Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 22:10:23 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 9

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by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

Just a reminder about being of legal age to read this story and so on.
Please enjoy my story.

9: Living In The Midwest

I made sure Brad was kept up to date on everything.  He commented that Gary
was all over him at the store.  Had Plato not been with him he would
probably still be locked in one of his fitting rooms.  Gary is a small and
thin man in his late 20's.  He has dark curly hair, always seems to look
like he needs a shave, with bright eyes and a nice body.  His most striking
features are his thick lips, wide mouth and well shaped butt.  The kind of
mouth you can just envision you cock sliding in and out of and his
moderately sized bubble butt, that his tailored clothing shows off to good
advantage.  You can also easily envision you cock sliding in and out of it
too.

I visited the store and had Gary select 6 thongs for me and 6 for Brad.
Gary suggested the new Jockey model in a variety of colors.  He also
cautioned me to keep a close eye on Brad growth when ordering non stretch
stuff.  Gary reminded me, that once the underwear package was opened he
could not take them back.

"Lets try one pair on, I think your crotch is still a little to tight."
leading me into a fitting room.

Gary immediately dropped to his knees and opening my 501's, pulling them
and my Jockey bikinis off giving a deep throating like I have never had
before.  Well I had not had all them many before, except from Brad.  Being
a smaller man he sat on the floor and opened his mouth placing my cock into
it.  Now fuck it he mumbled.  It is hard to talk with a mouth full of cock.
I pushed my hips forward and lowered my elevation by bending my legs my
cock moved smoothly into and out of his large, open mouth.  Those thick
puffy lips were just wonderful as it slid effortlessly past them.

Helping me dress again and inspecting the fit of the new briefs he
commented how nice they looked, how well I filled them and how my crotch
was still in need of adjustments.  Gary asked if Brad could do for me what
he just did.  I said I didn't know Brad was his own man, not my bum boy.

I don't think he believed me saying, "I train young boys and teens like
Brad so they can properly serve their man, who are usually older than you,
but that's no matter.  It takes between one and two weeks depending on
their pervious experience."

He had other customers.  I promised to bring Brad back next time I came to
town for one of his expert fittings.  On the way to the pay station he
suggested I send him some samples of both Brad and I in our briefs as he
had some good contacts in the clothing and advertising world, we might find
some work as models if not a model and photographer team.  I took his
privet e-mail address.  I would talk to Brad about sending samples, as to
training I think I'll just let that one drop. I am curious what his
"training" would consist of and how young was young.  Perhaps Gary's
contacts are more porn related then advertising?

Brad was settling in at school and even liked it.  His summer experience
had given him a new confidence and that seemed to make a big difference in
his social life.  He assured me Milton was pleased with his "older boys".
He did not like sharing a room with his dad, "the man's just too sexy and
not having you, I'm just hard all the time," he complained.

His family were also very interested in all our adventures and made sure
all their friends knew Brad was one of Jonas' rescuers.  They had newspaper
clippings of my wire service photos.  Brad also discovered his new found
confidence was a girl magnet.  I suggested it was the combination of self
confidence and some indifference toward them as sex objects, and his recent
notoriety.  Since he was not on the make, having Linda, Bob and me in the
background, they were more willing to be friendly toward him.  It's just a
bit of mystery exactly why but I found the same thing on this end.  All
kinds of women and quite a few men were hanging around me.  One special
lady was Margo.

She is a local model who poses for figure drawing classes, photographers
and so on.  She told me I was the first straight photographer she had met,
that didn't try to get in her pants on the first meeting.  I felt good
about her comment.  I knew I was not exactly straight but I'm not gay
either, I like the idea of being bi and best of all the gays and the
straights both think I'm one of them.

Brad was quite a gentleman and didn't ask how many meetings or dates it
took.  It took three but that was the first week, most of the second week
was spent in bed.  I know Brad was not able to work that fast with the high
school girls or boys.  Margo likes to fuck, in every position and in both
holes.  She is good with her mouth but has a preference of my cock between
her legs.

After a brief stop in Bellingham I raced across the northern states to
arrive in St. Charles, with a few days to spare.  I passed by many
wonderful sights, feeling guilty that I did not have time to explore or
hardly even took out the camera, except at Wall South Dakota.  I stayed on
I 90 all the way, wanting to visit that giant phallic symbol Devils Tower
but didn't this time.  I hate driving long distances alone but I managed to
enjoyed it never the less, mostly by planning future visual projects.  The
weather was fine with just a little crispness in the late September air.
While in Bellingham I had a CD player installed in the old Jeep to help
ease the long lonely road hours.  It did too.

My dad's cousin Demeter, uncle Thomas' older sister and her family live in
St. Charles.  It will be a bit of a hike to Berwyn and to downtown but
manageable on public transit.  Her children, two boys, no longer lived at
home so Brad and I had their room.  Demeter and John, Grantzities are
gracious and generous people; accustomed to young men in the house and
appreciative of having some activity again in their lives.  Their sons,
Theo the younger and Chris the older, married with a small grandchild,
would come every Sunday for a big family meal.  It was a good socialization
experience for Brad and I to join the extended family on the frequent a
basis.

After I got settled and unpacked, I went up to Berwyn to collect Brad and
his stuff.  During the month Milton had sold his house, moved his wife into
an apartment, stored most of his belongings and made sure she was getting
the mental and physical medical help needed.  Milton also convinced his
wife not to ever talk to those people again, pointing out how her
information made it possible for our shadow adventure.  I suspect the FBI's
interview created an even more powerful deterrent.  He came down to
St. Charles with us, to meet Demeter and John.

Mom had taken care of the economic arrangements.  Sending with me a bank
card for Brad and checks for Demeter.  Milton had made Plato, Brad's
guardian and organized the school transfer on the Chicago end.  Uncle John
worked in the telecommunications industry and Aunt Demeter worked half days
in a flower shop.

Brad and I were both totally sex starved and deprived.  I think my right
hand had been over worked lately and I'm sure Bard's was too.  As soon as
were were alone it was kiss, hug and fondle time.  For the next few nights
we fucked and sucked so often my cock was getting just a bit tender.  Brad
really liked his new thongs and attempted to model them.  They did fit
exactly as promised but they sure didn't stay on his body long.

I put my arm around Brad's waist and pulled the boy close to me.  I planted
a slow, lingering kiss on Brad's lips.  We hugged each other close, our
tongues began to entwine and the shafts between their legs began to
respond. The kisses we shared were full of passion, but not lust.  We
realized the depth of the bond between us.

Brad felt my hand start to surround his cock and he lowered his hand to
mine.  We began to masturbate each other, the kisses never breaking off.
The sensations of tongue meeting tongue and hands on flesh where wonderful.
I spread his legs slightly and put Brad's cock between my thighs.  Brad got
mine between his legs, too, and the we began to slide our cocks in and out
of the space between each other's legs.

That let us free our hands up to explore each other's bodies more
completely The light mist of water in the air made it easy for us to slide
our hands over each other, and lubricated the cocks between our legs.  Brad
was the first to come.  His loads dropped to the floor of the room, some
falling onto my calves, then running down the my legs, onto the floor, then
down the drain in the center of the shower.  Feeling the pulsing between my
legs and the sensation of Brad's testicles grinding against my own, I too
ejaculated.

We continued kissing, our breathing heavier as we moved our hands up onto
each other's shoulder blades, still pulling ourselves close together, but
letting our crotches begin to separate.  Brad reached for a handful of soap
and began to wash my chest, then his own.  I filled my hand and began
spreading the soap anywhere he could put his hands.  The fondling began to
become more methodical and we two boys cleaned each other's bodies.

We separated and finished rinsing ourselves off.  Brad finally reached over
and turned off the water, which gave me an opportunity to reach outside the
shower and find two towels.  We dried each other off, touching each other
as we worked.  By the time we stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom,
we were rock solid.  We crawled onto our bed and began to neck again,
pressing our hard shafts onto each other as we embraced.  It didn't take
long for me to wind up on top straddling myself over Brad's waiting
phallus.  Brad holding his cock steady, guiding it to it's mark, I slowly
sank down onto it.  In the half dark, I rode Brad slowly, feeling his cock
buried deep inside myself.  I wiggled around in order to feel it every way
possible as I slid up and down on it.

Brad could feel my muscles tighten around his shaft as he was ridden.  His
hand reached for my cock, but before he could start using it, I brushed it
away.  Brad was wiggling around under me now, trying to do everything he
could to bury his cock as deeply as possible into me with each of my
pushes.  He was getting closer and closer bucking of his hips into my
buttocks.  It had been over an hour since we entered the shower together
and neither had said a word to the other.  I finally leaned back,
supporting the weight of my body on my arms, my hands planted on the bed on
either side of Brad's knees.  I was able to raise his hips more and began
to push even harder upward and deeper into me when I came down on Brad's
shaft.  The pace began to quicken.  Brad's hand now surrounded my shaft,
pumping on it with firmness, making me thrust forward into the grip, then
back down onto his cock.  My head began to fly backward, my face looking up
as I felt incredible sensations began to wrack my young body.  Brad, too,
must have felt similar sensations and he began to feel the come well up in
the base of his cock, ready to push up.

I was the first to explode, sending pulse after pulse up into the air, then
down onto Brad's chest, a few of the dots of sperm landing on my cheek and
chin. Then I felt Brad's warm liquids begin to fill the condom in my ass.
Brad thrust his hips upward frantically.

We almost seemed to freeze in a moment of time gasping for air, trying to
get control over ourselves, recovering from the tremendous sexual feelings
we had just experienced.  I felt my arms start to turn rubbery and tried to
straighten out, finally speaking for the first time in hour.

Brad, grab my arm and help me sit up, "please," gasped I, as he lifted an
arm and held it out for me to grab.  Brad helped me upright, then I slowly
fell forward onto him.  Brad reached up and put his hands on my shoulders,
slowing my fall, then when our chests pressed together, Brad's arms
encircled me, pulled them together with a hug.

"Wow," said Brad softly.  I lifted his head slightly and again kissed my
sex partner, then laid my head back onto his chest.

"Wow is right," I whispered into Brad's ear.

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

Milton's departure was quite emotional for his children.  Brad was sad to
see him go and his younger brother and sister were quite up set.  I would
miss his wit, candor and friendship, but he's not my dad so parting was
less traumatic.  Brad was glad to see me again, as I was him, but I just
describe that.  It was as if we had never been apart, well after the first
night of love making anyway.  This changing of the guard had him going in
two directions at once, so to speak.  It took the boy a few days to
reorganize himself.

The master class was broken into a few days each week for three weeks and a
two week brake and then three days.  This gave us time to get outdoor and
studio assignments completed.  It also meant I did not need to fight rush
hour traffic into Loop all that often.  Brad made sure I got to all the
sights in Chicago: museums, galleries, parks, zoos and the like.  Through
another student, I was able to get Brad some modeling work too.  He posed
for several clothing outfits and one advertising group.  I was right about
his talent.  He took to the modeling like a fish to water.  His body was
just right for the clothing Jeans, shorts, even sweets all just seemed to
hand off his curves in the most provocative way.  The advertising people
like his boyish looks and wide set eyes.

We made several weekend trips into Wisconsin for the fall color and spent a
few days in Milwaukee, another source of good urban subjects.  I also got
several galleries to hang my stuff, one in St. Charles, one in and two in
Chicago, downtown and on the north side.  When the Sun Times and Tribune
learned of my openings they ran a brief piece.  The Tribune photographer
praised my, from the hip shots, that the wire service had passed along.
She thought I should think about photojournalism.  I was flattered saying I
would consider it.  In reality I don't think I am ready to tie myself to
that kind of a schedule, its not me, not at this point in my life anyway.
After the master class finished and though one of the Art Institute staff,
I received a challenging commission.

A local author was working on a book about the public clocks of Chicago.
He had lots of archival stuff but wanted modern shots of many that are
still in existence.  This was quite a challenge but I was able to get the
job done before the end of November.  I managed to take a number of street
scenes and character shots while following up on these various locations.
Some were quite a challenge like the clock over Marshal Field's main
entrance, on State Street.  Since the clock is on the southeast corner and
given the sun location at this time of the year I had only about a 30
minuet early afternoon time window.  As luck would have it, I was able to
arrange to shoot from a window washing stage working on the east side of
the building, located on the north west corner.  It did cost me a dozen
bottles of Moose Head, a beer from Nova Scotia but that's a small price to
pay for a unique prospective.

These buildings are old style, the one I was working from had large
windows, many of which still open.  I only needed to get as high as the
third or fourth floors.  Right on schedule the stage stopped at the third
floor hallway window.  The building maintenance people opened it for me.
The opening was only about 2.5 feet high so I had to hand my equipment our
and them more or less crawl out.  The stage is narrow and a bounced as my
weight was added to the two fellows already on it.  They are accustomed to
working on this kind of thing so a little swaying was normal, I on the
other hand, was not impressed.  I lay down on the stage at the southern end
and began taking pictures as the fellows raised us up about two floors and
then back down to the open window again.  By the time we finished, which
was only about fifteen minutes, I was feeling a bit more comfortable, even
when wind gusts increased our swaying, as we lowered back toward the open
window.  I guess concentrating on getting good images helped.  Getting a
slightly elevated view of this clock, turned out to be almost unique.  Lots
of pictures are available taken from the ground but few from above were
ever published.  Oh, I took some street level shots too.  It was the
elevated prospective that made it to the book's cover.

Brad had developed an active social life, mostly around his grade 11
friends and having been recognized as one of Jonas' heroes helped too.
Several had older sisters for me, since I had the drivers license and Brad
was still taking lessons.  He passed his test by mid November so I now had
some help with the long distance driving.  I did not think it fair of him
or me, to establish any relationships in the Chicago area, knowing our stay
was so temporary.  Besides Brad was still professing love for Linda, mostly
by e-mail.  I was also looking forward to more time with Margo, a lot more
time.  That did not stop us from some passionate non intercourse liaisons
and lots of parties.

Demeter often mentioned how much we reminded her of Plato and Thomas when
they were teens.  We took that as a compliment.  Soon after or arrival, her
youngest son Theo started paying more frequent visits during the week.  We
started to get aquatinted with him on a more relaxed informal basis.  Theo
was a newly graduated electrical engineer and obviously more interested in
boys then girls.

Agent Snipe called us in mid November.  He was sure that some of the cult
people had passed on the information to our shadows but as yet could not
build a conspiracy case.  He did not think they knew we were in the Chicago
area until the Sun Times and Tribune stories about my opening, that is.
They were still working on it.  Although he did not feel we were in any
danger, we should keep our eyes open and contact him ASAP if suspicious
events surfaced.  For the time being the cult people were keeping a very
low profile.

We chose to celebrate Christmas in Chicago leaving for Bellingham on the
27th.  We would celebrate Orthodox Christmas with my family since it runs
on a different calendar and occurs about 10 or 12 days later.  Brad and I
went with his family to midnight mass and spent the day eating and playing
with the younger children.  Brad's mom was making good progress and he was
beginning to get along better with her.  Milton had convinced him that he
must be supportive and kind to her, she needs everyone's help to get
better.  Brad showed great courage and compassion, I was proud of him.

It was cold and snowing as we left Chicago on our trip west, a strong
northwest wind, called an Alberta Clipper, was blowing out of Canada.  The
Jeep was packed even tighter then it had been last summer.  Uncle John
helped us set up a large roof top container to hold all the excess.  Brad
wanted to pay a visit to Columbia falls (West Glacier) on our way west.  I
had failed in my attempt so Brad was pleading with Plato on the phone for a
little extra time, before reporting to his new school, but not getting very
far.

Demeter interrupted the conversation and spoke to dad in Greek.  I don't
speak Greek all that well, just enough to be polite to grandparents, order
food or get directions.  I could only understand part of what she was
saying, the gist was they are just like you and Thomas at that age.  The
boy needs to find his feet and this girl means so much to him, like
Aphrodite meant to you, remember.  Now back off and give him some space,
she said in English.  She reminded him how many times he hitch hiked from
Evanston to Urbane when he was a student, just to hold his girl's hand.
Now I could only hear one side of the conversation.  John asked me in Greek
if I understood what she was saying.  I repeated my understanding in
English for Brad's benefit.  He smiled and nodded, I had the gist of it,
telling Brad you will get your time, Demeter is very persuasive.  She was,
Brad did.  I don't think Plato is very good at saying no to my mother or
Demeter.

Our drive turned out to be quite an adventure, even without camping or
shadows.  We left very early in the morning before the traffic got to
heavy.  Once on the Tristate toward Rockford and Madison we encountered
blowing snow.  I was glad one of John's relatives ran a service center and
had personally gone over the old Wagerer before we departed.  I was also
glad we had 4 wheel drive, as not all the roads had been plowed yet.  We
took I 94 through the Twin Cities planning to stop for the night in
Fargo-Mourhead.  The snow storm was in full tilt and the Wisconsin and
Minnesota police were advising people not to travel.  But, travel we did,
those warnings are for wimps anyway, well that was our attitude.

When the snow was not blowing into our faces it was streaking across the
road about 6" above the pavement.  I called ahead and secured a room for us
in Moorhead at the Best Western, knowing we would be in quite late, lets
hear it for American Express, as we got the last one.  Brad had his first
winter snow storm driving experience that day.  He is a good driver and
learned fast, so over all things went well.  Mostly we pulled in behind a
two or three semi convoy and just motored.  We stopped every couple of
hours to change drivers, top up the fuel and of course eat.  I am sure
Wisconsin and Minnesota are beautiful places but all we saw was lots of
snow.

The ring road 694 on the north side of Minneapolis was something else.
SUV's were wheels up in the ditch every few miles and we must have passed a
dozen multi car accidents.

"Ever wonder why you see more SUV's in the ditch then ordinary cars, Brad?"

"No, but now that you mention it, hay we drive the original SUV."

"True but we drive it, we don't point it, and we know 4 drive is not magic.
SUV stands for "Stupid User Vehicle", you know."

We both had to laugh at that but it is true.  The bulk of SUV are never
driven off road or in the "bush" like ours is.  The bulk of SUV drivers
don't know how to drive them.

It took us a long time to get through that mess but once west of the city
things improved, well the traffic lightened up considerably.  A few times
the Jeep started to spin out on black ice but over all we managed without
any major incidents.  It was white knuckle driving at its finest.

Darkness had been with us for some time and only a few other cars and
trucks were still on the road when I noticed the rest stop sign, partly
obscured by the snow that had built up on its surface.

"Brad, Rest stop in two miles, I need a piss pot."

"You got it," he responded and began decelerating.

We turned slowly into the drive, which had a slight grade to it.

"Better put it in 4 drive."

"You got it."

We slowly entered the parking lot stopping at the restroom.  These
Minnesota rest stops are large, well lit and clean.  Only one other car was
in the lot and judging by its accumulation of snow, had been there a while.
The snow was beginning to drift up and the walks were covered.  We left the
Jeep running and ran into the men's room.

"Relief is not a Coke its a long piss."

"You can say that again."

I was a bit slower than Brad, he went into the lobby to look at the large
wall map.  We were joking and talking, I guess a little bit loudly when the
ladies room door flew open.  A young woman, I would guess in her late
teens, came rushing out.  She seemed quite frantic.

"How did you get here," she inquired in a hurried and agitated voice.

"The normal way I guess in our Jeep," I replied.

"Are you in some difficulty," Brad asked?

"Yes, yes," she replied, her eyes darting around the room and inspecting
us.

"Can we help you in some way?"

"My car won't start, I have been here for hours and my baby is..." she
began sobbing.

Brad picked up the pay phone but it was dead.

"Where is the baby," I asked?

She ran back into the ladies room and brought out a small baby carrier with
a child bundled in blankets.

"He is sleeping but he is so hot and has been fussing ever since we got
stuck here."

"Would you like to call someone," I said pulling my cell out of my pocket?

"Oh yes, could I," she replied as I handed her the phone?

She talked to her husband and her and dad but neither could get their cars
out, both were stuck, telling them where she was.  They had been frantic
wondering why she was so late.

"We can take you to Fergus Falls," I offered.

"Oh, could you, please," she exclaimed.

"No problem, we will just have to squeeze a bit but we can do that." She
relayed that information to her family saying we would call again in a few
minutes.  Brad held out his arms for the baby,

"I've got little ones at home, here let me hold him, I'm Brad and this is
Apollo."

She handed Brad the carrier and he immediately examined the little boy's
face.

"I'm Melissa and this is Nathan," she said.

"Were pleased to meat you and help you."

"Anything else to take along," I asked?

"Yes, I'll get it," Melissa replied as she disappeared into the ladies room
emerging with a large dipper bag, her hand bag and another small package.

"Is that your car over their," Brad asked?

"Yes the dam thing has a poor battery and after I got Nathan changed, it
would not stat, that was 3 hours ago."

"Need anything from it?"

"No nothing, I got it all here."

We bundled up and quickly walked to the Jeep.  Melissa got in and took
Nathan, Brad stuffed the dipper bag, carrier and other things in the back,
I'm not sure how he found the room.  I guess its the "corn flakes
principal," what starts out full consolidates or settles over time, with
the shaking and vibration of travel, I guess.

We settled in, buckled up and headed for Fergus Falls, about 20 miles west.
Melissa called her family again, telling them who she was with and finding
out which side roads were open.  Fergus Falls is a medium to small town and
she lived on the north east side.  None of the streets or roads were
plowed, so we put the 4 drive on again and just took it slow.  Nathan woke
up and began fussing.  He probably wanted to eat.  Brad did a credible job
of being a contortionist reaching a bottle from the bag he stuffed in the
back.  Nathan was most appreciative.  He was a cute little baby with blond
hair and blue eyes and a very loud cry when he wanted something.  Melissa
was a small, slightly built woman with long blond hair, blue eyes and a
little round mouth.  She smiled a lot.

We were having a bit of a hard time with all the snow drifts in the town
and pulled into the 7-11, which was still open.  I took it that the staff
was stuck in the place.  Melissa called home again, while Brad and I put
the chains on.  Us northwest coasters, know about mountain passes in the
winter and most of us carry a set of chains in the winter, `be prepared' is
still my motto.  It only took us about 10 minutes to get them on and after
we coffied up and warmed up, we were off again.  The chains restrict your
speed to about 30 mph but almost nothing will stop a Jeep in 4 wheel drive
with chains on.  We delivered Melissa and Nathan to her very concerned
husband Bob and Father Ralph; pulled Ralph's car out of the ditch, received
many thanks, another good hot coffee and were on our way.  They tried to
pay us but I would not hear of it.

"How can we repay your kindness," Melissa inquired flashing an earnest
smile.

"If the opportunity ever arises to help someone else and you do it, we have
been compensated by ten," I replied.  Brad handed Ralph one of my business
cards,

"Apollo is one hell of a photographer, have a look at his web site, I know
you will enjoy it."

That kid never misses an opportunity.  Bob made sure we had his phone
number and mailing address, insisting we stop in, if ever Fergus Falls
again.  I promised to do that as we would probably be making several trips
east in the coming months.

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

One of your author's and therefore Apollo and Brad's real life friends and
part time mentor, is a long time amateur photographer who has just gone
commercial.  He was the inspiration for that side of Apollo and his nature
images.  Having grown up in Wisconsin he provided first hand knowledge of
this part of the world.  His new web site is As I Found It
(http://asifoundit.com) please have a look.  Consider this as Brad handing
you AIFI's card.