Disclaimer: You know the drill. If you are under age don't read this. If you're easily offended you shouldn't be here, you must be lost. If you hate boylove stories, then fine, I don't want you reading this anyway. This story involves man/boy and/or boy/boy sex, some may be true some may not. This story was not written by me. It was written by a friend who doesn't have access to a computer or the internet. He has glady agreed to let me post it for your enjoyment. -EnderWigg The Photographer How many people really look at boys? Do they know how beautiful they are? The Greeks and a few societies have somewhat brushed upon their beauty in sculpture and ceramics. But then how can you really capture a boy in any still form? Donatello's David? Blue Boy? The best way is photographs. But now in our brilliant society's wisdom, nude photos are illegal in most poses! So hundreds of the worlds most awesome beauties go unrecorded, unrecognized. Some would say that's good. Boy photos are porno, bad, whatever. Well, I sure don't agree and I can tell you about a man I knew who didn't agree either. In 1988 he was convicted of the photographic depiction of boys under the age of 14 -- nudes. A crime. 100+ counts. He was 58 and was given 75 years. I met him in prison. This, as near as I can recall, is his story. His name was Paul, he was 58. Sentenced to 75 years. I was aware of it because he and I were sentenced in the south Florida court room. But he was not unhappy. He said, "Brian, my heart is full and the state cannot take my memories." He was about 5'10" tall. Slim with white wavey hair and blue eyes. He was deeply tanned and his eyes were deeply etched on each side by crow's feet. "But Paul, 75 years?!" I said. He smiled and patted my shoulder gently. Puting his finger to his lips he said, "I have cancer -- wonderful, deadly, and final. They gave me 75 years, but I really have 10 or so months!" I spent some time saying sympathetic things. He said, "I have 2,000 photo negatives in New York, they are yours if you promise to print them and share them with those who would enjoy them. Now let me tell you how I got started..." It was 26 years ago. I was 32... a late bloomer to the world of photography and art. It was 1957 and I went to a museum and saw the Imogene Cunningham images of her boys in the mountains. I stared and thought, "look at him, he's about 70 now." But there he was forever: 5, 6, 7 and 8 -- an imp, an angel, a human boy. I had been married. I had two sweet daughters. I had taken all the 'proper' baby pictures, birthdays, Christmas's, etc. I went home. I had six nudes of Karen and Jenny. Jenny was the oldest, nude at 3. I knew I'd missed so much, but I was just Mr. Normal Guy. My wife ran off with a guy in 1955. She took the girls to Oklahoma. I was a hot-shot sales rep for Rockwell Systems. I sent child support, visited, etc. Jenny went to college in '58, Karen in '60. They are sweethearts... but being single in 1957, and 'falling in love' with that silver tone image of Imogene's boy Andrew, I began to watch boys and wonder how they would be nude in photos. Crazy? I couldn't stop seeing boys as I'd never seen them before. I saw faces, bodies, butts, bellies, legs, form, beauty -- boys everywhere! So how in hell, in 1957, do I get a chance to get photos of bared boys? I read a book on Wilhelm Van Gloden... he supported an entire Greek isle community of boys. His photos were big sellers too! I was crazy with the desire to have boys bared in my studio -- but how? Who? Then I saw an ad, wanting young girls for photo modelling. Did this guy get a response? I called the New York City number. He invited me to his studio. There in drawer after drawer were nudes of girls from 11 to 17. "They are all New York girls, white lower middle class. I have releases from their mom's too. Some are child starlets too." He helped me rent an upstairs studio... and I placed a small ad in the job opportunities section and modelling opportunities: "Boys wanted, 4 to 14, photographer's model, some nudes. Releases required." Paul smiled, he saw my eyes. "Yeah, I know in 1957 that ad drew no hassles." In 1982 a paper would take the ad, get billing info, and call the F.B.I. He went back to 1957... The first call came from Molly McHorton, "I have a boy, Billy, he's 6. I think he's beautiful, but I am no photographer, I am a painter. I paint in the village. Can I bring him by?" My heart was soaring! A boy, 6. A mom wanting him photographed. "Mrs. McHorton, do you know that I'm doing a series of nudes?" I asked. "Yes, don't worry. Billy prefers nudity to clothes any day of the week!" I waited. My 3 cameras, a Hasselblad, a Leica and a Brownie Box camera. I sprang up when the freight elevator stopped. Out came Molly and Billy. Billy was a blonde boy Shirley Temple! He was cute! His mom stayed as I took head and shoulder shots. Billy was a natural! "Well, I'm going to shop." Molly announced, and she left Billy with me. Can you imagine that in the 80's?! I laughed and said, "No way, well not in the U.S.!!"... Billy just slid his slacks down, socks and shoes off. He stood in his underwear. He smiled when I said, "Don't stop there." He shed his Fruit of the Looms. "I gotta pee." he announced. I pointed the way to the bathroom, and he dashed bare butt toward it. Solid boy, sturdy legs and an awesome butt! Cute chubby peter too! He came back and I did a series of him leaning on a bar stool, laying on a paint cloth, laying on his belly on a bearskin rug. Then I asked him to dance around, tumble, free-form stuff. I took 60 photos, all black and white. Molly came back and Billy was still bare. He ran up to her. "Mom, Paul is so fun! He says I'm a perfect boy!" I gave her 50 bucks. I had said $20 per hour, he had been nude for 1-1/2 hours, but I was so excited by my new 'hobby' coming true I didn't care. We made an appointment for her to see the proofs. When I said "goodbye" Billy hugged me and kissed me. "See you next week Paul!" I worked for 9 hours in the darkroom. Out of the 60 proofs of Billy bare, 20 or so were 'bad.' Some free-form ones, showing bummy hole. Not too cool. I didn't make any 5x7's out of them. But I did 15 5x7's. The bar stool poses, and several 'prop-poses' by some Greek column mock-ups, and some garden mock-ups. His body had sweet flawless design. His close ups revealed a perfect belly, torso and penis! Flawless. Billy's mom loved them. I gave her a dozen free if I could use Billy again soon. She agreed. 5:00pm tonight he had ballet lessons. Billy did some pool pictures. A shell shaped pool from my colleague. He lay on his belly, his back, climbed in, out, and then he got a boner! "Sorry" he said. "Oh well, the water is warm." I said. "Hey, you wanna blow me?" Billy asked. I was floored! He was 6. Blow him? How did he know such a thing?! I told him no, and to get dressed. When his mom came I was a bit gruff. She asked what was wrong. Suddenly, I really looked at the boy. He looked sad, rejected, dejected. I told her that he had done nothing wrong, only that I sometimes suffered from headaches. She accepted that and they left. The tub photos were beauties. I looked at his dick. I did want him! He had hit a nerve. I was making love to him with the camera, afraid... he saw my desires and my fears. He, sweet boy, offered what I could not ask for! I made him a nice album. His mom loved it. He did too. "Paul, you make me look like those cupid boys in the paintings!" I wanted to do an erotic session. "A what?" his mom asked. "He gets erections sometimes, I wondered if I could take some photos of that too." I dared. "Well, if Billy doesn't mind, same fee?" she tested. "Well, those are so intimate, how about 25 bucks for half an hour." I offered. I pre-paid her and she left. Billy stripped. He fumbled his penis, it got hard quickly! I took 7 close-ups. Then sucked him! Kissed him everywhere! I even licked his lips, neck, nipples, belly, balls and bummy! He had multiple boygasms. We dressed him 5 minutes before his mom arrived. Billy said, "He changed his mind. He only took two fanny pictures, no hard penis ones." Molly shrugged. The money was hers. I spent a guilt ridden month. No ad. I'd put Billy's nudes away. I had done a 'morals violation'... sucked a 6-year-old boy's penis, and Lord help me I loved it. I had cum in my cords as he gave me his spread bummy for kisses. One evening about 40+ days since Billy and his mom had left my studio, a woman showed up. "I'm Mary McGregor. I'm Molly's sister-in-law. She showed me those 5 lovely nudes you took of her darling Billy. I have two boys, Kevin and Christopher. Kevin is 5, Christopher is 8." She showed me a set of church photos. "My husband Jack wouldn't like this, but my boys are so precious, I can't believe I'll let them grow up with only the family snap shots. No, they are too pretty, they are perfect and I want them photographed as they are. As you do so wonderfully. Billy still talks about how nice you were." Kevin and Christopher arrived knowing they were "going to do bare naked pictures and it was gonna be a secret from daddy." Kevin had jet black hair, longish and curly. Christopher had dark brown hair that was in a dutch boy cut. Both were cute. Both had huge eyelashes. Kevin got naked before his mom had signed the 'permission' statements for each boy. He had a big penis! I mean he was 5 years old, and he had a true 3" penis -- dime thick too! His mom saw my expression. "He gets that from his grandpa (my dad), Chris too." Then, amazingly, she got up to leave. "I don't want you to pay me, just give me some sweet nudes of my boys." Kevin urged Christopher to undress. Christopher was a bit shy, so I gave him a wrap around teri-cloth robe. Kevin posed by the column stands -- climbed my new fake tree, fanny showing backside shots -- hanging upside down by his knees -- Christopher joined! 45 exposures later -- in water, on sand, on the bear, wrestling, then penis to penis eye to eye -- both boys grew hard. Both boys got sucked, Kevin liked it best. Christopher liked attention to his anus! I sent my finger up it! He smiled, his boner 4 inches and fatter than a nickle!! Mary collected her boys. They were saying "Mom, he was fun. Can we do more, another time?" Mary got 20 8x10's, she even chose a 5x7 of the p-to-p one!! "Oh, look at that! -Um... erotic really..." she mused. I had been a "pro-photographer" about 3 months and had taken about 120 shots, and sucked all 3 of my boys models. This was crazy! 1958 came and I had had 12 clients, sweet boys 4-10, I had kissed them all. I had pet them all. Then my friend got busted!! A huge scandal! I learned my place was a possible target. I had long since set up a legit cover inventory. When I was "raided," I was cleared. But my friend got 10 years at Riker's Island. I shut down in New York, when my company "expanded" to Europe. I moved to Nice, France. There I took hundreds of nude beach photos, boys galore!! I also met a boy the Summer of 1961. No joke, his name was Pierre! He was 9, brown hair, green eyes, slim but he had a nice bum, and a 3" uncut boytoy. He was being raised by a junkie-mom. Heroin had hit the French Coast heavily. Pierre saw me with a boy on a blanket -- the boy, 8 -- covered in tan oils -- a photo destined for 'Le June an Naturale' (Young and Natural.) A nudist publication that catered to the pedophiles of the world. Since my first boys, I now accepted that I was a pedo too. Pierre came up "dressed" in a t-shirt only. His body brown and his uncut penis raised up to the side. The boy, my model, knew him. In rapid French he told Pierre that I was his!! Not for Pierre! I finished with the boy and left the two boys. My beach work was tolerated by the French police, but I was careful. Pierre followed me. I mean, somehow 3 hours later, he was at my cottage door. He had on shorts and a French Chapeau, barefoot, t-shirted, and had a small bag. "Can I stay for a few nights?" he asked. Then he told me his mom's heroin perils as we sipped a sweet wine. I made him a bed in my "guest room," my room was up in the loft. My darkroom was the entire back of the cottage. I had a 3 sink counter and two Bell & Howell enlargers. Two matt presses, cutters and a printer's box with 12 38" drawers holding a growing collection of negatives! Pierre was quick to try to be a good assistant. He was very smart and was fun too. In the first 9 hours of knowing him, I know I would miss him if he left, as if I had loved him and known him for years. Did he know? I don't know for sure, but that night he climbed the ladder's 6 rungs to my loft. It was a cool night and I lay nude under a satin comforter. He was in one of my t-shirts. He crawled on top of me, his uncut penis was warm and hard pressing tiny presses on my stomach. I cupped his fanny and traced his soft crack. His sweet French accent whispered but urgently asking for my "cock" inside his "derierre." I told him in my broken French that I had never taken a boy that way. He set to teaching me. He lubed my swollen 5" cock (I've photographed many boys who had more there than me!!) He lay on his belly fanny up, cheeks spread. I aimed and to my surprise my swollen lubed cock eased in easily! He was so warm up there! Tight too. This was far, far nicer than pussy to me!! I fucked him for hours. I couldn't get enough. He and I finally gave in to exhaustion at about 2 a.m. We slept entangled till 10 a.m. We breakfasted on muffins and orange juice and black coffee. We both sat on the back porch, nude. "You were sweet to me last night!" Pierre said. I said he was better. He ate 3 huge muffins happily and announced that he could find me any type of boy I wanted. I had a project in mind. I told him I wanted a pretty black boy about 7 and a white 7 too. "Oh, yes! I know the perfect boys, they live on Rue di' 17, #24. We drove in my jeep. He told me to wait at a corner cafe, he would come back. But what would their pay be? I said "50 francs each." Pierre balked, "No way, 5 or 10! You must be crazy, 50 francs, to model?! No, no, no! If not for me you would become poor, I am sure!" A black boy, Nicky, and a darling gypsie boy, Poli -- we drove back to my studio. Nicky was naked as soon as he got upstairs. Nicky explored everything, his black african shape so fine! Poli undressed next and he had a flawless boy body. I put the boys in white sparkley angel's wings. Then in "clouds" of dry ice fog, I had them kiss. To my delight neither boy minded the request, even better my winged boys grew hard. I posed them nose to nose, penis to penis, laying side be side on their bellies, a color contrast in black and white. When I asked if they would fuck, Poli smiled, but Nicky didn't understand. Poli made forward thrusts with his hips, "Oh! Yes is fun!!" Nicky agreed. With wings still on, Nicky lay his darling black body over a pile of pillows, his bum raised. Poli's penis was so hard when I dabbed on the KY that I thought he could have fucked a baby rhino! He eased into Nicky and fucked... 36 action shots of my two 7 year old black and white cupids fucking, kissing, and sleeping. Nicky and Poli became a crossover hit. Non-pedo's, mainly the rich, were buying the cupids series. Pierre turned 11 one day, had he really lived with me for two years? He had, and now he could cum. We took some close-up celebration shots of his new cum. When he turned 12 he kissed me goodbye. He'd been hustling an Arab (prince) 17 years old on the side. The prince was taking him to Saudi Arabia. I wished him well. Then when the power boat took him out toward the yacht, I cried. France was over, Pierre was France. I packed up and headed to India. Yes, India. A guest of a plantation owner near Goa. It was 1964... Indian boys are stunning. Many have long skinny cocks and most are very very horny. By my 3rd night I had met two boys, Jari and Raj, 9 and 11. We made love for hours. The End