Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 23:45:12 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 2

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

Author's note: The time setting for this story is about 10 years before
present.  Digital photography was gaining popularity but film was still the
professional's main stay. I won't get overly technical, just enough to be
credible and flesh out the plot.  To anticipate your questions, no I am not
a professional and yes I am an advanced armature, for many, many years.


2: Forming A Bond Rain was steady but not to hard, my hand held barometric
altimeter indicated a low pressure system had settled in behind the cold
front.

"Let's skip breakfast and pack up Brad.  We can get some coffee at Ranger
Jim's office."  "Do you think he believed my getting lost story,
Apollo?""Yes, the getting lost part anyway, why?""I don't lie very well, do
I?"  "No, you are about as good as me at that, I figure."

Now he looked quite worried and was becoming a little agitated as the drove
down the gravel road toward the ranger's office.

"Brad, I kind of figured you would learn to trust me enough to explain just
how you got lost in the first place.  I guess we have kind of run out of
time.""You can't send me back Apollo, you can't.  I will only run away
again.  Please don't.""And loose my new field assistant, you must be
joking.  I will never try and make you do anything you are truly opposed
to, Brad.  Besides I hate being alone, as much as you probably hated the
situation you were in, I guess were stuck with each other for the next few
months at least."

I reached my right hand over and he quickly took it.  It was one of those
firm and lingering hand shakes that seals a bargain.We pulled up to the
National Forest Office.

"I think we had best let Jim bring your situation up.  If he doesn't I
guess you are home free, if he does, just answer his questions honestly.  I
have known Jim for, well, about two summers, he never gave me poor advice
or a bum steer.  All the younger staff around here seem to like and respect
him too.  He is more like a big brother then a boss, I think."Jim offered
us fresh coffee and donuts.  He invited us into his office saying, "Boys, I
think we got to do some serious talking," as he closed the door.

Brad looked down at the floor as Jim took his seat and continued, "Son you
need to tell me a little more about why you got lost.  Now I don't give a
rat's ass if a guy stays some place, leaves, runs away or just wants to
move on.  I'm just a district Forest Ranger and Game Warden, not the
district Social Worker.  I'm only concerned with enforcing National Forest
Use Rules, forest and wildlife management procedures and of course the game
warden stuff. But, one of the ranger's duties is looking for lost or
missing people in the forest.  I'm sure Apollo has given you all the
lectures you will ever need about hypothermia, exposure, laying injured by
some cliff and so on.  The point is if someone is going to report you
missing or lost I'm duty bound to mount a search, that's my job and my
people's jobs.  We do it well, but it takes a lot of resources as you can
imagine.  So, is someone likely to report a lost 15 year old boy, with
brown hair, about 5' 10" tall and ask us to search for him?"I was about to
answer for Brad but he lifted himself up straight in the chair, put his
head up, his shoulders back and look Jim in the eye, "Maybe, I think they
should.  But I won't go back and not no one can make me.  I didn't wonder
off, well I did but I did it with intent and it was more like a dead run
for the first half mile."  Jim smiled, "I didn't believe Apollo would just
let you get lost.""I left Camp Dominic, in the morning, day before
yesterday.  They must know I am gone by now.  I bet the bastards think I
will come crawling back but I won't," he hissed.  Bard explained to us why
he left and how I came to find him crashing thought the woods.  Jim showed
him, on the big wall map where the camp, our meeting place and our camp
site, as well as his office, were.  He had covered one lot of ground in
less then two days.  Jim called his sub office in that area and told the
staff; if a boy was reported missing and or lost in the area of Camp
Dominic to get all the facts they could, and report to him immediately,
before doing anything.

"Now that will hold them off.  I didn't think I liked those people, now I
know I don't.  I don't like their holier then thou, pretend religions shit.
I think they hunt in the forest too, and that burns my ass.  If I can ever
catch the bastards I know just how to shut them down.  No religious belief
in the world can justify physical or sexual abuse of a child, none."

Jim was getting just a bit loud and excited.  He really didn't like the
Camp Dominic people.  Brad told us he was sexually molested, touching and
fondling but he was sure he was next on their list for more, that's why he
ran.  When pressed he told us that everything about the camp program seemed
to have sexual connotations.  Someone was always touching your ass or
crotch when your hands were full or holding on to something.  Pairs of the
councilors would each take a different boy to their cabin at night.  I
could see two things, the boys would not talk about what happened and they
seemed to walk and sit funny in the morning.  He figured his turn was next.

Brad later told me it was not the fear of being fucked but the fear he
would like it.  Brad also indicated the boys were physically punished,
spanked with paddles, tide up, slapped and hit with stiff rubber hose for
the slightest infractions.  What was most disturbing was the perverted mix
of fundamentalist religious teachings, the attitudes towards non believers,
women, homosexuals and Jews.  It seemed they thought, and would tell the
boys, that since they represented god they were above the civil law.  How
they managed to twist their beliefs around to allow sexual abuse of the
boys and hatred of homosexuality was beyond my understanding.He also told
us his mother had sent him to the camp, claiming it was his bad attitude
and rebelliousness.

"I'm a good student all A's and B's, not in a gang, only had one earning,
pointing to his naked ear lobe, and tried not to give her a hard time.  I
hated going to her church and I guess I talked back a bit."

Jim figured he was normal, a lot like his kids at 15.  I figured they were
trying to brake down his self esteem, as part of some kind of behavior
control training, but what do I know.We got our coffee cups refilled, more
donuts and resumed our meeting, after Jim gave some instructions to his
clerk.  Bard was visibly relieved to have gotten his story off his chest
and by Jim's and my reactions.  He realized Jim, like me, wanted to be his
friend, wanted to help a friend in need and would do what ever we could to
make his trip west a memorable one, one he would want to remember.  Jim,
showed all the qualities of leadership, poise and cunning one would want in
a mentor and one would expect of a firefighting, forest ranger, in charge
of a National Forest district.  Nothing phased him except the physical,
sexual and emotional abuse that Brad suffered.  To this he was visibly
shaken, perhaps more like enraged.  You could see the gears turning in his
head, he was figuring out how to close that place down.  He would look at
Brad, look at me, smile and continue.  He was planning something and we
were part of it.  I knew him well enough to know that he would not say a
word about it, until he had worked out every detail.  "Now boys, problem
number one," Jim said, changing the subject.  "You, Brad are a minor, 15
right?"  Not waiting for an answer he went on, "Apollo is over 18 so he is
an adult and you are a minor."

Bard and I looked at him with incredulous stares, we knew the facts but
what he was trying to tell us was not getting through.

"A minor can not just leave and go off with an adult, especially across
state lines, without parent or guardian permission.  It could be called
kidnapping, I know you are both acting in free will but the law does not
always make sense."  "You mean I could get put in jail for helping Brad?"

"No, not for helping him in a time of need, for that you are a "boy scout",
but if you take him with you this summer, as your assistant without a
parent's agreement... as long as you stay in Montana its probably okay but
I'm not positive about that."  "My mom would never agree, she sent me to
that place, she believes their shit," Brad pleaded.  "Are your parents
divorced or legally separated, Brad," Jim asked.  "Separated, not legally,
my mom thinks she is such a good RC and you know...""Good," Jim smiled
broadly, "now where is your dad, he can give his consent."  "But he won't
go against her."  "Oh, yes he will when I get done talking to him."  "He is
on his ship, the USS JFK."  "Oh that's perfect," Jim sounded almost happy.
"Write down all the contact information you have, rank, name, etc. go have
lunch and leave the rest to me.  Go, go...."

We went to the little sandwich shop across the highway.  Jim had phoned
over ahead of us making sure the owner put our food on his tab.  Like I
said he knew a lot about me and he knew I was a new grad with no money.  By
the time we returned we had an e-mail from Brad's father giving Brad his
permission to work with me, as an apprentice photographer for the summer.
I was to return Brad to his home port, the Navel base in San Diego by
Aug. 25.  Brad was blown away, I was too.  He hugged me and he hugged Jim,
kissing him on the cheek.  Jim blushed a bit.

"How did you get this so fast," I asked "I was a marine for two hitches
before I got into the ranger business.  I just made a few phone calls and
sent some e-mails.  It helps being a government man sometimes, this was
one.  CPO Sumewalt's, well the JFK's JAG, will get us a proper signed
letter in a few days.  You boys are to call him at this number later this
evening.  I'll let you use the office phone, say 7 pm."

What he told CPO Sumewalt was, Brad ran away from a bad situation and so
on.  He assured him that Brad was out numbered and thought running away was
better then getting beat up and his butt fucked.  One or the other, was
perhaps not running reason, but combined ....  Jim thought he did the best
thing.  He explained how Brad and I hooked up.  Assured him I was okay.
Jim had served with one of the marines assigned to the JFK so his
credibility was good with the CPO.  Brad would need to explain to his
father how he came to be at the camp in the first place, as Jim didn't know
and hadn't asked.  We were both blown away but it was not over yet.  Jim
had arranged for us to use a friend's hunting cabin, not far from the
office, just outside the forest boundary.  Rustic but warm and dry were his
words.  The best part was the price.

"Just leave it clean and a little more firewood split then you find."

The weather forecast for the next few days was cool, overcast and light
rain.  Forest Fire hazard low and not that many campers in the area.  Not
many wild life or scenery pictures to take either.  I did use the digital
camera to take a few shots of the cabin in the mist and rain.  It looked
old and mysterious in the half rain, half fog.  I also got one of us
sitting at the table.  We printed several shots from the laptop.  On the
shot of us I typed over a brief thank you note.  We would leave the photos
on the table when we departed along with plenty of split wood on the pile.
The cabin was small with a highly pitched roof, a stone fireplace, full
porch across the front, small shuttered windows.  It was brown wooden
siding with bright green shutters and trim.  Smoke curled from the chimney
in lazy arches in the wet, motionless air.  We stacked a large pile of
freshly split wood on the porch next to the door.  The fresh wood gave a
nice contrast with the brown siding.  I moved the wagon off a bit behind my
chosen camera position.  The driveway was partly over grown with new bright
green grasses.  Brad lit several oil lamps positioning them near the
windows, to provide a bit of yellow brightness.  We had just enough light,
diffused but bright enough for f8 at a 60th (125 ASA).  I did several black
and whites, some with Brad on the porch and some not.  I also took a number
of digital shots.  These captured the mood and tone, I was pleased with the
results.We settled in that afternoon, built a fire in the stove and dried
out our tent, fly and rain soaked clothing.  I got a chance to inventory
Brad's pack.  He had a warm jacket, two sweaters, sever T-shirts, socks and
undies, one pair of Jeans, several pair of shorts.  Toilet articles,
personal stuff like a pocket knife and that was all.  Since he had ripped
his wind barker and pants yesterday I figured we would hit the first Good
Will store we could find.  His undies and some Tee-shirts all had the camp
logo on them.  The Tee-shirts would need to be replaced.  The cabin was
small, just one large room.  It had a double bed, a single bed/sofa and
several chairs, a table, sink, counter, stove and a bureau.  It was neat
and tidy, dishes and stuff were all stored in cupboards.  The walls were
varnished pine boards which gave the place a warm glow.  The cupboards were
painted white.  The furniture was old and dark, but serviceable.

We made camp.  I spread the sleeping bags on the double bed and we put a
pot of coffee on the wood stove which had a good fire in it now.  I
arranged my camera gear and computer on the bureau.  Brad was surprised at
the range of stuff I had.  Setting up my laptop I made a few notes before
the battery ran low.  I would charge it up at Jim's office overnight,
something he had let me do before.  Brad showed a lot of interest in the
technical details of the cameras and different gadgets.  I doubt he was
really interested in photography as a profession or even a hobby but at
least he had some interest in the technology if not the art.  He also
showed a lot on interest in my box of books.  Mostly philosophy & wildlife,
art history, history and a few novels.  Since my diploma was technical my
educator parents had convinced me to broaden my own education.  I continued
to gain information about him and his experiences, as we got ready for
supper and did the dishes.  His dad had been stationed at Glenview Navel
Air Station, north of Chicago. (The station is now closed, it is no more.)
They lived in the city near his mother's family.  Brad had some cousins,
aunts and uncles, grandparents and a sister and brother both a lot younger
then him.  He liked his family well enough but had not seen to much of them
except his siblings since the separation.  I understood his Mother and Dad
had a big fight, well several big fights before the separation.  His dad
put in for sea duty since the station was closing and off he went.  Brad
had only seen him a few times in the past 18 months when he had long
leaves.  It was obvious he respected and loved his dad but was just a bit
confused about why he put in for sea duty.  He missed his father a lot.  He
told me bit more about the camp and the rules and discipline etc.  He also
told me bit more about the theology they were exposing.  It was quite
strange and not main stream RC, from what I could make out.  They seemed to
advocate a kind of free sex for the men and controlled but open sex for the
women.  Sexual pleasure was "god's gift" and reaching orgasm in the right
context was god's sign that you were in the fold so to speak.  I can only
imagine what it all entailed but began to understand a little more about
why Brad departed.

I gave up on the church stuff while still in high school.  I realized they
were all a bunch of hypocrites, and a willful god just made no sense to me.
Religion was just another form of social control from my prospective.  I
rebelled but in my own unique way, I just stopped going and started doing
my own thing.  Brad was still unsure about it all, but he realized right
off that the "shit" his mom was into did not sit well with him or her
family.  I understood it was a good part of the fighting before his dad
departed.  Brad was impressing me as quick wilted, thoughtful and sincere
person.The cabin had no power so we used the oil lamps.  I like the warm
glow but not the smell.  Give me naphtha and fresh air.  Just before we
went to make the phone call Brad told me most of the other boys in the camp
were from families with a longer "cult" history then his, but all had been
sent because they were supposed "discipline problems", what ever that was
to mean.  I didn't know Brad all that well yet but he did not strike me as
any more then a teenager seeking his limits and some kind of understanding
of the world around him. The call to dad went off well.  Brad repeated most
of his story to dad.  He assured him all he ever did to his mom was a bit
of sass, one earning, some music and clothing she did not approve of.  And
he hated going to her new church, well any church and he told her so.  Dad
was most concerned that Brad was safe and in no real danger.  He reiterated
that Brad should not go home but meet him at the base in August.  Dad ask
Brad to send his mom a postcard letting her know he was okay but if he
wanted to be just a bit slow about it, well that was okay too.  Brad
promised to e-mail his dad when ever we found a place to hook up.
Mr. Sumewalt offered to send Brad some money if he needed it.

Well he needed it all right but, Bard Said, "even better if you and your
ship mates wanted to buy some photographs, then Apollo could afford to pay
me, I would rather earn my own way."

I think all three of us were pleased with the boy's attitude.  We should
e-mail samples and prices soon but if Brad needed some cash he should call
or e-mail as pride alone isn't very nourishing.Jim told us to get some
rest, stay around town and not to send that postcard for a few days.  He
had a plan and would fill us in soon.  So we settled in reading and just
taking it easy.  I had a portfolio of pictures from the previous year so I
did have something to sell.  I also made sure Brad understood how much I
appreciated his suggestion for his dad and friends to purchase pictures
from me.

In the cabin's warm atmosphere we were more comfortable with fewer layers
of clothing.  Brad had decided to share the double with me as the signal
did not seem very comfortable.  We played the local radio station, the only
one we could get, mostly a mix of oldies and hurting, twang filled country.
I stoked the fire, striped to my briefs and brushed my teeth getting ready
for bed.  Brad followed my lead and was soon parading around in his undies.
I could see now why the camp put their logo on the briefs.  It was an 8
sided star in a octagon with an orthodox cross in the center of the star.
The logo was placed over the pouch and and gave emphases to the boy's sex.
Brad hated the logo and what ever it stood for, but for now that is all he
had.  He did look in the mirror and had to admit, if you didn't know the
symbology it did make him look sexy.  He was blushing when he said it.

The kid has a real nice body, his butt is small and firm, well formed
showing a gentle curvilinear shape that clearly defines it.  His waist is
very narrow, his abbs are flat, shoulders wide.  Over all the boy is in
perfect proportion, one body part to another, following the general
guidelines of proportionality found in the art books.  His skin is smooth
and even textured with only a hint of very fine light colored body hair.
Over all he would make a good model for some Black and White figure
studies."Apollo, your family is of Greek origin right?"  "Ya, why?"  "The
god Apollo, that your named after, was the god of light?"  "Right."  "You
are a photographer and photography depends on light."  "Oh, well I see but
I don't believe there is a real connection."  "Do you have a girl?"  "Not
any more, we broke up about 6 months ago and between exams, with program
projects and this summer's work no time to find another one." "I, don't
have any girlfriends, I'm to shy, I guess," he responded looking down at
the floor.  "Well maybe we will meet some neat chicks this summer," I
offered in my upbeat voice.  "Maybe for you, but no cool girls are going to
look twice at me."  "Don't sell yourself short buddy, you are handsome,
bright, quick witted and remember, you got good chutzpah."  Brad looked up
and smiled broadly, "You really think so, you really think I'm good
looking?"  "Sure as hell you are and it is my business to know and judge
such things.  You are handsome, sexy and would make a good model, you are
photogenic.  Your smile is real and wide, it is a killer.  Your eyes are
wide apart and large, they are engaging.  Your body is in perfect
proportion of height and weight.  You have a crotch bulge to die for, so
what more could you ask for, Brad?""You're just trying to make me feel
better about myself."  "Sure I am, I trying to help you build the self
respect you deserve.  But don't think for one moment I would lie to you or
anyone else for that matter.  If I see something wrong or you need to work
on or what ever, I'll tell you.  I promise to try and do that in a positive
and constructive way."  "Why should you care about my feelings or my self
respect."  "Well Brad, you may not realize it but you are no different from
me or most other people, for that matter, if you feel good about yourself,
you will feel good about me and our project.  Being realistic is not being
negative, give credit where it is deserved, I always say."

Just then the old song "Lean On Me" began playing.

"You just need a good shot of success to build up your self confidence,
that's all."  "But I'm not good at anything."  "I don't believe that, and
you shouldn't either.  You know your own strengths and weaknesses I'm sure.
Sure I know a lot of stuff you don't, but I've had more time to learn it.
I'll bet you are a lot better at playing video games then I am, and lots of
other stuff too."  I went over to him and sat next to him.  Wow, I could
feel his body heat, and I could feel his emotional heat.

"I've been studying photography since I was 10 and believe me I'm still a
student.  All be it a good student.  I've learned one lesson over that
time, one you need to learn.  Be hard as hell on what you do and easy as
heaven on the doer."  "You mean...?"  "I'm highly critical of my
photographs, if they aren't good enough I won't show them to anyone and I
try and figure out how to make them better; what will improve them and then
go out and apply that analysis.  I try not to kick my own butt because the
result isn't quite what I expected.  If you learn nothing else this summer,
learn that lesson."  "Oh man, your the greatest Apollo," he said with a big
smile, "I know I'll learn a hell of a lot more from you too.  I have to,
otherwise when you need to lean on me I wouldn't be ready."

I just wanted to hug and kiss him.  Why kiss him?  We clasped our four
hands together instead.  I hope he was not falling into some kind of older
boy worship or felt some obligation toward me for having rescued him
yesterday.  On the other hand I was sexually attracted to this one.

"Ready for bed Apollo?"  "Ready but I need to piss first," I said, getting
up and opening the door.

Brad was at my side as we stood on the porch pissing into the darkness and
rain."Apollo," he whispered, "You still awake?"  "Yes""Mind if I, um, any
objection if I...uh?""Masturbate" "Ya" "Hell no, I was just figuring out
how I was going to ask you if you minded."

We got to it, two young men in our sleeping bags, laying next to each other
on the same double bed.  I woke up as the morning light came in the window.
It was still dull and raining.  A light rain, so light you could not hear
it on the roof.  I am accustomed to getting up at first light, most
wildlife photography is in the morning or evening.  Brad was pushed up
against me with his head on my chest.  We looked some foolish, two sleeping
bags huddled together in some weird shape.  No need to be early today, I
thought and drifted back to sleep.  When I reawakened, this time I had to
piss in the worst way, Brad was still pressed tight against me but his head
was now on my shoulder.

I had a strong urge to kiss the top of his head, like you would a child.
What the hell is this sudden desire to kiss Brad, I don't usually desire to
kiss much of anything except a sexy chick?  I must have moved and he rolled
from his side to his back taking his head with him.  I unzipped the bag and
bolted for the door.  To much coffee last night I thought, as my hot yellow
stream arched off the end of the porch making a steaming trajectory to the
ground below.  Just as I was finishing Brad appeared and pulled out his
penis.  I was overwhelmed it must be 10 inches long, I though.  In reality
more like 7.5 or 8.  Mine is a respectable 7 and 3/4.  Anyway Brad is long
but not too thick and he arches upward at a good angle.I stoked the fire
into a blaze and put the kettle on.  We were still naked.  Brad was
obviously holding off for some instructions.  I suggested we put on
T-shirts and briefs for the time being and get food on the go.  I wanted to
stay naked but was not sure what Brad's feelings would be and it was still
a little cool in the cabin.

While we cleaned up I noticed the day was brightening.  It was still
overcast with a light rain but much brighter.  A soft diffused light came
through all the windows.  The east window was the brightest.  That's the
one by the bed.  I looked at the shadows made by the sleeping bags that had
been left in twin heaps.  I looked at the shadows in the room.  They were
diffused and indefinite but still clearly defined.  The window had some
faded yellow curtains that just did not fit in.  Brad walked around
arranging stuff and settled in a chair near the wood stove.

He was reading so I lit one of the oil lamps which brightened up the area
around it and him.  I sat sipping my coffee and just looking.  I could see
Brad wanted to talk as he kept looking up from his book.  He must be very
perceptive I though.  I know when I am in that creative mode of mine, it is
of no use to expect any kind of rational response from me.  My mind would
just continue to evaluate the light and shadow, color and forms, until I
either abandon the idea or acted on it.

"Yes, Yes," I said aloud.  "I have a picture or perhaps two or three,
right, Brad would you like to help me?""Sure Apollo, what can I do."

"Well for now just sit, tight."  I got his hairbrush and stood next to him.
"Just read and pretend I am not even here.""Ya right, with that sexy body
standing by my chair brushing my hair?"

I liked brushing his hair.  It gave me pleasure to be grooming a friend,
feeling the softness of his brown, wavy, medium length locks.  This must be
why girls seem to like grooming each other, something that has come down to
us from our primate ancestors.  I stopped and he looked up at me, smiling,
we both had stiff cocks pressing against our briefs.  "Just sit"

I moved to the bureau and got my digital and Leica cameras, meter, small
strobe and diffuser.  I set up the digital and took a quick shot.  "I
wasn't ready."  "It's okay man, I'm not either, I'll give you warning and
instructions when the time comes, just got to check the lighting first."

The digital screen showed one or two distracting background items and a
shadow on his left, that did not quite make it.  It would either need to be
strengthened or lightened.  I found some Aluminum foil and a piece of
cardboard.  I covered the card with the foil and set up a reflector.  The
light from the window was enough to soften the unwanted shadow.  Brad kept
his eyes on me the whole time.  Watching my every move, studying what and
how.

"Okay I'm ready now for a second test shot.  Just place the book at a good
focal length, tilted just a bit forward so the title can't be read, and
read a paragraph or two.  Sit up a bit straighter, turn slightly to the
right, yes, now tilt your head down just a degree or two.  Hold that,"
...shoot, shoot, shoot.Looking over a the bed and then back at Brad, I had
my next creative idea.

"How about taking your T-shirt off and lie on the bed."

He did as requested, I pointed to how he should position himself.  The kid
is a natural, he just seemed to know how to flop on top of the twin heaps
at the angel indicated.  He folded his arms and placed his head on them
looking into the room, so his face was in shadow.  His butt and back,
however, were well illuminated by the window.  The material starched over
his firm ass forming soft but well defined curves.  The texture of the
material contrasted with the texture of his skin, this was going to be
good.  I looked it over and stretching across him and removed the curtains.
My crotch brushed against his ass as my half hard cock stiffened.  I could
feel the electricity pass between us. The digital stuff was in color but my
film based photos were in black and white.  B & W is just so much more
powerful a format for creating moods and drawing the viewer into the image.
Color is normal but B & W lacks that normality, so the first thing the
viewer does in engage his imagination.  Digital images can also be done in
gray scale.  I adjusted the angle of his legs spreading them apart just a
bit more, rechecked for stray objects or paper scraps, what have you.  I
wanted to fondle his body, I wanted to run my hands over his butt and
between his legs.  I wanted to smother his body with kisses.  What the hell
is going on with me?"Okay, test first no flash."  Great, I took several
more angles.  "Breath deeply a few times, then slowly let it out."

Shoot, shoot, shoot...  I got on a chair and knelt on the floor.  I went
across the room and over by the door.  Then changed roles and got ready to
continue.

"Now, how about taking the briefs off, are you okay with that?"  "Sure," he
said, about to get up. "No don't get up, just raise you hips let me help
you."

He raised his hips a bit, putting my fingers inside the waistband, one hand
on each hip, slowly pulled them down.  The feeling of my fingers touching
his skin was about all I could take my cock was rock hard again.  I got
them just off his buttocks and stopped. "Hold that pose."

I took several digital shots then some on film.  "Okay, off they come."  I
pulled them off repeating the cameras but this time a lot more on film
angles.  "Are you okay with more, I want to use a different lens?"

"Ya, no sweat."

I got the 135 mm and snapped it on the Leica.  From across the room I could
clearly see his fine body hair being illuminated by the gently window
light.  The fine hair that covered his butt.  A long lens lack depth of
field so the window and background focus was soft, just soft enough to keep
the eye focused on the subject.  It was super.  Strong shadows, good light,
strong lines from the window frame and interior walls, rain drops on the
glass, smooth curving lines of his body and the heaped sleeping bags.
Strong contrasts in texture too: skin, cloth, glass, wood, metal, water.  I
walked up to the bed and placed my hand on his shoulder.  "Thanks for the
help.  I think we got some good ones."

My cock was still quite stiff and tenting my briefs big time.  His skin was
so soft and warm, his body so firm yet flexible under my touch, I did not
want to take my hand away.  I knew I had to.  Brad rolled away from the
window and facing me I could see his penis was fully erect.  I guess this
whole experience was quite sensual and erotic for both of us.  "I enjoyed
being your model, your subject," he said.

He pulled the sleeping bags around, spreading them on the bed.  "Lie with
me, I think we both need a bit of emotional and sexual relief," as he began
stroking his long thin cock.

I handed him his briefs, took mine off and stretched out fondling my balls
and stroking my cock.  I could feel his body heat and he could feel mine,
we could feel each other sexual energy but we still kept to ourselves,
ejaculating and cleaning up with our undies.  Now I wanted to turn and hold
him, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to fondle him, I even wanted to have
sex with him.  I hoped he wanted me too.  But we were both to shy or to
embarrassed to act."I enjoyed being your model, your subject," he said
again.

He dressed and arranged the sleeping bags again, spreading them on the
bed.Having retrieved my laptop with its newly charged batteries, we down
loaded the digital pictures from the morning.  Bard was more than impressed
with them, and with the sensuality they expressed.  The digital pictures
were okay; the film, once I finished in the darkroom would be outstanding.
One can do a lot with products like Photoshop but I still like the old way.
The old way is so hands on and personal.

The way he filled his briefs and the way I photographed them, gave him a
good start on his modeling portfolio, if he wants one.  The bare assed
shots were high class porn, they were highly erotic, very highly
erotic."You know Apollo, once I learn how to use that camera we will enjoy
your Greek god ass, along side mime."

I stood up and got Brad to stand next to me I wiggled my butt and we bumped
our hips together and wiggled in unison.  Are we young men or kids, I guess
a little of both.We got ourselves organized and headed for a near by town.
A little shopping, a little laundry and a chance to use the internet
connection at the local library to get on the net.  I also wanted to touch
base with my parents.  My mother operates my sales and does my assignment
bookings.  Some of my stuff is available through stock services, too.  My
parents helped me set up this little business when I was still in high
school.  We sell some though a web page and I do limited editions through a
network of galleries.  The bulk of my gallery sales (Ltd's) started from
consignment offerings.  Since my office knows my general location at
different times I can take specific commissions for things.  Plants and
animals are often only in specific habitats, at specific times of the year.
This is a new service for me.  The Golden Eagles feeding their young was
one of those assignments and I wanted to ship out the slides, and color
prints for processing.  I also wanted to pick up any new assignments before
I headed north to the Glacier National Park area.My parents were surprised
that I took Brad on as an assistant.  They are more then aware of my
extroverted social nature and had wondered how long I would make it as a
loaner.  I gave them a quick rundown on our meeting.  Mother would open a
bank account for him to collect his earnings and send along some cash from
time to time.  She now understood why the sudden rush of rather large
orders from the JFK some not to be delivered until August.  I told her we
would deliver the Sumewalt, order in person.  Then the whole thing gelled.
Brad's father was CPO Sumewalt.  Brad was saying, "tell her what I said,
tell her what I said."

I repeated his purchase Apollo's work so he can afford to pay me statement
and its context.  My dad though that was a good attitude.  I told him he
would like Brad's chutzpah, he figured he would too.  The long and the
short was, Mom would Fedex my proofs to West Glacier in about 10 days and
put some cash in for Brad.  My expenses were still below budget and sales
were growing.  I had three new assignments, one she did not completely
understand.

Mom is a biology teacher so she usually got that stuff right and Dad is a
Geology professor, between them I learned most of my natural science and
they are usually able to give me good instructions for assignments.  This
assignment was to photograph a rare and colorful but small fungus, that had
a very restricted habitat.  I got the spelling of the thing but they could
not help with any more information.  Okay, another puzzle to solve, I like
puzzles and solving mysteries.  When I mentioned it to Brad he got excited
about the challenge but admitted he had not idea how to begin.I e-mailed my
friends and Brad his dad.  He still had that postcard to mail but Jim had
held us off, so he kept it.  I also ordered another 2 dozen rolls of slide
film and 1 dozen of color negative.  I had lots of B & W for now.