Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:33:34 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 7

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


7:  Consolidating Our Positions

This was Brad's first time in a darkroom.  I set up the developing tank,
top and real, along with the exposed film canister on the work bench.  I
showed Brad where to stand and bid him close his eyes and make sure he knew
where everything was.  Brad complies.  In the small space we seemed to be
bumping into each other at every turn.  I liked the feel of my new friend,
the feeling of being close to him and softness of the kid's skin.  Brad
preset the clock and I placed the chemicals on the bench and turned off the
light.  The room was now black.  No light is allowed at this stage.  Brad
fumbled for the film cassette but could not seem to locate the reel.  I was
forced to step up close behind him and reach around to assist.  This
brought our bodies into firm contact, as my boner pushed into Brad's firm
ass.  I placed my arms one on each side of Brad, hands on the bench top to
orient himself.  Brad's upper body seemed to freeze for a moment and then
relax against my chest.  I wanted to abandon his groping search and wrap my
arms around the youth, squeeze him tight as lovers do, for openers anyway.
He resisted and using his right hand moved across and along the bench top
finding the reel.  "Got it" I said, moving my hand toward the boy.  Brad's
hand moved out to get the reel but found my bare arm instead.  Brad slid
his hand along my bare arm toward my hand.  The feeling of Brad's finger
tips gliding along my arm, lightly covered with thin hair, was electric.
It caused my slow twitch nerves to send pleasure signals to my brain and
sexual stimulation signals to my cock.

Brad took the reel and placing it directly in front of himself and set
about opening the cassette, feeding the film strip on the reel.  He was all
thumbs and was not getting things line up.  I moved back directly behind
the boy, our bodies making contact again.  This sent little shudders
through us both.  I moved my hands along Brad's arms, my fingers lightly
touching the boy as they zeroed in on his hands, on the reel.  Brad was
becoming over stimulated by my touch, hard cock pressing into his butt
crack and my very essence as my arms enveloped the slightly smaller and
slimmer youth.  I placed the film squarely in the center of the reel and
clipped the film firmly in place.  I took one of Brad's hands and guided it
to the reel center post so he could feel what it should be like.  Brad then
took the reel and wound the film onto it, placed it in the light proof tank
and secured the lid.  "Okay," he said.  I reached around him again
following his arms again to check the tank.  This time I set the tank on
the bench and completed my embrace of the lad.  Holding the boy tight
against me, I whispered, "god even in the dark you are sexy."  Brad pressed
his back into me saying not any more then you.  We kissed each other on the
cheeks and I released him.

Smell is an important sense we often overlook.  In our case we revel in
each other's oder.  I just love having my nose in his sweet soaked crotch.
One whiff of his undies can send my cock into full erection.  I like the
male smell I like the female smell too.  My old girlfriend would do for me
what Brad's oder does.  I would pick up her used panties and take a long
slow sniff before pressing forward to fucking her.  If she was not home I
would use her smell to excite and masturbate.  She was not so keen on my
oder except at the right time in her monthly cycle.  In the darkroom Bard's
smell was almost as stimulating as his touch.

Darkroom running lights, when not handling panchromatic film, are either
red or yellow; I like to use them as a transition to regular white light,
easier on the eyes.  This small room had one of each.  Now that some light
was available we two men moved a bit apart.  Brad reached out for me and we
embraced again this time grinding our hard cocks into each other.  My hands
quickly slipped down Brad's back coming to rest on his rock hard butt.  The
heat between us was awesome.  "Lets get this developing done before we get
to far along."  While Brad measured his chemicals and checked the
temperature I began playing with the boy's equipment backing off during the
pore.  Brad had five minutes of time tracking, with agitation every 45
seconds.  Once the developing was completed and the fix had been pored into
the light proof tank we began pawing at each other in earnest.

Brad began by removing my shirt and tugging at his shorts releasing his 8"
of rock hard fat cock.  I stepped out of my shorts and thong.  Brad was
already pulling his shirt off so I went after the nylon running shorts.
First giving my hands a tour of Brads butt and crotch gently pressing my
fingers against the slick nylon, then I slowly pulled down the shorts
dropping to one knee and engulfing the boys long thin cock into my watering
mouth.  I was overcome momentarily by the boy's smell it was so
exhilarating.  My tongue traveling the underside pressing into the pee hole
and engulfing the head.  My hands moved up the back of Brad's legs gently
pulling his ass cheeks apart.  Brad was so overcome he almost fell back
against the work bench.  Brad's balls and anus were tingling and his cock
was throbbing as my fingers found their way into the boy's anus stimulating
his prostrate.  I released his cock and began licking and sucking into my
wide mouth one testicle at a time.  This was driving Brad crazy but not so
crazy that he forgot to agitate the fix solution a few times.  Just as he
was about to come the buzzer sounded indicating the film was finished.  I
began sucking the licking harder, pumping on the cock base with my left and
driving my right hand's fingers deeper into Brad's anus.  It was only
seconds later that Brad unloaded his first semen package of the day down my
eager throat.

We set the film to wash, cleaned up the chemicals, picked up our clothing
and headed for our bed.  While the film washed we showered and cleaned
ourselves.  More then once Brad had the hair on my neck standing up while
waves of anticipation flowed from my crotch to my head.  We kissed and
embraced in front of the mirrored wall in our bedroom.  Brad's body was so
young and lean I thought.  This boy's butt is so tight and compact just
looking at it and I wanted to ejaculate.  Brad knew just how to move
himself to allow me maximum access to his charms.  He set his feet just the
right distance apart to provide stability and give me easy access to his
anus or balls but most of all he seemed to relish my hands moving along his
backbone and across his buttocks.

With some reluctance we finely pulled ourselves apart and went to the
darkroom.  Once the film was hanging to dry Brad took me by the hand and
lead me back to the bedroom.  Bidding me to lay down Brad proceeded to make
love to my body.  Brad touched, kissed and licked every exposed patch of
skin, paying just enough attention to my manhood and anus to keep my cock
fully erect and dripping pre-come which the boy seemed to relish on the tip
of his tongue.  After what seemed like hours but was certainly only tens of
minutes Brad lowered his petite little ass over my 8" and fucking his own
ass until I emptied semen into the youth's bowls.  Without missing a stroke
Brad flipped himself over, picked up my limp legs and draped them over his
shoulders.  He lubed my anus stimulating my prostrate at the same time.  I
was almost fully erect again.  Brad slowly but deliberately entered me and
began long slow strokes each one making full contact with my prostrate
while folding my cock and balls.  Brad picked up his thrusting speed but
each stroke was at least 3/4 of his 8" length.  He would bend over and
flick his tongue over my nipples and across my lips.  I was beside himself
with pleasure and anticipation.  Finely I let go with four or five powerful
squirts.  Only then did Brad allow himself to deposit his load in his host.

Brad would not talk except in one word answers he wanted to continue making
love to my body.  Brad moved himself and me into a side by side 69 position
and began bringing me to another erection.  Placing his thumb in my anus
and using his fingers to press against the area right behind my balls and
his mouth clamped tight on my cock head he proceeded to control my
movements so that I had the sensation of fucking the lad's mouth but none
of the control of his movements to accomplish the act.  I followed Brad
lead taking the boy's cock into my mouth and using both hands one on Brad's
ball sack the other's index finger fully into his anus fucked his mouth
with my cock.  We were emerged in each other sexuality, taste and sent.
Brad was rock hard in seconds but it was taking me a bit longer, as soon as
I did get hard, Brad flipped onto his back and begged me to fuck him.
"Fuck me long, fuck me hard and fuck me well".  laying an his back Brad
raised his legs in the air doing the splits which presented his anus to my
slightly up turned stiff but now somewhat sensitive cock.  I pushed in
causing Brad to sigh in delight, while holding on to the lads feet with his
outstretched arms. The smile on his face answered any questions I was
thinking of asking.  I could feel my cock sliding over his prostrate and I
could feel the boy's sphincter garbing me, preventing my exit on each
outward stroke.  Neither of us had ever enjoyed such a level of passion
with another male, or each other before, electric like shocks were coursing
through our bodies.  This was lust at its finest fully tempered by love and
sharing.  This was maximum endorphin production.

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

We worked almost day and night to get orders filled, prepare the new
additions to the catalogue, submit stuff to the stock house and figure out
what work would be required during the fall season.  I wanted to attend a
black and white master class and a Zone Five workshop.  The workshop is in
New Mexico and the master class is in Chicago.  Mother informed me the
business could only afford one, so I must choose.  I thought sales were so
good that I would have plenty of cash to work with but if I must choose
then I must choose.

Several of my usual galleries were trying to arrange shows.  I had enough
new material but no dates were set and they wanted me to be available for
the openings.  As we got ready for the run to San Diego on the 25th, we
also had to plan two birthday parties mine on the 27th and Brads on the
30th.  It never rains but it pours, so they say.  About two days before "D"
day, I'm not talking about Normandy but departure for San Diego, our web
site host ISP called to inform us my home page was under a denial of
service attack.  We were getting an abnormal number of hits, in fact
thousands of them.  It was slowing service down a bit but they were able to
handle that.  Someone was trying to hack in so they took account access
away.  What did we want to do about this?  I told the manager I would get
back to him with a plan and thanked him for locking the thing up.
Sometimes it pays to deal with local people who you know.  Bellingham is
small enough to know peoples names and large enough to have most services.
Robert's older brother is the technical manager at the ISP so he just
locked us up, figuring if we were having difficulty getting in we would
have called him for help before making so many closely spaced failed
attempts.  My pass word is 12 characters long using a combination of
numbers and obscure Greek words, not impossible to brake but dam hard.  I
quickly made two calls, one to Agent Snipe and the other to my web master.
Charles or Chuck is my other long term best buddy.  He and Bob and I go
back to grade school.  He signs almost as well as I do and he is the one
who introduced me to my former girlfriend.

Brad checked our LAN, and its Web access getaway for unusual activity.
Sure enough, someone had been trying to get into us as well but Chuck had
configured our Apple based network so well that all the hacker could do was
get lost in the guest folder of my ftp.  Chuck checked my personal mail
account and found a whole pile of virus laden junk mail but since we have
both a good virus protection program and since most of what they sent won't
effect the Mac OS 9 or 10 it was more a nuisance then anything else.  My
IMAP mail host address is the one most people have, I just canceled it.
Brad's IMAP mail host account was also under attack so he did the same
thing.

It was late in the afternoon when mom, dad, Brad, Chuck, Bob and I gathered
in the kitchen with a speaker phone to conference with Snipe.  Were we
prepared for this, Snipe asked?  Not exactly for this but we were prepared
sufficiently to limit any damage to a busy responses from the web page.  My
site does not get that many hits a day anyway and regular customers like
galleries order by fax or phone.  Chuck suggested the bureau try and trace
the hackers, who we figured were limited in number and probably the same
person or persons who were flooding the page with hits.  Snipe ask if we
could set up a blind account with a copy of the page on it to let the
hacker think he has broken in.  We asked the conference operator to add
Fred, Bob's brother to the group and plotted our revenge and the bureau's
evidence gathering.  As for our LAN we just turned off the power.

Fred would arrange that and then allow the hacker in when he got the okay
from the Bureau.  These people were a bit more sophisticated than our
former shadows; therefore, they would present a real challenge.  Yes! I
thought a real challenge and I'm, we're, up for it too.  Fred had been
trying to trace the hack but without much success.  The Bureau would get
some of its technical people on it right away and Fred's boss quickly
agreed to give him all the time and resources required.  I could just smell
the conspiracy and witness tampering case, so could Snipe.

I asked Fred if he was able to get the hacker's address if he could reverse
the hack and deliver a message.  Snipe's tech asked from the background
what we wanted it to say.  I liked his chutzpah.  Brad piped in, "Apollo
the God of Light is turning yours off.  FBI, you are under arrest."  Snipe
thought that would be more then fitting especially if his people were
standing outside the door at the time.  Aphrodite though that sounded like
a TV program ending.  Yes!

Bob was getting very excited and signing like mad.  I translated saying Bob
is signing, "No, these people are religious nuts and vengeful aren't they?
Well then, you must say "Vengeance is Mine so says Apollo God of Light, who
speaks for those without a voice, your light is now under a bushel.  FBI,
you are under arrest." I think that would be more appropriate."  All agreed
with Bob.  We signed off, Brad, Bob, Chuck and I went to the ISP office to
assist or hinder, I was never quite sure, Fred.  Even mom and dad were
getting excited by our newest little adventure.  We young people were all
feeling the exhilaration of the fight.  Bob was especially excited because
this was one time hearing was probably more disability than ability.  He
would have the advantage of his concentration not being distracted by
sounds or talking.

It took several hours, many cans of Coke and 4 large pizzas on our end, but
with the FBI's help, Fred and Bob were able to track the hacker and deliver
the message right to his screen.  I'll bet he was just shocked when Fred
took control of his machine dumping him out of windows and back to the DOS
shell.  Lets hear it for not up grading past Windows 98.

Our cell phone contact with the agents in the field went well.  I think
they thought we were a bit nuts but I guess Snipe told them cooperation
with us, being important witnesses, was essential to the Bureau's case.
Fred had to keep fooling with the dummy account to keep the hacker engaged
until the agents found the street address and got necessary warrants.  He
would undue their saves, fowl up their uploads and slow down their
downloads, "I don't want to prevent, just make it more difficult and take a
long time."  Our hacker or hackers were located on the north side of
Chicago, near Evanston.  We sure cheered when Fred hit his return key
posting his message on their now black monitor.  Oh, the image of white
letters on a black background.  I helped a bit, but mostly taking pictures
and being the pizza delivery person.  We all wished we could have seen the
look on the hacker's face when he realized he had been hacked.  The field
agents told us on the phone that the hackers, two white males, in their mid
20's, surrendered without a fuss.  I won't go in to detail about how it was
done but the FBI techies found a back door in the hackers set up.

My old friends were now Brad's new friends.  Nothing like sharing an
adventure to bond the boys.  Almost as good as sex.  Okay, sex is better
then about anything else.  I mean adventure, especially successful ones,
bonds male participants almost as strongly and quickly as sex.  Now sex is
only good if you are into it.  Fred and Chuck are not into male sex.  Brad
and I, and Bob and I had already bonded but the sex the three of us shared
later that night sure bonded Brad and Bob.  Brad's highlight was getting
fucked twice in as the meat in our sandwich, once by me and once by Bob.
My highlight was 69ing with Bob for the first time in our 14 year history.
Bob would not identify a special highlight but I think it was when Brad
learned to sign his affection for Bob, and his appreciation of his sexual
prows.  I wondered what Plato would say about the three of us, if he ever
found out that is?

At the bed, we undressed Bob and then ourselves, cast aside his cloths and
ours.  When he started to sign I gently put my finger to his perfectly
shaped lips.  Brad started at Bob's feet and I started at his face, both of
us slowly sucking and licking our way toward his middle.  It took twenty
minutes but I guarantee we left no crevice un-licked, no crack un-sucked.
Bob had plenty of hot spots and we found them all.  Center found us at the
boy's groin, his manhood pounding from the blood roaring through it.  I
swear the head was almost purple he was so hot.  We moved him onto his side
and got into a position where his upper leg was draped over Brad, opening
his firm cheeks for Brad's probing tongue, while I focused on his cock.
About once every twenty seconds or so Brad's tongue would take a swipe or
two and the underside of Bob's heavy ball sac as lay across his inner
thigh.  Bob had begun with sounds related to moaning and oh god-ing but was
pretty much reduced to heavy panting and almost whimpering.  He was as
tight as a bowstring, he needed a release, to come, but we weren't ready to
set him free quite yet.

I nodded to Brad who reached behind him and got the lube, got his finger
slathered then gently slipped it into him.  I had turned sideways so that
Bob and I were in an effective sixty nine, giving him something to do with
his mouth and hands while we worked him over, which is what he was doing
when the finger went up his tight little asshole.  He gasped, stopped
suckling me for a moment while he caught his breath then went back at me
with a fury, sucking ferociously on the head then moving to lick on my
balls, then lick my shaft, then back to the head where he bobbed a few
times then lick my balls again.

Bob mouth can't stay in one place for long.  It's like he wants to taste
and experience everything, can't get enough of it but can't wait either so
he moves on.  I was sucking on his cock holding his balls out of the way,
when I saw Brad insert a second finger in his ass.  Bob went wild from the
feelings and stopped all action on me while his body adjusted to the
invasion.  I saw Brad dump lube on the head of his penis.  He moved his
lower body into position on his side behind Bob, slipped his fingers out of
Bob and shoved his cock head back in there place.  It didn't go unnoticed.
Bob gasped as the head slid past his anal muscle causing Brad to stop all
movement, allowing Bob to re adjust to this newest interruption.

I knew some of what Bob might be feeling, having had Brad's tool inside of
me before.  We both knew that within a minute from that time, Bob would be
in heaven as pleasure surpassed pain.  I reached out traced a finger around
the edge of Bob's anus, where Brad's rampant cock had entered him, feeling
the tightness of the flesh there.  This elicited a slight moan from him,
who was just beginning to suck on the head of my cock once more.  I allowed
my fingers the squeeze on Brad's penis, all the way from Bob's hole down to
the testicles hanging off of Brad's thigh.  Brad began to move, slowly
disappearing inside of Bob's body almost like the asshole was gobbling it
up.  I continued to lick on Bob's testicles, watching mesmerized as Brad's
balls got closer and closer until the two sets of boy's balls lay next to
each other.  Brad was all the way inside of Bob now, and Bob knew it.

Brad placed an arm around Bob's waist, held him to him as he began to
slowly withdraw his cock from it's confinement, stopping about half way
there and returning the rigid tool to it's human sheath.  This was almost
to hot to watch, being so close and having bird's eye view of a fucking,
especially knowing the participants were two people who I dearly loved.  I
tried to fondle Brad's testiest as he fucked Bob, continued to suckle Bob's
cock and his balls as Brad drove his cock into Bob's tight ass.  The
thrusts became longer, more forceful on the down stroke so Bob's body moved
with the motion, making the sucking of his throbbing cock different like he
was fucking my mouth.

Bob had given up sucking on my cock, the motion and the emotion too much
for him.  His grip on my cock tightened as Brad fucked him, giving him
something to focus on as the pleasurable feelings mounted inside his body,
taking him closer and closer to release.  Brad picked his tempo up a little
more.  He was pulling out almost all the way now and pushing back in with
such a force that I could not longer pay homage to his delicious balls,
they were moving to fast.

I drew one of Bob's balls into my mouth and suckled it as I tightened my
grip on the head of his cock.  Bob's hot sperm was every where and since
our bodies were so close it squirted out on me as much as it did him.  I
felt his cock throb as each jet blasted up and out.  Brad drove on, rocking
both Bob and my bodies with each powerful thrust.

Brad groaned, I knew that he was coming as well, filling his condom.  I was
at the edge, and knowing that my teenage lover was ejaculating inside of
the older boy who I loved so much, the whole thing pushed me over and I
came right behind Brad, my sperm blasting out onto Bob, although from where
I was I couldn't exactly tell where it went.

Bob's breathing had finally slowed, Brad's pummeling of Bob's ass stopped,
and it was all over except for the breathing for me as well.  I watched as
Brad slowly pulled out of Bob, leaving his anus gaping wide, slowly closing
as I lay there.  Bob and I rolled away from each other and I sat up.  Brad
was snuggled along the far side of Bob, holding him, so I changed positions
and lay on his other side, draping an arm across his firm slender belly.  I
looked down onto his beautiful face then kissed him tenderly.  He responded
by kissing back and when I lay down I saw him smile. "That was awesome you
guys, oh man," he signed, "thank you so much."

"Well, I can't speak for Apollo," Brad said, "but it was my pleasure
believe me."  Brad attempted to sign.  He would need some additional
practice.

This time, after success and before our fuck section with Bob, we contacted
Milton, just in case we made the news, which we kind of did.  The FBI did
announce the shutting down of an internet hacking and virus ring based in
Chicago.  They also made sure no one would try and link it with any kind of
off shore terrorist activities.  These were home grown but just as twisted
and convoluted in their thinking.