Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 22:40:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Photographing Boys

Initially written in 2008 this story was inspired by the vintage magazines
of the 60's & 70's. BOY PHOTO, PARADIS NATURISTA, BOY ART MAGAZINE,
LeENFANTS, PICCOLO to name a few. In today's world it is more about the
modeling web sites such as TBM, Models4u, Jaysmodels, Sons of Zeus; NewStar
and the like. Added to that are the collections of Smirnov, Krivon, Azov,
BSG; QT and other collections. Much of that work is benign, at least what
I've seen although there are plenty of "peekaboo" shots and even some
erections.

This story is an extension of one that I wrote in conjunction one titled A
Boys' Hobby and about the main character as a boy whose hobby is
photography.  That story is solely about boys playing together. Chapters 2,
3 & 4 of this story is the protagonist sharing that story of his childhood
with another boy so those chapters will mostly be boy-boy sex. In the
newest chapters there will be more man boy sex but since the protagonist is
a photographer of boys, well, more boy to boy sex. Now some 8 years later I
am finally extending the story. I hope it suits you.

N-joi... Hugs, Tag_m

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His thick black hair was long, the silky looking strands reaching almost
mid back and the front almost that long. The apparently well tended tresses
weren't stick straight but had a very slight bend to them but not enough to
call his hair wavy. He had come out the tropical forest at the trailhead
about fifteen feet from where I was sitting on a hunk of concrete watching
my guide Kavi along with the dozens of other boys as they swam and
frolicked in the water. The boy, dressed in loose fitting brilliant white
cotton pants and an equally white wife beater, almost glided as he walked
and the way he moved indicated a boy who was not lacking in confidence. He
smiled as he went past me, strikingly white teeth battling with huge dark
eyes for dominance on his smooth face. Like many of the other boys his skin
tone was a light but rich milk chocolate color and like half of the other
boys he appeared to be in his early teens to mid-teens. He was somewhat
taller, and of course like most of his countrymen, slender. As he walked
past me and on down the beach I shot a bunch of images, some focused on his
very delectable ass. I would discover, before the day was out, that his
name was Amol, which I found out later meant beautiful, exquisite, very
rare or priceless. The boy was all of that.

I'd been invited to Asia to do what I do, which is to photograph boys. A
lot of my work was straightforward photography of boy models in a studio
setting. But not all by any means. I continued to do plenty of shoots were
the boys were less clothed, some with boys that were in a, let's say, more
excited state and some were of boys together in a sexually aroused state.
Sometimes that was planned, often it wasn't. When you get a boy naked or
near naked he often wants to show off a little more skin than what you'd
find in a run of the mill over the counter magazine. Sometimes he wanted to
do things that you can't buy over the counter.

People that hired me were aware of boy behavior and encouraged me to shoot
whatever the boy would allow. For some of the models however, that was
precisely what they were there for; get naked, get hard, do the deed either
alone or with another boy or boys. One of the benefits was that they often
wanted to engage with me as well.

I had arrived on the continent earlier than planned in order to travel off
the beaten path and had arrived at the small town or village a few days
before and decided right away that I'd spend at least a week, maybe more,
there and found a nice two bedroom house to rent at the edge of town. Clad
much like the locals, so I didn't stand out as much like a sore thumb as I
could have, I'd been readily accepted and when I pointed my camera people
were always smiling and ready to accommodate me, especially the boys. For
mere pennies a day I'd hired an eleven year old boy to be my guide and
translator although most of the people I'd come in contact with spoke
enough passable English for me to get by.

My boy guide Kavi had taken me to this place on a river, the boys swimming
area, on our second day together saying that many children spent a few
hours each afternoon swimming in order to gain some relief from the hot
humid weather. I had noticed right off that there were no girls present and
when I asked him Kavi explained that they had their own area about a mile
away. It was a matter of privacy as many of the children and even some
adults swam naked. That certainly got my attention.

I could hear the laughter before we came out of the forest and onto a wide
expanse of beach along side the river. About a hundred feet out into the
river was a concrete bulwark that the older children were jumping or diving
from, indicating deeper water.  Kavi explained that about sixty years
before the village had sat on the site where we were but an unusually bad
flood had completely swept the village away killing many of its people in
the process. The village had been rebuilt where it now stood, in a much
safer spot. What the children were diving from was actually what was left
of the wall from the original town that had been used to help keep the
river at bay. In that flood the wall had been useless; the part of the
river between it and the shore had been caused during the flood and had
remained so since that time. Strewn helter skelter along the river's edge
and even in the river were chunks of concrete of various sizes and up the
beach or rivers edge were what was left of a bridge that had once crossed
the river, a few masonry pillars and roadway standing like sentinels at the
edges of the forest and the river.

The younger boys played and swam closer to shore or just laid in the sun
and unlike most of the older boys, they didn't wear swim suits in fact they
didn't wear anything. If they were bothered by having a stranger in their
midst they certainly didn't give any indication of it. They went about the
business of being boys and doing what boys anywhere did: frolicking,
wrestling, swimming or just plain sitting or walking around, many of their
brown bodies covered in sand or shiny from the water. There was some nice
looking flesh I must say even though I wasn't attracted to prepubescent
boys at all.

Of course there wasn't a circumcised cock in the entire batch, at least not
that I'd seen, but there were some nice ones, a few of the preteen boys
sporting appendages larger than their age might otherwise warrant. While
most of the boy's balls were still in crinkled bags held close to their
bodies there were a few who were starting to drop.

Although not on that first day, I discovered that Kavi was one of those
boys, one with a nice cock, and balls that hung freely between his smooth
brown thighs. How I found out was because he asked me if I minded if he
went swimming and of course I said that I didn't and he proceeded to strip
to his bare skin right there in front of me. Kavi had a pretty nice body, a
cock about four and a half inches hanging at the base of his flat pubic
bone. Like the rest of the boys he was totally unselfconscious about being
naked in front of me.

As Kavi and I walked slowly along the river I asked him if they boys would
mind me taking pictures. He said that they most likely they wouldn't and
once I actually started taking pictures many of the boys became quite
animated and of course it wouldn't do but they had to engage in antics like
bending over and exposing their puckered little butt holes, undulating
their hips in an imitation of fucking or moving them in circles to try and
get their dicks to swing about. Of course there was the obligatory
wrestling and on more than occasion one boy would end up with another boy's
crotch right in his face which didn't seem to faze either of the players.

As I said, a majority of the nude boys were prepubescent while many of the
older boys wore underwear or other clothing but there were teens that also
went nude. I managed to focus in on one or two and got some great images of
ripe young male bodies in the process of becoming young men. One boy who
looked to be twelve or thirteen caught my eye and I snapped a dozen quick
shots as he walked in my direction with a friend, the two of them with arms
thrown across each other's shoulders in friendship. The boy was pretty well
endowed, a solid six inches of cock accompanied by an equally nice set of
nuts that sort of moved a little as he walked. At the base of his boyhood
pride and joy was a very small patch of hair, probably no more than six
months old I would have to guess. When they noticed that I was taking their
pictures they smiled and posed for me.

I continued along the riverside, snapping as I went. Boys waved or
otherwise greeted me while many came right up and chatted, wanting to know
my name, where I was from and all that other stuff. As I said they were
more than accommodating to my camera often stopping whatever they were
doing and holding still for the moment it took to click the shutter.

While the boys weren't necessarily separated, younger boys were in one area
and older boys gravitated to another and as I moved down river's edge the
boys did seem to get older. A couple of teens were perched on a slab of
concrete that slanted off the hillside to the beach, a remnant of the
flood. In their underwear, one was squatting and the other sitting. The boy
who was sitting down had his legs splayed open and a bit of his nuts were
visible through the loose leg of his briefs. The boy who was squatting
however was another story. His dick had fallen out of the very loose
fitting garment, the brown tube looking so much like a small snake sneaking
out of its hole. He seemed oblivious to the fact and didn't bother to try
and cover up when I shot half a dozen frames.

Other boys were lying in the sun, coming out of the water or just goofing
off. I began to notice that most of the boys appeared to be fairly well
endowed, that is, a higher proportion of the boys seemed bigger in the
genitalia department than what one would expect in that age group. While
dark skinned, they weren't Negro so to me and from my experience they
seemed more developed. I'd been in that part of the world many times and
hadn't encountered what I thought I was seeing so wondered briefly if for
some reason this particular village had sprouted larger than normal
genitalia in their boys. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they were huge
just that they seemed on the average a little bigger than I'd encountered
before.

Kavi said hello to many of the boys and stopped to visit with one who was
lying naked in the shade, escaping from the tropical sun. The boy rose on
his elbows to greet Kavi then my guide introduced me to his cousin. The two
boys chatted and I simply watched them, fascinated and beginning to get a
little turned on. Kavi's cousin's cock lay limply across one hip, the thick
tube of flesh at least seven inches long, the opening of his foreskin
looking so much like the trunk of an elephant. His large smooth balls hung
low enough to almost touch the ragged towel that he was lying on. I asked
if I could take some photos of them together and of course both boys nodded
their heads and smiled.  I knocked images from a variety of angles of them
in a few different poses.

We continued down the river's and I got plenty more photos of boys in
various stages of dress or undress as well as other activities. Got a
terrific couple of shots of a terrific butt that belonged to what appeared
to be a 14-15 year old who was climbing out of the water after a dive off
the wall that pulled his loose fitting underwear or shorts down to his
knees. He came out of the water tugging them into place. I shot other boys
as they dove or prepared to dive off of heights of the various sized hunks
of concrete and others as they dressed or undressed. One really cute thing
was sitting down on a backpack with his underwear in his hands and just
getting ready to slip them on over his feet. Standing where I was I could
see the head of his cock and about four inches of the shaft as it rested
against his balls. He looked up as I snapped his picture and while the look
I got wasn't angry it did seem as though he didn't want me to take any more
and he managed to slip into his white briefs without my getting another
view of what looked to be a nice sized cock.

Stopping to sit I noticed a few boys head off into the woods, figuring that
they were going to piss but when they didn't come out until five minutes
later I asked Kavi what was up. He smiled at me then gave me the universal
gesture for jacking off. My eyebrows shot up and he laughed then explained
to me.

"The older boys, they get what you say, anxious. So they go off to a little
place in the jungle and do that and when they come back they feeling
better." Yeah well I could understand that. I asked if he'd ever gone there
and he said he had, but that the little boys, boys without hairs weren't
allowed unless an older boy invited them. He seemed a little embarrassed
and I asked him why.

"Well when one older boy invites you it's because he wants to jig jig, to
have sex."

"Wow. Can I ask what that means exactly" He told me that he's sucked boys
cocks back there but that sometimes the older boys wanted to..." and here
he used the universal hand gesture for fucking.

"So some of the older boys fuck the younger boys?" He said yes but there
were some unspoken rules. First of all there were no children younger than
six allowed at the swimming place. They used the community swimming &
bathing area below the village and were fully supervised. At the boys
swimming area only boys nine years old or older could be fucked, the
younger boys limited to sucking. No boy was forced to do anything
however. He either offered his services or was invited by an older boy and
if the younger boy didn't want to then that was okay because there were
plenty of boys who were more than willing.

He went on to say that Eshwar, his cousin who I met, had invited Kavi when
he was eight years old. He said that he's sucked the then twelve year olds
cock and had really enjoyed it, even when the older boy put his sperm in
Kavi's mouth. Of course I wanted to know if he'd let any of the older boys
fuck him and he smiled and nodded his head saying that he'd been fucked by
three or four boys although not all at one time adding that he was looking
forward to growing his hairs so that he could be with one of the younger
boys

I felt myself thicken at the idea of watching boys in any kind of sexual
setting.

"Do you think any of them would let me take photographs of them," and I
used the universal gesture for jacking off. I couldn't imagine them
allowing me to shoot them while they fucked a little boy. Kavi shrugged his
shoulders.

"Don't know, I ask Eshwar some time." I nodded my head and thanked him.

While I wanted to spend all my time watching naked boys I didn't. Kavi took
me all over the area which was quite beautiful. I shot plenty of pools and
waterfalls, colorful birds and other wild animals, stunning flora, and just
people going about the everyday business of living. Anytime things slowed
down however my mind went back to the swimming area where I longed to be
even though I knew that for much of the day there weren't but a few if any
boys out there.

My evening meal was taken in one of the many food stalls or sit down café
type of eateries where I quickly became a regular. Later, sitting on my
stoop with a beer I'd dump the day's shots into my laptop then edit and
categorize them. Of course after that first day at the swimming area, I
spent an inordinate amount of time that night pouring over those images and
found myself getting quite hard as I viewed them and I fantasized about
them doing all manner of nasty things with each other, or even themselves.

In the early afternoon a few days later, after a morning of shooting
village elders, Kavi asked if we could go to the river and of course I
readily agreed. When we got there Kavi asked if he could go swimming and I
told him to go ahead.

"You can swim too Austin," he told me as he took his clothes off and laid
them neatly on a rock. I questioned him about adults swimming there with
the boys and he said that sometimes they did and that it was okay. "Besides
you not that old you know," he added with what I thought was a bit of a
leer, "I bet you look plenty good without you clothes on." By then he was
stark naked and of course I took some pictures of him and of course he was
more than happy and even proud that I did. I watched him head into the
water then hollered at him and indicated I was walking down the beach and
he nodded his head.

As I walked quite a few boys waved to me or said hello as I passed. Some I
recognized from the days before, some probably recognized me and others
were just plain friendly. Their village of around 5,000 people didn't see
tourists on a regular basis so I was a bit of a novelty. Kavi had told me
that many of his friends were a little jealous, in a friendly way, of his
position as my guide and not just for the money but just to be able to hang
around with me.

I snapped pictures as I went and like the day before boys were more than
willing to pose. More than one actually went out of his way to get my
attention so he could pose for me and that behavior wasn't restricted to
the little boys either. I ran into Eshwar, Kavi's cousin, as he came out of
the water and chatted with him while he peeled off his drenched underwear
and toweled off. In front of us four boys began playing a game of tug of
war with an old hunk of rope, three of them naked and of course my camera
went to work. One side had apparently conspired to trick their opponents
because they let go of the rope and the two boys fell onto the sand. They
got up quickly and tackled their peers who were laughing so hard they
didn't have time to get away or defend themselves. Eshwar offered up cheers
to them to keep fighting, which they weren't of course, they were only
wrestling. As with boys the world over in such a confrontation, the
adversary's cock and balls were open season and none of them felt any
resistance at going after such an open target. As their play wound down it
was pretty clear that a couple of them had gotten aroused by the game,
their cocks at about half stand.

I kept snapping a few frames and neither boy seemed even remotely
embarrassed or self conscious about my photographing them in such a state,
in fact one of them thrust his hips out a little further. One of them
chattered to the other then to Eshwar, who said to me,

"They want to know if you want to photograph them while they take care of
some business." Although I knew what he was talking about I had a
questioning look on my face so he gave me the universal gesture and the
other two boys laughed. One of them nodded his head to me and the two
headed off to a trail so I followed. Eshwar elected to go along as well and
I got pictures of both boys' butts as they walked the trail in front of
me. After a dozen frames I asked Eshwar if there were any rules regarding
my picture taking and he shook his head.

"Boys no care, he said with a dismissing wave of his hand, "and if they do
they tell you." I nodded my head. The hike wasn't long, about fifty yards
into the jungle and ended in an open area about the size of an average
sized living room. There were already two other boys there lying on their
backs next to each other and slowly stroking their fully hard cocks. They
seemed a little surprised to see me there but smiled and waved and one of
them removed his hands from his body then pointed at his hard on. I raised
the camera and shot. The other boy, not to be out done, held his dick
upright using the edge of his hand as it rested in his pubic hair. Both
boys looked to be fourteen or fifteen, each sporting about five six inches
of dark skinned boy cock. While both boys' balls hung loosely between their
thighs, one set was moderately furry while the other was much smoother.

Both boys went back to their chore, slowly stroking themselves and watching
as the newcomers, no pun intended, sat down on the mossy ground or a log
and went about working their cocks into a full stand. Even Eshwar got into
the action, nursing his cock into a very respectable six plus thick inches
of teenage cock. Being uncut all of the boys worked the top part of their
cocks, sliding their foreskins back and forth over sensitive swollen cock
heads. Like boys I'd seen everywhere their other hands were busy at
nipples, rubbing a belly or a pubic bone, gripping the inside of a thigh or
fondling a sac of sperm makers, squeezing or tugging on the eggs.

I'd had some interesting adventures in my short adult life but being
present while a handful of teenage boys, all basically strangers, jacked
off in front of me ranked right up there on the list of exciting
experiences. And I documented all of it from the squeezing and tugging to
the facial expressions as the boys responded to the intense feelings that
tore though their teenaged bodies. Between the sounds of the shutter and
the occasional noise of birds I could hear low moans and grunts from the
group as they loved them selves.

One of the boys who'd invited me didn't look much older than thirteen. He
was a slender and very cute young thing, his cock maybe five inches
long. His pubic patch was nothing more than some straight black strands at
the base of his boyhood pride and joy and his balls, which seemed rather
large in comparison, were completely smooth. I loved watching the way the
eggs moved about in the soft loose skin of his sac as he slowly stroked his
boner. While one hand worked at the top end of his cock using the finger
thumb method the other was at the inside of his thigh, his fingers gently
pulling at the loose skin at the bottom of his bag. I found it interesting
that no matter what culture or even age, boys all over the world did pretty
much the same things when they loved themselves.

This boy was the first to cum and like all boys he announced his impending
orgasm so the other boys could watch if they wanted to and of course they
did. He slowed down then stopped stroking, keeping his foreskin down and
his swollen and very red dick head exposed and a moment later was rewarded
with two oozes of young sperm, the pearl white droplets making their
entrance into the real world quickly before slowly sliding down over the
rim and onto his thumb or fingers. The boy received praise from his peers
as he wiped up his sperm and licked it from his fingers. The young cutie
went back to jacking off, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head
and sometimes dragging the fleshy nipple out to its full extension beyond
the tip of his cock head which caused the residue of his sperm to ooze out
in tiny drops which he also licked up.

The next orgasm was from one of the two boys who were there before us. The
boy announced it, we all watched and I had the camera ready and began
shooting frames as he slowed down. Like the younger boy he kept his
foreskin down for the shoot but kept on jacking off. The boys' eyes were
closed but squinted, his mouth hung open and his face was slightly
contorted as he experienced the wonderful mix of pleasure and excitement
that is the teenage orgasm. His cum shot was spectacular. I got the entire
thing on film from the emergence of his young sperm until it landed in a
gooey streak that stretched from his neck to his dark brown nipples and the
three more squirts that got almost the same amount of distance but not
quite. The kid definitely made a load of cum. I was watching his panting
body as he relaxed into post orgasmic bliss, his flat belly continuing to
constrict as things wound down when another voice announced yet another
penile eruption.

Eshwar was up on one elbow with his eyes glued to his right hand and the
end of his cock protruding from his fist. His low hung balls moved up and
down with the fairly rapid motion of his hand then things slowed down.

"Aaahhggggg," he grunted then stopped jacking his cock, his hand in the
down position. He was holding it tight too, the red head almost quivering
and his piss slip pulled open, then he shot. Two thick jets of creamy white
gooey boy goodness blasted out of his slit and nailed his left nipple
before he went back to jacking off. His smooth face contorted as he
continued to erupt, five more squirts of liquid that landed all over his
heaving torso in sperm droplets before things slowed down. I didn't get to
watch the rest of it because the last boy in the batch cried out and caught
my attention. His cum shot wasn't nearly as spectacular as the other two
boys nor was his cock but I got the pictures anyway. A boy cumming is a boy
cumming and catching it on film should never be ignored. He managed 3 good
squirts of sperm before his cock went into oozing mode, the gooey white
stuff almost running out of his piss slit.

The boys all laid around in a lazy mood typical of post orgasm. That
feeling seemed to be more intense when one was outside and didn't have to
clean up or do anything lest someone catch you. At least that was my sense
of things when I was a boy involved in a nature pull.

"It seems, how you say, more sexy feeling, more..." he seemed at a loss for
words so I said

 "You mean it was more intense?" He nodded his head and grinned.

"Yes, yes, more intense when doing it for a camera." All of the other boys
agreed.

"Ho Mr. Austin It looks like you find it intense too," one of the younger
boys said with a grin and nodded his head at the front of my shorts which
were very visibly tented.

"We see? This spoken by one of the younglings. Naturally I hesitated
because I wasn't sure of the protocol.

"Jeez boys, I don't know," I responded, gently moving my head from side to
side.

"Why no? You see us, we see you."

"If you are worried about trouble then no worry," Eshwar said as he gently
fondled his heavy balls. "Deez boys here no tell no one," he said as he
nodded his head toward his jack off crew.

"No, Eshwar right, we no tell no one," another boy said. I shrugged my
shoulders and handed to camera to Eshwar who took it as he sat up. I hooked
my finger into the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down, freeing up
8 plus inches of cut man cock. The response was a great deal of chatter in
their own language along with comments that I understood.

"Iieee what a missile," one boy said.

"Ho, that one he stretch both your hole," someone else said.

"Bet he got plenty juices in his big eggs."

The youngest boy, the first one to sperm, moved in and reached out to take
hold of my cock and stroke it.

"You want suck em Haresh," Eshwar asked and the younger boy nodded his
head.

"You let him suck," Eshwar asked me. The expression on my face showed my
concern and once again Eshwar assured me that it was alright. I gave the
kid the go ahead and he leaned forward and took me into his mouth and began
to suckle. The other boys moved in around us to watch and slowly stroke
cocks that had gone soft but were quickly changing direction.

Eshwar got my attention, nodded at the camera and then my groin and I
nodded my head. The boy took a series of picture then set the camera down
and began to jack off in earnest. I have to say that the boy gave a great
blow job. He alternated sucking and licking all over the head, licking my
balls, then sucking some more.

"You want on your face Haresh," a boy asked and my little cocksucker nodded
his head. I asked for the camera and Eshwar handed it to me.

"Haresh like shoot on his face," Eshwar said and a moment later the boy who
first asked, shot his sperm onto the younger boys face. Haresh kept on
sucking and a moment later a second boy shot. The hand that had been
fondling my balls went between the boys' legs to work his raging young
boner and I could hear soft moans coming from him.

"For you Haresh," Eshwar groaned and began splattering the younger boys
face with sperm. I wasn't exactly amazed at the amount of cum the boy made
but I was certainly impressed. By his 3rd squirt the last boy began
shooting from the other side and before it was over Haresh's smooth brown
face was almost white.

A second later I was ready to go and didn't bother to announce it I just
began flooding the young teen's mouth with my sperm and there was a lot of
it. Haresh couldn't swallow it all and it began leaking out around his
lips. All of the rest of boys chattered about as the continued to nurse
their young cocks. Haresh grunted and I knew that he was shooting his own
sperm out onto the mossy ground.

My cumming finally stopped and I gently pulled away from the boy, my cock
bobbing in the air like a fishing pole or something.

"Haresh you look like ice cream face," one boy commented while a second
agreed with him. The third one suggested that perhaps I would allow him to
suck me some day and I responded that I was fine with that.

Haresh then asked if it were possible to see the pictures. I had never
considered that the boys would want to see the finished product so was
taken a bit by surprise. I gave the idea a moment's thought then said that
would be fine that they could stop by the house I was renting sometime in
the next few days if they wanted. When I asked if they knew where I lived
Eshwar said that Kavi had told him. Most of the boys didn't seem to be all
that excited but the youngest boy, Haresh as well as Eshwar were interested
in seeing them.

The boys cleaned up their mess with leaves then we all headed back to the
beach, everyone chatting about how much fun the experience was. Haresh said
that he'd like to do it again and got a round of agreement from his
friends. As we walked out of the jungle onto the beach at river's edge one
of the boys said,

"Amol." Everyone sort of stopped and looked in the same direction. It was
the boy that I'd seen passing me the day before and he was heading our way.

"He so beautiful," Haresh said softly as though saying it any louder would
make the apparition disappear. Dressed in the same fashion as the first
time I'd seen him, all in white and with a towel draped over his shoulder,
I agreed under my breath that Amol was indeed beautiful. He had the kind of
looks that were magazine cover quality and as I looked at him it occurred
to me that with makeup done correctly he could pass for a girl.

We continued walking, Eshwar returned to his towel and the rest of the boys
except Haresh went about their business. Amol's path took him right past us
and I thought he was going to keep going but he stopped.

"Aahh, the picture man," he said in perfect English that carried just a
hint of a British accent. He extended his hand, "Amol." I took it and
shaking it noticed that he had a moderate grip and like his posture it
wasn't lacking in confidence in any way shape or form.

"Austin," I said, adding, "Greenfield not Powers." Amol chuckled, a genuine
response.

"I really hated those films," he said, even when I was younger." I nodded
in understanding since I wasn't a fan of the films or even Mike Meyers
particularly. Up close Amol seemed even more beautiful. His face was as
smooth as the day he was born, without the wrinkles however, and completely
flawless. His cheekbones were slightly high but not necessarily enough to
take away from the perfectly formed lips, slightly aquiline nose and
magnificent eyes. I noticed what appeared to be flecks of gold in his
irises and asked him about it. He told me I was very observant and he said
it with a smile.

"I'd like to get a picture, a photograph of your eyes."

"Just my eyes?" he asked with a wry grin and a raised, thick black
eyebrow. So, here was a kid that seemed much older than his years and I
wondered just where he'd been, what he'd seen and done.

"Well I'd be more than happy to photograph you to any degree that you would
allow Amol," I told him.

"How diplomatic Austin," he said, "as well as interesting. "Well, I'm going
swimming so feel free to... snap away," he said as he waved his arm with a
flair while quickly snapping his fingers in the air between us for
emphasis. It was decidedly a very queer move and caused me to wonder which
side of the street the boy played on. "We will speak again Austin," he
added then turned and started walking down the beach.

"What's his story, how old is he?" I asked Haresh as we both watch Amol
walk away from us and stop some twenty feet away.

"He's fourteen I think. His father is a wealthy businessman in Europe and
his mother is from this village. They live in Europe most of the year but
he and his mother come here for the summer months when Amol is out of the
private school he goes to. He doesn't have much to do with most of us
probably because he sees himself above us or something, I don't know. I
would like to see him naked," I looked at the boy who looked back at me
with a serious expression on his smooth young face, nodded his head toward
Amol who was kicking off his sandals.

"Watch," was all he said. Amol peeled his undershirt off, grasping it at
the bottom cross handed and pulled it up over his head then hung it on a
tree branch. From where I stood I could easily see that his body was well
developed, a very visible crease from his chest to his waist. I took him up
on his suggestion and shot a quick half dozen frames. I kept the camera to
my eye and clicked as Amol untied the drawstring on the blousy white cotton
pants he was wearing and shoved them down. I lowered the camera to make
sure of what I thought I saw but he was bent over and lifting a foot to
pull the leg of the pants off. He then stood upright, bent one leg up and
pulled that pant leg off and stood upright to hang the pants on the tree
branch along with his shirt, facing us as he did so. I was then sure that
what I'd seen wasn't a figment of my imagination and adjusted the camera
lens so that Amol filled the view finder and shot another rapid series of
photos.

He had kept up his white theme in underwear as well and was wearing a pair
of Hilfiger wrestling briefs and it was very clear that he needed the extra
space. It seemed apparent that Amol had put the underwear on just before
coming out to the river for they appeared to fit his body like a glove
albeit a glove with a very large finger. Judging from what I was looking at
it appeared that the boy probably owned the biggest cock I'd ever seen,
other than in porno pictures or movies. The bulge of him extended down into
the leg of his underwear almost to the bottom hem of the thin cotton
fabric. I couldn't tell for sure but I expected that like most Europeans as
well as the local boys that Amol retained all that he was born with.  Not
only did it seem long, it was thick and I imagined that when hard the thing
probably extended well past his flat belly button. He stretched then looked
straight into the camera before turning and walking toward the river. I got
a number of images of his underwear clad butt and like the rest of him it
appeared to be glorious.

"See what I mean," Haresh said. "No one I know ever seen him naked but
every boy wants to. Some want to be with him too." I looked back at Haresh
with a raised eyebrow.

"Does that include you?" I asked the boy. He nodded his head. I glanced
down and saw that he was fondling himself and although he had underwear on
it did seem that he was either hard or getting there.

"Keep doing that," I said nodding at his crotch, "and the thing is gonna
spit in your underwear." He laughed then said that was the idea. He turned
and headed back toward the trail to the jack off area.

"Want come and help me," he said quietly over his shoulder. As tempting as
the idea was I didn't want to press my luck. Jails in third world countries
were reportedly no fun at all, not that jails in any other part of the
world were. I told him I'd take a rain check, which of course he didn't
understand so turned and kept going.

I wandered over to where Eshwar was lying with his eyes closed and hunkered
down a few feet from him. I snapped a few pictures of various boys and
after a few minutes he spoke.

"So, you met the long lost Amol, beauty of the continent." I didn't answer
because the boy knew that Amol had stopped and talked with me. "What did
you think of him?" Eshwar asked. I thought for a moment then said that he
seemed nice enough, polite, well educated and articulate. I had to explain
the last word to Eshwar.

"That boy be all that and more," Eshwar admitted, "and on top of all that
he looks like he has a horses' cock between his legs, which I'm sure you
were aware of." I was a little surprised at Eshwar's sudden command of
English but paid it no mind.

"I noticed."

"Hard not to," the teen replied. "Nobody has seen him naked but everyone
wants to."

"That's what Haresh told me." Eshwar finally opened an eye and looked at
me.

"That boy is dying to see what Amol has in his pants. He likes looking
between boy's legs and now that he has tasted yours I will bet that he
wants more. I explained the brief interaction with Haresh as he was leaving
to go take care of business.  Eshwar asked me why I didn't go with him
since I obviously like boys and I told him I still had some fear and
concerns. Again he waved his hand dismissively.

"Like I said before, no one around here cares. Most boys play around with
each other and some like to play with men. Most grow out of it but it still
no matter. I bet plenty boys here want to play with you. They don't see
white men all that much so they curious," he paused a moment then went on,
"even me."  He had lapsed back into broken English.

I was looking at the water and noticed that Amol was coming back ashore so
raised the camera and focused in on him. As he came out of the water his
underwear was plastered to his body and of course that meant that his dick
was fully outlined. Sweet fucking baby Jesus that kid was hung. I held the
shoot button down and got a series of a dozen images which would show like
stills from a video. Amol stopped to squeeze the water out of his underwear
then raised his head and continued to walk to shore. He saw me, smiled and
waved and kept going until he got to his towel. I couldn't help but walk
over to him.

"Enjoy your swim?" I asked, trying to focus my attention on his face and
not at the outline of the snake in his briefs.

"I did thank you. Did you enjoy getting some pictures?"

"You have no idea." He smiled knowingly then said softly,

"Oh I think that I do." He held the towel against his underwear and gently
squeezed his cock then looked me in the eye. "Perhaps you'd like to take
more pictures of me. In a more private setting that is." I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.

"Are you sure about that Amol?" He nodded his head.

"I'm sure about everything I do. My father instilled that in me." When I
asked him when and where he said,

"I'll let you know. Perhaps we could do some at the house you're staying
at. Meanwhile I'll think of some other... more secluded places." I began to
tell him where I was staying but he stopped me.

"I know where you live." When I raised an eyebrow he went on to explain,
"It's no mystery, besides I live in the big house right down the street
from you." There was only one big house anywhere near me and it was more
than big. It was a walled and gated estate and I'd wondered who in that
small town had the wherewithal to afford such a home. Now I knew.

"I'll see you later then," he said and proceeded to lay out his towel in
preparation for lying down and drying off. Clearly I was being dismissed so
I went back to where Eshwar was laying.

At that moment Kavi sauntered up so I bid Eshwar goodbye and stood up. As I
turned to leave with Kavi the older teen said,

"Don't forget what I say." Kavi was curious as to what that was all about
so I told him about the interaction with the boys and more about Haresh.
Kavi said that his cousin was correct. Nobody cared much; most boys did
mess around with each other and sometimes with men older than me.

"Haresh really like other boys and I think he want to do things with
you. Lots of boys do you know, even the little ones" I was quite surprised
at that but he went on to reiterate what his cousin had said; I was white
and many children in their village had little to no interaction with whites
so I was a curiosity. "So maybe you go swimming with us sometime yes?"

Later that evening I was going through the days shots when there was a
light rap at the front door. I wondered who it was; hoping like you
wouldn't believe that it was Amol. It wasn't but that was okay because I
opened the door to see Haresh standing there.