Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 05:37:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: tague michaels <tagmichaels@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boy's Hobby III

Watching Amol undress was almost as erotic as seeing him fully naked and
young boy hard.almost. Once his briefs cleared his butt he relaxed on the
sofa, pulled his knees up and slid the white cotton fabric down to his
ankles and off, letting them drop on the floor. He then lowered his feet
and leaned back against the sofa. Sweet baby Jesus he was a sight to
behold, his cock reaching beyond his flat belly button, the partially
exposed pink-ish head a contrast to the rest of his coloring as it rested
against his brown upper belly. Using two fingers and a thumb he retracted
his dusky foreskin and slid it back over the swollen head a few times.

After watching himself for a second Amol then focused on my dick but,
respectable though it was, it still didn't compare to his. I used a full
hand grip and gave myself a stroke or three but my hand really wanted to
be wrapped around Amol's staggering pole.

"Tell me that someday you're gonna let me have my way with you," I told
him, electing to take my eyes of off his magnificent cock and look into
his big dark eyes. He laughed then said,

"Oh I think someday we'll get there Austin, in fact I'm quite sure of it,
just not today." Well sharing an intimate moment with him was certainly a
start.

"Photos?" I asked and he nodded his head. I snapped up the camera and
took a variety of images of him holding his boyhood pride and joy as well
as letting is just rest against his flat and well defined torso. In some
photos he was looking at his dick and other he was looking at the camera
and some of those had such a sultry look that I was beginning to think
the boy was a natural.

"You ever suck that thing?" I asked.

"Of course, what boy wouldn't and I am after all a typically horny
fourteen year old boy with the emphasis on horny cuz I'm not typical."
With that he held his dick upright and leaned forward to lick up his
oozing precum then took the head and a couple inches of the shaft into
his mouth. I captured it all on film.

"Come, sit back down Austin. You'll have plenty of time for picture
taking later. I did as he asked and we both got down to the business of
jacking off. Amol liked pulling on his heavy balls as much as any boy I'd
seen and like many uncut boys and men I'd seen or been with he used his
foreskin for increased sensitivity, sliding it back and forth over his
cock head.

When I sat back down I'd chosen to sit closer to Amol so it gave both of
us easy visual access to the other and we both utilized the close
proximity to the fullest. Amol wasn't actually tugging on his nuts but
the loose skin that held them. I loved watching the large eggs as they
moved every so slightly with his tugging motion. As he got closer to his
orgasm he moved his hand down into a full grip position which caused his
balls to move even more which caused the sac to move like a bedcover with
his feet moving around beneath it. He'd kept his foreskin fully retracted
when he changed position on his foot long so that when he finally came
the shot wasn't obstructed in any way.

Amol picked up speed, his other hand alternated between rubbing and
gripping his inner thigh right next to his balls and fingering his boy
bag.

""Here it is Austin, just for you," he groaned out as he slowed his pace.
The first volley was literally a stream of white that hit him just under
the chin, mostly because his head had been thrown back. Otherwise it
would have got him on the chin and probably on his lips. After that his
hose spurted another five jets of sperm that landed on his neck and chest
before slowing down into a mode that mostly oozed the gooey stuff out
onto his panting belly. Once again, Amol did not disappoint me.

"Do you mind," I asked then reached over and wiped up a bunch of his cum
and used it for lube, concentrating on the sensitive, swollen head. Amol
watched me raptly as he continued to slow stroke his cock and it didn't
take long before my own climax sent an equal amount of cum out onto my
own upper belly.

"Nice," the boy said after it was done. I lay there doing what he had
done, slowly stroking and fondling myself. "I think another shower is in
order, what do you think?" he asked. I nodded my head and said I needed a
minute to get back to normal. After the shower we grabbed some snack
stuff and fresh water from the kitchen then returned to the living room
and my story.

                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That night we boys all slept up in the hayloft of the barn. The second
story loading door was open and provided enough light from the yard light
on the pole outside but not enough to take any pictures. That didn't
matter because it hadn't occurred to me to bring my flash and the camera
I was using didn't have one built in. I would learn from that mistake and
never leave home without one again be it attached or built in. It didn't
really matter much as all of us were pretty tuckered out from our day on
the farm and while we all slept naked it was as much to get relief from
the heat as any other reasons.

We spread a bunch of blankets out and lay down with our pillows, me and
Jacob together with Jessie and Mark next to us. We snuggled in close to
our partners and Jacob asked me,

"Do you mind if I kiss you Austin?" Well I didn't mind at all. Since Mark
and Jessie had kissed the day before and Jessie had kissed me in the
alley, I'd wondered what it would be like to kiss another boy with more
meaning than just a peck on the lips. So I told Jacob that I thought I'd
like that especially since Mark and Jessie were already giving each other
little smooches. After some prolonged kissing which of course produced
boners for all of us I snuggled up in Jacob's arms and found out what it
was like to be held and cuddled, especially by a strong boy. I liked it.
Jessie told me the next day that he had like it too.

I woke to the roosters crowing but since it was only about four I drifted
back to sleep and didn't wake until the grandpa hollered up at us that it
was time for breakfast and what a breakfast it was. Bacon, sausage, eggs
to order, fresh made biscuits and sausage gravy or homemade blackberry or
strawberry jam, and fried potatoes. Juices were orange or apple, milk was
an option as was coffee if we wanted it.

Work that day was mostly about wood for the house. Every winter there
were blow downs or other trees that their grandpa dropped and bucked up
and left in a pile to season. Our job was to take the old farm truck out
and bring the wood back, toss it onto the pile and start splitting it.
Jacob got to drive, which looked like fun, and he did a lot of the
splitting cuz he was the strongest. The rest of us got to try and did
okay on the smaller pieces. There was lots of grab assing and sexual
joking around which was always followed by threats of what was going to
happen when we went down to the river that afternoon. Lunch was chicken
baked in butter with Chinese egg noodles. When done, the chicken was put
on a platter and much of the grease drained from the pan then the egg
noodles were tossed in and mixed with what was left. More baking powder
biscuits with fresh baked custard pie topped that off and all of us were
stuffed to the gills.

"You boys oughta just go down to the river and nap cuz I'm not gonna get
a lick of work out of you now," grandpa said with a wizened chuckle. He
was damn sure right about that because we were all moaning and groaning
and holding our bellies. He let Jacob drive us down in the farm truck
with directions to bring it back full of wood when we were done resting.
We left the truck and hiked into the grassy spot where we'd had the orgy
the day before and wasted no time getting naked and lying in the sun. The
next thing I remember was,

"Well look at you lazy asses. I was hoping to catch you all fuckin or
something." I opened my eyes to see Lonnie standing there in cutoffs
without a shirt on. Standing along side of him, staring at our bodies,
was an adorably cute boy. A few days before I might have covered myself
up in front of a stranger even if he was with someone I knew and had been
naked with. At this stage, I didn't care and neither did the other boys.

"So where's Curtis?" Jacob asked.

"Had to go into town to start football practice. This is Oliver. He's
cool." With that Lonnie shucked out of his cutoffs, underwear and all.
Oliver was slower but followed suit and when he was naked we all
understood his reluctance. He didn't have a single hair that I could see
and he was about half way hard but he had a really nice dick for a small
guy. None of us except Jacob was really all that tall or big, five foot
two or three at the most. Oliver was shorter but his dick was bigger than
everyone's except Jacob. Somewhat thin, I would see it later after he'd
cum a few times and it got soft, it arched away from his body but still
hung way below his balls.

"Nice cock Oliver," Mark commented. The boy blushed and thanked Marky.
Lonnie made the introductions all around and both boys joined us sitting
on the mossy grass. He wanted to know if we did anything after he and
Curtis left the day before and we all shook our heads and Jacob told him
that we went back to the house to work and than night we just went to
sleep.

"So you got plenty of energy for today then," the cute young teen said as
he fondled his cock. "Oliver has never been with another boy have you
Oliver?" The boy shook his head and blushed. It was pretty cute. I
reached for my camera, which was never really far from me, focused and
shot a couple of frames of Lonnie and Oliver as they sat there, dicks on
the rise. Of course Oliver covered his dick almost immediately but Lonnie
explained to him what I did and the boy relaxed and let us all view his
smooth firm body. There wasn't a boy there whose hand wasn't busy doing
something to his boy stuff so it wasn't long before we were all hard as
rocks and ready to do something about it. It was decided that a circle
jerk was in order to get things started so they all lay on the moss in a
semi-circle and began stroking their dicks.

It was amazing to watch a group of boys jacking off. The styles were
pretty similar but still there was such a variety of other stuff. Lonnie
liked to play with his nipples when he did it which of course begged a
question from Jessie. Lonnie asked if he'd ever done anything with his
little brown nubbins and of course my friend said he hadn't. Lonnie
explained that his nipples were very sensitive and when they got sucked
on it was really hot.

"You should feel em when you cum you guys, they get all stiff and feel
even more sensitive," the boy said as he continued to pinch and squeeze
them. Of course everyone, including me, had to try it out to see and they
all agreed with him. I got plenty of photos of fists pumping, balls
jumping, stomachs panting and eventually sperm coming out. The white
stuff popped out, spurted out, oozed out, and in Jacob's case flew out.
Oliver surprised all of us by shooting a wad up to his chest. There were
droplets, globs and streams of the stuff. It landed on belly buttons,
fingers, pubic hair and chests although the last was mostly about Jacob.
Even I had to cum, handing the camera to Jessie who took some pictures of
me standing there beating my meat and eventually adding my offering for
the group to see.

Needless to say we were all a mess, especially Jacob, so we tromped on
down to the river. "Might as well bathe since we gotta do it anyhow,"
Jacob said. The grandparent's water came from a hand dug well and with
that many boys showering and using the toilet for so many days in a row
there was a risk of it running low or even temporarily dry. It was
decided that we could take soap and do our daily cleansing chore in the
river since we were gonna spend so much time down there anyhow. It was
kind of interesting watching other boys clean themselves and noticing
that we all did it pretty much the same way and in the same order.
Everybody seemed to wet then wash their balls and cocks first and taking
time and care to do so. Butt holes came second then the rest of their
bodies. I wondered if anyone else noticed that, or even cared for that
matter.

After bathing we romped and frolicked and played a game of horse which
Jacob and I won most of the time cuz he was bigger and stronger. After we
lay in the sun a while and got dried off Lonnie asked if anyone was ready
to get mess around. He got a full round of yes's so we headed back up to
the private spot in the woods and got down to business. Everyone was
pretty much boned up before we got there and I got a few snaps of the
boys walking toward me with their cocks all waving in the air like flags
on the 4th of July.

Oliver let me take close ups of his stuff then that prompted everyone
else to want me to make sure I got their stuff as well. Jacob was right
there along side of me with an arm on my shoulder or even on my dick,
slowly stroking it, while I snapped away. I didn't mind it but is sure
interfered with my focusing at times.

"So, can I suck your cock Oliver?" Lonnie asked the cute young boy and of
course Oliver said yes. Lonnie got right down there and began working the
boy's cock and it made me wonder for a moment why Oliver was so big for
his age and the rest of us weren't. I also wondered just how big he would
get as he got older. I got plenty of face shots of Oliver as he
experienced his first ever blow job. Fortunately he had squirted out his
sperm less than a half hour before so he didn't just cum right away.

Meanwhile Jessie and Mark were going at it in a sixty nine position where
each boy was busy sucking on the other one's cock. And I got pictures
while Jacob did a repeat of yesterday and give me quick little cock sucks
when I moved to get a better picture.

"Why don't you let me take some pix," Jessie suggested, "Give Jacob a
chance to get you all hot and bothered." I decided to give that a try.
Jessie had taken some shots before and most of them came out okay and
besides I wanted to be involved and I sure knew that Jacob wanted me to.
Less than a minute later I was on my back with Jacob stretched out above
me, his heavy balls hanging in my face like a pair of ripe apples ready
to be picked, or in this case, licked.  I sucked first, his cock that is,
then licked on his nuts after my mouth got sore while Jacob sucked my
dick like a mad man.

All of a sudden he rolled me over, reversing our positions and moving
farther down my body. My cock was pulled farther back but I learned early
that a boy's hard cock can actually go farther back than one would think.

"Jeez Austin your butt hole is wide open to the world," Jessie commented
as I heard the shutter click. I felt Jacob let go of my dick, move around
a little bit then the electrifying feeling of wet pressure against my
puckered little hole.

"Fuck that looks hot, he's lickin your hole." Snap, snap, snap. Well I
didn't need to be told what was going on. I had Jacob's cock in my mouth
so I knew it wasn't that pushing at my back door, the only thing it could
be was his warm tongue. It was my first ever rim job and goddamn if it
didn't make me a believer in butthole licking, disgusting though the idea
sounded at one time. I'd seen an image of my brother doing that with the
boy he was with in the pictures and had wondered at the time what it was
about it. Now I knew.

"You should try it Jessie," I heard Marky say as I felt my body melt. I
pushed my butt backwards which made Jacob spread my cheeks even farther
open than they already were. I heard Jessie's loud moan and turned my
head all the way around to one side and could see my friend on his back
holding his legs out of the way while Mark's face was buried in Jessie's
butt.

Jacob finally stopped and moved out from under me.

"How did you like that?" he asked. I told him. Then I told him I really
needed to cum, and I meant it.

"I can fix that for you," Jacob said with a smile. I was on my back,
raised up on my elbows and watched Jacob draw up along side of me, take
hold of my raging boner and put his mouth over the end of it. All I could
do was moan and lay flat on my back.

"Ya wanna cock in your mouth too," Lonnie asked and I nodded my head. The
cute young thing Came and knelt beside me then draped his upper body over
my face. I reached up and took his rock hard cock and without any
preamble began suckin on it. I liked Lonnie's dick size and I loved that
he didn't have a whole lot of hairs. I felt my tummy begin to get all
jittery as my sperms started to get ready to come out. I pulled on
Lonnie's totally smooth balls as I sucked him, noting that I was getting
better and better and sucking a dick. Then all of a sudden it happened.
My balls seemed to get tight then my dick hardened and I was cumming, the
glorious feelings making my whole body tingle. God that feeling was so
incredible.

I pulled Lonnie as far into my mouth as I could then heard him cry out
and his dick get hard then warmth of his sperm as it emptied out into my
mouth. I quickly started to jack his cock, to help make his cum better,
as I swallowed a boy's sperm for the first time in my life. Somehow in my
previous sexplorations I hadn't done that.

We finally managed to uncouple. Marky Jessie and Oliver were tripled up
in a three way suck off so Jacob asked if he could make it a foursome.
Marky took his mouth from Oliver's cock so Jacob could have it and Marky
got his cousin's cock. It didn't take long before Oliver squirted and
Jessie was right behind him. That left Marky and Jacob who finally
managed to get each other off, both boys swallowing the other's cum. It
worked out well, no mess to clean up for anyone. Even Oliver had gamely
swallowed Jessie's ball juice but there probably wasn't all that much to
take.

We lay around a little bit, everyone getting their breath back, then
Jacob said that we needed to get the wood loaded and taken back to the
house to split and stack. That night in the barn was pretty much a repeat
of the night before. We managed to get in a little bit of cock sucking
before all four of us conked out.

The rain pounding on the roof just above our heads woke me before the sun
came up. I listened to it a little then backed up to snuggle into Jacob's
arms, the older boy wrapping them around me while he was still asleep. It
rained all day making the river and just about everything else out of the
question. Jacob's mom picked us up right after lunch. The weather report
called for heavy rain for the next few days which meant we couldn't get
much, if any, work done. The grandparents thanked us for our help and
invited me and Jessie to come again which we would do over the next few
years.  Before we got home Jacob managed to let me know that he'd like to
see me some more but since he lived on the other side of the city I
didn't see how that was going to be possible.

The weather cleared as we got to the city and the sun was actually trying
to peek out when I was dropped off at home. I was so busy with my
goodbyes and hauling my stuff out of the trunk that I didn't notice the
man standing on our walkway halfway between the house and the curb. As
Jacob's mom pulled away my focus turned toward getting to my porch and it
was then I saw him, standing arms connected at his waist by the cap he
held in his hands. I couldn't exactly tell what he was wearing because he
had on one of those long rain coats that you usually see guys in suits
wear.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I approached him, camera bag over one
shoulder and overnight bag in my other hand.

"Well, I was hoping to see." then he stopped for a moment before going
on. "I would guess that you're Austin so I was hoping to see your dad." I
was a little wary, wondering who this tall, very handsome and well
dressed young man was although there was something vaguely familiar about
him.

"My name is Dorian," he said extending a hand, "I was a close friend of
your brother Mike. I've been living in Europe for the past eight years
and recently arrived back here and found out about his death. I wanted to
pay my respects to Stan, I mean, your father." Then I figured it out. He
was the young boy that my brother was with in the pictures, the really
cute young boy I might add. I must have had a shocked look on my face
because Dorian sort of cocked his head a little bit, squinted at me, then
looked at the camera bag then back at my face.

"I take it you've seen the pictures," he said softly. I nodded my head.

"Uhuh." He got a sort of sad look on his face and since I wasn't really
sure what it was about I plunged on. "They're pretty cool," I said then
added, "It looked like you and my brother really loved each other." It
was true though. That was a sense that I got from looking at the images
of Mike and Dorian together, that there was something a lot greater there
than just sex. Dorian's eyes started to water slightly and he wiped them
with the sleeve of his coat.

"Do you want to come in? Oh, I should tell you too that my dad passed
away about seven months ago." My own sadness welled up a little bit so my
voice had softened considerably. Dorian's face became even sadder and
more tears came. He didn't say anything so I did.

"Come on, let's go in the house and we can talk." He nodded his head,
wiped his tears and let me pass then followed me to the house.  I ran
upstairs and dropped my stuff, hollered through mom's bedroom door that I
was home and went back downstairs. I offered water or soda, he chose
water, and we went out onto the sun porch and sat among the plants that
my mother struggled to keep alive. We were quiet for a moment then Dorian
spoke.

"When did your dad pass away?" I told him, he nodded his head told me he
was sorry for my loss and asked what he died from. I didn't really know
and told him so.

"He was a nice man, always very good to me, very respectful. I liked Stan
better than my own father." Dorian lapsed into silence again so I
prompted him.

"So how did you know Mike, what was he like? I didn't get to know him
very well cuz he was older than me." Dorian got a kind of far away look
in his eyes, obviously remembering.

"Michael was an incredible boy. I think I fell in love with him the first
time we met which was at tryouts for the swim team at school, I was in
seventh and Michael was in ninth. I had begged my parents to let me
attend public school instead of the private school I'd gone to and they
reluctantly allowed it but I had to participate in at least one non
confrontational sport and since I loved to swim that's what I did.
Michael was very welcoming, very helpful and of course a dynamite
swimmer. Heck, Michael was good at everything he tried.

"I reveled in his attention, worked hard to please Michael which meant I
was also pleasing our coach. We became friends, hung out a little bit at
school but mostly we'd do stuff on weekends; movies the arcade and that
sort of thing. Then your brother invited me to spend a weekend with him
and your father at a cabin somewhere in the country. He said it would be
fun and relaxing. It turned out to be way more than that. Your dad was
always taking pictures and of course he shot plenty of me and of Michael
and me together telling me I was a very handsome boy and a natural in
front of the camera.

Michael and I had split and stacked a lot of wood and had gotten fairly
dirty in the process so when it came to take a shower that night Michael
suggested we take it together and thus put less stress on the well. Since
we'd showered together at school after swimming it didn't seem too big a
deal at first but then I started getting some strange feelings. It wasn't
from anything Michael did it was all from me. I'd already been
fantasizing about him, about being with him, and had even masturbated
about it although I didn't really realize that I was gay at the time.

Anyway, it went fine until he offered to wash my back. I started getting
hard right away and when he washed down onto my butt I thought I was
gonna melt. When he told me to turn around and rinse off I was so
embarrassed for him to see me but like every thing else he treated it and
me very kindly explaining that it happened to him before too.

I washed his back and sure enough when he turned around his big dick was
as hard as stone and standing proudly at attention in front of that
magnificent body. "See" he said. Then he put his hands on my shoulders
and said that he really liked me a lot so it was all okay.

"Come on let's go stand in front of the fire and get warm," he told me
after we did a cursory drying."

"What about your dad," I asked him. I was quite concerned about him
seeing me naked although by then my boner had gone away.

"Ahh don't worry Dorian, he's seen me naked lots of times. He'll probably
want to take pictures of us." That shocked my socks off and I didn't even
have any on and when I voiced my concerns about that he told me not to
worry, it would be okay. I already knew that I loved him Austin so I
trusted him completely and frankly have never once regretted that trust
and he ever betrayed it.

When we went into the living room your father was sitting at the table we
ate off of and working on one of his cameras. He glanced up when we came
in, asked if we felt better after the shower and went back to doing
whatever it was he was doing. We faced the fire then turned our backs to
it. When I told him it was getting too hot he said he'd protect me, moved
me forward then stood behind me and held me. I was in heaven. I was in
the arms of the boy I loved, naked, and the base of his cock and his
pubes were pushing against my naked butt. I started to get hard. I turned
my head back toward him.

"I'm getting a boner Michael; I don't want your dad to see that," I
whispered. He said that was easy then reached around me and cupped all of
my stuff in his hand.

"There," he said. Well you know how that worked out. The warmth of his
hand, the fact that it was HIS hand and the fact that no one had ever
touched me there before all conspired against me and I went all hard in
seconds. Michael had to readjust his hand but of course my dick was still
sticking behind his palm. Then I felt your brother starting to get a
boner.

Your dad finished what he was doing, aimed the camera toward where we
were standing and took a couple of pictures. "Seems to be working fine,"
he said then made a few adjustments. Michael, already snuggled up tight
behind me, leaned his head against mine and told your dad to get that one-
take a picture of us- so he did. The Michael slid sideways so that we
were standing almost side by side.

"You can take hold of my cock if you want," he told me and since I'd
dreamt about something like that happening, being with your brother I
mean, I gladly reached behind and beside me until I found him and grasped
onto his dick. I thought I would faint I was so delirious with pleasure
and happiness. And the camera continued to click but by then I was beyond
being concerned or worried about it. Eventually I would find that posing
like that, being photographed in such intimate situations was actually
quite erotic, a turn on for me and I knew that Michael felt the same way.

To make a long story short, your brother gave me my first blow job that
night and I did the same. We became lovers and it was all on film. About
three months after that first night my father found out that I was having
sex with Michael although he never knew anything about the pictures thank
God. He shipped me off to private school in Switzerland and I've stayed
in Europe, as well as somewhat under his thumb, ever since."

"What was he like Dorian, what was Michael like," I asked him eagerly. I
was dying to know about my older brother. Dorian reflected a moment then
spoke.

"Michael was sweet and kind, very attentive to me when we were together
which wasn't nearly as much as I would have liked. He was strong as an ox
and tough as nails, a hell of a competitor and smart as a whip. He
treated his friends well. He liked you quite a bit Austin, wished that
you had been closer to his age so that he could have gotten to know you
better and regretted not spending as much time with you as he wanted but
Michael had a busy schedule what with being active in a variety of
sports. Even now I wonder how he managed to spent as much time with me as
he did."

We talked for over an hour and in that time I got a fairly good picture
of my older brother as well as his relationship with Dorian and in the
telling it was clear that Dorian had loved Michael with all his young
heart and probably still did. The conversation eventually changed to
current times and Dorian explained that he'd had a few lovers over the
years but as yet nothing compared to my brother.

"I remember that you had taken up photography as well Austin and judging
from the camera bag I assume that you've continued the hobby." I nodded
my head and he asked if that included nudes. I smiled and nodded my head
again then told him the story of my father having left the various clues
for me to find the hidden studio and then the cache of magazines and
images. Dorian smiled then told me how amazing it had been to him as a
thirteen year old boy to be shown the Vault and then of course posing in
the studio. He asked about my photography experiences so I gave him a
short version of what I'd been doing thus far.

"Is it difficult for you to not get aroused" Do you engage with the boys
you shoot?" I went on to explain what it was like for me and of course my
own involvement from time to time. Dorian nodded in understanding then
said that my father had never done that, never gotten undressed or
involved with him and my brother and as far as Dorian knew my dad had
never even gotten aroused during his photo sessions.

"Often times he would pose us and actually touch our bodies to get a shot
just right. He handled both your brothers' and my cock but it was never
done in a sexual manner, if you know what I mean. He didn't linger,
fondle, or do anything other that move our dicks around, treating them
like an arm or a leg or a piece of fruit for that matter. Never once,
even during the hottest fuck scenes that Michael and I were in did I even
see your father reach down to rearrange his dick. I always thought that
was amazing, that he could see and do what he did and not get hard."

"Like I said, my father found out that I was having sex with Michael. We
had a huge argument of which I'll spare you the details, and I was
shipped off to private school. Of course boy sex was rampant there and
while I had a few encounters I stayed mostly to myself." Dorian kept on
talking and it was clear to me that he'd loved Michael and missed him,
commenting that he didn't even have a single picture of my brother to
remember him by. Well, you know I could fix that and when I offered the
young man's eyes filled with tears again.

I took him down to the vault and pulled out the stills of my brother.
Needless to say it was an emotional experience for Dorian. He decided on
a handful of images, both nudes and non and when I asked if he wanted
some of the sexual poses of the two of them he was overwhelmed. I located
the negatives and went into the dark room to make copies for him while he
stayed in the studio and looked through the magazine photos of the two of
them. Dorian had known that my father had submitted them but had never
seen the finished product, the magazine itself.

When I returned to the studio Dorian was in the chair thumbing through
the magazine and while I wasn't staring it was clear that he'd gotten a
hard on. I told him he was more than welcome to take care of the problem
if he wanted and when he asked if I wanted to photograph him I said I'd
be glad to.

We didn't make a production out of it. Dorian simply took his clothes
off. He had certainly grown up that's for sure. His dick was equal to
Michael's, a solid seven plus inches of thick cock. He obviously kept
himself trimmed as his pubic patch was a neat little nest of curls at the
base of his flat pubic bone and his heavy balls were as smooth as mine. I
snapped a few shots before he sat back in the chair, setting the magazine
on the arm of the chair. He slowly stroked himself, sometimes using both
hands, one to stroke and the other to play with his balls, a nipple, or
to rub on his belly. It took him a long time but he finally came,
splattering the lower part of his chest and belly with streaks of thick
goo. It made me hard as a rock watching him but I didn't jack off and
Dorian didn't ask me if I wanted to. The session was all for him.

"I needed that pretty bad Austin, thank you," he said after he'd cleaned
up the mess and started to get dressed. I made a set of copies for him
and presented him with the other ones he'd asked for. I promised to never
show his stills to anyone and to this day he's only one of four males
over the age of eighteen that I'd done nude photos of."

                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So," He said, "you got a chance to learn more about your brother. I
imagine that was pretty exciting for you." I told him that I had been
beyond exciting and that I had been so grateful to I that I couldn't even
explain it.

"He'd painted a picture that paralleled my dreams of what Michael would
have been like. Dorian and I remain in touch with each other and he's
found a man that he loves and is living in London."

 "That's a sad yet semi-sweet story Austin," Amol told me, "but I'm glad
though that you got to know your brother better. It sounds though like
you have a lot in common with him," Amol added with a gentle smile.

We replenished our water supply; both took a piss then returned to the
living room. My story was taking longer than what I'd planned on, not
that I'd had a specific plan. I think that what happened was that as I
told it more and more memories came back but Amol didn't seem to mind and
in fact seemed to encourage it. Aside from that I didn't have any set
agenda for my time there so taking a day off to stay inside was more than
okay. Anything that I wanted to photograph would be there the next day
and the day after that and so on and I had already gotten some images of
Amol with a quasi promise of more to come along with some physical
interaction with the boy. With that possibility in mind I went on with my
story.

                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rest of the summer was mostly uneventful and then school started.
That was fairly uneventful as well, at least in the beginning. Of course
I got to be the photographer for the school newspaper which meant that I
had good reason to carry my camera with me all the time. I got a little
shit from some of the ninth graders but when they started seeing their
pictures in the paper and the promise of being in the annual they
practically begged me to take their pictures.

Needless to say I was required to be at the schools major sporting events
and I'm sure that you could guess that my favorite was the swim team. All
those cute slender boys in Speedos made my heart race. I was also
encouraged to attend practices which also gave me access to the locker
rooms. At first many of the boys were worried that I'd take pictures of
them in the showers or otherwise naked. Once they started to trust me
they allowed me to take pictures of them in various stages of undress,
even to a point of allowing pictures in their underwear as long as they
were bust or waist up only. It didn't take long before some boys would
jokingly wave their cocks at me practically daring me to take nude shots
of them. A favorite was to bend over with their cheeks spread baring
their assholes to the camera, sometimes the entire team conspiring to do
it as a group. Every once in a while a coach would catch them and tell
them to knock off the horse play and of course they would warn me about
taking any pictures of the boys that were inappropriate. Of c course I
swore I wouldn't and I didn't. That is, I didn't until the boys started
to actually invite me to but I'll get to that in a minute.

Because I was a better photographer than some of the guys who worked for
the two newspapers in the city I was encouraged to submit my photos for
the papers to look at which in turn earned me some extra money, not that
I wasn't already cashing in. It was about that time that I started
getting offers from people who saw my work published in the magazines
that I sold my photos to. This was before the internet so correspondence
was through the mail and started out with seemingly simple requests for
additional samples of my work, the type of work not mentioned. Once a
level of trust was developed we got down to business.

My dad had quite a few of those kinds of arrangements when he was alive
so left me explicit instruction as to how to go about it, just like he
had done for the magazines. I would require an initial non refundable
deposit of $500.00 as a show of good faith on their part and all monies
were deposited in a European bank. They would let me know what exactly
they wanted and the basic age of the boys they were interested in. Some
guys liked just butt shots; some liked simple full on nude shots and some
of those hard or soft cock shots.  Some guys liked jack off pictures
complete with a boy's sperm and some guys like a series of images of a
boy going through all those motions from undressing to his cum shot. I
even had guys who photos of boys in Speedos.

The rates varied depending what they wanted which also determined what
the model would get. Yes, I paid the boys who posed for such arrangements
and you would be amazed at the amount of boys that were eager to pose for
me. I would then send a clothed picture of a boy or boys for their
approval and go from there. None of that happened right away but took
time. I mean shit, I was involved in child pornography and the world was
in the beginning stages of shutting it down, even though such magazines
were available in any adult book store in almost every country on the
planet. I knew all that so tried to be as careful as possible, as careful
as my dad had been.

Some of my first nude school boy photos were in the locker rooms. I took
a bunch of shots from a toilet stall which gave the impression that none
of the boys in the photos knew they were being photographed as they went
about their business. That they didn't know was totally untrue; they all
knew because they orchestrated it. Different members of the swim team
allowed me to get candid photos of them peeling off their skimpy swim
suits. Same with the football team. I got plenty of photos of hot looking
boys with their jerseys and pads on but no pants or underwear.

I never knew that there could be so many different cocks or balls. I mean
I'd have thought that guys were pretty much the same but no and it wasn't
just the overall size, the length. I thought about trying to do a set of
photos with as many different cocks as I could find so set about doing
just that. Short, long, fat, short and fat, long and fat, fuck the list
goes on.

I also started getting invited to sleep overs, generally not as the only
guest but as part of a group of boys which seemed to be the in thing at
my school. Since I'd taken it with me everywhere else my camera
accompanied me on those over night sojourns. The first time seemed to set
the pace for future sleep overs as many of the boys were sort of
regulars. That first night there was quite a few underwear shots, boys
dropping their jeans and showing off boxers or briefs. As the hour
approached midnight and Brady's parents were assured to be asleep, the
overhead lights in family room were turned off and a couple of table
lamps used for light. Jeans came off and some of the boys removed t-
shirts as well. After that, for the most part, the best I got were a
couple of moss shots, boys pulling the front of their underwear down to
reveal pubic hair. There were a few butts and of course the group
butthole picture; a row of boys with their underwear down to their knees
or ankles, bent over with their butt cheeks pulled open as far as they
could go.

We all started to fall out around one in the morning, no one taking the
dare put up by one boy to strip naked. I woke in the night and had to pee
and since one of the lamps have been left on at the far end of the room
for just that purpose I was able to carefully wind my way among the
sleeping bags with sleeping boys. Many of them were lying on top of their
bags as it was warm in the room so I was able to see more than one hard
cock outlined in underwear, two boys in briefs being the best. As I
approached the end of the boy group I saw that David's cock had somehow
managed to slip through his fly hole, the rigid dick standing proudly at
attention. I really wanted to suck on it.

The bathroom door had been left open a crack with the light on so I
simply pushed it open and got a rather large shock. Jim Anderson, captain
of the JV football team was sitting on the toile with his legs spread
wide open. His boxer's were in a puddle around one ankle and he was
slowly stroking his rock hard cock with a thumb and fingers. Because his
eyes were closed he didn't know I was there at first so I got to admire
his body, a nicely packaged set of muscles for a fourteen year old,
topped off with a bush of sandy colored hair. Jim was cute and catching
him loving himself made him that much more cute. He opened his eyes and
saw standing there staring and also saw the tent in my white cotton
briefs.

"Go get your camera," he commanded me. I'd left it close to the table by
the door so was back in the bathroom in about thirty seconds. Jim was
sitting there, boner in the air gently tugging on his balls.

"You can't tell anyone about this or show anyone the pictures," he told
me, a very slight threat in his tone of voice. I used a line on him that
I would use from that point on.

"Have you seen any the pictures I've taken of the other boys?" When he
shook his head in denial I said, "That's because no one but me sees em,
oh, and the boy of course." He nodded his head. I dropped to my knees in
front of him and took a few shots of his stuff. He was big enough, maybe
six or more inches long but his balls seemed kinda big and hung really
low into the toilet bowl. His pubic bush was light colored like the hair
on his head and made a nice neat patch on his muscled lower belly. He
went back to jacking off and I snapped a few, then stood idly watching
and waiting until his cum shot. He commanded me to come up close to him
then told me to pull my briefs down. I did as he asked which elicited a
comment about how nice my dick was.

"You mind if I suck you off?" I shook my head and watched as Jim leaned
forward and took hold of my dick and wrapped his lips around it. The
feelings, the warmth, the whole thing cause me to moan. I angled the
camera down to take a picture but Jim looked up and shook his head to
indicate that I was not to get him on camera sucking another boy's cock.
The blow job only lasted about a minute before he leaned back, jacking
his cock rapidly and causing his balls to rise and fall with each jerk. I
stepped back and focused then Jim moaned and he came, three jets of sperm
that popped out onto his lower belly. He slowed his jerking to help the
rest of his cum to ooze out to run down over his thumb so I kicked my
underwear off and moved to stand in the bathtub to get that shot, my cock
still sticking out a mile.

When he was done Jim made me come closer then leaned sideways and took
hold of my cock, sucked me for about twenty seconds then put one hand on
my hip and began jacking me off. When I came I squirted cum out onto his
lower belly to mix with his cooling load. He finally let go and I took a
couple more shots then stepped out of the tub and stood there panting as
the effects of my orgasm started to fade.

"So you've got pictures of other boys doing stuff like this?" he asked
and I nodded my head. He said he'd like to see them and I shook my head.

"Can't do that without permission," I said and when he pointed out that
he didn't know who I had pictures of I said, "Exactly." He nodded his
head then asked if I could tell him what kind of pictures I'd taken. I
told him all kinds including boys jacking off just like his pictures. He
wanted to know if had anything more than that and I nodded my head.

"You mean like boys sucking each other and fucking and stuff?" His voice
sounded a little husky, a sign that I was beginning to recognize. I
nodded my head. "Fuck that must be hot to see," he whispered. I nodded my
head and told him it was hot as all hell to see. He seemed lost in
thought as he used wads of toilet paper to clean our sperm from his flat
muscled belly. I told him I was going to go back to bed and he asked me
to wait.

"When can I see the pictures?" I told him I'd let him know so he just
nodded his head and said we'd talk later.

Later was after football practice on Thursday the following week. It had
taken that long to get to a practice because of other obligations. Even
then when I got to the gym the boys were all in the locker room, which
wasn't exactly a disappointment. Most everyone waved and said hey and
more than one waved their dick at me which caused everyone to laugh.  I
hung around and talked with the coach a little and got a couple of
pictures of him then wandered back out into the locker room which by then
was mostly empty. Walking around the end of a row of lockers I saw Jim
standing in his briefs and getting ready to pull his jeans on. He smiled
and nodded as he stepped into faded 501's which, for a moment, pretty
much highlighted his bulge.

"Let's talk outside," he whispered as he buttoned up so I nodded my head
and headed back out front where he met me a few minutes later. "So, do
you have the pictures with you?"

"No, I'm not gonna carry that stuff around and risk someone else seeing
them." He nodded his head and I felt like I'd risen a couple of notches
on his acceptance and trust ladder. I told them I had them at home so
twenty minutes later we were standing in my bedroom going over them. Jim
rubbed at his crotch a little and I knew he was getting turning on by
them.

"Fuck dude those are hot lookin. I mean, not that I'm hot or anything
but, you know what I mean?" I told him I understood completely that many
boys reacted the same way when they saw themselves like that. "Yeah,
well, it makes me wanna take my clothes off and do it again."

"You're more than welcome to if you want. My mom's in the house but she
stays in her room a lot and never ever comes in here." He seemed to give
the idea some serious thought then shook it off.

"Don't have time right now but how about if you come to a party on
Saturday night? Won't be as big as last weekend only four, maybe five
friends of mine but it'll be fun; I guarantee it."  I said okay, he asked
if he could have the pictures, I said yes, he asked if I had copies and I
nodded my head adding,

"Trust me, they're under lock and key and I'm the only person on earth
that knows where."

The rest of the week was uneventful. I saw Jessie at school of course but
since I was so busy after school we didn't get together anywhere near as
often as we had.  Jessie didn't complain as he was making new friends as
much as I was. On Saturday night I got on the bus and followed the
directions to where Jim and his friends were getting together. Turned out
it was in a neighborhood a couple of economic levels higher than mine.
Jim answered the door and had me kick my shoes off to join the rest of
the pile. I followed him down an art lined hallway into a huge kitchen
where four other boys were seated at a counter drinking beer from the
bottle. Three of the boys appeared to be Jim's age but the fourth looked
closer to my age. He introduced the older boys first; Jeremy, Andy and
Bran, which I found out was short for Branson. The youngest boy was
Trevor who Jim referred to as the groups' little fuck boy.

"Isn't that right Trevor?" Jim asked as if I needed some sort of
confirmation. The smaller boy nodded his head, tossed me a huge smile and
said with pride in his voice,

"Yep; fuck boy suck boy whatever you want boy." If I'd had any worries
about the younger boy being exploited by the older ones that notion got
dispelled right off the bat.

"Would you like a beer Austin?" Bran asked. The house belonged to Bran's
parents who were in the Bahamas for a week. I had never had a drink in my
life so was a little hesitant which Bran picked up on. We only had a six
pack and there's one left." I said okay and soon had a bottle in my hand.
I took a sip, figured it was okay then set the bottle on the table.

"Do you guys have a plan of some kind that I should know about?" I asked.

"Not really Jim answered. Just gonna get our cocks sucked by sweet pea
here then he's gonna get fucked all night long. We want you to take
pictures of as much stuff as you can."

"Jim says you're a pretty good photographer and used to taking pictures
of boy's doin stuff and keeping your mouth shut," Andy said. There was no
malice in the statement, just plain fact. I nodded my head. "And we can
all get copies if we want?" I nodded my head again.

"Yep, it's all true but I gotta tell you copies aren't a great idea." Of
course he asked why so I told him. "The more copies of something there
are floating around the more the chances are of someone finding them
which mean there are more chances of getting busted and then a bunch of
questions that you don't want to answer and neither do I. Nobody needs
that. If you really want copies I'll make em for you but it could be
really dangerous." All of the boys nodded their heads at that. It was
sorta weird being listened to by boys older than me. I took a few more
sips of my beer. I didn't really like it all that much but I wanted to be
sociable.

As the conversation went on I checked the boys out. The older boys were
pretty much the same; same size, five seven give or take, medium length
brown or black hair, cute. Trevor was about my size, maybe a little
smaller. His blond hair was a little on the long side, parted on the
left, with bangs that fell across his forehead but not in his grey eyes.
Trevor's pale face was totally smooth, his bobbed nose showing a few
freckles. He was a cutie boy that's for sure.

Everyone but me finally finished their beer and I didn't want mine so we
adjourned to the living room, large open room with a couple of distinct
sitting area's filled with all the furniture you might expect. In one of
them a low wide coffee table separated two sofas and it was there that
Trevor went and proceeded to lie down.

"We're gonna start here," Bran told me. I asked if I could turn on some
lights to avoid using a flash and was told I could do what I needed to
do. The other three knelt at the table as though it were an altar and
Trevor was being offered up. All three of them began rubbing and feeling
all over the smaller boys' body and in a moment buttons became
unbuttoned, zippers unzipped, and snaps unsnapped. Shirt wide open, two
boys began rubbing the Trevor's flat belly and bare chest. For his part
Trevor's arms were out to the side with a hand fondling each of the boys
who were rubbing him. He managed to get Andy's jeans unsnapped and
unzipped then fished the boy's hard cock out, the job made easy by the
fact that Andy wasn't wearing underwear. Bran was working on Trevor's
jeans and managed to get then down around the boys' knees exposing a pair
of dark blue briefs with white piping, the lump of Trevor's hard cock
clearly visible.

With one cock already exposed, and a respectable one at that, Trevor
focused on Jim who he managed to get freed up as well. My own dick was
swollen to full stand inside my jeans so I stopped and quickly got them
off and went back to work.

"Looks like you got a nice one in there Austin," Trevor commented. Jim
elected to not comment on the fact that he'd seen me the week before so I
kept my mouth shut. Jim surprised me by leaning down and kissing Trevor
while Andy lowered his head and began sucking at one of the boys' small
nubbin of a nipple. At the other end Bran started rubbing on Trevor's
stone hard cock.

"Okay time for naked you guys," Trevor finally said, "you too Austin I
wanna see your big dick." The three of us began undressing as did Trevor,
who didn't get off the table but finished his undressing where he was
lying.

"Dude you got a nice dick for a young guy," Bran offered when I got
naked. He wasn't a slouch either in fact, none of them were. Bran and
Andy were probably an easy seven inches but then so was I and Trevor was
pretty close to Jim's six inches although the younger boy didn't have any
moss to speak of, no more than a dozen strands of silky looking brown
hair.  The older boy's had quite a bit of fuzz and both had nice sized
balls although Jim's hung lower than the other two. Trevor's balls were
totally smooth of course and hung loosely between his thighs, one lower
than the other.

"Gimme some cock somebody," Trevor said as he lay back down on the table.
As I'd said before he was a cute young thing. His body was just
developing and even though he was pretty much flat there was still some
little boy softness to him. I wondered about the possibility of spending
some time alone with him some day.

Jim straddled the table and thus Trevor's body. He leaned forward and
placed his hands on the table which placed his cock right in the boy's
face. Trevor took hold of the rigid pink flesh and rubbed it all over his
soft smooth face making yummy sounds as he did it. He then kissed the
swollen head a couple of times before licking the thing like a lollipop.
Satisfied that he hadn't missed anything he then opened wide and took
Jim's cock into his mouth. One hand cupped and tugged on the older boy's
hanging boy fruit while the other hand rubbed up and down Jim's butt and
encouraged him to fuck the boy's mouth, which he did. I was there
snapping away.

Bran and Andy watched the show, adding comments and cheers.

""Fuck he can suck cock," Jim said, his breathing coming a little more
rapid," better than either one of you two."

"Yeah well it's cuz he gets so much practice. Fuck the kid's got a cock
in his mouth every day." The other two boys were standing next to each
other, arm around the other's shoulder or waist, and were stroking each
other's dick as they watched their friend get serviced by the suck `o mat
boy. Jim finally moved away while Trevor called out

"Next." Then he added, "Yum, Bran's big fat cock," as the boy in question
took Jim's place. Jim's eyes were about half closed so I knew that he was
hot as June bug on a midsummer's day. He got down between Trevor's spread
out legs and started out by licking the young boy's nuts then made his
way up the underside of the rigid cock above them. Andy meanwhile, moved
a footstool over and knelt on it which put his stone hard dick directly
in front of Bran's face. Bran didn't need any direction at that point.
Andy did help out though by holding his teenage boner down so that his
friend could suck it.  I got some great close up's of all of it.

"Okay stop," Trevor told everyone. Once they all broke away from each
other the young boy announced that it was time for a sperm bath. I wasn't
sure just what that meant but I sure found out quick. A bottle of lube
was handed around and each boy poured some in the palm of his hand then
began to jack off.

"You too Austin," he said. I told him the pictures wouldn't be all that
great and he told me I would manage. Of course I did. Because the table
Trevor was lying on was so low the boys gathered round it and, kneeling
beside the boy, began to jack off.

"Make sure you get some on my face too you guys." Jim had poured some
lube on Trevor's cock and was jacking both his own and Trevor's cocks off
while Trevor's hands were busing playing with sacs of boy balls. There
was something about watching boys love themselves that really turned me
on. I loved it and got plenty of pictures while continuing to stroke my
own dick.

Andy was first to get off so moved in closer to Trevor's head. He tugged
at his own nuts for a moment then groaned out loud. The expression on
Andy's face was a classic boy sperming expression, a mix of surprise,
exquisite bliss, and something that looked almost like he was
experiencing pain. Of course I knew that he wasn't. I captured that
expression then moved the camera to where his cock had just shot out a
stream of cum that draped across one cheek, up over Trevor's nose and
onto the other cheek. Andy kept pumping and so did his dick, another four
jets of fourteen year old sperm to be exact. When his dick quit shooting
he rubbed his oozing cock head against Trevor's face and the young boy
turned his head so Andy put his dick into Trevor's open mouth.

Bran was aiming his cock for Trevor's face before Andy was finished and
because of his angle he shot a huge stream of sperm that started at
Trevor's neck, ran up across Trevor's jaw line, cheek and onto the closed
eyelid. Andy stepped away and Bran, whose cock was still erupting,
quickly straddled Trevor and directed his cum onto the boy's mouth, chin
and nose. In the transition, Bran made sure that all of his sperm hit the
boy's face so that when his dick finally slowed to ooze, Trevor's face
was all but covered in fresh squeezed boy juice.

Andy took over for Jim who stood and straddled Trevor's body just above
where the little boy was getting his cock jacked off. When he came, Jim
splattered some cum up onto Trevor's face but a lot of it ended up on the
boy's chest.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," Trevor moaned so Andy moved away from the boy's
cock head and stroked the shaft. A moment later Trevor groaned and a
small stream of sperm shot out onto his belly. I got all of that then set
the camera down and jacked my own cock and shot out onto Andy's hand,
some of Trevor's cock when it was uncovered as well as his smooth
hairless balls. As soon as I was done I grabbed one of the hand towels
that had been brought out for the occasion, wiped my hands then grabbed
the camera and shot some images of Trevor's sperm covered body. Fuck;
that had been hot.

The rest of the night went as expected. We all showered then went back to
it, moving to Bran's bedroom so as not to leave pecker tracks or other
evidence of our party in the living room. We all fucked Trevor at least
once, and in a variety of positions that allowed him to suck on a cock
while someone else plowed his tight little asshole. And interesting
position was one with him on his side with one leg pulled back with Andy
straddling his other leg and fucking him that way. It allowed Trevor to
suck Bran's cock while Jim sucked Trevor's. As soon as Andy came, the
little boy went onto his hands and knees and I fucked him that way while
he sucked on Jim's cock. His ass wasn't quite as tight as it would have
been if I'd been first but I was big enough in the cock department that
it was still good. Besides it was the first time that I'd fucked a boy so
I wouldn't have known that much difference anyhow. What I did know was
that my cock was buried inside of a tight warm place and I was fucking
it. I held on to Trevor's hips and slammed into him while he kept telling
me to fuck him good, to fuck him harder. I wasn't sure just what that was
supposed to mean. I thought I was fucking both good and hard. But like
Lonnie, Trevor just liked to talk during sex and I would discover that
lots of boys and men did. I would become one of them.

We took breaks now and then but went back at it and kept it up, no pun
intended, until about two in the morning. It wasn't just Trevor who saw
all the action either. Bran fucked Andy and Andy fucked Jim. Trevor and I
both fucked Bran and Trevor offered to fuck me but I declined. I was
still a virgin and while I loved sex, I was reluctant to forgo that final
act. It wasn't like I was saving myself for anybody but I sort of was
saving myself for somebody. He would come along before Christmas of that
year and perhaps I'll tell you that story sometime.

With the boys permission I contacted a wealthy private collector, sent
him a few 5x7's of the event and he bought copies of the entire package,
almost 300 images. The boys each got $250 for their play time. I got ten
times that. It was that collector who suggested that I consider switching
to doing movies as that was the coming thing, at least in the private
sector. I told him he'd be the first to know if I did.

                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Did you ever do movies of boys?" Amol asked me. I told him that I had,
that I still did from time to time but that the camera continued to be my
primary tool of the trade.

"There are plenty of other stories Amol. I mean heck, I became the hit of
the party, everybody seemed to want me to take sexy pictures of them. I
even took my share of photos of boys and girls together but that never
seemed to really blow my skirts up. In any case do I need to continue on
with this or have I told you enough of my life story that you and I can
move on to whatever you have in mind." The boy smiled, his teeth almost a
beacon in the room. We hadn't gotten dressed yet so I took a moment to
gaze over Amol's body, my eyes taking in the snake like penis that
practically draped over his thigh as he half reclined in the corner of
the sofa. Throughout the story it had gotten hard and softened a couple
of times, the boys' fondling of it helping it along

"I think I have enough sense of you Austin as well as your work. Perhaps
in the future we can spend another day or even a night and you can tell
me more of it. It's quite interesting as well as.stimulating." With that
he gave his hose another squeeze.

"Kavi will likely to be showing up any time now. Should I put him off for
the rest of the day or do you have other plans?" Amol seemed to give that
some thought.

"Well if you don't mind I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day
together, perhaps even tonight. There are some places that I'd like to
show you as possible photo locations." I nodded my head and a moment
later there was a knock at the front door.

                              Author's Note

This is likely to be the last chapter along this vein, at least for A
BOY'S HOBBY. The story of Amol and Austin will continue in PHOTOGRAPHING
BOYS.

I may add more chapters about Austin as a boy but there are no promises
made in that regard and they would most likely only appear in A BOY'S
HOBBY.

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