Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:57:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shooting Ethan

This story was prompted by a sign announcing the annual community picnic
where I live. Beyond that there is no truth to it what so ever, it's only
a story. It does contain scenes of sexual behavior between an adult male
and a non adult male so the usual platitudes apply. As always, N-Joi
Hugs
Tag_m



"Martin, I'm afraid I can't be present for today's session, I have an
important closing that I have to attend. I wonder if you could take Ethan
out to the cabin then bring him home when it's over."

The woman on the phone was Monika Stiles, a high profile real estate
attorney and Ethan was her son. I'm a photographer; good but not
professional. How I'd come to be doing model shoots was an interesting
story.

I'd been in attendance at our small town's annual community gathering and
picnic. As I had for the previous six years I was taking pictures. It was
my choice and many people would sign up for copies, paying five bucks a
pop for the DVD. It seemed like a nice little goodwill gesture, doing
something for my community. And it was. It was also an opportunity to
shoot the hundreds of boys who attended with their families. Because it
was mid July the weather was clear and hot which meant that said boys,
although not naked like I wished, were in a variety of stages of dress or
undress the common uniform being a swim suit or shorts of some kind and
no shirt. I loved it.

Of course being boys most of them were more than willing to pose and or
goof off for the camera. I'd actually gotten a few butt or genital shots
in the process. More than a few boys swim suit or shorts legs were opened
enough when they were sitting to give up a nut shot or even a cock shot.
One boy, a fourteen year old, was squatting down with a couple of friends
and when he saw me aiming the camera in their direction pulled his shorts
aside and gave me a full on shot of six inches of boy cock that hung down
onto a nice set of smooth young balls. He smiled at the camera as he held
the leg out of the way for five seconds or so then put it back. I gave
him thumbs up and we both went about our business.

On another occasion a group of ten year old boys dropped the backs of
their suits and wiggled their slender little butts for the camera, the
five of them giggling like girls. Needless to say there were plenty of
other shots of butt cracks, lower bellies and even the rare pubic hair
shot when coming out of the pool after a dive. Somehow the boys knew that
when the copy of DVD was done, the shots of their exposed body parts were
missing. It was like we had an understanding, the boys and I.

So there I was when I was approached by a beautiful blonde woman in her
early to mid thirties. I really do mean beautiful too, her honey blonde
hair casually done for the affair, smooth skin with big eyes. Despite the
dress down look I knew that the jeans, blouse and sandals she wore
probably cost in the high hundred's. She introduced herself and got right
to the point, asking if I'd done any modeling photography and I told her
no. Well, she'd seen my work on the annual picnic DVD's as well as some
of the work that I'd entered in the annual fair competition and found it
very good. In light of that would I be interested in shooting her twelve,
almost thirteen year old son Ethan, who was an aspiring model. I told her
it sounded like fun and she told me that I'd be paid well for my time and
work. I turned out to be more than well.

Further discussion elicited a business card with her phone number and an
invitation the following day at her home in Edgewood, a very upscale
gated community that sat on prime heavily wooded land around a medium
sized lake at the edge of our suburban community. The next day I was
passed through the wrought iron gates by a security guard and given
directions to number 3 Silver Spruce drive. There I pulled into a
cobblestone driveway and eventually found myself in front of a huge cedar
home. More on the modern side it was multileveled, had huge windows, lots
of decks, massive landscaping and two chimneys', one of which was huge
and made of flagstone. Over all it fit the surrounding landscape well,
nestled there among huge Cedar, Pine's, and massive Rhododendron bushes.
A four car garage sat at one side, one bay open with a sleek maroon sl500
sitting casually in front. When the front door opened at my ring I
thought I might possibly cum in my slacks. Before me stood perhaps one of
the most beautiful children I'd ever seen, boy or girl.

"You must be Martin," the young god said in a voice that told me puberty
might be a ways off yet. I nodded my head and he extended his hand. I
took it and was surprised at the confidence but lack of that masculine
crushing grip type thing that so many males do. Of course the boy was
only twelve but still. "I'm Ethan, come on in." I stepped into the two
story entry then followed Ethan down a hall toward the back of home. I
fully admired the twin globes of his dynamite slender butt beneath the
tan cargoes he was wearing. A white tank T fit his upper torso somewhat
snugly, tapering down to his narrow waist and helping highlight his ass.
Fuck!

We found his mother in the gourmet kitchen brewing coffee in one of those
four hundred dollar polished stainless coffee machines that pumps the
fresh coffee into a thermal carafe and not the regular glass pots. The
kitchen was huge, airy and looked out onto a large well tended lawn that
would seem to invite the various wild animals that inhabited those woods.
She offered me a cup, poured her self one then we headed down a short
flight of stairs and into another two storied open beamed room that
looked out of the trees onto and above the lake in the distance.

Ethan sat next to his mother on a twelve foot brown leather sofa and
while we talked I took in the boy's extraordinary beauty. He'd looked
about five feet tall and maybe an inch. His hair, worn longer, was a mix
of light to dark blond. Haphazardly and only sort of parted in the
middle, the bangs would have hung over his huge dove gray eyes had it not
been pushed off to each side. As it was the tips touched the points of
his well defined cheekbones. The eyes were framed with Brooke Shields
brows and long thick lashes that every girl in the world prayed for. His
nose, small and dotted with a dozen or more freckles, sat in the middle
of a perfectly shaped face above an equally perfectly shaped cupid's bow
that was the center of the top of his full and slightly pink lips. When
the boy smiled, which was natural and often, it was clear that mommy and
daddy had put some orthodontist's kid through college. On his neck was a
puka shell necklace along with a choker that appeared to be nothing more
than pieces of simple white twine, braided in the middle. At the sides
his hair was brushed back slightly allowing about half of his small ears
to show, one lobe sporting a nice looking diamond stud.

We talked for a good hour, Monika refilling the coffee mugs while Ethan
and I chatted. He seemed to be a very bright boy; honor roll student of
course, played tennis and was on the swim team but eschewed contact
sports of all kinds.

"I really want to be a model so I sort of tend to keep myself away things
that could hurt me." He told me. I understood that completely. I think
I'd feel the same way.

During the conversation Monika told me that they wanted to avoid the
typical modeling agency and other professional photographers, that
they're work seemed so contrived and set up. She'd seen my work, as I
said, liked how I handled light and form and felt that despite her son's
beauty, he'd need something a little different in order to be noticed. I
agreed with her. We reached an agreement and I became Ethan's official
photographer.

We got together about once a month, starting the following weekend. Over
the course of the next eight months or so we shot over fifteen thousand
images. I'd seen Ethan from fully clothed head to toe down to shorts and
nothing else. We did swim suits and summer wear the first month then
tended toward clothing that matched the season we were shooting in. We
didn't end up doing any underwear, Speedo or other skimpy clothing shots
so I never saw the boy naked or even almost naked the entire time. I got
my fair share of underwear waistbands though due to a lot of baggy
clothing but that was it. He never changed pants in front of me, always
going into another room.  As a result of that I didn't really have any
idea how developed the boy was below the waist. Everything else was hot
as all hell though. The kid had as tight a body as I'd ever seen; all the
creases and folds in the right places and early teenage muscle already
showing on his body.

Monika was generally present although often she was on her cell phone or
reading paperwork and not really monitoring what her son and I did.
Ethan and I became close and by the time Christmas rolled around the boy
was becoming demonstrative in his affections for me, hugging and being
physically close a great deal. I discovered him to be an incredible kid
for a boy marching toward fourteen years old. Smart, beautiful, well
read, funny with a biting wit and he was a sweetheart. There was no
strong male role model for the boy. His father was a top notch
international business attorney who was forever flying all over the world
and since the divorce when Ethan was eight, hadn't paid much attention to
the boy. I got to be the man in Ethan's life and I took the job happily
and seriously.

We'd been doing ad layouts for many of the trendy shops where Ethan
shopped, most of the clothes for the shoots loaned but some donated, in
return for the photography. We finally sold our first package of photos
to one of the manufacturer's and Ethan got some national attention.
That's when the boy asked how I felt about doing more revealing type
photos. I asked what he meant, he told me and I asked what his mother
might think about that. He said that she'd suggested it. By that time
Monika was rarely at the shoots.

Ethan had a very artistic bent; and exceptional eye and great style. He
was a natural. Some of the photos showed him in the process of getting
dressed, pulling his jeans up. He got them almost up, about six inches of
cotton brief clad butt showing. They're taken from the back or from the
side so we don't see his front and he's looking sideways or over his
shoulder toward the camera as though he's been surprised. There were
variations on the theme including full on shots of his delicious little
ass, the orbs filling out the thin cotton fabric nicely. Even then Ethan
didn't actually get dressed in front of me but actually undressed to
where he wanted the shots taken from then started to redress. We did go
through a boxer phase, the boy posing for the camera with a variety of
props. These also consisted of full frontal shots but I suspected that he
was wearing briefs or something else underneath to keep his boyhood in
check. He elected to do some additional posing; sensual and pouting at
times, and other times simply offering up his award winning smile.

In late May the following year Ethan decided to do the first underwear
only photos. He showed me a variety of styles, some of them I thought
would be quite revealing, and felt myself stir at the thought of finally
getting some kind of idea how the little Adonis was hung. He hadn't grown
much at all since we'd first met, a half inch at best. I knew that didn't
necessarily mean anything. I known and seen plenty of images of boys
Ethan's size whose cock size ranged from small to fairly large. Granted
the fairly large ones were few and far between but still and all, one
could always hope. Of course it really didn't matter to me how big he
was, I just wanted to see the boy naked, or at least close to it.

We started with boxer briefs, the poses pretty standard. I finally asked
him a burning question.

"So what is the goal here Ethan? Do you want to call attention to your
stuff or downplay it or even hide it if possible?" He sort of blushed a
little which I thought was both cute and endearing.

"Well I guess I'm sorta working up to showing off a little more of me,"
he said. I nodded my head. He left the room and came back wrapped in a
towel and we discussed a variety of poses then he dropped the towel to
reveal a pair of jockey briefs in a pale blue. And a bulge that I would
not have guessed the boy would have. I could easily see the outline of
his cock, at least six inches of fleshy tube, along with a clearly
outlined head; his nuts bulged at the bottom of the pouch.

"Look in the mirror and see if that's what you want to convey E," I told
him. He stepped in front of the full length mirror and looked at his body
appraisingly. He then pulled the waistband out and did some rearranging
and when he turned around the entire thing was pointing downward and not
toward his hip.

"I think that looks more natural and less sexy don't you Martin?" he said
rather than asked. I agreed then added,

"But let's face it Ethan, you look sexy as hell in anything but yes; that
does look less sexual. Unless of course you want to project some sort of
sexuality. It is what sells." The boy surprised me with a mischievous
grin and said he was planning on something like that but not just then.
We shot a bunch of poses then he left the room and came back, this time
without the towel, and wearing a pair of red, jock style underwear, that
is the front and back were pouches of cloth, and small ones at that, with
just the waistband at the hips showing off a lot more leg; and more butt
cheek as well as some pubic bone at the crease of the hip. There wasn't a
lick of hair sticking out anywhere which led me to wonder about his fuzz
situation, or was he shaving. I didn't know or care because the boy
looked hot enough to cause spontaneous combustion and just ignite where
he stood. When he asked how he looked I told in those exact words.

"Oh Martin I don't look that good, you're just biased," he responded. We
did a variety of inside poses using sofa's and chairs for props. Some he
stood next to, some he lounged or sat or lay down on. In one of the chair
photos he's in an overstuffed chair that's large enough for him to put
his feet flat on the edge which brings his knees up and of course forces
the pouch with his boyhood in it into more of a compact package and I'm
here to tell you the boy made a really nice package. Another series of
photos was of him lying on the sofa, eyes closed. The bulge at his front
is quite prominent. A face down series shows off his tight little ass as
well as the bulge of his balls resting between smooth hairless thighs on
the sofa. In one he's lounging on the sofa looking at the camera, his
legs are spread open and for a moment I get a little bit of sac sticking
out from the side. He discovered it when we looked through the photos
later.

"You didn't tell me my balls were showing Martin," Ethan chastised me
albeit good naturedly. I could only shrug my shoulders. "Do you like
looking at me like that Martin? I mean, with not as much clothes on."

"I like looking at you at any time but yes, you're pretty hot looking and
without a lot of clothes on I'm sure you'll turn more than a few heads
and hearts." He was quiet a moment then asked in a quiet voice,

"Do you like looking at boys?' I was a little shocked but couldn't lie to
the boy and I nodded my head.

"Yes E I do." He nodded his head then said,

"I'm glad you do Martin. Otherwise I don't think our photos would come
out as good. I think that you're liking boys really helps and I'm glad I
have you as my photographer." He pause again then added softly, "and my
friend." He was still clothed, or unclothed, in the last outfit and he
hugged me from the side, his head against mine and the bulge of all that
made him a boy pressed into my upper arm. I didn't mind. I reached around
and put my hand on his waist and hugged him back, causing him to press
into me even harder.

"Gosh," he said pulling away, "I'm gonna get a boner if I keep pressing
on you like that." We both looked down at the pouch which seemed to have
moved some.

"Well we can't have that now can we?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. Maybe it would be fun to do some really sexy pictures. As
long as my mom didn't see em I mean." I laughed.

"No Ethan, I think we'd have to keep those between you and me." Ethan's
mother didn't see all of the images that we shot in any case. He and I
usually spent another hour going through the days work and tossing out
stuff we didn't like and keeping the stuff he didn't want his mom to see
and keeping it on my laptop. The following week we started adding
suggestive and nude pictures to our collection. That doesn't mean erotic
either.

I should state right here that we never did any photos with plain colored
backdrop, that studio sort of look. Everything we did appeared to be
natural for the most part or at least in natural settings. We'd used his
house both inside and out, city parks, country fields, the beach or
mountains, just about anything one can imagine.

We elected to use Ethan's home for that shoot. His mother was guaranteed
to be away until early evening so there wouldn't be any embarrassment of
catching her teenage son in the buff. There were the typical shirtless,
jeans unbuttoned with various amounts of exposed underwear both front and
back. Then came the underwear shots; the boy sporting a pair of red and
white thin striped bikini briefs. I shot a bunch of him taking his jeans
off first then the series of him posing around in his underwear. I gotta
say the kid filled them out quite nicely. Next he faced away from the
camera and slowly pulled the underwear down until the waistband was
underneath his glorious cheeks. The boy had an ass to die for and if
given half a chance I'd bury seven and half fat inches of uncircumcised
adult cock as deep inside him as I could.

We went through that scene again only this time Ethan was slowly turning
toward the camera. Amongst the images captured were him looking
seductively at the camera from the side, the waistband of the briefs
pulled down far enough that we get a great shot of his taut belly as it
slides into his pubic bone. There's no fuzz shot here but it wouldn't
take a lot to get to it. That came next. There were a few shots of Ethan
facing the camera and fondling his crotch which segued into more exposed
pubic bone and then finally the shot of his pubic hair.

I was quite surprised at the lack of hair the boy had given what his cock
size appeared to be. There were a few more fondling shot, the kind with
his hand down inside the front of his briefs, some looking at the camera
and others with his magnificent eyes closed as if in ecstasy. It was
there that we had to take a break.

"Gosh I'm getting a boner doin these Martin," he informed me and clearly
his cock had begun to stretch out toward his right hip.

"Yes I see that," I commented with a smile. "Do I assume that you're not
quite ready to, umm, shoot it." He gave me a rather sardonic look then
said,

"Neither shoot it nor have it shoot." He allowed for a pregnant pause
then added with a winning smile, "At least not yet." I could only nod my
head appreciatively. We talked about the next phase, what he wanted to
do; wanted it to look like.

Wearing the same underwear he crawled up onto his king sized bed and went
through a variety of movements while lying down, first on his belly and
then his back. The shots on his belly really showed off his dynamite ass
and the frontal shots did a great job of his package. In many of the
shots he feigned sleep, always a winning image; the innocence of youth. I
asked him if he could manage to get an erection and when he asked why I
explained about males usually getting one in deep sleep.

"Right, I knew that," he told me. "Okay then, shoot this next stuff," he
commanded then rolled to his belly and began undulating against his
comforter. There was some great stuff there. He finally rolled onto his
back again and we both looked at the front of his briefs as he adjusted
his cock into an upright position. The kid appeared to be nicely hung
indeed, the bulge pushing against the waistband of his the skimpy
clothing.

"Does this look okay?" he asked seductively. I looked him in the eye and
said the only thing better would be without the underwear. The boy didn't
miss a beat but said,

"In due time." He lay back and went through a variety of poses, eyes
closed. In some he had a hand across his chest and in others his belly
and still others had the tips of his slender fingers touching the edge of
his swollen cock. A few showed him touch the bulge of his balls and a few
more with his fingers down inside the waistband or into the leg hole of
the briefs.

"Time for a break to let this go away," Ethan finally said as he sat up.
His cock hadn't seem to have diminished one iota, the long tube
stretching sideways up to his hip where the swollen head pushed against
the fabric at the edge of the elastic waistband. I followed him
downstairs to the kitchen where we grabbed some Thomas Kemper sodas then
sat on the back deck.

"It's kinda sexy feeling doing those poses Martin, but kinda weird too. I
mean, no one's ever seen me like that." I asked if it bothered him having
me fully clothed and watching him. He shook his head.  "No in fact just
the opposite, it made me feel sexier." I nodded my head then asked,

"So do you want to go the full Monty today or another time?" He gave me a
blank look so I explained.

"Yeah I think so Martin. I'm a little nervous about getting a boner
though." I told him I totally understood.

"Umm I guess if you did you could go take care of it," I suggested. He
gave me another blank look but only for about two and half seconds and I
swear the kid blushed again. God it made him that much cuter when he did
that.

"That would be weird, jacking off while you sit in here knowing what I'm
doing."

"Well, how do you feel about doing it for the camera?" I asked him in all
sincerity, and not for me but for him. I didn't know just where or how
far Ethan wanted to go with the nude stuff. Obviously it wouldn't be for
distribution for fear of ruining any career he might want.

"That would be really weird, jacking off in front of you," he said with
an ear to ear grin which told me that the idea wasn't as outlandish or
poorly received as I thought it might be. "It might not matter though cuz
my boner went away," he said, standing. We both looked at his groin and
the tube was still there but it had diminished and left a tell tale wet
spot behind.

"You look about half way hard Ethan," I stated and he nodded his head.

"Come on, let's hurry, and try to keep it up a little bit if you can."
We did a fast walk to his second floor bedroom with me explaining what I
wanted him to do when we got there. Following my direction he went
straight to his bed and climbed in under the comforter and feigned sleep
again. I fired the camera up and told him to go ahead so what we shot was
a boy just waking up in the morning, tossing the covers off then
stretching which included a good two handed grope at his crotch which was
obviously still hard. We lingered there a moment after he uncovered
himself then he swung his legs around and stood up and gave me a vertical
stretch, not unlike a cat. I shot it all including a dozen or more close
ups of his lower belly and groin.

He then walked toward the doorway that led into his bathroom and I shot a
dozen more of his slender little butt. He stopped and tugged the
underwear down, drawing a foot up in the process. I find that incredibly
sexy, a boy getting into or out of underwear. It's an intimate act and I
just think that done right it looks hot as hell. I shot like crazy,
catching a bunch of shots, a few which caught his balls in that brief
moment before he straightened back up. Nice balls too. He half way turned
to the camera, his cock swinging out in front of him slightly and I got
it. Once again I was surprised at how big the boy seemed to be.

I followed Ethan into the bathroom where he stepped into his shower room
and then under the streaming shower head. As he turned to get soaked he
stood facing me in all his naked thirteen year old glory. Indeed, his
cock had to be at least six inches, more than likely in excess of that.
It jutted out of his body somewhat and didn't just hang there over his
balls.  Blue veins ran the length of the pale fleshy tube and at the base
of his perfect cock hung a pair of medium sized eggs in a totally smooth
hairless sac, the circumcised head resting level with the orbs.

The patch of hair at the base of that which made him boy was sparse for
his age and development, the golden colored hairs plastered flat to his
body from the water. The disparity of hair probably helped enhance the
perception of his cock being big. No, his really was big for a boy his
age and size.

I continued to shoot as the boy washed and then rinsed, getting plenty of
him as he worked at his groin and a few more of him reaching behind
himself to clean his boy hole. I got a few pix of him sliding his soapy
hand down over his cock as he cleaned and I swear he could have been
simulating masturbation. His facial expression in some of those photos
bordered on bliss as he soaped his balls, nipples and healthy young cock.

The main part of the bathroom open enough that I could move around the
boy as he dried off getting another two to three hundred images of him
going about his chore. I then shot him coming toward me, heading out of
the bathroom and couldn't help but admire how tight and defined his
adolescent body was and the way his cock and balls moved. As he moved
past me I shot his butt as he walked to his dresser and reached into a
drawer for fresh underwear. Again I got to watch him dress and shooting
from the side got a few nice shots of his balls when his leg was pulled
up to step into a deep indigo thong that was very high cut at the hips
which in turn caused his boy stuff to drag the skimpy pouch downward.
Jesus! He got everything in place then stood before the full length
mirror and adjusted things to his satisfaction the turned full circle
inspecting himself.

He stopped there and said he needed a break, which I agreed with. I
swapped out discs in the camera, not knowing what would be next. Evan
informed me.

"Let's do some stuff outside Martin it's getting too warm in the house."
I followed him down the stairs mesmerized by his butt. The boy had, like
everything else about him, an ass to die for and seeing like that in
almost its barest form caused me to stiffen up like teenage boy.

Outside we did some standard stuff, a few shots of him sitting with his
legs up, that bulge enhancing pose. The difference this time of course
was that the skimpy thing barely contained the boy so the beginning of
his crack was more than visible. In addition when his legs were a little
farther apart part of his sac escaped, the wrinkled skin poking out
visibly. Ethan knew it and in fact told me to wait a second then pulled
at his bag and extricated even more skin. We shot that and then he did a
little more rearranging and moved one of his balls into position so that
the edge of it showed. He stood up and it was clear that the boy was
getting hard again.

He arranged things again but there just wasn't room in that pouch for a
growing boy. The tip of his cock head poked out at the top of the
waistband and was captured by a half dozen clicks of the camera. I should
point out that holding the button down on the camera will allow it to
take some fifteen photos in ten seconds or some such ridiculous thing. It
was perfect for getting the smaller changes in poses as well helping to
ensure that the photographer would get something good no matter what.

"Uumm, I think I was to go the whole way Martin," the boy said quietly. I
nodded my head then he surprised me.

"I feel weird and strange and sexy doin this in front of you and the
camera. Would you like, maybe take at least some clothes off, maybe down
to your underwear or something Martin?" I gave that some thought then
figured what the hell. I was wearing boxers so when I got a hard on,
which was a foregone conclusion it would be at least partially hidden. I
set the camera down and tugged my clothes off. Evan watched with almost
rapt attention while unconsciously pushing and pulling at his boyhood
charms.

"It looks like you're either very big or you're sort of excited too
Martin," Evan observed unashamedly. I nodded my head and asked, "well,
which is it?" I smiled.

"All in due time" I said. I followed the boy to a small grotto with rock
waterfall, small pond, large rocks and plenty of plants and shrubs. A
wooden bench that could seat maybe three people sat almost at the edge of
the water. Evan turned to face me and even more of his cock was poking
out the top of the thong.

"This is one of my favorite spots to, you know, jack off. It's so
peaceful and quiet and private." I nodded my head. "Okay then, if you're
ready Martin." Evan leaned back against one of the boulders and began
rubbing himself and mashing a hand against his balls. I clicked as he
pulled the pouch aside and allowed his smooth hairless bag of sperm
makers out for air. He alternated between pulling on his nuts and rubbing
his hand against his ramrod hard young boner. He put his balls back
inside then moved to lay down on the incredibly soft grass where he
continued to rub himself. He pushed the pouch aside again but this time
pulled his raging cock out, exposing about four inches and the head. He
rubbed at the exposed tube then licked at one finger then rubbed it
against the sensitive underside of the swollen head. Using a thumb and
fingers he stroked himself a few times then put his cock back inside. I
was hard as stone, seven plus inches of fat cock straining to get out of
my underwear.

"I'm going to take this off now," he informed me, "and I'll do it really
slow so you can get shots from all angels okay?" I started at his head
and moved down along side of him. The camera watched and recorded as he
lifted his slender, boy-ish butt off the grass and slid the cloth down
then pulled his knees up to finish the job. I moved below his feet and
got to my knees in order to capture his balls as soon as they were
released and was rewarded handsomely, the soft flesh squeezing out above
the beginning of his butt crack. I also captured briefly the core of him,
his dusky puckered hole.

Once he was free he lay back on the grass with his eyes closed, legs
spread open and one slightly bent. I shot his balls again, now that they
hung freely, then rose up, continuing to click and capturing his rock
hard cock, the rigid thing hanging in the air above his flat muscular
belly.  He began to touch himself. A hand slid down his side onto his
hips then down between his inner thigh and his balls. He cupped the
smooth nuggets then moved upward, pushing his balls along with his hand
until they couldn't go any further. He gently let them fall back to their
natural position then took hold of his cock and stroked himself. I got it
all. He looked up at the camera then let the very tip of his tongue sneak
out to caress his upper lip then said, in a soft voice.

"Martin." I moved the camera and looked at him. "Take your underwear off.
Be naked with me. Please" I didn't give it a second thought but hung the
camera around my neck and slipped my boxers off then stood in front of
the boy.

"Oh my. You do like to see me naked don't you?" My cock was stone ass
hard, standing proudly at attention and ready to be called into what ever
service the situation required. For right then all it had to do was stand
there and look strong.

"Oh yes, very much so." I took the camera back into my hands then got a
series of close-ups of Ethan's cock, some with his hand on it and other
without. He held his boyhood pride and joy straight up in the air and I
capture the clear sticky precum that was all but pouring out of his slit.

"I need to cum really bad Martin so I'm gonna do it okay?" I told him to
go ahead and shot frame after frame as the boy began to love himself.  In
some images he looked at the camera, in others at his hands as he
lovingly stroked his hard young cock. In some the other hand played with
a nipple or rubbed his flat belly and in others he played with his balls.
I got a dozen and a half frames of him wiping the precum from his swollen
cock head and touching it to his tongue.

The boy went through a variety of jacking positions but always came back
to the thumb and two fingers just below his cock head. I took a bunch of
frames of his balls as well, the medium sized eggs in various positions
depending on where he was at in his stroke. While I was down there Ethan
pulled his knees up and put and hand down there and tickled around
beneath his balls and worked a finger down toward his boy hole.

I glanced up at his smooth beautiful face, the eyes barely open as lust
roared through his virginal body and I knew that he couldn't be far off.
I was right. Like many boys his age though, Ethan didn't always know the
warning signs of an impending sperm out. It just sort of happened.

"Oh God," he almost screamed out in his somewhat high pitched voice. His
hips went into the air, his free hand pulled on his balls and he shot,
sort of. It actually sort of just spit out onto his panting belly but
that was only first shot. The second third and fourth shots were each
five inch long streams of warm young boy sperm that blasted out of his
cock, almost seemed to hang in the air for a second before crashing down
onto the boy's neck and chest, each white jet falling just a little sort
of the previous one. Shot five was still a fair amount of cum but clearly
the smooth young teenage balls were just about done for this go around.
His cock slowed to a couple of spurts, drops only, that landed in his
belly button and the rest was oozing mode and like any good boy he kept
up a slow stroke, making the feelings last while milking his cock and
clearing the tube of any left over liquid. He finally relaxed back, one
arm lying in the grass while the other played absently in his pubic hair,
touched the base of his cock and pulled very gently on his drained sperm
makers.

Initially I'd started from above him but down by his feet so I got some
good facial expressions that clearly reflected what he was feeling in
those first few seconds of his sperming. I'd quickly moved to the side
and focused on his spurting penis and looking through the images later
I'd see that I'd captured the essence of it in nice clear images.

I got some images of him resting there, the copious amount of his sperm
streaking his torso. It was pretty incredible. Without thinking I reached
down and stroked my own raging hard on, slipping the foreskin back and
forth over my red swollen cock head a few times. Ethan happened to open
his eyes at that moment and saw me.

"Are you gonna jack off too Martin?" He didn't wait for an answer but
stood up. "Oh man Martin let me shoot you while you shoot." He giggled at
his little pun then went on. "Wait let me clean my cum off first." He
went over to the pool and used the water to work away the gooey mess then
used the thong to dry himself off. Of course the camera was busy
throughout the entire process including his still hard cock bobbing in
the air as he walked back toward me.

He reached out to me so I handed him the camera. Ethan had used it
before, knew the basics so I didn't have to give him any directions.
"Where do you want me?" I asked him and he said to lie down where he had
been. I did as he'd asked and went right to work, taking the stiff shaft
in my right hand and jacking it. I used a full hand grip about mid shaft
that allowed me to run my foreskin up under the sensitive head but not
covering it entirely.

"Oh man Martin, I seen boys that were uncircumcised but never a hard
cock. It kinda makes me wish I still had mine." He went about getting
images, mostly of my cock and balls. It was a pretty hot scene, all
things considered. I'd been jacking off for more than four months using
Ethan as the focus of my fantasies. I'd dreamed about what had just
happened and more and then, as I brought myself to orgasm I kept my eyes
on his boyhood charms, the size of which had exceeded my own fantasy. The
kid was hot as all hell and seeing him in full arousal was inspiring to
say the least.

"It's almost here Ethan," I panted, my free hand going to my groin and
pulling on my heavy nuts. "Okay E, here it is." I groaned, shoved my hips
off the ground and slowed my stroke. I hadn't jacked off for the better
part of a week so had some build up and it showed. Like the young boy
before me, the first shot of cum hit my chest and was followed by six
more that landed anywhere from my nipples to my belly button. That was
followed by another four or so globs that oozed out and down over the
head to dribble across my thumb and fall into my nicely shaved pubic
patch. All in all it was a great sperming and I wasn't the only one who
thought so.

"Damn Martin that's a lot of cum." Indeed it was but then Ethan made a
fair amount of the stuff himself and I pointed that out to the boy. He
smiled and nodded his head. So, I'd managed to fulfill a couple of
fantasies and now it was on to the next one; holding the naked warm boy
in my arms, feeling his smooth skin against mine, reveling in the feeling
of him. Would it happen? I had no idea. Was it even possible? I had no
idea. Time would tell.

"So let's go back to the house and look these over okay Marin?" he asked.
I nodded my head and we started off. Ethan hadn't bothered to put his
underwear on so I saw no reason why I should either and simply carried my
clothing. We stopped along the way to get some garden shots, most of them
not really showing any genitalia, although a few came really close,
especially one or two where he was bent over looking at something and is
balls hung like ripe apples between his smooth thighs. We'd both lost our
erections, well mostly. There was still a little more blood in both cocks
that was necessary for minute to minute functioning. I got some frontal
shots of as well so all in all the outside session had been successful
albeit non commercial at least as far as we were concerned. I knew there
was a market for it but that wasn't an option.


The laptop was set up in a room best described as a den or office. It had
the obligatory huge desk, sofa, and a couple of armchairs as well as a
couple walls filled with books and photographs. I sat at the desk and
Ethan stood beside me as we filtered through the day's work and when we
got to the main event he gasped. He also was leaning into me, sometimes
only slightly and other times actually pressing his thirteen year old
cock into my upper arm. It was distracting to say the least.

"Oh man that's hot lookin Martin even if it is me doing it." I could feel
him bone up against my arm but made no comment. We cycled through the
images and trashed only a few, keeping the other four or five hundred. By
the time we got to my pix the boy had gotten fully erect and had to step
back to let his dick follow its natural upward course. He leaned back
against me seemingly unselfconscious of his arousal, which I knew had to
be all but impossible.
"Man I'm all hard again Martin," he finally said stepping away from me,
his cock standing proudly at attention.

"Yeah I sorta noticed Ethan. As you can see I'm in the same boat."

"What should we do about them?" he said with feigned innocence. I thought
a moment then said with as straight a face as I could.

"Only one thing you can do and that is treat em like a slave."  He gave
me a quizzical look.

"Beat em." The boy convulsed in laughter, holding his flat tummy as
though his innards would turn into outards. He finally stopped laughing
so his hard cock stopped bobbing around and his balls settled into simply
hanging.

"That was funny. Okay let's beat em then but no camera this time okay.
Just a friendly jack off."

I nodded my head. "I'm okay with that E. Any idea how you want to do it?"
He shook his head.

"Not really." I thought a moment.

"Are you ready to try something other than just jacking off?"

"You mean like sucking each other or something? I don't know about that
Martin, I mean, not yet anyway.

"No, not just sucking but there are lots of things we could do." Again I
thought a moment then asked if he had any lube or something similar. He
blushed a little then nodded his head and retrieved a bottle from his
night stand. It was fairly full.

"Okay so this is going to require body contact between us, you okay with
that?" I'd peaked his adolescent interest and he nodded his head, one arm
across his chest while the other was busy paying attention to his stiff
dick. I poured the lube into my cock and smeared then onto my belly and
pubic area. Ethan watched with interest and when I beckoned him he came
close to me. I poured lube in my hand then took hold of his raging boner
for the first time. It fucking felt great. I slowly stroked him, smearing
his dick with lube then poured some more and smeared his flat belly and
pubic bone then asked for something clean my hands off with, which he
brought to me.

"What we're going to do is called frottage and it's rubbing bodies
together. It's a very safe form of sex between two people and is very
erotic and sexual. I think you'll like how you feel when you cum. Okay?"
He nodded his head so I went to his bed and carefully lay down.

"So get on top of me Ethan just like you were going to fuck me." The boy
knelt then positioned himself above me lowered his body. I guided his
cock so that it lay right next to mine as he let his weight fully down in
me. He was light as a feather. I put my hands on his glorious butt and
rubbed the firm fleshy globes.

"How does that feel Ethan?" I asked softly and in an equally soft voice
he told me it was good.

"So start to rub against me like you were fucking." The boy began to
undulate his narrow hips, pressing his hard cock into the crease of my
hip and pubic bones, the tube sliding along side my own equally hard
cock.
It only took about ten seconds before he moaned out.

"Oh God Martin that feels so good." Indeed it did to me too but having it
done by the cutest and hottest boy I'd ever seen let alone been naked
with made it all that much more awesome for me. Holding onto his
delicious butt I encouraged the motion, pushing my hips back against the
adorably beautiful young teen. In my mind I envisioned him straddling my
lap, seven plus inches of thick cock buried deep inside his tight little
butt and connecting us together in the ages old dance of love.

The feel of his hard young cock sliding alongside mine was the thrill of
a lifetime not to be outdone by the feel of his balls as they drug up
through the crease of my crotch. I was getting close and I knew that
Ethan was too. The boy started adding some sideways motion to his
undulations and my hands on his delicious ass helped him out. Our cocks
got mashed together in the process and once again, the feelings were
incredible.

"I'm gonna cum soon Ethan," I whispered.

"Me too," he replied, his voice deepened by lust. Not a second later the
boy grunted then cried out and I pulled him tighter to me, made every
attempt to increase the pressure against both raging hard dicks and then
I came along with him.

Cumming during frottage is almost, and sometimes even better, that when
you cum inside a boy. There's so much pressure in so many places and so
much of a wider range of motion. In our case be bucked against each other
with a frenzy; ramming, mashing, pressing against each other as our balls
drained out their nectar in the gooey slime between our bellies. Ethan
surprised me by pressing his mouth against mine then pushing his tongue
against me to gain entry. I opened wide and our tongues met for a
friendly battle that lasted through the rest of our orgasm.

Ethan finally broke the kiss then collapsed against me, his dead weight
on my body and his head resting on my shoulder like true lovers. I loved
it. I ran my hands up and down his smooth back, rubbing lightly then
firmly, inviting the beautiful young teen to stay there just as long as
he wanted and needed to. Our breathing finally abated and I gently rolled
us onto our sides. I wanted to look into Ethan's face, revel in his
beauty for I had no idea whether or not we would repeat this day's
experiences and I wanted as much memory as I could possibly muster.

He opened his eyes and we just stared at each other for a moment. I felt
my heart pick up speed for I knew right then that everything was going to
be okay. Ethan's magnificent grey eyes told me that he was fully
accepting of what had happened between us and that he was going to weird
out on me and play it like it shouldn't have happened or that it was bad
and disgusting and he was scared of being a queer. I saw nothing but
acceptance when he looked at me and his subsequent light kiss was further
proof.  He laid his head on my shoulder.

"Does this make us lovers now Martin?" he asked softly. It took a moment
for me to answer but when I did I told him that being lovers usually
meant ongoing contact.

"I might like that," he finally said, "ongoing contact I mean." He was
quiet a moment then in a soft voice said,

"You love me don't you Martin?" I was caught totally of guard with the
question.

"Yeah Ethan, I guess I do." He kissed my neck and held me a little
tighter.

"I love you too Martin. At least I think I do. I know that I love what we
did today. Jacking off for you was the hottest thing, I loved it. And
this, this was incredible too." He was quiet again then went on.

"I'm pretty sure I'm gay Martin. I've sort of been questioning myself
about it since I was like ten. I've been wanting to do stuff with another
boy but it's so scary these days. I mean even though I'm really popular
at school and stuff I'd still get a lot of crap about being queer so I
haven't done anything about it. I'm really glad my mom did what I said
and asked you to do be my photographer." I leaned my head away from him
and gave him a quizzical look. I got a sheepish expression back and as
much as I wanted to pursue that statement, the sperm and goo were cooling
and running.

"Can we continue this discussion in the shower baby boy?" I asked, "this
stuff is getting pretty messy." He nodded his head and we carefully
rolled off the bed. The darling young thing took my hand and led me to
his shower and two minutes later we wallowed in the hot spray from
multiple heads. I told him I wanted to wash him and he nodded his head. I
had the freedom to run my hands all over his smooth firm body and did so
as he explained what he'd said.

"I remembered you from last year's picnic and I've seen you around a few
times. Then I saw you again this year. Because I've been paying attention
I noticed that you take more pictures of boys than anyone else so I got
to wondering. Then last summer I saw Tony show his cock and balls then
you both thumbed up and I guess I sort of suspected that you liked boys.
My mom and I been talking about me modeling so I bugged her about asking
you to do the photography. I've been wanting to do what we did today for
a long time but I've been scared. I know we've been leading up to it
because I've wanted to be sure that you'd go along with it, that you
wouldn't reject me or anything." The boy stopped talking and moaned for
my soapy hands were gently but firmly working his cock and balls, one
hand running all the way back to his hole. Ethan's cock had softened some
but in seconds he was back to being young boy hard.

"God I love it when you touch me there Martin, its like electric shocks
almost. I stroked him, pulled on his nuts a little bit then concentrated
on his hole, standing along side of him and running my fingers down his
crack until I reached his core then rubbed my soapy fingers against the
pucker muscle. For his part Ethan spread his legs a little more to give
me better access to him.

"Jeez I never knew my butt hole could be so sensitive." I explained that
everything was more sensitive when someone else was touching it and
having it licked was ten times better than that. Needless to day the sexy
young thing didn't believe me and needless to say I offered to show him
since I'd just cleaned the area myself and knew it to be clean. Thirty
seconds later I made a believer out of him.

Bent over against the shower wall, I peeled his cheeks open and gazed
lovingly at his core; a pink pucker of muscle without a hair in sight. I
could imagine my cock buried deep inside that magical hole and I could
further imagine dumping a days worth of cum up inside there as well. My
tongue snaked out and took a swipe and then another and after the third
one Ethan's hand was back there opening himself up even further. The boy
was moaning and he wasn't alone. I explored every millimeter of flesh
from the top his tight little hole all the way down onto the sensitive
underside of his balls, taking a moment to suck one of them into my mouth
for a moment.

I finally stopped and the boy turned around, nearly poking me in the eye
in the process. I didn't ask and I figured that after rimming him I
didn't need to. I took hold of his raging boner, pulled the nail hard
shaft down and sunk my mouth down over the swollen head. From there it
was only about moving my head and I did, taking half of him into my mouth
while one hand played with his balls and the other was on his ass.
Ethan's hands were at the sides of my head, fingers running through my
hair as I sucked him, reveling in the texture and taste of the boy. . I
loved sucking Ethan's cock, it was amazing. A cock is a cock for the most
part but it belonged to a beautiful boy and that made all the difference
in the world. The ass hand moved around and took hold of the shaft and
stroked, encouraging his body to give up yet another batch of boy honey
only this time I was going to eat it, ever drop. It didn't take long.

"Oh God Martin that feels awesome, you're gonna make me cum again." Yeah,
I figured and his words simply spurred me onward. A minute later I was
rewarded with a groan, a thrust of his slender hips as he attempted to
get as much of his cock in my mouth as possible, and then warmth of his
sperm as it splashed against the back of my throat. There wasn't a whole
lot of liquid this time and considering that he'd spermed out three times
in the space of an hour and a half that came as no surprise. I did manage
to get three or four healthy globs however before his dick head got too
sensitive for my tongue and giggling, he pushed me away. I continued to
jack his cock however, knowing that the feelings of afterglow would help
cement the experience for the boy.

I finally stood up and Ethan melted into my arms and there's nothing like
an armful of wet squirming boy. I held him tightly, hard cocks held
between our bellies. He finally broke away and got on his tip toes and
kissed me again.

"That was pretty incredible Martin, thank you." I nodded my head and told
him the pleasure was mine as well and he smiled a big toothy grin. "I'm
sure. Maybe next time I can suck on your cock too, would that be okay?" I
nodded my head. Clearly our session was over and again, it was no wonder.
The boy looked drained and I'd witnessed the draining so I quickly soaped
my lower extremities and we stepped out of the shower.

We dressed and went downstairs for another soda and sitting out on the
deck Ethan shared yet another bombshell with me.

"You know when I said I was sure I was gay?" I nodded my head. "I know I
am Martin cuz there's this boy I've seen around and I find myself
thinking about him. I sort of even wondered what it would be like to be
with him, to see him naked and maybe do stuff with him and after this
afternoon I don't even have to wonder. I think he's kind of flirting with
me too cuz when I see him around, like at the Y and stuff, I always see
him looking at me and he always smiles. He's really cute too Martin and I
sort of get a little tingly feeling in my belly just thinking about him."

My brain was shooting neurotransmitters like mad. Here I'd just managed
to finally get my boy naked and playing and there's a possibility of
losing him to another boy. Was I jealous? Damn straight. Did I let it
show? Not on your life. I could never do that to Ethan.

"Well it sounds as though you're sort of smitten Ethan," I said with a
knowing smile. "So are you asking advice or just telling me what's going
on." He shrugged his shoulders so I opted for door number one. "I guess
if I were you I'd try to make friends with him, hang out, get to know
him." Ethan nodded his head and smiled then told me that's what he
thought I'd say.

"I'm gonna do it Martin, I'm gonna try to get to know him." Ethan hugged
me before I climbed into my SUV. "Thanks for today Martin. It really
meant a lot to me. See you in a month." I kissed his forehead then left.
His last statement had a sense of finality to it and I felt a little
sense of loss but so be it. I was practical enough to know that if what
the boy had gifted me with that day was all there was then I'd settle for
that. Besides, I did have the pictures.

On the way home I wondered about the boy that Ethan was talking about and
my mind speculated on him, wondering just how cute he could be
considering Ethan's glowing beauty. The next month I found out for myself
when I met Quinn.