Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2010 19:02:11 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 3

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


3: Cementing the Bond

When we rolled in, Jim's truck was sitting in the drive and he was sitting
in the cabin.  We appeared arms loaded with stuff.  Jim had the coffee
ready and after we put things away we held a mini conference.  The plan he
devised was cleaver and convoluted, it involved the FBI, State Authorities
and his staff.  It also involved us.  He wanted Brad and I to do some
playacting and photography for the Forest Service.  He had borrowed some
real fancy surveillance cameras and stuff from the FBI but he needed a
qualified photographer to set it up and run it.  Now it could be a bit
dangerous, we don't know how violent these people will be...  Icing on the
cake, a little danger to add drama.  No risk, not a true adventure.

He and some of his people would be with us, "you know to protect you from
the bears."

"Oh, I see we are hired to take wildlife pictures."

"Yes, any wildlife we might see and bears especially.  Its part of some
migration research just above the camp along the National Forest boundary
road."

"Okay."

"By the way do you still have Brad's old clothing?"

"Yes in the Jeep, why?"

"I need to build a scarecrow."  We looked more then a bit puzzled.

"You know those pesky jays and magpies will get in our way, sometimes they
even alert the bears to your blind location, now we don't want that to
happen do we?"

I got him the pants, wind breaker and Brad handed over his ball cap, which
Jim promised to replace with an official Nation Forest Service issue.

"Don't forget to dress in your camouflage coveralls and prepare to be in a
blind."  He showed us on a map where to meet him and his staff.  In the
morning at first light.  "Better get some sleep boys, it will be a long
day."

It was a long day too.  We found the rangers in an old gravel pit near the
boundary road.  Loaded on quads in the dark and headed up the hill, along
the goat trail called a road.  When we got to the appointed place we could
see why he chose it, or could we?  Stuck in a small tree was a radio
antenna the kind used for radio collar location signals.  Next to the tree
in clear view of the camp was the scare crow.  It did look a lot like Brad,
a crash test dummy dressed like Brad anyway.  You could not quite see it
from the trail as some bushes in the way were just thick enough.  From that
angle it did look very real.

I opened the FBI boxes to find some very fancy equipment.  I set up a 24:1
zoom video camera in the tree as Jim instructed.  It could not be seen but
it could sure see the whole area including the scarecrow and the trail.  We
miked the area with 4 feeds and I sinked the sound.  The camera had a huge
set of aux batteries and a monster magazine.  It could have run for hours.
It came with a real fancy remote control, allowing me to operate it from
the blind.

The blind was on the other side of a large limestone rock that lay on top
of a low 5 or 6 foot high, brown shale rock outcrop that stretched along
the forest side of the trail.  We were to be on that side behind the rock.
From the blind's location we had a lovely view of a swampy meadow.  A moose
pasture.  I set up my still camera with the 500 mm lens on a low tripod,
just in case some park animals happen along.  I should at least earn my
fees, I thought.  Several of the rangers had long rifles and all had side
arms.  One female officer had a hand held video camera too.  This all took
about two hours.  The sun would rise in the east very soon and light up the
scare crow and its antenna.  I finished programming the camera making sure
the functions all worked, managing to film about half of the preparations.
All the rangers were play acting and talking about the dangerous bears in
the area and how important it was to make radio contact with the big male
and on and on.  I could see this was not prime bear habitat and so could
they and bears don't migrate they have fixed territories.

We watched the activity below through the high powered field glasses and
spotting scopes.  All of a sudden two or three of what Brad identified as
councilors, noticed the scare crow antenna combination.  They waved at it
but it did not wave back.  They tried shouting, it said nothing.  Like the
Tar Baby of the Br'er Rabbit (Harris' Uncle Reams) story.  And just like
modern Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear would do, the councilors got on quads and
headed up the hill.  But not before they got their own filed glasses and
surveyed the site.

Just up the hill some of the rangers had placed cutouts of caribou in the
trees, and spread caribou pellets along the trail just below our blind.
The camp nimrods figured they would kill two birds with one trip, bag a
caribou for camp meat and bring back the stray camper at the same time.
While they headed our way, Jim filled us in on his plan and the nature of
his trap.

The rangers moved two of the targets into partial site of the trail.  His
plan was to get Brad to bate them by telling them not to approach him and
refusing to come down himself.

"Make them come and get you.  But always stay behind the rock close to the
ground.  If we are in luck they will shoot at one of the targets.  If not
just caring a loaded firearm in the Forrest is enough.  If you can get them
to threaten you that's good too.  As soon as we have them the State Police,
FBI and State Fish and Game will serve search warrants on the camp.  Can
you play this game boys?"

"Even Falconer's Bear couldn't stop us, I replied."

"Ya, what he said," Brad chimed in.  I guess Brad had not read any
Falconer.

It took about 30 minutes for the nimrods to show up.  The Wardens had
placed some brush and trees on the trail so they had to park their quad and
come the last bit on foot.  I turned on the camera.  As soon as they
reached a predefined point, Brad called to them not to come any closer.
They had been trying to sneak up, why I don't know the quads they had made
lots of noise.  Bard called again and they stopped.  One saw the caribou
cutouts and fired a shot.  Brad called again to get their attention
claiming they were trying to kill him.  "No, just a caribou!"  They tried
to reason with Brad to come back.  He told them to go to hell, in fact he
called them several unkind names, child molesters and so on.  He would
never go back with them.  They were getting angry and kept advancing.  Brad
warned them he would run again.  They claimed they would catch him.  "Not
alive you won't!"

"Then dead they call back!"

At that point Jim and 4 other rangers appeared and told them to drop the
guns and they were under arrest.  He called the boys below on his radio and
lights and sirens went off at the camp.  They were ushered away before they
realized we were behind the rock.  I turned off the camera and we cleaned
up the mass and packed up the gear.

When we came down the cops wanted our statements about threats and Jim got
our statement about the hunting.  He only asked if we photographed any
wildlife.  "No, to much noise it was a wasted trip from that aspect."

"Did we see any?"

"Well we saw what we thought might be caribou but they were partly obscured
by the trees and after the shot they would have been gone."

"Did you see any caribou sign?"

"Oh yes."

"Did you go and see if the shot we herd hit anything?"

"Yes, but could find no evidence of a wounding.  They must have missed."

We learned later, fish and Game found wild meat in the freezers at the camp
so the whole place, all its contents were sold as spoils of illegal
hunting.  The FBI found evidence of them making pornographic films at the
camp and with some of the actors, or campers being under 18, it was child
porn, so when they get out of jail for the hunting violation its off to
federal prison.  The campers were all sent home.  Brad mailed his postcard
the next day, by the time his mom would get it she would know all about the
criminal charges, the raid and realize Brad was not home with the other
campers.  I got him to phone her a week or so later.  His mom had probably
suffered a lot not knowing if he was safe.  Brad would not say he was sorry
but he did forgive her for forcing him into the camp in the first place.
He also talked to his brother and sister.  They were okay but missed him.
He missed them too but not enough to leave his summer adventures with the
"god of light".

That was a long hard day and when we returned Jim's wife invited us for
dinner.  By now we were in need of a good shower and a real bed to sleep
in, but it would have to be delayed for one more night in the cabin.  While
I wrote up my notes, which didn't take very long, Bard packed up stuff.  We
got ready for bed.

"Brad you did one hell of a job today, you weren't even scared."

"Thanks bud, but I was scared a little, after he fired that shot, a lot.
You were great though."

"Me"

"Ya, you, I found it hard to be anything but brave with you laying on top
of me pushing that boner into my ass."

"Oh, I hoped you wouldn't notice."

"Notice what your 160 pounds or your ten inches."

"My 8 inches, I didn't mean it to offend."

"Oh it didn't offend, so much as surprise."

"Well, it surprised me too."

"What do you mean it surprised you too."

"I was surprised, given the circumstances that I had one and how good it
felt pressing between your butt cheeks."

"That felt good?"

"Yes, it felt good with my groin pressed against your small perfectly
shaped ass and my boner pressed between those perfectly symmetrical cheeks
felt good and I was scared too, scared something would happen to you
before..."

"You want my ass don't you?"  I did not want to respond to his question.

"I'm both flattered and scared, Apollo," he said sitting up and looking
down at me in the darkness.

"Scared of what Brad, scared I'll force myself on you?"

"No man, scared you won't try and scared that if you do I'll like it.
That's why I ran from the camp, I knew my turn was coming and I was afraid
I would like it, afraid I would want it, and a bit scared it would hurt
too."

"Brad," I said sitting up myself. "You don't have to be afraid of anything.
What if you like it, so you like it and if you don't you don't."

"Have you ever?"

"No, I've never even touched another boy's cock or anything." (I lied.)

I know how much I like girls, I know how much boys excite me, they always
have.  The human figure has always turned me on.  When I was little I would
look at the figures in the photo figure study books for hours, at the time
I understood only the form and shapes, the shadows and textures.  When I
hit 13 my little penis would get so hard every time I saw them, then I knew
what sensuality was."

"Girls are Ok but boys have always turned me on, I mean really turned me
on.  When they would reach between my legs and fondle me and masturbate me
I liked it, oh I really liked it.  When ever you touch me I like it to.
I'm just not sure I can allow myself to be gay.  I'm afraid if my dad..."

"This is deep man, but I don't think you need to be worried about your dad
or anybody else right now.  I think you got to worry about Brad and how to
chase his daemons away."

"But my dad is so navy and how can he possible have a gay son?"

"Real easy if that son in fact is gay.  What happened to don't ask, don't
tell," I said?

"You don't understand, if I'm not gay why would I be afraid I would like
it, why do I pull a boner ever time I see your sexy body?"

"I'm not sure, I feel the same way about you but I still find girls
attractive and I still want sex with them, what does that make me?  I
figure I would go with the flow and just see where things lead.  I know
lots of gay guys, met a lot in school.  I was never turned on by them, any
more then the girls.  I guess I'm willing to swing both ways."

"That's called bisexual," the 15 year old informed me.  "You think maybe
I'm bi?"

"Why not, I don't know.  I do know that as teens we need to experiment and
find our place in the order to things."

"Would you be offended if I kissed you?"

"Would you be offended if I returned that kiss?"

I felt him put his arms around my waist, and lean in closer to my body.  I
could feel his heart beating faster.  Mine was too.  I was so excited and
speechless at the same time.  I just wanted him to make a move.  I have
thought about him for these past several days.  Brad's face leaned down
next to my own, and then he turned to kiss my neck.  I exhaled and relaxed
so much I almost collapsed.  He caught and held me up.  I turned to him,
and looked into his eyes, almost visible in the moonlight.  I imagined they
were so deep and filled with question.  Not that I could see them I just
knew that is how they would look.  I saw him lean in, and start to close
his eyes.  My lips moved closer to his, and I felt as if in an inescapable
trance.  I felt his warm lips touch mine, and we kissed.  My lips parted to
meet with his.  I felt his hot tongue slowly feel for mine.  They
intertwined, and it was bliss.  I moved my hands around his waist.  I
fingered his back, and then down to his butt. He let out a soft moan, and
kissed me harder.  His tongue went deeper into my mouth.  I could feel his
excitement.

My prick twitched in my briefs, as it started to stiffen even more then I
already was.  I could feel a drop squeezing out at the tip as my penis
strained against my briefs.  He moved away from kissing me, and looked into
my eyes.  We started to kiss again.  He leaned back, as I started to lean
onto him.  I could feel his warm body pressing against mine.  There was
just a little sweet smell of the male sweat under his armpit, which aroused
me even more.  So I put my left arm round his shoulders too and cuddled him
closer to me.  As I held him close to me I could feel his heart beating
fast and strong.

We were both panting a bit with the heat and the excitement.  I slid my
free hand down Brad's smooth chest and stomach, till I could feel the curly
tops of his pubes.  Just an inch further, and his solid, thick prick was in
my eager hand.  It was a beauty almost 8", uncut and throbbing in my hand.
I felt his whole body shudder as I gripped his solid shaft and stroked it
gently.  I brushed the tip with my thumb.  There was a little droplet of
precome there, and I smoothed it over the head.

His lips focused on my neck and shoulders.  I pulled his briefs all the way
off and his cock flopped around a bit.  It stood up and quivered in the
night air.  I fell onto him, and locked onto his lips again.  Our bodies
met and his back was on the warm bed.  I moved to his neck, and chest.  I
didn't want to miss a spot with my tongue.  As I moved my face downwards
over his smooth chest, I could taste the salty sweat on his gorgeous boy
body.

I found his nipples and bit them gently.  He winced, but put his hands on
the back of my head so I wouldn't stop.  I looked back up at him, and his
head was back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly parted.  I moved to his
navel, and then inner thighs.  I wanted to make sure this lasted.  I moved
to his cock, and teased the tip with my tongue.  He pushed his hips up,
wanting me to take it in.  I grabbed the base, and guided it slowly into my
waiting mouth.  It was hot, and throbbed as I guided my lips up and down.
He moaned and moved his hands to my shoulders.  He didn't want me to stop.
My own cock was still confined, and it needed to be let loose.  I moved my
head off his cock and moved back up onto his lips.  He rolled on top of me,
and his hands went between my legs.  He began pulling my briefs down,
quickly got on his knees, and pulled them off.  My bare ass now exposed as
his was.  He kissed my ankles, and moved up to my knees wanting to get to
what was standing up between them.  My cock twitched in the night air,
waiting for him to touch it.

Waves of shivers flooded my body when his mouth made contact.  He took me
in one gulp, and pulled my cock with his lips.  He went faster and faster
as his hand tickled my balls.  I didn't want this to end.  He put his other
hand on my cock, now wet with saliva, and jerked and sucked me at the same
time.  For the blind leading the blind we were doing reasonably well.

I slid my body around so my cock was still in his mouth, but I wanted his
dick in me again.  He was lying right on top of me, with his cock and balls
pressing hard against my face.  I was sliding my hands down his back.  Down
and down, till I felt my finger tips touching the ring of his smooth
slippery butt.  As I pushed my finger in, first gently, then more roughly,
he suddenly rammed his huge, thick cock deep into my throat and started
pumping it in and out violently.  I could feel his blond curly pubes
battering against my face as he fucked my mouth.  I had all I could do to
hold back from gagging.

At the same time he was fingering my anus and pumping my throbbing cock
with his lips and tongue.  My mouth was filled with the salty taste of
sweat and pre-cum, I was almost suffocating as his throbbing meat rammed up
and down in my throat, but I didn't care.  It was sheer bliss!

"God," I said, "for two guys with little experience we sure did one hell of
a job."

"We sure did.  Does this mean we love each other?"

"I think it means we are in HDP, Hormonal Driven Passion and that may lead
to love, HDP is a form of love, I guess.  Brad, I love you."  We kissed
again long and passionately.

"Apollo, I love you too.  When did you first realize you were attracted to
me?"

"About halfway to the Jeep the afternoon we met, you?"

"About two minutes after you calmed me down, you were still sitting on me
and I thought I had be rescued by a god.  Now you are my god, the god
Apollo, the god of light.  Best of all I get to worship at Apollo's
personal Tempe," he whispered holding my limp cock giving it a squeeze.

"Brad," I said, "you know how the Greeks make love and worship their male
gods don't you?  It's called Greek Love.  It's taking it up the ass,"
placing my hand on his butt and gently pressing my fingers into his crack.

"I know, I'm not sure what to do though."

"I've seen and read enough porn to have a good idea, your Greek God will
teach you how to worship him and be worshiped by him."

We snuggled into the sleeping bag pressing our bodies into each other and
drifted off to sleep.

I liked sleeping with Brad as much as I liked sleeping with my old
girlfriend.  She was warm and soft but so was he.  He sucked cock better
then she ever did, and I liked sucking him better then licking her pussy,
at least right now I did.  Brad was still quite concerned what his dad
would say about the two of us.  I wondered what my parents would say too.
I figured they would just take it in stride and be as supportive as they
possible could be.  I assured him the CPO might not like it but would also
be supportive.  He obviously loved him and demonstrated he was willing to
back him up, few questions asked.  All would be okay.  As for his mother he
was still some pissed off at her, so he said little.