Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 23:46:11 -0600
From: Dennis Nikols <dnrock@gmail.com>
Subject: Photo 24

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


24:   NYC 2


I pulled my fingers out and inched forward, guiding my cock towards Brad's
ass, but I stopped and looked down at Jonas, who was eagerly awaiting the
show.

"Jonas," I said.

Yes, he nodded, looking up at me grinning the the Cheshire Cat, his blue
eyes sparking.

"Guide me into him, baby," I said, reaching down and drawing my hand over
his cheek.

He swallowed and licked his lips before reaching out to hold on to my penis
or from his point of view his man toy.

With my cock in his hand, Jonas guided me forward and placed my wet,
throbbing cock head at the entrance to Brad.  He held it there, rubbing the
tip around the hole, teasing Brad.  I applied more and more pressure,
letting Jonas keep his hold.

Brad's hole opened like a lens iris.  My cock head slid through the
barrier.  Brad moaned quietly and Jonas jumped up onto the bed next to him.
I groaned too, feeling his tight ass close around my cock head, twitching
around it and trying to push me out.  Jonas leaned over Brad, kissing him
deeply and stroking his penis while I eased into his ass.

I looked down at his hole, watching him stretch and open around me.  The
muscles of his ass twitched and massaged the shaft of my penis as I speared
my way in.  Slowly I filled him seeking out his sweet-spot.  About halfway
in, I hit it.  He bucked his hips, arching his back with his head thrown
back and his eyes closed.  I looked in Jonas' eyes.  He smiled at me.  I
pulled my hips back, sliding out of Brad's ass, and then pushed forward.

I fucked Brad the same way that I had fucked him before, feeding only about
half of my cock into his ass on each thrust, but making sure that I jabbed
the head over his prostate again and again, causing him to writhe under me.
He moaned continuously, and after a few minutes of my cock's constant
attention to his ass, Brad began to respond more eagerly, thrusting his
hips up and squeezing his tight ass around my phallus.  Jonas knelt next to
us, rapidly stroking his very stiff boyhood; his eyes roved over us,
gawking first at my cock buried in his friend's ass, then up to Brad's
oozing shaft, and finally to Brad's face.

I started fucking Brad deeper, feeding more of my manhood into his hole
until finally every bit of my 9" rod was buried.  Resting my testicles on
his smooth ass cheeks, I remained still, leaving my phallus inside him.

I was thrusting gently, now, rotating my hips, my balls rubbing again and
again against his ass.  I pressed down on his thighs, spreading his legs
further open in front of me, which resulted in his ass closing tighter on
my dick.  I slid out, watching my meat reappear from between his tight
buns.  Jonas straddled Brad now, laying on top of him in a sort of 69
position, with his legs and ass in Brad's face while he gazed passed his
friends red, swollen cock to watch me fuck.

And I fucked him, pulling nearly all the way out until only the head rested
between his smooth, muscled gluts, then barreling back in, ramming my cock
to the base inside his ass; the sound of skin slapping skin resonated in
the room.  To bad Jonas cant hear this I thought.  Brad groaned, thrusting
himself against me, desperate to take as much of inside of him as he could.
Bard's dick bounced up and down, slapping his stomach and swinging in
Jonas' face, causing his to smile and laugh.  Jonas remained lying on top
of him, and I noticed that he too was thrusting his hips.  The smooth,
white skin of his bubble butt slowly rising and falling as he watched me
piston my rod in and out of his friend.  I realized that he was fucking
Brad's face while he watched me fuck Brad's ass.

I placed my hand on the back of Jonas'' head and guided it down towards
Brad's dick.  Jonas took the hint, my two boys were now 69-ing while I
ploughed Brad.  Each of my thrusts into Brad's ass sent his penis deeper
into Jonas' throat.  Sounds of sucking, slurping, and skin slapping filled
the air.  Suddenly, Jonas pulled off looking up at me.  I saw his hips
thrust down against Brad's face and stop; I knew that he was coming, dry
maybe but an orgasm is an orgasm.

I watched Jonas' face as he came, memorizing it, photographing it with my
mind's camera.  He closed his eyes, his lips contorted and then his mouth
fell open.  Quiet, gurgling sounds escaped his throat.  I fucked Brad
harder, determined to make him shoot.

A steady stream of precome had been pouring from Brad's cock since before I
had bottomed out in his ass, and his cock and abbs now glistened with
precome and spit.  Jonas redoubled his oral ministrations, he wanted that
male food.  I fucked with short, hard strokes, barely removing my cock from
his ass, pressing the shaft against his sweet-spot again and again, filling
my condom.

I had seen Jonas in some of his happiest moments but this one was at the
top of that list.  He was sandwiched between us.  Three naked, oversewed
males.  Our younger, little man didn't know who to kiss first.  We helped
by kissing him over every inch of his smooth boy body.  ...................

We are due to leave NYC for Amsterdam in a mere 72 hours.  In addition to
our usual schedule, I had two photo shoots for men's clothing and one for
kids ware.  We had important decisions to make relating to the Burger Boy's
commercials, Bob had to sign his teaching contract for the fall and
Margaret and Veronica were working with a magazine and two newspapers for
investigative articles.  The most important joint effort was our book deal.
We have been documenting everything relating to the Apollo's Flying Circus
in anticipation of this type of thing, now it looked like one publisher was
willing to step forward with a very large advance.

We need to sign on with an agent or at least I do, some arrangements for
Jonas and Shelley were needed and at least Bob and I had women standing by
looking to make our relationships a little more permanent.  Trevor
suggested we have a big family/group meeting telling us how well they
worked in his family.  He offered to organize and be the chairman for us.

I guess this is the one of Jason's main business organizational tools.  I
agreed as long as the children would be included, even if they didn't get
an official vote.  He assured me that was an important part of Jason's
approach and their vote was official.  I was most impressed with the way he
handled it.  We had a mini meeting, he and I, a few hours before so I could
outline the issues I knew about.  Trevor then went to everyone else to get
their issue list.  Trevor created an agenda.  He had the thing divided into
three groups personal/family issues and economic/professional issues, agent
selection.  I was surprised to find Rupert and Stuhec on our agenda in
several places.

Trevor called the meeting to order early in the morning.  I think Jonas was
still half asleep but Shelley was bright eyed and ready.  We quickly
disposed of Brad and Linda's immediate future, grade 12 in the current high
schools.  Bob was taking a Job at the School for the Deaf in Vancouver, Wa.
Stuhec gave us projections about the size of Jonas' and Shelley scholarship
funds.  They were more than adequate for them to be students at St. Andrews
as well as Bob's school.  Jonas was not my usual little man he seamed lost
or confused.  Shelley was jumping up and down with excitement I think she
grasped just what Stuhec and Rupert were saying.

"That settles it then, Shelley and Jonas will attend St. Andrews, Bob will
teach at the School for the Deaf, Margaret and Veronica can run their
writing business from an office that shares studio space with Apollo
Images."

"Not quite buddy.  Linda and I can attend St. Andrews too so we can help
with the book."

"Can you afford that?  St. Andrews costs a lot."

"Sure, I've been going over your accounts, and if you get us three or four
assignments during the year and add contributions from my dad and the
Newfelds we can afford it."

Okay, the first decision was now changed.  At that point we had Jonas'
attention in a big way.  Not only would he be in boarding school with
Shelley but Bob would still be his ASL teacher and his man and his best
buddy would be living just down the street.  The kid came to life like
nothing I have ever seen.  He was up and moving around the room signing to
everyone, especially Bob.

"Are you sure the Abitsfords and Sanders are willing to send them so far
away to a boarding school?"  When I asked that question all the color
drained from Shelley face.  I guess she never even thought her parents
would object.

"I have already talked to them and both families have agreed.  I did need
to sweeten the pot a bit for Simon by offering him some business
opportunities in Vancouver, such as yours and Derek's.  I think the
Abitsford's will expand their business to the Portland area.  Jason is
willing to be a silent partner in that effort."  Rupert reported.

Trevor reviewed everything but managed to avoid any mention of marriage
except to remind us about Jason and Eva, and the children's and my well our
participation.

Shelley and Jonas went around the room to each one of us presenting a kiss
and thanking us for making sure they would be together and for including
them in the decision process.

"Do we really have that much money?"  And I thought Jonas was not paying
any attention.

"Sure do," Wilber replied.  "And you will have a lot more when the
commercial and modelling royalties come in," Brad added.

"After school starts you kids get paid for your appearances, pictures and
what ever.  In fact, you two are a partnership and one of your dad's
clients."  Rupert went on to explain to them and all of us how he arranged
things for them.  He presented a partnership agreement to Veronica and
Margaret as well.  I was blown away, I think we all were.  Trevor got
control of the meeting again.

We reviewed the proposals from the various agents.  Rupert did not like
some of the proposed contract terms or other features and advised us on
what he thought could be changed.  We voted to all go with the same agent.
Some were more specialized in the literary, graphic arts or performing arts
but all could deal with our talent range.  Rupert thought we could improve
the terms of the proposals since we already had several projects arranged,
Apollo had a large catalogue and Brad modelling clients.  We voted,
deciding to go with the agent recommended by Stuhec and Rupert's daughter.
Trevor was very considerate and made a big deal of getting Jonas' and
Shelley's vote.  He wanted them to feel they had a real say about their
lives.

I was sure impressed with Trevor's chairperson skills.  If nothing else he
was sure well educated.  I guess Jason school of management is doing its
job.  I must remember to tell Jason that next time I see him, which will be
in a few days.  Thinking of Jason in a business context, brought out other
emotions and feeling about my friend, mostly related to my desire for his
body.