Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 22:29:25 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 20

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

I need to put in a reminder that this story contains or may contain graphic
sex between humans of both sexes and several ages.  If this is offensive or
illegal to or for you then don't read it.

20:  Just Being Ourselves

"Put on more sunscreen little man, your mom would not like it if we let you
get burned."  I spread the cream over his back and shoulders progressing to
every exposed body surface.  I desperately wanted to cover some of the
unexposed surfaces too.  I know Jonas wanted that.  He finally lay back
against my legs and pulled my hand to his crotch.  His little swim suit was
so tight his cloth covered boyhood slipped between my fingers.  He looked
up smiling ever wider as my hand slipped under the narrow waistband.  Jonas
turned over giving my fingers access to his butt and his hands and mouth
access to my swollen penis.  I like to be touched and folded.  Brad,
Veronica, Linda and Bob like to be touched and to touch but we are nothing
like Jonas.  He doesn't just like it, he demands to be touched.  He wants
his man's hands on his body, especially his crotch and ass, more than
almost anything.

We were drifting along with the current down the mighty Wisconsin River on
a very warm day.  Our van driver had suggested a sandy beach that lay not
to far ahead, for us to lunch and a cool off swim.  Jonas assisted me with
the sun block on my back and shoulders.  I was enjoying our time together
just the two of us sitting in the back of a speed boat.  Jonas was learning
a lot about composition and view point just by observing and duplicating my
shots with his own camera.

At the back of this sandy beach were some alders and tall grass which
shielded us from prying eyes.  Jonas plugged his penis into my open mouth
and lay across my chest taking my manhood in his small hands and mouth.
His tongue played it's now well schooled, make Apollo ejaculate game.  The
best Jonas could do was get at most half of my penis in his mouth and
throat but between his talented tongue and hands he always managed to give
me a full measure of pleasure.  I could now easily get three fingers in his
anus to work on his prostrate while taking his boyhood completely in my
mouth.  Jonas had orgasm after orgasm.

"Is it acceptable to sketch from photographs Apollo?"

"Yes, I think it is more than acceptable.  I'm sure many artists work from
photographs.  In the old days artists invented a camera obseura, it is a
darkened box some as large as room, for projecting the image of an external
object on a screen or paper inside.  They had other arrangements too.

With modern photography it means you can go just as slow or fast as you
want, since the light won't change and your live models aren't forced to
sit still for extended periods of time."

"That's good I'm not very fast yet."

"I think you should not only try duplicating my shots, that is instructive
but take lots from your own point of view too."

"But what if they are not as good as yours?"

"Then don't use them for anything except figuring out why you don't think
they are as good.  Every image is a good image for something.  Just like
every sketch has some value.  The most important thing in all this is your
unique point of view, your interpretation of what you see or imagine.  Art
is just like anything else, a bit of inspiration and a whole lot of hard
work.  Good art is a little inspiration, lots of hard work and a modicum of
talent."

"Does Wilson sing as good as people say he does."

"Yes, he sings well, but he is still learning and studying, he does have a
unique and wondrous voice."

"Shelley, Bob and I will never be able to appreciate his voice."

"Sure but you can appreciate his showmanship and his friendship.


That afternoon we all took a little time to ourselves, everyone else was
off on some shopping trip or something.  Jonas expressed his appreciation
of our hosts hospitality and their bodies.  He was as impressed as I was
with Sam and Alex's bodies.  Judy and Alexandria got good reviews too.  He
was most impressed with Wilson.  Being a boy and closer in age and size to
Jonas he was more interested in him physically.

"I think Wilson has a man too," Jonas signed.

"Why do you think that?"

"The way he looks at Sam and Alex, it is the same way I look at you."

"You know that Wilson was rescued by Sam and Alex kind of like Brad and I
rescuing you?"

"Yes, he told me and he made sure to describe how Alexandria and Judy
helped.  I know the difference between appreciation, adoration and lust.
When I look at you or Wilson looks at Sam and Alex it is lust, simply
please take my body in you hands, in your mouth and give you boy the
pleasure he longs for."

I undressed the lad and he me; in our now standard slow, one piece at a
time, with many kisses and lots of fondling, way.  I love giving my boy
pleasure and my boy loves giving his man the same.

"Follow the ridge of the urethra down along the front of the penis, to
where it goes under the scrotum.  Massage it from side to side as you move
down, and feel how my erection really extends several inches below the base
of the penis, disappearing into my body below the base of the scrotum," I
signed.

Jonas had my penis in his hands and as I lay back propped up by pillows was
following my instructions.  Now this kind of teaching I think I an
qualified to do.

"Spend time massaging the penis in small circles through the scrotum - once
fully aroused, this is a nice place to spend lots of time."

He was doing just that and I was building up fast.

"At a point about an inch below the bottom of the scrotum where you feel my
penis shaft go 'underground'.  Remember this, it's an excellent place to
apply pressure during orgasm.  At this position you have moved from the
soft tissues of the penis and are feeling muscle.  You can press a lot
harder here; a firm push is rewarded by a greater firming of the erection
and a rush of pleasure along the whole penis."

Jonas pushed all right.

"Not quite that much pressure"

He tried again with much more success.

Jonas was watching my signs and inspecting the equipment doing as
instructed.  I lay him back and traced the steps on his body.  "You can
still have a finger on the glans and should see a drop of fluid every so
often.  This is male lubrication, or 'pre-come', and should be gently
massaged into the glans.

You have your hand on my scrotum, or 'balls' - another very interesting
place! The skin of the scrotum is also unique, and quite different from
that of the penis.  It has ridges, odor glands, hair, and is exquisitely
sensitive, loving to be stroked and tickled. Hiding inside the scrotum are
the two testicles.  As you already know, I like to have my balls touched
you seam to like yours massaged.  Although they have a well-earned
reputation as the seat of pain in the male body, it actually takes quite a
bit of pressure to hurt the testicles - they are really much more sensitive
to impact than to pressure.

I removed the hair from the scrotum by shaving.  As you can see I am as
hairless as your are."

"Does Brad like it that way?"

God how perceptive is this kid.

"Yes, so does Bob if you must know."

"Then they will like mine, no hair naturally."

"Removing all the hair makes the scrotum fantastically soft and much better
for petting.  I trim not shave the hair at the base of the penis or the top
of the scrotum.  Have a look.  This is the 'load-bearing' area during
intercourse, and any prickles will be a serious problem.  The scrotum is
also very temperature-sensitive, acting like a little weather station.  So
are the tissues behind it.  Cold, in particular, has a dramatic effect, and
if your partner is up for it, you should try pressing ice into the base of
the scrotum - the sensation is incredible, especially during orgasm."

He giggled at this and if I had let him would have run to the ice machine
naked to find out how I reacted.  I did not let him, not this time anyway.

"Where were we? You have a firm finger below my scrotum, where you can feel
my penis pump up when I contract my muscles.  If I am close to coming, even
this pumping may stretch the front of the penis enough to trigger an
orgasm.  Move your fingers down my perineum (the slight ridge between
scrotum and anus). This is a wonderful area to massage."

I lay back so he could inspect and touch.  I lay him back and inspected him
and made a big show of finding his perineum.  "In another inch you reach
the anus, the other focus of erotic pleasure in our bodies. The skin around
anus is as sensitive as the lips, a place for soft tickling, but able to
grip as firmly as a fist, a place for fucking."

"Or pushing you tongue in, I sure like that when you do it to me.  I even
like doing it to you."

He signed sticking out is tongue and wiggling it around.

"Use some of your partners or your own lubrication to massage his anus.  If
you wish to, press firmly and feel it open ever so slightly to allow you to
massage the entire firm sphincter (opening).  Slowly or by surprise you can
slip a finger in."

I demonstrated on him something he was always most desirous of.  I think
Jonas would rather have my finger up is butt then a candy bar in his mouth.

"There are no more nerve endings past the anus, but the feeling of
stretching and penetration is heady and delightful all in itself.  At this
point you may decide to head farther up to massage my prostate like I do to
you."

I shoved my finger back in and gave his prostrate a quick feel.

"This is a 'walnut-sized gland' about one finger's length in."

"Is that a man finger or a boy finger?"

"A man finger in a man and a boy finger in a boy.  It is the true root of
the penis, which you have now followed from the delicate glans, along the
soft shaft, down to the muscled base, and deep into my body.  Massaging the
prostate enough will usually (not always) trigger orgasm, a different
experience from a purely penis-based orgasm.  For now you will just have to
be content with the prostrate variety.  If you do this, you will feel the
enormous firming and contractions that precede and accompany my
ejaculation.  With one hand pressing against the scrotum or pushing into my
anus, and another massaging the glans and final inch of the penis or with
your mouth doing the same, 'go for it!'."

"When do you fuck me?"

"Not so fast little man.  We have a whole lot more to cover like hygiene
and then we do need to prepare your little bottom before anything this big
gets near it.  Lets just play with each other and use our oral skills, Ok"

It certainly was Ok.  The little fucker was smarter then I ever thought.
He quickly found that if he coated his little hand with KY he could shove
it right in my ass and reach that prostrate.  I found this very exciting
and stimulating, as his wrist was not to much thicker than Bob's penis.  I
told him that but thought the subject of fisting was best left for some
much more future discussion or demonstration.

One by one over the course of the week the men all managed to connect and
fuck each other and still keep the women satisfied.  The females may have
been getting together too but that's just speculation on my part.

.............................

Our trip to the Circus World Museum was something.  I must have burned a
dozen rolls of 36.  Just stepping across that bridge over the Baraboo River
we all became children again and every kid loves the circus.  One aspect of
the place are live performances.  Rupert and Liz were the biggest kids of
the lot.  Somehow he knew one of the clowns and being a relatively small
setup the clown spotted Rupert in the seats and waved.  Toward the end of
the performance he came over to that part of the stands and began
ad-libbing his act.  I know it was an ad-lib because he took the ring
master by some surprise.  The fellow had noting to say.

The clown began a mime routine.  Shelley quickly got the drift and stood up
imitating him.  He clown would do something and Shelley would repeat it.
She would sign to him and he would repeat her sign.  I finally told the
clown she wanted to join him that is what she was signing.  This clown was
also quick, realizing she was deaf and he nodded and extended his hand.
Shelley took it and they were both on the sawdust.  The clown then mimed
some activity like going through a door and Shelley would imitate it.  This
went on for some minutes.  The crowd loved it, Brad and I were taking
pictures like crazy and Margaret was off to see the ringmaster.  Jonas has
his camera working overtime, he was not going to miss this for the world.
She finally got his mike and getting Shelley's attention, waited.  Shelley
then signed to the clown thanking him for letting her perform with him.
The clown then asked the crowed through gestures what they thought of her
performance.  Everyone went wild.  He asked her name, which she finger
spelled.  Margaret translated.  They took a bow and Shelley returned to her
seat.  The ringmaster then thanked everyone.

It took us at least 30 minutes to get anywhere.  Everyone in the stands
wanted to meet the kids.  Someone recognized them from Opera and the rush
was on.  Finally Rupert and Liz managed to get us back stage to meet the
performers.  The mime was a hearing and speaking person when out of
character but that did not mean he stopped performing.  He accompanied us
through the remainder of the exhibits, which were extensive.  His
commentary was witty and interesting.  Margaret did the translating.  Jonas
and Shelley taught him some ASL and we all entertained the other guests for
most of the afternoon.  We stopped often to let people introduce themselves
to the children and get autographs.  I think every family their had a copy
of the book by the time we departed and the gift shop was set up to sell
them.  Brad and Alex our two business men collected one pile of cash for
the local deaf kids that afternoon.

I got some great shots of Shelley and the clown performing.  Brad and Alex
arranged to have some posters made up for sale in the gift shop.  That will
put a nice modeling fee in Shelley's trust fund and the clown agreed to
call it even for unrestricted use of the images for his advertising.
Rupert thought that was not a bad day's work for students in accounting and
engineering.  Fred and I must be doing something right.
..................................

Jonas and I found ourselves alone for a week in Chicago.  Alone is a
relative term as used here.  We could not go anyplace without our PPI man
tagging along, Jason's house keeper would be in every day for a few hours
and we had a number of appearances and photo shoots.  I also had to stay
for some personal business.  The others all went home to visit the family
and make some appearances in the Pacific North West.  Jonas should have
gone with them to Spokane but that did not happen.  I know full well why he
wanted to stay with me.  Brad and Bob guessed but said nothing except to
give Jonas' lame excuses some support.  Finally we got an emergency call
from a local children's clothing manufacturer, their boy model had come
down with the mumps and could Jonas sub in.  He was delighted with the
idea.  Jason volunteered his family's condo for our use.  The others
departed on Friday evening.  Parting was almost as emotional as our leaving
the Dells.

I was just finishing the kitchen clean up when Jonas came bounding into the
room.  He was in a state of excitement and looked a bit strange.  It took
me several moments to realize what was different.  He was only wearing his
bright, red Circus World Museum T shirt which was long and came down to the
upper thigh area.  Jonas looked so cute with his little thin legs sticking
out of the red tent.

He was obviously excited.  He grabbed my hand and guided me into his
bedroom.  His pants and underwear lay in a heap on the floor, this was a
boy's room, stuff was everywhere.  Jonas pointed to the computer.  He had
found pictures of Brad and I modeling the swim ware from our recent shoot.
He was delighted to be seeing his men displaying their bodies.  We surfed
to other sites with Brad's modeling pictures which also delighted my little
man.

"This boy needs his man," Jonas signed jumping onto the bed.  Jonas' shirt
pulled up to expose his butt and genitals.  He lay on his left side, head
against a pillow, and taking his right hand pulled his right leg up to his
shoulder while stretching his left at a right angel to his body.  His
exposed anus and genitals were an invitation.  Jonas' eyes said it all, I
need my man and I need him now.  My mouth watered as I leaned over
extending my tongue and making contact with the sweetest little ass in the
world.  My tongue made contact and he giggled.  I pressed it into the
center and circled it around the opening.  Jonas must have relaxed as on my
next tongue thrust forward it went completely in and I began fucking his
butt with it while my lips completed the seal around his small orifice.
Jonas was beside himself with excitement.

Having his anus well lubricated I withdrew my tongue and inserted my two
middle fingers making contact with his prostrate.  Finger fucking his anus
and keeping pressure on his prostrate, my mouth found his penis and
testicles taking the whole of his boyhood in my mouth, I began playing tag
with my tongue and his maleness.

Jonas moved his left hand between my mouth and his genitals, I kissed his
fingers.  He pulled his foreskin back exposing the small perfectly formed
head to my oral ministrations.  I took the little cocklet head in my lips
and began a duel between it and my much larger tongue.  Soon Jonas was
experiencing the first of many orgasms.  That evening we both stayed naked
engaging in some kind of erotic activity or another on an almost continuos
basis.  My favorite is 69 with Jonas on top, this gives me access to his
boyhood and anus with both my hands and tongue; while letting him practice
his oral skills.  By the time he was ready for bed his anus was more than
prepared to receive my long thick penis.

We took a well deserved soak in the hot tub.  Jonas played in the water
jets, with my body and also his own body.  I guess I had not noticed before
just how often he fondled his boyhood or played with his perfect little
butt.  He seamed to revel in this kind of physical contact.  Earlier in the
evening he was insisting, by taking my hand and directing it to his crotch,
that I fondle him frequently and often.  I finally coated his boy toy with
a thick but very long lasting lubricant, which now had to be washed off.
It is very effective but I for one don't like the taste.  Jonas had come
out of the bedroom at one point with my discarded thong over his face so he
could enjoy my smell as he put it.  Before we got in the hot tub I had
given him another hygiene lecture and we assisted each other in cleaning
our bowls.  Now we relaxed in the warm circulating water.  Pressing our
bodies together and allowing the pleasure of human touch to carry us away.
I find nothing more relaxing then letting my hands drift over his smooth
perfect little body.  From the look of pleasure on his face he like being
touched and touching me too.

Jonas was sitting on me just above my now rock had cock pressing his back
into my chest.  My right hand was mostly into his anus and my left fondling
his boyhood.  His head pressed against my shoulder and he was murmuring
softly.  Making some kind of deep rumbling sound in his little boy throat.
Now was the time I thought, now to give him the pleasure he so often
requested.  I lifted him up slightly and taking my fingers out of his anus
used my left hand to direct my aching penis toward his hole.  Jonas smiled
as my cock head entered his sphincter ring.  I let myself slip deeper into
the water indicating he should support his weight on his legs and lower
himself unto my cock.  Jonas did as indicated like he had done it a
thousand times before.  He was so relaxed and sufficiently stretched that
he impaled himself quickly, squealing with delight.

I held him still for a few minutes, at least it seamed like minutes, so he
could accommodate to this new intruder.  He was patiently waiting for
something to happen.  Keeping my cock in his butt I lifted his legs and
slowly turned him around.  The friction of his sphincter around the base of
my penis sent shivers though his body.  Now facing me I could see the
pleasure and joy on his face.  Holding him to me and desperately trying not
to slip and fall, and keeping him impaled; I picked us both up and carried
him to my bed.  With Jonas still impaled on my cock I lay back keeping him
in the boy superior position and reached into the bed side table for a some
lube.  I had noticed that Jason kept several containers of the stuff at the
ready.

As I lifted him off his face changed from an expression of joy to one of
horror.  The prize so long sought was escaping.  I quickly spread some lube
on my penis and assisted him to reposition.  This time he just dropped
down.  It was obvious he was stretched and that lube makes the cock go in
easier.  He lifted and I up-thrusted trying to make good contact with his
prostrate.  The boy was beside himself but it was also obvious he was
getting tired.  I lifted him off and placed his body on his back with a
pillow under his butt and slowly pushed in.  I was afraid to be two
vigorous, he is so small and delicate I thought.  He wiggled and giggled
and laughed and moaned with delight joy and pleasure.  I have fucked a lot
of male butt, well I think a lot mostly Brad and Bob.  They like being
fucked as much as I like fucking but Jonas was different he didn't just
like it, he loved it.  I was a bit concerned I would ejaculate to quickly,
I wanted his first fuck to be one he would remember fondly for the rest of
his life.  He was tight and hot but I had already ejaculated twice that
evening so figured I could holed out for a while.  Jonas was reacting like
nothing I had ever seen before, he began to breath hard and short, his body
stiffened and he orgasmed, it was powerful and long.  I kept fucking now
harder and shorter soon spilling some, I'm sure not all that much, sperm
into his bowls.  I collapsed next to him pulling him to my chest and
kissing is face.  My flagellant cock soon was being pushed from its new
home.  We held each other, kissing and fondling for a long time, Jonas was
asleep.

I covered him and prepared the place for the night.  Drained the hot tub,
put away things picked up the dirty clothing and so on.  Jonas was fast
asleep as I sat on the bed.  I picked up the tube of lube and replaced the
cap.  That is when I noticed it had no label.  The other tubs in the drawer
had labels.  Funny I thought.  I turned out the light and pulled his body
against mine placing his face on my chest and drifted off.

I woke up with Jonas sitting on my chest.  His little, but stiff penis
inches from my mouth.  "Hi," he signed.

"Hi," I said.  Jonas is getting much better at lip reading and we are
trying to practice when ever possible.

"My man has made his boy the happiest boy in the world."  Jonas had a smile
from ear to ear.

"My boy has made his man the happiest man in the world too."  Jonas
giggled.  "But if you don't get off my tummy I am going to pee in the bed."
He laughed and jumped to the floor.  We both ran to the bathroom and shared
the toilet emptying our bladders.  He finished first, reaching up he took
my penis in his hands, giggling the entire time.  After shaking the last
drop he kept a firm hold bringing his lips to the head and kissing it
profusely.  This did little but cause an instant erection.  That too he
thought was very funny.

"Are you going to fuck me again," he signed.

"Yes, of course."  He did not let me finish but pulled on my hand leading
me to the bed.  He wanted it all right, he wanted it right now.  I lubed
his anus and my penis filling his request.  He was already tightened up
quite a bit but did not want me to use my fingers first he just indicated I
should push on in.  Jonas lay on his tummy with his butt in the air.  I had
a great view as my penis stretched his sphincter wider than wide.

"Ok bud, now that we have expressed our never ending desire for sex it is
time to S.S.S."

"Maybe for you, mister man but the best I can do S.S.."  I know like all
little boys he would like to shave so he can be like the big boys and dad,
frankly I find shaving a real pain in the butt.  In fact I'll take a butt
pain if caused by a big cock to shaving any day.  My beard is thick and
dark and curly if I let it grow.  In fact it is rather soft when long but
never seams to look kept.

"Aren't you going to dress me?"  Jonas signed shoving his little hand in my
unzipped fly.  Is that all this kid things about, and I thought teenagers
were the only people obsessed with sex.

"Yes I am always glad to dress you, I like undressing you too."  Jonas
giggled handing me his stuff.  The tighty whitties he handed me were very
tight I could barley get them over is butt.  These would not do I thought,
as my hand drifted over his butt and imprisoned penis.  Can't get my hand
in them anymore.  His shorts were also very tight but since they had a fly
I figured they would do for a while yet, besides they showed off his round
butt just the way I like to see it.  It will be a hot one in Chicago today
I thought perhaps we can go swimming maybe even to the beach.

Mrs. xxx came in about 9 and insisted that we have breakfast before we go
out.  I sent Jonas around the place to remove anything we didn't want her
to find; like semen soaked undies and to make sure the porn is not front
and center on the computer.  He giggled as I singed.  I know he had been
into a number of porn sights the same ones in the history file.  I guess
Jason's brothers like to surf.  Jonas had found a number of gay sights,
several of those focused on the younger set.  Younger set being just legal.

"Jonas needs a hair cut," I asked the housekeeper, "can you suggest a
barber?"

"Yes and he is not the only one."

She looked at me closely over the top of her glasses.

"Their is a barber in this building that Mr. Henderson uses I will call
them and get you an appointment, don't look so worried all of the young
Adonis and Henderson men use him.... Yes, that is correct Mr. Henderson's
guests and they need an appointment this morning.  No, you will just have
to squeeze them in and be sure to put their cuts on Mr. Henderson's
account.  I will send them down as soon as they eat the breakfast I am
preparing.  Mr. Bidis and Mr. Sanders."  I guess I had a quizzical look on
my face.  "He is always like that, pay no attention, I've know him for
almost twenty years now, since this building was built.  He never changes,
you will get royal treatment."

Jonas was looking at his breakfast with very suspicious eyes.  It was
scrambled eggs with hot-dogs cut up in the egg matrix and pan fried
potatoes.  I had lots of catchup on mine.  Jonas hesitantly tasted them
seeing me wolfing down my plate.  His eyes brightened right up.  These are
good, he just discovered something new. The Lady was pleased, I could see
her watching him out of the corner of her eye.  The one thing Jonas can do
is pack away the food.  He had a large plate of eggs with dogs, a heap of
potatoes, two slices of toast, a large juice and two glasses of milk.  If
more food had been presented I think he would have eaten it too.  I guess
sex requires lots of fuel.

I got my wallet and the door key while Jonas inspected me and than himself.
We had to have the same things on, T-shirt, jean shorts, white socks and
runners.  He grabbed his sketch book and a pencil.  Nodding, he proceeded
to the door.  I poked him on the shoulder and pointed toward the kitchen.
He ran in to give the house keeper a kiss and out we went.  Jonas and I
skipped down the hall to the elevator.  I stopped and ran back to pick up
my camera.  I was sure some interesting shots were to be had in the barber
shop.

We picked up our security man at the front desk and headed through the
large glass doors into the shopping and services concourse.  The barber
shop was right next to the ladies coiffure.  I could see the shop was
rather full.  It had only two chairs both manned by older gentlemen.  On
the far wall was one of my posters of Jonas and Shelley.  I was impressed.

"Are you Bidis and Sanders," one of the barbers asked as we came in?

"Yes, sir."  I responded.

"Sit a bit and I take the boy next."

In the mean time Jonas spotted Professor Parks and another gentleman we had
met at the Art Institute Opening.  In an instant he was sitting on the
professor's lap showing him his sketch book.  The barber now realized Jonas
was the boy in the picture.  All hell broke loose for about 5 minutes until
everyone settled down and he could get back to work.  Most of these men all
knew each other, I took it they all lived in the building.  As soon as the
professor finished examining the sketches and making some suggestions much
as Judy had done; they all wanted Jonas to interact with them.  Jonas held
court with me translating both ways.  His little hands were flying as he
told them about his boat ride, on the Wisconsin River, his being in the
engine cab and helping the engineer on the North Freedom steam train and
seeing the CWM in Baraboo and so on.  If you ever wondered how much kids
get from these outings, wonder no longer, one hell of a lot.

I managed to get a number of photographs of Jonas and Dr. Parks, him in the
barber's chair and so on.  The hardest part for Jonas was holding his head
still enough while the barber was cutting.  That meant he could not sign.
When it was my turn Jonas took my picture, well several pictures.  Now it
was my chore to try and sit still.  Those aprons the barber uses makes it
difficult for people to see your hands.  Jonas found several underwear and
clothing adds in the magazines on the table and made sure everyone knew
which models were his buddy Brad and that the pictures were all taken by
me.

Later on we strolled down Michigan Avenue and State Street looking for some
new boy cloths.  This is almost selection overload for men and women but
the children's fashions were also plentiful.  I found most of what I wanted
at Marshall Fields, shorts, jeans and the like.  We had a heated discussion
in the boys underwear section.  Nothing I showed him would do.  He wanted
ones like Brad and I have, Jockey thongs.  Finally a young sales person
came over to see if he could assist us.  I explained our problem of Jonas'
desire and my doubts that even a small men's would fit.  The kid only has a
22" waste.  The sales person thought a bit and asking us to stand by,
disappeared into the back room.  He came out with about a dozen pair or
very small looking Thongs in different colors, a cotton Lycra blend.  They
were small men's but he assured us must be sized for some asian country, as
they were found to be far to small.  He offered them at a considerable
discount.  I took them.  If necessary I could get out a needle and thread
and alter a bit.  That was my thinking anyway.

"He's your boy isn't he," the salesman whispered?  I smiled and nodded.  "I
knew it, my man could never say no to me either."

That's a bit of luck I thought.  I didn't think we were that obvious and
hoped it was only to others with boy to man experience.

We chatted a bit while he did the paperwork.  I asked him for the name of
an "appropriate" sex shop.  He wrote it and the address on the back of his
card.

"Just hand them my card and you will get the right kind of service," he
said.

I looked at the address it was several blocks further down State.  So I
sent Jonas and our minder up to the toy department and headed out.  I had
no problem finding the place but it did not look at all like a sex shop and
even less like one that would have what I wanted.  I gave the clerk the
card, he looked at it and fetched the manager who invited me into his
office.

We went down a long hall and he unlocked a door and turned on the lights.
Instead of bric-a-brac and garish decorations this room looked like a sex
toy shop.  I quickly realized that almost everything in it came in adult
and child sizes.  I quickly found all the stuff I wanted, including some
vibrators, flavored lubes and hygienic solutions.  I spent a good pile on
this stuff but Jonas is worth it.  I thought he might enjoy some butt
plugs.  I asked him to suggest some appropriate Video's or DVD's for a ten
year old boy to watch with me, "no violence, just love," I added.  He put
four on my pile.  The manager took my name and address packed the stuff up
and told me he would have it delivered.  I marked photographic supplies -
open only in appropriate light on the box and departed.

I caught up with Jonas and the minder reviewing computer games several of
which Jonas purchased with his spending money.  I also found two small
cases in the luggage area one would hold his art supplies and the other, a
bit smaller with its own little combination lock, would be good for his
personal boy supplies.  On the way back to the condo we stopped by a Vienna
Hot Dog stand and Jonas had his first Vienna hot dog with all the fixings.
Just eating it generated almost a full roll of film.  At first I felt a
little bad giving all my attention to Jonas while Shelley was working in
Seattle but when we had our afternoon video conference it was apparent that
she was being spoiled too.  Just not spoiled by me.

When we got home Jonas tried on his new clothing, modeling for us.  The
thongs fit more or less and they did look very sexy.  They were a little
big but I figured would shrink a bit and he would grow quite a bit.  In any
event Jonas was a happy camper.  He would be a delighted camper when we
opened the box.  I had some work to get done and we needed a swim so the
afternoon was already full up.  The housekeeper made pizza for our dinner
and left our Sunday meals in the refrigerator.  Just heat and serve.  I
like that, more time to spend with my boy.