Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2010 17:06:35 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fisherman Part 3

All quiet, I'm curious though - there's next weekend to anticipate of
course - but someone had been watching us...for the entire performance too,
I recognised the flash of sun on binoculars so could only speculate as to
what would happen next.  I wasn't concerned though because having watched
us from start to finish he'd have difficulty maintaining any moral outrage,
I mean I'd be inclined to ask "if you found the whole business so
disgusting, what compelled you to watch it to conclusion?" or something to
that effect.  No, I was actually wondering if there would be an approach,
and if so what form it would take but again, if it were simply some voyeur
enjoying the sight of me being thoroughly done over...well, I wished them
joy of it.

It was habit by now, idly I sauntered along the front...the waves were
soothing after all and there were far worse spots in which to pass the
time, daydreaming I gazed out to see when suddenly

"Psst, wanna see some dirty pictures?"

I jumped and prepared to bolt for it, a delighted chuckle gave me pause
however, an elegant yet casually dressed individual stood smiling
mischievously.  His age was hard to guess but in any event I'm no good at
such things, I did note greying hair however...and I knew him or rather,
knew OF him for his was the face behind those exhibitions...you know the
ones that had all the crusading types jumping up and down demanding that
they close.  Fascinated, I stared back at him and belatedly became aware of
his companion, a woman trim and severe looking yet pretty I suppose.  The
intruder cleared his throat

"Well, I live here you see, and I have a superb view of the dunes, in my
business of course I like to play with new equipment..and some of the new
digital zoom lens are incredible, simply amazing....look at this for
instance?"

It was me, oblique to the camera and behind me...well it was quite obvious
what he was doing to me, you could even see his shaft - or what was left
exposed.  Of course I thought, it explained the flashes, not binoculars but
a camera lens.  I looked at the scene more carefully, certainly not crystal
clarity but considering the distance, well not bad at all.  Again he spoke

"Now as I suspect you know I present much of my work in public BUT some is
not for display, it is solely for my own enjoyment..sometimes shared by my
dear friend here and what I would like to do is to capture at close
quarters some of those tantalising images you displayed at a distance.
Now, you I think are a boy who likes to be..enjoyed, I suggest that we
three retrace your steps and when in place we simply take things as they
come, it could be me behind the camera, or perhaps my friend here..."

The idea had its appeal certainly, I began to imagine the things I'd be
asked to do, and as the possibilities turned over in my mind, so I started
to become aroused.  Looking from one to the other I thought a bit more,
then nodded agreement.

This spot was becoming familiar, cheerful and relaxed my two companions
settled themselves, almost without realising it, I found I was being
positioned, skilled direction, unobtrusive prompting....that shot, it was
angled up a thigh as I sat with leg outstretched, now the woman came up and
fussing began unbuttoning my shirt, interested I watched as she stopped
midway then carefully pulled it to one side away from a shoulder, I stood
posed with left shoulder and nipple exposed - again and again the camera
buzzed.  Then the next part, they asked to remove my shorts..of course I
had no problem with this, except that by now I had a raging erection.  They
noticed of course but the reaction was delighted laughter, in fact some
close ups resulted, then I was rotated and my buttocks were in focus, there
is something of the exhibitionist in me because by now, I was aching...you
know where.  They must have realised for soon after the camera was passed
to the female and I was approached with another proposition...to me it
seemed a natural sequence of events but he approached the matter
cautiously....

"Well, you saw that photo earlier didn't you but now...I'd like us to have
something close up, intimate...you see, I have condoms with me and other
stuff to use so, what do you say?"

I told him that given the state I was in now, it would be kindest to just
take me and bugger me.  Delighted laughter from both, carefully he
undressed then came up beside me, I felt slippery fingers at work and
parted my buttocks for him...bliss, then the fingers entered..and I wiggled
my hips, the camera buzzed.  They were ready and so was I but ever mindful
of camera angles, he arranged his body to ensure that the lens would record
the moment of entry so angling from above and below the woman became busy,
and as he began to thrust in, she darted round in front to capture the look
on my face, no angle was neglected, kneeling, lying flat or stretching high
above, as he took me she ensured a perfect record of events...but these
would be special, not just a depicted coupling of man and boy.  After the
novelty began to wane, I simply relaxed to enjoy the session and wondered
how he felt, after all he'd watched someone else have me from afar - and
now he found himself sampling my wares first hand, I couldn't resist it

"Does it feel...as nice as it did when you watched them both take me?"

A snort of laughter interrupted the panting behind, he didn't falter...

"This is fabulous, I wonder, could we share it ... would you mind one
more?"

Puzzled, I braced myself as I felt his build up......I mentioned that would
be fine but....then he began to cum, more camera action, then as he
masturbated me to my own climax...a close up - of my face and then my
erupting penis...slowly he subsided, then paused and I felt the gradual
inevitable withdrawal.

"Alright sweetie, I'll take the camera"

Puzzled I glance back, standing behind me with skirt unbuttoned, I saw long
nylon clad legs exposed...then between them rampant, a lovely
penis..involuntarily I exclaimed

"Oh wow, you're lovely!"

Long fingers delicately grasped my limp penis and softly went to work,
youth, novelty..both combined to have me erect and eager in no time, this I
was looking forward to, the slender body pressed against my buttocks as she
fondled, gently pulled back and pressed again..to tease...the third time
though, I felt it, that exciting pressure as your entry is suddenly parted,
a moment's discomfort and now began the most skilful fuck I'd experienced
in my short life, I was enraptured, oblivious to camera, the thrill of her
penis worked its magic within.  She didn't need to masturbate me, I came
twice and cried out each time, then finally as she sank gracefully onto my
quivering body I savoured the warm presence holding me tight, desperately I
tried to keep that penis buried...though it too gave up the struggle and
shrank, oozing out between my boyish buttocks.  I looked at her with awe...

"Oh yes, I'm a boy actually....but I like...nice clothes and I don't think
you minded that much did you?"

I shook my head.