for a day
trip and I can't get away from my business for much more," Simon said.

"Brad figured we could take him with us next time we came through.  He will
not let me rest until he can see Linda again."

"And Veronica?"

"And Veronica."

"A nice thought but you two don't want a 9 year old tagging along on a
visit with your girlfriends."  Jenny interjected.

"Well Brad and I figure we will spend spring brake skiing with the girls
and Jonas can visit with the girl, Dr. du Val and the Newfleds.  Linda and
Veronica will love him anyway.  I took it from the Dr. that the little
girl, Shelley, is very lonely as she has no deaf friends at all in the
community.  Why don't you give du Val a call and talk it over."

Jonas came in, "what girl are you talking about?"

"Brad's girlfriend Linda and her sister, my girlfriend Veronica."

"Oh, I have a girlfriend, she sits next to me in school, but she can't
sign."

"How do you know she is your girlfriend?"

"We write notes."

Brad showed us some pictures Jonas had just taken.  The kid has a different
visual prospective then I do, that's for sure.  I think it has something to
do with being 4' and a bit tall.

We decided to take Jonas for an ice cream cone.  The boy just took charge
of the situation and us.  He pulled on his coat and took each of us by the
hand marching us right out to the wagon.  With his parents admonishing him
not to be so bold and us to only make it a small one.

He ignored them and so did we.

When we returned Jenny suggested that Jonas was also lonely for someone his
own age to interact with, another child who could sign too.  She would call
Dr. du Val.

"It is very hard on Jonas and I sure it must be hard on Shelley too, we
just don't have the resources ourselves or in the community to help these
kids the way we should," Simon said.

"We can't ask you and Brad to give up your time, Apollo."

"You are not asking, Brad has already volunteered us, it was his idea to
bring Jonas along and I quoted him: "Sure thing Doc. maybe we can bring him
ourselves, Apollo and I will be making a few trips from Bellingham to
Columbia Falls, won't we buddy?"

I was standing the kitchen doorway watching Brad and Jonas print his new
pictures and observing the two interacting.  Wow would that make some kind
of a great photo essay, I thought.  So being me, I took a few test prints
with the digital camera.  Yes, this would be good.

"Simon, I have an idea," I said looking at the shots I just made on the
camera back viewer and then looking back into the living room at the boys.
"Why not apply my talent and skill to creating something that possibly
could generate some cash to help all the deaf children in this part of the
world?  Let me mull this one a bit, I'll get back to you."

It was now time for us to shove off, Jonas was so sad to see us go, Brad
and I wanted to cry.  As we drove toward the expressway we passed the
Target.

"Stop here please."

Brad did not say why or what he just had that determined look on his face,
so I stopped.  Once inside he went right to the photo department and began
inspecting the Digital point and shoots.  "For Jonas?"

"Yes."  He found a simple unit for about forty dollars and pulled out his
bank card.  Now I know he does not have all that much cash and he knows I
would gladly contribute, hell I would gladly buy the thing for Jonas.  I
know this would be a bit of a sacrifice for the boy but also it was his
decision and idea and his pride would not let him ask for help.

"Got enough to cover it?"

"Yes, but I will need a few extra hours next month."

You just can't ask a teenage boy directly about this kind of thing, he will
think your are being critical or something; so you phrase it in such a way
that he knows you are willing to help if needed and not questioning the
wisdom or practicality of the thing.

When we returned Jonas went wild, when he saw the camera he went double
wild.  His parents were about to object.  Brad spending so much but I
managed to signal from behind him and they backed off.

"Now I have my own camera, I'm a photographer just like you two," he
proudly announced.

Simon told us he had the computer download and Digital manipulation side in
hand and would see that Jonas' work was e-mailed at regular intervals for
our critical analysis and advice.

"Thanks Apollo."

"Thanks for what buddy?"

"For not giving me a hard time about getting Jonas a camera."

"I think you got it backwards Brad, I should be thanking you for be so
generous and for recognizing how important it is to Jonas to have is own
camera."

"I guess that why we make a good team, what one misses the other gets."

We high fived.  "Brad look at the last few frames on my digital."  He
looked at the shots of him and Jonas.

"Nice snaps."

"No, man look at them.  I don't need a critical review.  What is your
emotional response?"  He studied them flipping between the 5 frames.  "I
see intensity, wonderment, joy, pride, brotherhood, sharing, is that what
you mean?"

"You got it, that's exactly what I mean.  Now what if the subjects were
Jonas and Shelley, instead of your ugly face?"

"Yes, I can see that, assuming she is as photogenic as I am,"

"Any child is more photogenic than any adult, that just the way it is, get
accustomed to it."

"Well thanks for the complement when did I move from the teenage to the
young adult ranks and does that mean I get to vote?"

"No you can't vote and you know what I mean, Teens tend to be highly
photogenic too but when put along side a child, just look at the pictures
again, no contest."  I outlined my idea such as it was, in its still
formative stages, to Brad.

"Apollo you are a genius.  What do you want me to do?"

"I always knew I was more then a pretty face.  Lets just mull the thing
over and consolidate our team and our thinking.  Would you take charge of
the operational plan?"

"Ya sure.  How do you figure this would possibly make any money for the
kids?"

"Well if we all donate our time and materials get free publicity and the
like, I don't know yet.  We can probably get lots of help from all kinds of
places for a good cause.  I'll bet that reporter lady from Spokane, the one
who signed her questions, remember, I'll bet she will help."

"Like I said, your a genius."