WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and
boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE
AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be
reading this or not!
8/98
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RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-4 "RITES OF BOYHOOD, part 4"
(Part #4) Copyright 1997 Vince Water
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Author's note: One of my devoted readers has found a small 'oops' in the
third story part that occured between Jimmy and Rick in the bathroom. I
had written that Jimmy wondered why Rick's dick wasn't even as long as his
own 'and this boy was THREE YEARS older than himself.' Actually, it should
have been only 'ONE year older than himself' since Jimmy is thirteen and
Rick is fourteen. My thanks to S.B. for catching that!
I welcome all comments and suggestions to my story-in-progress. Let me
know what you think of this story and what you would like to see happening
in it. I may just include your wish in a future story part! Write me. Okay?
Vince_Water@HotMail.com
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* "Rites of Boyhood" *
* - part 4 - *
Jeff was afraid of the man's presence. He let go of Jimmy's hand and
streaked into the trees to fetch their breech-cloths. The boys covered
their bodies in a rush while the man fumbled with something in his
hands. It was a camera.
Jimmy helped tie the long thong belt around Jeff's waist. His deerskin
flap with the yellow painted wavy lines was folded over the belt in front
of the boy while the black-lined cloth was folded over his belt in back.
Jimmy folded his two painted cloths over his belt. The flap with red
circles ended up over his butt.
When the two boys were clothed (as much as two Indian flaps over their
bodies could be considered 'clothed'), the man kept them from escaping
with his outstretching hands. There was no scolding tones in his voice
when he spoke, only praise.
"I think your breech-cloths were the best-painted of all the boys," he
explained. "Can I take a few pictures of you in them?"
"Who are you?" Jimmy asked. The voice sounded familiar but he didn't
recognize the man. He stood tall over them; a thin man wearing blue jeans
and a loose-fitting shirt.
The boy's question brought a chuckle from the man. "As Growing Tail...
you knew my name."
"He was Brightly Dressed!" Jeff shouted.
The man nodded. "Don't recognize me in white man's clothing, eh?"
Jimmy grinned. "No. You looked really different as an Indian." He
didn't want to say any of the bad things that he had thought about the
white man when he tried passing himself off as an Indian warrior.
"While I'm in white man's clothes, call me Peter." He uncapped the
lens cover to his camera and checked on the number of exposures remaining.
"Can I take pictures of the two of you?"
Jeff was embarrassed by the thought of it. He looked around as if
trying to come up with some reason not to. Jimmy, on the other hand was
proud that someone thought enough of his painted Indian breech-cloth to
take pictures of it. He raised his arms in a show of strength, tightening
his muscles in a proud 'Indian boy' stance. The man lifted the camera to
his eye and focused on Jimmy. He snapped a photo.
"That was good," said Peter. He noticed Jeff's worried look but knew
how to turn the boy around his way. A ploy that had worked before with
other boys who felt shy before his camera. "I'll give you a chocolate bar
for letting me take the photos..."
Jeff's ears perked up. He LOVED chocolate. The man reached into his
shirt pocket and drew out a Hershey's bar which he gave to the little boy.
'Now there was a good reason for allowing the man to take pictures,' Jeff
thought. He strutted beside his friend in a proud display of their Indian
breech-cloths which didn't hide much. Peter shot a few pictures of them.
It became a merry little game for Jimmy and Jeff. They both tried to
out do each other with what they considered to be the best Indian poses
for the man to photograph them in. Fierce expressions filled their faces
while their bodies hardened to show bulging muscles. Peter was very
amused by their display. He was kept busy photographing them.
The man squatted. He adjusted his camera lens and took photos of the
boys' lower bodies; of their flapping breech-cloths and what skin peeked
through from their movement. After a few shots, he asked the boys to stand
sideways to him, facing each other and grasping each other's arms as if to
wrestle. The boys performed as they were bidden. Jeff especially enjoyed
the attention.
A few more pictures were taken. Peter then asked the boys to stand
back-to back while holding hands. It was a cute butts shot. The boys'
breech-cloths hung down together in their backwards embrace. The man
stepped closer and took carefully aimed shots. He wished for more.
That's when the film ran out. Peter looked at his frame count with
dread. "It's all exposed," he explained. Jeff pushed himself away from
Jimmy and stuck his butt out towards the man, taunting him by lifting up
his rear flap.
Peter chuckled at the boys' game. It was a cute little butt sticking
out towards him under the rear flap. He calmly rewinded his camera and
removed the used roll of 35mm film. Jimmy joined his friend by showing off
his butt to the man. A fresh roll was inserted into the camera, slowly
advanced with some clicks. Peter dropped to his knees in a rush. Snap!
"I've caught you," he bragged.
The two boys spun around in alarm. "You won't show anyone those photos
that you're taking of us, will you?" Jimmy pleaded.
"No. They're only for me," Peter lied. "I've taken pictures of other
boys in breech-cloths... and some without anything on."
"You mean naked?" Jeff asked.
Peter nodded his head. "I find boys a very interesting subject to
photograph. It reminds me of my own youth when I skinny dipped in ponds,
showered with older boys at school, stayed over at my friend's house to
sleep and that sort of thing. I've grown up too quickly into a man. I miss
my carefree times as a boy so my camera tries recapturing what I've lost."
Jimmy came to understand what Peter was all about. As Brightly Dressed,
he had given a speech to the boys about taking their time to have fun
before growing too quickly into men. It made sense. Taking photos of boys
helped the man to relive his own youth.
Jimmy looked to Jeff for his reaction. He knew that the young boy was
more easily embarrassed about things; getting naked before a camera would
surely be one of them. Jeff was looking around to see if there was anyone
nearby. He then faced Jimmy as if to put the decision squarely on his
shoulders. Jimmy felt that familiar heavy pang in his stomach. A warning
of something yet the idea was thrilling to perform naked before this man.
And he could be with his friend when doing it too!
"Okay..." Jimmy began, "but let's not take the pictures out here." He
turned to Jeff and saw the boy's acceptance of his decision. It was a
silly thing to allow the man his naked photographs but what harm could
come of it?
"We can go into the woods," Peter suggested. Jimmy nodded in agreement.
The man led the way while his 'Indian' boys followed after him. It was
with much disappointment that the man recalled his not having more rolls
of film on him.
Jimmy took hold of Jeff's hand while they walked. He smiled when his
friend tore into the candy bar's wrapper and bite off a chunk. When he
was offered a piece, he eagerly ate the chocolate. Hershey's was the best!
Peter took them deeper through the woods. He never looked back. Jimmy
was drawn to the man's butt showing through his tight pants; how the
shape of his rounded cheeks could be seen as he walked. When wearing a
breech-cloth, Jimmy had seen his rear nudity. The man had a muscular
butt with hair over it.
When they had walked some distance into the trees, Peter stopped. He
found Jeff nibbling on his bar of chocolate. Jimmy bore a melted brown
stain at the corner of his mouth.
"This place will make a great natural background for my photos," Peter
explained. "You two do look like Indian boys... Cute, too!"
Jeff blushed. Jimmy saw that he man was ready with his camera so he
placed the half-eaten chocolate bar on the ground. His young friend faced
him nervously. He still had his breech-cloth on. 'Should we remove them
to allow naked pictures to be taken of us?' Jimmy wondered.
"You won't be showing our photos to anyone?" he asked once more.
"No. I keep them for myself," Peter answered. He saw the boys' shy
reluctance so he lowered his camera when an idea came to him. A bold plan
that may gain him with more than naked 'photos' from these boys.
"Why not take a picture of me first?" Peter asked. He handed Jimmy his
camera and started unbuttoning his shirt. When it came off, the man's
tanned chest was revealed. It was also very hairy.
Peter looked down at Jimmy with a sly grin. When the boy remained
still, he nodded his head in a gesture for his picture to be taken.
Jimmy wasn't exactly sure of how to do it but he didn't want to appear
stupid before his friend so he didn't ask. He lifted the heavy camera to
his eye and pointed it at Peter. The image through the viewer was a
little fuzzy. He recalled how the man had turned something around the
lens before taking a picture so he tried it. The man's hairy chest came
into view... A clear shot. Jimmy pressed the black button. Snap.
Peter smiled. "That was good. When I get the roll developed, we'll see
if your shot of me was in focus."
Jeff wasn't satisfied with only the one photograph. He stepped towards
Peter in a defiant stance and shouted, "Let's get a photo without you
wearing any pants!"
Jimmy was surprised by his friend's bold demand but it made sense. If
they were going to pose nude, the man should do it also. Peter's smile
vanished from his face when he saw that the boys were serious.
Peter was concerned about the consequences. Even if no one learned of
them taking naked photos of each other in the woods, his film might still
get him into trouble. A friend developed it for him. She might not
understand why a naked shot of himself would be found with the shots of
summer camp activities; boy nudes weren't uncommon.
He had photographed half-naked boys in breech-cloths before and a
whole roll of film was once spent on a group of boys skinny dipping in
the lake last summer. She developed those rolls of film without batting
an eye... but a naked photo of himself?!
The decision was made. Peter would risk it. He wasn't often able to
find a naked boy to photograph and the two youths standing before him
seemed willing... only if he did it first.
"Turn that lever a few times," Peter asked. When Jimmy couldn't find
the film advance, he helped the boy to do it. The camera was ready for
its next shot. However, another lever was secretly adjusted by the man.
He hoped that the slower shutter speed would over expose the film or at
the very least make the next shots too blurry to make out. That was the
man's hope anyway.
Peter backed away from Jimmy in the direction of the falling afternoon
sun. Its glare would also make for a poor shot. He unfastened his jeans
and unzipped his fly. The loosened pants dropped to his ankles. No socks
or shoes were being worn. When he started pulling down his underwear, he
became a bit self-conscious. 'What if my camera could still take a good
picture?' he wondered. An idea came to him. There wasn't any objections
from the boys when he turned away. His underwear fell to his feet.
'A hairy butt for sure,' Jimmy thought. Jeff giggled at his side while
looking the man over. He saw how the middle of Peter's body was quite
pale compared to his darker legs below and his tanned chest and arms
above. There was faint hair over both of the man's cheeks and he wondered
about that.
"Take a picture of my ass," Peter asked.
The boys giggled. The black button was found and Jimmy started to
press it. He kept still and aimed the camera at the man's backside. Snap.
The photo was taken.
Peter turned around in triumph. "That was good! Now, why don't the
both of you remove your rear cloths and stand back-to-back so that I can
take a picture of your rear ends!"
The boys were slow to respond to Peter's request. Their eyes were wide
when taking in the sight of the man's naked body. It sent tremors of
excitement through Peter. He allowed the youths their moment of study.
Jimmy looked over the man's frontal nudity. He saw a lot of hair on
Peter's muscular chest which led down to a dark bush of groin hair.
Sticking out from it was his cock, semi-hard with a pink head. Hanging
below it was the man's hairy balls. They were huge! Both sacs dropped
down between the man's legs, one a little lower than the other.
Jeff also stared. This was his first time at seeing a grown man naked.
He was amazed by all the HAIR. Jimmy had some from his growth but only on
his groin. The youth wondered if his friend would also get a hairy butt
when he grew older. He asked about it.
"No. Not every man has a hairy body like mine," Peter answered. "Some
remain smooth like a boy's soft skin." A smile crossed his lips. It
thrilled him to be the object of attention by such cute boys.
"Do you have hair everywhere?" Jeff asked.
Peter nodded. "All over me. It's softer in some places and coarse in
others..." An idea came to him. "What to see?"
Jimmy watched the man kick away his fallen pants and underwear from
his feet. Fully naked, he stepped closer to them and raised up his arms,
gesturing for his body to be touched. The boys were too shy. Peter saw
this so he turned around. Jeff boldly reached out for his hairy butt.
Jimmy giggled.
Peter felt a boy's hand over his right butt cheek. It was a very
sensual feeling for him and he knew that his soft hair was being felt
there. He kept his back to the curious boys so that they would feel more
comfortable with their exploration. It worked. Another hand touched his
left butt cheek, grasping its curve and following it downwards. The
fingers brushed against his balls. He spread his legs in response and
bent over a little. The boy gentle cupped them in his hand.
"I think he's got hair in there!" Jeff whispered.
Peter smiled. He bent over even more to open his butt to the curious
boys. A coolness was felt over his hole. It was like a lightning bolt
striking his body! He felt the sudden need for something to touch him
there - a boy's probing finger, their tongue... even an erection sticking
into him! The man was very lust-filled at that moment.
Jeff was startled by the man's submissive pose. It looked very sexual
to him in a way that he couldn't explain. Almost as if the man was waiting
for them to do something to him... but what?
Jimmy saw it too. He pulled away his fingers from the man's balls,
brushing them against the crack of his butt. The pink rosebud in its
depths puckered like a mouth's sad expression. A circle of black hair
surrounded it. Jimmy gasped with understanding. He had seen Jeff in a
similar naked pose; their front to back embrace in the shower and what it
had led to between them. 'Was this man wanting me to stick into him?'
The hands fell away from Peter's trembling body. He slowly straightened
up in the hope that the boys' touching game would continue. I didn't.
Their magical moment had ended. He realized that the boys were too young
to know about fucking or the other acts of male sex. It was enough to show
them what his mature body looked like. In return, he might get some nice
photos of their wonderfully immature boy shapes: small, soft and hairless!
Peter saw his clothes over the ground but decided not to don them yet.
He turned to face the youths. Jimmy's eyes widened like dollar coins. He
couldn't believe the SIZE of Peter's erection that had grown from what
he'd seen earlier of the man's limp state. There was an inwards curve to
the thick shaft. Its pink head almost reached to the man's navel.
Peter gently took back his camera from Jimmy's hands. He reset the
shutter speed and checked the frame counter. There were eighteen shots
left. While he made other small adjustments to his camera, he gestured
for the boys to get naked. Jeff was the first to pull away his folded
cloth from his belt. He turned his back to Jimmy and waited. Peter
remembered to advanced the film.
It was with a sigh that Jimmy removed his rear flap. He turned around
and stood against Jeff, their butts touching. Peter squatted low to the
ground. He took some time focusing his camera before shooting the
picture. When it was done, he asked the boys to face each other. His next
move was to get them to remove their front cloths.
Jimmy began feeling uncomfortable with his nudity. He felt an erection
pressing against his front flap and he very much didn't want the man to
see it. A quick peek proved that Jeff also bore one. Yet the youth seemed
unmindful of it, even reaching under his front flap for a few pulls. That
caused Jimmy's face to burn. He couldn't stop his friend's act with the
man looking on.
Small hands pulled at Jimmy's breech-cloth. Before he could stop it,
Jeff had bared him. He looked down at his erection standing tall against
his belly. The man's eyes were eagerly upon it. Jimmy could only grin and
bear it. That's when he noticed the man pulling over his cock. A slow
rubbing motion but one proving that he knew about that male pleasure.
Jeff turned to his friend with both breech-cloths in his hands. Jimmy
was too busy staring at the man's cock to notice him. That brought out
some giggles in the little boy. He glanced down at the finger-sized pole
standing against his belly and saw how it held no comparison for Peter's
hugeness... so hard and tall in the man's moving hand.
Jimmy watched the two handling their dicks. It was a similar motion
but there were many difference between the man's body and a boy's. Jeff
made a quick rubbing motion over his pole that got his balls bouncing.
Peter's hand took a slow, long pull over his cock. Its pink head was wet.
Dark hairs from the man's groin crunched against his palm with each
stroke. It was like grasping the thick handle to a mighty tomahawk. Jimmy
knew what its ending strike would be like.
The man's 'blow' never came. He let go of his cock to shoot his camera
instead. A photograph was made of Jeff. When the boy saw what was done,
he let go of his erection in embarrassment. Jimmy laughed.
"He caught you!"
Peter hoped that his shot hadn't been too bold are scary for the
youth. He squatted over the dirt with his camera resting over his right
thigh. Against his belly, the curving length of his cock rested against
his belly, oozing... and it throbbed with each of his heart beats.
Jimmy turned to face his friend. The painted flaps in Jeff's hands
were dropped so that they could hold each other. Not an embrace; the boys
stood close with their dicks nearly touching. Jimmy held Jeff with his
right arm coming around the boy's neck. They both looked down to their
bellies at that which made them boys. The man hungered for it.
Peter held his breath. He saw the beautiful sight before him: two cute
boys in a loose embrace, naked; their dicks long and touching. Jimmy was
standing on his right - a bit taller than Jeff on the left. Their heads
coming together like friends sometimes do. The little boy held his dick
and pressed its head against the older boy's erection. It was an amazing
thing to watch. Taking a photo might disturb the reverence of their
moment. The man risked it by bringing up his camera and aimed...
Jimmy's hand was getting in the way. It looked like the boy was also
going to pull over his erection, blocking the man's view of them. Peter
slowly stood up for a better shot. He kept as still as the frightened
bunny being stalked by the hawk. He tried acting like he wasn't even
there so that the boys wouldn't snap out of their playfulness. The man's
finger swirled anxiously around the camera's button. He waited. Waited...
As the man was going to go for the shot, Jimmy's hand moved back to
his left hip. Peter had a clear shot of their bellies and what stuck out
between them... erections pointing together. Snap. The photo was taken!
It would later be considered the pride of Peter's collection.
Jeff reached his left hand around his friend's butt and held it. Jimmy
heard the click from Peter's camera and he felt embarrassed again so he
brought his hands around Jeff's small body to hold the boy close to him;
hiding their long dicks from the man's view.
Peter advanced the film. He decided against taking more shots since it
might dispell the boy's magical moment. He already managed his best capture
of the day, and in years to come its enchanting image would get transformed
from the 35mm negative to a computer digitized image: haji_mik.jpg; an
easier medium to share with all his boy-loving friends. Interested?
Jimmy kept Jeff in a close forward embrace. They enjoyed their sharing
of bodily warmth, the sensual feel of bare skin against skin while
between them there was a male struggle going on. It was urged on by the
boys' hands over each other's butts; their pulling down motion timed
together in a lusty beat not unlike a drum's rhythm. Only their drums
were of flesh and it muffled their lusty hand strikes.
Peter watched it all in awe. He could imagine what the fronts of the
youths were doing. Their butts were humping with sexual intent, driving
the male motion between the boys' bellies. His own belly was wet from the
oozing of his aching cock. He wished that it could join into the boys'
male battle of flesh swords.
'Why not?' Peter decided. He put his camera down and slowly stepped
towards the boys with his own need. His long hairy arms reached around
their straining bodies, not yet capturing them until his cock was in
position to slip between the boys' surging bellies. Jeff noticed the man
at his side. He felt the intrusion of what had been only a boy's male
struggle. The man's big hard cock was joining into it.
Peter enclosed his arms around each youth's back. His hairy body
pressed against boyish smoothness while his hard manhood found a place
between boyhood expression.
"Ah... It's all right," Peter assured his young friends. "I want to
join your hug and do it with you if that's okay?"
Jimmy felt the man's arm over his back, clutching him and straining to
keep hold. Jeff was looking down their bellies, at the man's cock sticking
between their erections. They were rubbing together in a chaotic, untimed
beat. And very mismatched! Yet Jimmy allowed it. He gave his worried
friend a smile of assurance. 'The man was only wanting to join into their
belly rubbing to shoot off his long dick.'
Peter sighed with contentment. The boys accepted his embrace! His cock
made slow forward stabs through their bumping bellies and he felt hard
boy poles rubbing back. Not in a proper rhythm though. The man took
control of their mating triad. His hands lowered to each boy's backside
and set the timed pace. A gripping of their soft warm butts to get their
poles thrusting up against his; a wonderful smashing of maleness! His
hands relaxed a moment before the next thrill-building surge.
To avoid the awkward arm crunch, Jimmy and Jeff pulled out their arms
that were against Peter's chest and finding nowhere better to rest them,
clutched the man's butt. One hand per hairy cheek.
Peter sighed at the touch. His butt was a very sensitive part of his
body and two cute boys were holding it! His hands had a hold of their
shapely softness, a very pleasing thing to the man. He squatted a little
to properly align himself to the boys' stabbing level.
Jimmy gasped for air. He felt the power of Man guiding his boyhood. An
adult's control over his sexuality but not in a frightening manner.
Peter's big hand had taken all of his butt and moved the rest of his body
towards sexual fulfillment. The forced forward stabs felt tremendous! His
body was smashed against Jeff's and smashed against Peter's for a moment
of utter male lust. That need to hurt until sweet release. Jeff was a
little frightened. His loins weren't driven by a seed's need to be freed
but he recognized the building thrills his erection was giving him. He
clung to his friend until the end. Peter was very pleased. He kept the two
boys in his charge on the path towards sexual ecstasy. It would be a good
ending for all of them, he knew.
The man's body labored at it. Though the forest air was cool, he felt
sweated from their sexual performance. His hairy legs brushed against the
boys' thin legs. He knew that they felt the soft hair of his lower chest
and stomach tickling against their sides. And in the sweet spot, his
coarse groin hair crunched against their smoothness. It was a wonderful
show of man over boy.
Jimmy panted for breath. His body was locked into a repeating exercise
of maleness: stabbing forward when his butt was pushed on hard by the man,
a thrill from it followed by a short retreat. He felt the hardness from
the others snaking around his dick, moving, thrusting and pulling back.
Peter kept himself in check. He was stronger than the boys so he didn't
want to hurt them. His arms moved with deliberate care, firm in rhythm but
gentle. His hands cupped boy softness and pushed to guide their frontal
maleness for stabs then relaxing over their butts in a repeating rhythm.
He felt his cock very close to its explosive release. Wait... not yet..!
Jeff was the first to cry out. His held breath came out as a high-
pitched wail that was cut short by his urgent need to inhale. Jimmy heard
it and his dick squirted. He too cried out from male victory, his voice
more breath than voice. Peter grinned. He knew what his boys had done
and at least one of them had shot his dick off. Their male knot between
their bellies had become slippery. With a savage pull over the youths'
butts, he bucked his own ass to drive his cock home. It was met with
only boyish resistance, stabbing far. The man shot. He bucked again for
his next few squirts and at their bitter-sweet ending, moaned out like a
weary bear after a victorious battle.
Jimmy enjoyed the brief thrills. His captured body surged and fought
against the hands around him while he shot. The tense taunt bow string in
him had snapped. His arrows flew. Wet ones.
Jeff cried out again. Though his pole couldn't come out, it did give
him intense sensations with each held breaths. He felt the heated wetness
splashing over him from the others. It was an exciting moment! Yet brief.
The three stood as if stuck together, joined by their male bonding.
Loud breaths of air. A straining clutch of naked flesh, easing... hands
relaxing over a companion's butt while between them, at the center of
male power and achievement, seeds of maturity and seeds of possibilities
were proof of the enormity of what they had done. A wonderful thing!
Jeff returned to himself. He rested against the others while catching
his breath. Something trickled against his balls; a kind of wetness
dripping down from them to his thighs. His eyes widened. He realized what
it was and pride filled him for his friend's accomplishment. Peter's too.
Jimmy took a deep breath. His sight cleared enough for him to see
things again. He saw Jeff with a tense expression on his face. A look at
Peter proved that the man was very pleased with what they'd done. He
could feel its wet result flowing down his belly to his dick.
Peter was very happy. He had taken his two boys to that place where a
man brings his mate for energy release, bonding and acceptance. His loins
were satisfied... so too was his heart. He felt at peace with himself, glad
that his need went unspurned by boys. It wet their young bodies with love.
"I have to piss," Jimmy asked. Their magical moment had ended by his
admission. He felt the reluctant release of hands from around his body
but they loosened enough for him to turn away. Their triad was broken. He
found a tree and after an awkward pause, let go.
Jeff came to his side. With a nervous giggle, the youth joined his
yellow stream over Jimmy's. A quick glance at each other revealed what
their embrace had achieved. It was a wonderful discovery to see their
bodies covered with spilt seed. Jimmy's groin was filled with a man's
thick white cum which ran down his pole. Jeff's belly and his balls were
sticky from a clear, boyish release.
"You did that?" Jeff asked while pointing at the wet spots on his body.
Jimmy could only nod. He pointed down at himself and knew that his
friend saw the thick white cum of a man on him. Jeff grinned. He continued
to piss against the tree roots.
Peter was busy too. With camera in hand, he had stalked around the
boys' position by the tree, aimed... and shot their wet appearance. He saw
their yellow flows end because of his intrusion. Frowns and worried looks
followed. The man had to act quickly. He lowered his camera and took his
limp penis in hand and aimed it. A strong yellow flow came out at the
boys' feet. After a moment, Jimmy and Jeff joined him.
When they were done, it became an awkward moment like when Adam and Eve
realized their nakedness after eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge.
Jeff ran to fetch their breech-cloths. Peter went to where his pants and
underwear layed over the ground. He put them on followed by the wearing of
his shirt. When he looked around for the boys, he found them clothed in
their Indian flaps of deerskin. There were smug expressions of both faces.
"If you're done with photographing us," Jimmy asked, "we'll be
returning to our barracks."
Peter nodded. "Just one more shot," he pleaded. When he saw little
resistance, he quickly brought his camera up to his eye. His view finder
focused on the two boys facing him. Pout faces; Jeff broke into a grin
while Jimmy still had a serious look on him.
"You really do have the best painted breech-cloths of the group," Peter
told them. That brought out a smile in Jimmy. Snap. The photo was taken.
"Thank you. I'll always treasure what we've done here. Can you keep it
a secret?" Peter pleaded.
Jimmy thought about it. "I can, if you keep our photos a secret!" Jeff
agreed by nodding his head.
"Done. I'll see you two back at my lodge in seven fingers of days!"
Peter watched the two boys run down the path. Their rear cloths flapping
over their small butts and the man could still feel the warmth of them in
his hands. His camera held the sweet secrets of their young bodies though
he wondered where he could go to release them onto photographic paper?
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