Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 06:37:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Glynn <robert.glynn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Photo Shoot

    This is a slightly modified version of the story that I had published
in Handjobs Magazine in their June 2007 Issue.  It contains themes of
explicit homosexual contact, and incest between men and boys.  Wow.  If
don't like that, do something besides read this.  Knitting can be fun
and productive.  If you do like that, why don't you insert a large
cylindrical object into your rectum and read on.   I love hearing from
guys who like my stories, e-mail, me the dirtier the better.


INTERNATIONAL GEO PHOTO SHOOT
BY
ROBERT GLYNN


    The staff at International Geo Magazine made all the arrangements,
including airline tickets, visa, and introductions.  The spread was on
modern day sheep herding.  Other photographers went to Utah, New Zeeland,
Spain, and Australia.  I went to Turkey.  I flew into Ankara, rented a
pickup truck, and drove to the Cappadocia Region in Central Anatolia.
That is where I met Turgut the shepherd, and his two sons Mustafa and
Ali.  Turgut was fluent in German, having lived there for several years,
and so was I.  The boys spoke only Turkish, which I do not speak.
    Turgut was about my age, mid-forties, and a rugged, handsome,
hirsute, man with a great bushy mustache.  The boys could not have looked
more different from their father.  Blond, trim, smooth, blue eyed, they
obviously took after the mother, who Turgut had met, and left, in
Germany.  Mustafa, the oldest boy, was quick to laugh, had a mischievous
look in his eye, and was drop-dead handsome with a thousand watt smile.
Ali, the youngest, was a bit shy, skinny, and had a pretty, almost
girlish, face.
    The Anatolian landscape, the camp setting, the sheep and dogs, and
the handsome man, and beautiful boys, made it a photographer's dream.
At sunset on the first day in camp, we all went down to a small creek,
stripped naked and bathed together.  Turgut had a beautiful, strong,
body, a big cock, and low hanging balls.  He was easy to look at, but to
tell the truth, I could hardly keep my eyes off the naked boys.  Mustafa
was smooth and nearly hairless except for a neat, tight patch of pubic
hair and small tuffs of hair in his armpits.  His cock was on the
smallish side, with the balls held close in his tight, rounded, scrotal
sack, up against his body.  His body was muscular yet still boyish, with
the beautiful form of a naturally athletic youth.  His ass made my tongue
hard.  Ali was considerably smaller than his older brother, except
between his legs, there his genitals were unusually large for a boy his
size and age.  He was skinny and his body was still completely hairless,
and the foreskin on his cock extended well past his cock's head,
presenting a sexy appearance I simply found enchanting.  His balls hung
low like his father's, and his cute little boy butt made me deeply
hungry.  It was a struggle not to bone up right there in front of the
boys and their father.  As it was, I found Turgut watching me whenever I
looked at his naked boys, and more than once, he smiled when I blushed at
being caught ogling his sons.
    After a wonderful dinner that first night, cooked by the boys, we all
sat around the campfire talking and taking the measure of each other.
When Turgut mentioned that he had learned to love German beer, I offered
some of the ample supply of Irish Whiskey I had brought.  I was surprised
when after his first pull on the bottle Turgut passed it to his boys.
Turgut and I drank most of the bottle, but he passed it to the boys often
enough that it wasn't long until none of us was feeling any pain.  After
a while, Turgut brought out a shepherd's flute and played while the boys
sang.  The photos I took that evening were incredible.  Turgut played
some German drinking songs he had taught the boys, and I joined in.
"Du, du, liben meim herzen.  Du, du, liben mein sinn.." we sang.
    When the bottle was empty, the moon high and the fire burned low,
Turgut said, "Let's put out the fire and go to sleep."  So saying, he
and the boys rose, stepped close to the fire, and took their cocks out of
their pants.  They all looked at me expectantly until I caught on that
they were waiting for me to join them in the very masculine rite of
pissing on the fire.  As we all stood there peeing all I could think of
was how I envied the fire.
    I shared the tent with Turgut and the boys.  I was delighted when
they all striped naked to sleep, and not wanting to be the odd-man out, I
did likewise.  Turgut and I slept side by side, and the two boys slept
together, side by side, at our feet.  Only moments after we lay down I
heard whispering, giggling, and shortly the unmistakable the sound of
cock sucking, from the boys at our feet.  My cock was rock hard.  At any
moment, I expected Turgut to rise up and stop the boys.  I was sure he
had not yet fallen asleep; the boys had started to play almost as soon as
the light was put out, and I was crazy listening to the two boys engage
in sex play in the dark, only inches away from me.  I wanted to stroke my
cock, but I was afraid of adding to the noise.  Hell, what I really
wanted was to rise up and rape the boys, but in the end, I lay in bed, my
cock as hard as a rock, listening until the boys had finished their sex
games, and then lay there until, after a long while, I fell asleep.
    The next few days preceded much like the first.  Getting to know each
other and taking many photographs as the boys and their father went about
their regular lives.  I must admit the highlights of the day for me was
watching the boys bathe each evening and seeing them strip naked each
night preparing for bed.  After blowing out the lamp out each night, the
boys again engaged in sex, brazenly not attempting to hide the sounds.
After the first night, I could no longer restrain myself and I
masturbated listening to the two boys play.
    During the next few days, the boys became more and more open about
their nudity.  When they saw that I liked looking at them naked, they
became more and more daring, inviting me to take photos of them bathing
in the stream and going so far as to urinating, and even defecating,
where I could watch, and photograph them.  Ali, it seemed to me, was
especially adept at finding poses that allowed me to see his beautiful
pink, hairless shit hole.  Their father only smiled and nodded
encouragement when the boys frolicked naked before me.
    The evening of the fifth day after supper we sat around the campfire,
Turgut brought out his flute, and I produced another bottle of Irish
whiskey.  After a couple of songs and after the bottle was passed around
several times Turgut looked at me and said, "You like looking at my boys
don't you, would you like to watch them dance?"
    I took a swig of the whiskey and passed the bottle to Turgut, "I do
like looking at your boys, they are beautiful, and I'd love to see them
dance"..  Turgut spoke to the boys in Turkish and both boys grinned and
stood up to dance as their father began to play his flute.  The boys did
a slow, sultry, belly dance.  They were incredibly beautiful and sexy,
dancing in the campfire light.  My cook grew rock hard, and tented out my
pants in an obvious way.
    After the first dance Turgut, grinned, and pointedly staring at my
bone-on, said, "I see you are enjoying the show.  Would you like to see
more?"
    "Oh yes," I said, "I'd love to see more."
    Turgut spoke to the boys, who grinned at me and stripped naked.
Turgut began playing a slow swaying song and his beautiful naked boys
began to dance.  There was nothing innocent about how these nude boys
danced.  They swayed their hips, ran their hands over their own, and each
other's body.  They rubbed against each other and in no time, both
boys' cocks were hard and erect.  I've never seen such an erotic
sight.  As they danced, their movements became increasingly sexual.
Mustapha especially stroked his little brother, letting his hands roam
all over the little boy, and going so far as to stroke his hard cock and
balls, and run his hands into the boy's ass crack, as they danced around
the campfire.
    I looked over at their father, who smiled and winked at me, and saw
his cock, too, was tenting out his pants.  When I looked back at the
boys, both had turned their back to me, showing off their asses, and
shaking their butts in the most lewd, obscene way.  Ali, the youngest
boy, bent forward and stuck his ass out toward me.  When he used both
hands to spread his ass cheeks wide, I saw his boy cunt was moist with
sweat.  When his brother reached over and let his finger touch Ali's
shit hole I almost shot my wad in my pants.
    The boy's obscene dance went on and on, spinning forbidden dreams
with their undulating, boyish bodies.  When their father finally stopped
playing his flute, the boys collapsed, sweating and panting, at our
feet.  Turgut stared at my crotch and glancing down I saw my precum had
made a huge stain where my cock's head pressed against my pants.
"Which boy do you like best?"  Turgut asked.
    "They're both beautiful."  I answered diplomatically.
    "Yes, yes, but if you had the chance to lick the ass hole of only
one, which would you, choose?"
    It was hard to believe a father was asking me such a thing, but I
answered, with out hesitation, "Ali, I'd love to eat out his beautiful,
little, turd box."  Turgut laughed aloud and said something to his boys
in Turkish.  Mustapha, reached over and slapped Ali's butt, and Ali
raised his leg and wantonly exposed his anal pussy to me, indeed to all
of us.  Mustapha quickly licked his finger and slid it into his younger
brother's bung.  Turgut and I watched silently as the older boy finger
fucked his younger brother for our voyeuristic pleasure.
      "Perhaps you would like to take off your pants."  Turgut said to
me.  Turgut and I both removed our pants and were soon naked from the
waist down, beside the campfire; Turgut's cock was as stiff and wet with
precum as my own.  The handsome Turk reached over and took a hold of my
low hanging balls.  "If I let you have Ali you must promise me you
won't fuck his ass, anything else you can do, but his boy cunt is for me
and his brother only.  It belongs to us, do you understand?
    "I understand; anything except fucking his ass."
    Turgut tightened his grip on my ball sack, squeezed, and pulled me
close.  "And I get to fuck you."  He whispered.  "In fact I get to use
you any way I want, yes?"
    "Yes," I said "I'll do anything you want, anything."
    "Get down there and suck Ali's shit hole."  Turgut commanded, and
I didn't have to be told more than once.
    By nature, my sexuality is rather submissive and bottom oriented.
Therefore, you won't be surprised to learn, I've had my tongue in more
than my fair share of male rectums.  Never a turd box this young,
however, never a butt hole so pink, fresh, and beautiful, and never while
being watched by the brother and father of the boy who's shit hole I was
eating.  What an incredibly hot experience.
    Suddenly I was aware someone was behind me, playing with my ass
hole.  Glancing behind me, I saw Mustapha, under his fathers' direction,
licking my anus.  I felt his teen tongue slide deep up my rectum, and
then felt him pull away only to feel a huge blunt flesh weapon that I
knew could only be Turgut's massive phallus at the portal of my man
cunt.
    The Turkish shepherd was not gentle, shoving his man meat deep and
brutally up my rectum.  It hurt; and I wanted it to hurt.  I knelt on my
hand and knee beside the campfire and let that big stud use me like his
wife, as I sucked on his youngest boy's shit hole.  I was in heaven.
    I don't know how long Turgut fucked me, but I know he fucked me for
a long time, and when he finished his oldest boy, Mustapha, took his
place and drilled my fuck hole with his hard teen cock, taking sloppy
seconds after his father.  All the while, I sucked the beautiful pink
anus of the youngest boy.  All the while, I made out with that beautiful
boy's shit hole.
    When Mustapha added his young sperm to the load his father had
deposited in my ass hole, he pulled out.  I heard Turgut say something to
the boys in Turkish; and then felt young Ali slide his anus off my
protruding tongue.  In a moment Mustapha's butt hole had replaced his
brother's, on my face; while little Ali mounted my whore ass and
proceeded to ride me like a bucking bronco.  Mustapha's fragrant shit
hole was as thrilling as his brother's was, and the excitement of
submitting to the younger boy's fucking was intense, it is so hot being
the whore to a young little boy stud.
    Ali couldn't last as long as his father or brother; and all too
quickly he unloaded his boy sperm in me; I was the cum dump for the
entire family.
    When Ali pulled out of my ass, I thought the fuck session would be
over, but I underestimated how hot the father was.  Before either
Mustapha or I could move, Turgut was behind me for a second round.   His
fucking went on and on, and my sucking of boy shit hole continued as
well.
    When Turgut blasted his second wad deep up my rectum, he pulled out
and rolled me over onto my back.  He barked commands in Turkish and
suddenly Mustapha was down sucking my cock while little Ali showered my
face and mouth with sweet boy kisses.  In too quick a time, I was
blasting my sperm in the teen's sucking mouth, all the while sucking
little Ali's tongue.
    The evening ended with another round of my Irish whiskey and the
nightly ritual of peeing on the fire.
     I spent another five days with Turgut and his beautiful boys; five
of the best days of my life.  I got star billing in the International Geo
photo spread and a majority of the shots used in the article on sheep
herding.  You ought to see the photos I couldn't put in any magazine.