Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2020 12:47:26 +0100 From: Rick Shaver Subject: The Photographer - part 5 A photographer, Rob, who does pictures of naked youth, his friendship with Keith and Keith's teenage son, Charlie. For this episode we continue the focus on Keith and his developing relationship with his boss, this time they get entertained by clients This is fantasy, the England depicted does not exist; the era is the recent past, pre-mobile phones. The story depicts sexual activity between men, and between men and boys. Rob - Me, photographer, 40 Keith -- red-head, 35 Charlie -- 15, Keith's son Mr Durrell (Jake) -- Keith's boss, 30 Linus -- German mechanic at the garage Nial -- art teacher Jacko -- one of the 'Commandos' Toby -- Nial's replacement Bryan Roper -- Charlie's head of year Jason -- football captain 5. Keith: bring on the dancing boys One other change at work was in the sort of places that Keith drove Jake, there were meetings in London for a start. That made Charlie envious, he was convinced that his Dad was getting to all sorts of exotic places. Well, they were exotic if you counted the garages and lobbies of plush hotels where Jake met all sort, Arabs mainly Keith thought. The Middle Eastern gentlemen, Jake wouldn't let him call them Arabs, all came with entourages; not just drivers, but minders, heavies the lot. This started to get Jake a bit exercised and he insisted that Keith come with him. This meant leaving the car, but as it was in the hotel car park Jake pointed out that it was secure. So instead of time to himself Keith had to stand around looking impressive trying not to stare at the big blokes who acted as the minders. After the first novelty wore off, it was boring; he passed the time noticing bits and pieces to tell Charlie, making it seem more exotic. When one of the men's wives turned up Keith didn't have to make anything up, she really was exotic and dressed to the nines. Jake started to worry about Keith's suit, saying that it wasn't good enough and they needed to get another one. This was particularly true when Jake was invited to some sort of entertainment to mark the end of the meetings; Jake was seemingly happy with the outcome and was delighted to go to the entertainment. The only drawback was Keith had to go with him, not just stand outside but stand behind Jake during the drinks and walk three paces behind. The Arabs had blokes like that, so Jake insisted Keith do it as well. Needless to say, Keith negotiated a hefty bonus. The reception was interesting enough, it took place in a ritzy hotel ballroom with enough gilding to blind you. He knew that Rob would have said it was tacky. The folk there weren't much better, and he knew that he didn't trust the look of half of them but then Jake knew that. The waiters were all kids, not much older than Charlie. All very personable, though not his type. Keith's mind began to wander, thinking of Charlie and suddenly the image of his son naked came into his mind. And then the sight of the three of them, wanking together in the studio that time. It wasn't something that Keith had intended to repeat, but he had allowed Rob to take pictures of him, and he had been naked and got hard. Charlie had crept in, and it was only when he was completely exposed that he realised; Keith was convinced that Rob had connived at it though he denied it. He and Rob had talked a lot about Charlie, about sex and such; Rob was a lot cooler, having no pre-conceived objections to incest and thinking that if Charlie was becoming sexually active (and they thought he was, though the boy kept quiet about it), then what better way to make sure he was OK than doing it with his father, the most intimate thing possible. And the trouble was, Keith kept imaging it, and the idea excited him. Aware that he was getting embarrassingly hard, Keith started to think of dead puppies, but then there was movement. The speeches and such finished, and the entertainment started. Seats and cushions were brought for the important guests, Jake chose a seat. Keith noticed that the numbers had thinned considerably, obviously only the select few got the entertainment, it must be good. Music started and a group of boys, well almost young men, appeared. Oiled bare torsos, loose silk pants on their legs, they started dancing. They were good, but there were no women; Keith had assumed that there would be belly dancing. After all their hosts were Arabs, Middle Eastern or whatever, so there was always belly dancing wouldn't there? The dancing boys were good, Keith had to admit that, and attractive too though not his type; in fact, they were the waiters from earlier. Then the music got slower and one of the boys 'lost' his pants leaving him wearing just a very small thong in silver fabric, which was extremely well filled. He stroked the outline of his cock suggestively. So that was the entertainment. Keith had never been one for going to strip shows, so he was both surprised and a little shocked when the thongs disappeared, and a series of very erect cocks were put on display. All the boys were shaved smooth, many had pierced nipples and two had rings through the end of their cocks in a manner which looked very suggestive. The guys in the audience were all now paying close attention to the dancers, many leaning forward and some openly stroking their cocks through their trousers. Keith noted that though Jake seemed transfixed, his hands were well away from his groin. As the action between the boys developed into more explicit sexual coupling, one or two of the men in the audience lost their inhibitions and unzipped so they could stroke their cocks openly, one guy went so far as to remove his trousers all together. Then the music changed. Two of the boys stayed on the dance floor, and their coupling progressed to its logical conclusion as one fucked the other. The others moved towards the audience members and engaged with them. The guy who had lost his trousers was soon persuaded to strip totally, others were equally adventurous, and a series of couplings developed. Jake had stayed out of it, remaining just an observer. Keith looked down at him and wondered how they could get out of this without embarrassment, Jake looked up at him and he clearly felt the same. There was a clapping of hands and movement. Their Arab hosts, who had remained observers, effortlessly led the party of non-participants about out of the room whilst those engaged in sexual congress were led in another direction by the young boys. Presumably to complete their orgy. They thanked their hosts as if the evening were the most natural thing in the world and it was a rather shell-shocked pair that drove away. It wasn't even that late. Keith spotted a cafe open, serving coffee to goodness knows whom. He parked and they went for a cup, surrounded by young people who seemed to be just starting their evening's entertainment. They sat there, nursing their coffees, just two blokes on their way home. Jake didn't speak so finally Keith asked him whether he'd expected 'all that'. Jake shook his head, saying that he'd been promised entertainment but had assumed it would be dancing girls, he never dreamed... Another pause, then Keith dared to ask how the Middle Eastern guys knew that Jake was gay. At first Keith thought that Jake was going to deny it, to say he didn't like blokes. But instead he tacitly admitted it, saying that he'd never discussed the matter with them, it wasn't the sort of thing to bring up in business negotiations was it? Keith commented, so they must have done research! Jake expostulated, saying that not all the guys there were necessarily into blokes, but Keith contradicted him saying that he'd been looking and all the blokes were into it, even the ones who kept their hands to themselves. Another pause. Then Jake looked at Keith and asked him if he'd found the boys attractive. Keith admitted that they were certainly handsome, but they weren't a turn on; they were far too young, he preferred older blokes. Keith's 'What about you?' was perfectly casual but very loaded. Jake went a bit red but then said that he too went for older blokes. Keith smiled to himself, he could have told Jake that himself. The drive home was quiet and gave Keith time to think. The boys had disturbed Keith for another reason, one he'd never let on to Jake. They'd reminded him of Charlie. They were a bit older, but not much, and all shaved and proud to show off. Charlie had even been approached by someone looking for 'exotic dancers' but Charlie had said no way. Certainly, he'd gladly take his clothes off and wank in front of a camera or an audience any day, but dance. No way. There were more meetings in town, more Middle Eastern gentlemen but no more entertainments. When he commented on this, Jake laughed and said just wait until the next big contract comes up. ---------------------------------------- Freedom is not free, please think about donating to Nifty.org http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Someone asked whether the characters in my stories are cut or not. Well they are mostly British, so the likelihood is they are uncut. I like my guys shaved, so usually my characters all end up shaved smooth at some point. I enjoy hearing from people, so feel free to contact me with thoughts and ideas, this story is largely written for quite a few episodes, but there is always room for tweaking. My other stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/a-natural-family/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/the-brothers/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/tom-sixteen/ Rick Shaver rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com