Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 20:24:53 PST
From: Zzathras Baggins <zzathras@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Son  (M/b)

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The Son


My airline tickets arrived by courier and I packed quickly. I was eager to
get to Canadian Rockies. The job would pay me well and I intended to do a
good job.

I was to get to a remote location deep in the mountains and locate a mated
pair of Bald Eagles. Not just any eagles. A pair of albino Bald Eagles. My
employer was some small, well financed avian club. I didn't know the
details, just that they wanted me to locate the nest, photograph it and get
them the proof. If the nest existed then they would try to capture the
birds to protect them.

I had done several jobs for a large zoo and the club had seen my works in
the Amazon rain forest recording numerous rare and endangered birds down
there. They wee particularly interested in the fact that I would stick to a
job until it was complete. One bird in the jungle was difficult to find and
I had to track it by myth and legend for six weeks before finding a small
flock of the birds at least ten days hard hike from the nearest friendly
village.

Ever hear roumers of cannibals living in the Amazon?

I can tell you from personal experience, they do exist. Let's leave that
story for another day.

I was packing like a mad man and arranging for a friend to feed my tropical
fish while I was gone, when the phone rang.

"Tony, this is Debby."

"No the check isn't late." She called every month a week before my child
support check was due to bitch it was late.

"I'm not calling about that. You need to take Gregory."

"Is the world coming to an end?" I could not believe my ears. She wouldn't
even let me see him one day a week. Her lawyers were just that much better
than mine.

"Just be in my office tomorrow at nine."

"No can do."

"Why not? It's not like you work." She hated me and I did her after the
raping she gave me in court.

"In fact love I have a very well paying job right now and am flying to
Canada tonight."

"it cant possibly be as important as your son."

"It isn't my fault that you told him I'm dead. I haven't had ten minutes
with him since he was three. Now you want me to act as baby sitter?"

"You fucking bastard."

"You fucking whore."

"How can you be so cold hearted?"

"I learned from the mistress of pain and suffering dear." I wanted to hold
my boy so bad I couldn't stand it.

"When can we meet?" Her tone became a bit better.er lawyers were just that
much better than mine.


"My plane leaves at ten tonight and I'm busting my ass to pack."

"Can we come by this afternoon?"

I smiled inwardly. I loved to have her on the end of a stick. "Fine."  Hung
up in her ear.


I opened my door to the ringing bell. "Debby, I...." The most beautiful boy
in the world stood up to my rib cage and looked at me with unsure eyes.

"Gregory, this is your father, Tony this is your son." My ex-wife
introduced me to the young man that was my son.


An hour later the boy was in my library and we stood in my kitchen fighting
as usual.

"God damn you!" She opened with her usual logic.

"What is your problem? You told me on the courthouse steps that I would
never see my boy again and you come here telling me that it's time for him
to learn to be a man?"

"He has to learn from someone."

"You bitch! First you tell him I'm dead then you want to dump him on me?
You are going to fuck him up for life, or is that what you want to do just
to hurt me?"

"This isn't about any of that!"

"Then what is it about?"

"He needs a man to teach him what he needs to grow up to be a man."

"Don't lie to me you slut!" My cork blew. "You called me a dickless unich
and a faggot in denial. You only wanted to fuck me so you could have pretty
little girls. I read your diary remember? You hated me for giving you a boy
and every fucking thing you have done since Gregory's birth was directed at
hurting me. You knew I loved you, you knew I loved him since before he was
born, you knew I would have cut out my own fucking heart for either of you
at your slightest whim. Then you castrated me. You took the only thing I
wanted in the divorce just to hurt me. You took my son away from me you
heartless fucking bitch."

"Eat me." She spun away from me.

"I did remember? You told me I was quite skillful whore of mine."

"You cant make anything easy, can you?"

"For you? Never. For Gregory? Anything." I Stood tall and watched her
wiggle.

She tore open her brief case and yanked out a folder. "Here you mean
spirited queer."

I opened the folder and stared, unable to comprehend what I was reading.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing. Those are custody papers. You can have Gregory. Total custody. I
wont even have visitation. I had him all to myself for six years. Now you
can have him until he's eighteen."

"Why?"

"What? You don't want him?"

"Of course I do! I have wanted that boy in my arms since the day you walked
out on me. I have wanted to teach him baseball, go fishing, take him to the
movies, all the things a dad and son should. But no. You took all that away
from me and him. Yes I want him. No I wont be fucked by you again if it
means hurting him in the least."

"It is all legit. Take it to your lawyer."

"Believe me, I will. And if this is another one of your cruel games, she
will eat you alive in court."

"She?"

"You know her. Julia McQueen."

"You asshole!" It was her lawyer. Or I should say her former lawyer.

"She is my attorney now Debby. She got sick of your games and quit on you
remember? Well she has been on retainer for me for five years and has
documented every fucking game you ever played on me. If this is another
little masterpiece of yours, I will sue you, and take you for everything,
including Gregory."

"It isn't a trick. Just sign the papers and he's all yours."

"Why don't I believe you?" I stared her down.

"Please?" The foreign word slipped out of her mouth.

"I will have her look them over and get them back to you as soon as I can."

"Good." She stalked to the door. "I will have Gregory's belongings
delivered.

"Debby," She stopped in her tracks and looked at me. "Hurt my son again," I
turned cold, "and they will never find your body."

She turned three shades of white and slammed the door behind her.

"Tony?" Gregory's little voice peeped from behind me.

"Yes son?" I could not believe he was mine. She had me second guessing
myself again.

"Are you going to kill my mother?"

"If she ever hurts you son, I might just do that. But I wasn't serious. I
just want her to think I will so she wont hurt you."

"Are you really my father?" He looked so small and frail.

"Come look in the mirror lad. I think we look a lot alike." I led him to my
big bathroom.

"Wow. We do look a lot alike father."

He had a conservative haircut that made his black hair look so sleek I
loved it immediately. His face was gentle and classically sculpted. His
shoulders were held square and he stood ramrod straight.

"Son, I have to make some phone calls. I think I will have to put off my
trip."

"You were going on vacation again?"

"Again?"

"Mother said you take a lot of vacations."

"No. I have a job that will take me away for a few weeks. I was supposed to
fly to Canada tonight."

"What work do you do?"

"I am a wildlife photographer. I specialize in finding and photographing
rare and endangered species of animals."

"What sort of animals?"

"All sorts. This trip was to find a rumored bird up in the rockies."

"Rumored? As in your not sure if it even exists?"

"Yes. I get paid either way, but I get a bonus if I can record it if it
does."

"That's good." He looked up at me with his deep blue eyes. The only good
thing his mother gave him.


"Hello Gregory." Julia greeted my son.

"Hello Mrs. McQueen."

"Tony, I really hope this isn't another of her games."

"What Games?" Gregory asked.

"Gregory, I wont lie to you. Your mother has not liked me for a very long
time. She has done things in the past just to hurt me. Including taking you
away from me and keeping you away."

"I know she has done that sort of thing before." He just said it as a
matter of fact.

"Well Tony let's look at those papers while my assistant takes Gregory tot
he Dairy Queen for a cone." The young lady behind us took my boy's hand and
they wandered off.


"Tony, this is no trick. She wants you to take the boy permanently."

"Yea right."

"That's what I say too. We both don't trust her. That's a good sign."

"What does it say about child support?"

"Nothing."

"I paid her half my pay every month for the last six years and she isn't
going to pay a dime? I don't think so!"

"Me neither."

"I want half of her monthly pay until Gregory is eighteen."

"Are you greedy or just plain mean?" She smiled at me.

"Not for me. Every penny goes to Gregory. I make enough to pay his
expenses."

"Good. If I remember right she makes a tidy sum of over three hundred a
year."

"Yup. Then there is the trust fund from her parents."

"Oh yes!" My attorney went all rabid on my ex-wife just as she did me six
years back. "Tony, I want you to know I didn't want to push so hard when
she hired me. But the firm I worked for made it clear I would never work as
a lawyer again if I didn't."

"That's fine. Just screw the bitch the same way she did me."


We met the darling couple as they walked in the front door of the office
with melting cones in hand. "Father, did mother tell you she was getting
married?"

Julia and I looked at each other and smiled. "No son, she didn't, why don't
you come into the office and tell us all about it." We led my son in to the
office and sat down again.


"Tony you fucking asshole!" She began to repeat her insults. I knew I had
her flustered.

"Those are the terms. One hundred and fifty thousand in cash up front in
Gregory's trust, the same amount every year until the he reaches
eighteen. One half of your parents trust goes into his trust."

"You greedy bastard."

"Greed does not enter into it. He needs to be taken care of and this is the
same deal you forced on me. One half of my pay and half of everything I
owned. At least in this deal we are sure it goes where it is supposed to."
I had to twist the knife some.

"What if I get married and decide to quit the trading the market?"

"The amount stays the same. I would suggest you stay working or Gregory's
support will eat up that nest egg mummy and daddy left you."

"Your enjoying this aren't you?"

"FUCK yea!" I cheered.


Gregory was nestled snugly in my guest room, the living room, asleep,
wrapped in my mother's quilt. I sat before the small fireplace and sipped a
glass of brandy, enjoying my victory. We would be moving out of the small
apartment soon. Not having to pay most of my money in child support meant I
would be able to get a decent place for us. Along with the sizable check I
was expecting, we would be comfortable. Not well off, but comfortable.

Gregory rolled over and moaned quietly then began to whimper and cry.

I knelt by his side and cradled his face in my hands. "Son what's wrong?"

"It hurts." He mumbled.

"What hurts?" I grew concerned.

He turned red and buried his face in the warm quilt. "Nothing."

"Bull, you just said it hurts, now tell me what hurts so I can help."

"Mommy said it's nasty to talk about."

"What is?" I was all confused.

"My penis. It hurts." He looked down.

"What do you mean? How does it hurt?"

"It just hurts."

"OK. Show me." I pulled the quilt back to expose him clad only in his form
fitting white Hanes briefs. I could see he had a little stiffie happening.

"I don't wanna!" He whined.

"Son, if there is a problem I need to know now so we can correct it. Show
me where it hurts. NOW."

HE blushed seven shades of red and stood up. He grasped the front of his
briefs and pulled them down slightly. His throbbing, erect penis popped out
to greet me. I could see the problem immediately.

The fore skin around the head of his little dick was pulled tight over the
tip and squeezing him painfully as the glans tried to make an appearance to
the world.

"Gregory, does it hurt only when it is stiff like this?"

He nodded shamed.

"And is it hard to pee? Does it come out in a thin stream?"

"Yea and it is getting worse. I told mother about it last year and she told
me it was nasty to talk about. She also said that if I didn't stop talking
about it she would have the doctor cut off the tip of my peepee."

"She is mean sometimes. First of all, it is not nasty. It is a problem that
needs to be corrected. It is a medical problem. The foreskin, that part at
the tip is growing closed. Either that or your growing faster than it
is. Either way it is causing you pain when you get an erection like you
have now, also it is closing off your urethra, the part you pee through."

"How do you know?" He looked at me quizzically.

"Same thing happened to me when I was little. We went to the doctor and got
it taken care of."

"Did they cut your thing off?" He covered up and sat down again.

"No son." I laughed. "That would only be a last resort and then all they
would do is cut off the foreskin and nothing else. The doctors had me
stretch it and rub some lotion into it and it got better. By the time I was
in high school it was all better and they never had to cut anything."

"I don't want to have a doctor look at my private place."

"It is either that or we wait until they have to cut off the skin. Then you
would hurt a LOT."

"Cant we just try the stretching thing?"

"I want a doctor to look at it. If it is too late than we might have to
have you circumcised anyway."

"All right."

"Good boy. I will call the doctor in the morning and we will see what we
can do."

"Weren't you supposed to fly somewhere today?" He wrapped up in the quilt
as I tucked him in and kissed him on the head.

"Yes, but I changed the plans. Your more important than some silly job."

He reached up and hugged me tight "I love you father!"

"I love you to Gregory. More than life it's self." I started to cry and
went to bed before he could see my tears.


"Well Gregory, your father was right. It seems like you take after him that
way too." The old man smiled as he drew the gown down over my boys
privates. "You have the same problem he did at your age."

"The very same one?"

"The very same one lad! I treated him and now I get to treat you. Sit up
and I will explain it to you. First of all I want to try every thing we can
before we even consider taking a knife to that fine example of boyhood down
there. Your father remembers the procedure well I'm sure, considering he
had to follow it for several years. What I will do is give you a
prescription for a cream that you will apply to your penis every
night. Also you will stretch the foreskin a little each night to loosen it
and allow it to move as it should when you get an erection. Now the first
thing is I want you to take a small dab on your fingers and rub it into the
tip as good as you can. You might get an erection doing this so don't
become alarmed. Then take the foreskin and stretch it out so the hole
enlarges. Stretch it until it becomes uncomfortable but not so far as it
hurts you."

"Like stretching out before a workout?"

"Exactly. Now as you do this, eventually in a few weeks or possibly even
months, the hole will become big enough that it wont cause any more
troubles. However, you need to keep doing these exercises until you are
fully grown so this does not return as a problem. Should you run out of the
cream, baby oil will suffice."

"What if it does not work doctor?" He asked his question formally.

"Then I will have to circumcise you. Take the skin off so it no longer
causes a problem."

"You wont snip off part of my penis will you?"

The doctor lifted the gown up and took his small penis in hand. "No son,
just this skin here and nothing else." He took the offending skin in
between his thumb and index finger and squeezed gently. "If that happens
you will be sore for a long time, sensitive down here for longer and have
to run around the house naked for a few weeks."

"Naked?!"

"Yes. Haven't you ever done that?" The doctor was surprised.

"No! Mother would never allow that!"

"Well Gregory, if you want to run around naked in the apartment before bed
time, you can." I soothed him.

"I don't know." He looked torn between desire to try it and ingrained fear.

"Lad, it perfectly normal for little boys to do such things." The doctor
reassured my boy. "I know for a fact that when Tony had sleep overs with my
boys, they liked to go skinny dipping in my pool."

"Really?" He smiled at me.

"Yes we did!" I grinned at him.

"I don't know." He looked down.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with Gregory." I sat next to him.

"Exactly. It isn't everyone's cup of tea. Now get dressed lad. I will get
that prescription and get you home."


"Father, I can't keep wearing the same clothes all the time." Gregory was
upset that his belongings had not arrived yet.

"Don't worry. We can wash those and your stuff should be here tomorrow at
the latest. Now go hop in the bath. I will collect your clothes and put
them in the wash."

"What am I going to wear then?"

"Do you want to wear anything? It is late and if you want to go naked I
wont mind."

"Even sleep naked?" HE looked at em still torn.

"Certainly. So what will it be?"

"I don't know."

"You can have one of my shirts. If you want to you can take it off."

"OK." He slipped into the bathroom and undressed quickly. I had an idea.

"Gregory, do me a favor?"

"What is it father?"

"I have to call my employer. Can you put your clothes in front of the
washer?" The machine was completely through the apartment in the kitchen.

"Now?"

"Yes please."

"But I'm naked!"

"So? It is just me and you. I have already seen it so there is in worry on
that count."

"If you insist father." He came out with his clothes bunched up in front of
himself to cover his modesty. As he passed me I looked at him from behind
and gaped. His backside was a perfect bubble butt. Muscular like a gymnast,
and tight with good curves that led down into his perfectly tanned
legs. Well outside the white area that indicated his swim trunks. They must
have covered him to his knees.

He disappeared around the corner and quickly came back with his hands in
front of him. "Gregory, come here." I knelt down. "Never let anyone make
you feel ashamed of your body. It is beautiful and I want you to be
comfortable in it."

"I'm not beautiful father."

"Yes you are. Now give me a hug and go take your bath."

The boy gave a nervous hg to his father then ran to the bathroom.

"WOW." Was all I could say.

That evening Gregory watched my TV while sitting on the floor in a silk
shirt of mine. I could see his pale pink skin though the material where it
rested on his skin in places an I reveled in is beauty as the evening wore
on. Soon he yawned a bit and I told him it was bed time. He stood up and I
could see the silk brush against his penis.

"Greggy, it is time for your medicine lad."

"Do we have to?"

"I know your embarrassed about it. But without it you will have to have the
surgery."

"All right then."

He lifted the shirt as I opened the tube of medicinal gel.

"Gregory, you might as well take that all the way off. This is going to
take a while."

He reluctantly took the shirt off and placed it on the couch.

"Climb up in my lap and I will show you how to do this kiddo." I patted my
lap and he climbed up. "You remember the doctor said I should do this for
you a few times to show you how?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any problems with me touching you there?"

"No. this is something different than that naughty stuff."

"OK." I gently took his flaccid member in my hand and pointed the tip
upward at us so we could easily see it.

Squeezing a tiny dollop onto the boy's penis I rubbed gently with one
finger around the outside edged making sure it was coated fully. He tensed
up as this happened and I slowed down.

"Just relax. I know it feels good and it is confusing. Just relax and let
it happen." I rubbed him gently as the gel was absorbed into his tender
skin and I could feel his tool inflating slowly. I quickly took the skin in
between my fingers and began to gently stretch it out

"How is that?" I asked. He instructed me as to when I was pulling to hard
and when it was just right. I squeezed more onto his pole as it reached
full extension and worked it under his foreskin to allow the head some
lubrication.

"It's starting to hurt Father." He moaned.

"I'm going to try to get the head out. Maybe that will help some."

As his penis throbbed in my trembling hands I rubbed his penis up and down
trying to work the head loose. He moaned half in pleasure half in pain as I
did it. Soon it was obvious that his foreskin was simply too tight yet to
allow passage of the cherry red head of his boy stick.

"It isn't going to happen this time Greggy. I'm sorry."

"It don't hurt so bad this time. Is that because of the medicine?"

"I think so. It still hurts?"

"Yes."

"Want me to kiss iut and make it better?" I teased.

"No!" he giggled. I put up the medicine and we cuddled for a good half an
hour there in my living room.

His throbbing erection finally subsided and he dozed slightly in my arms as
I pondered taking him on the trip with me.

I picked him up and layed him gently on the couch, covering him with my
favorite quilt again. I picked up the shirt and took it with me as I placed
his clothes in the wash. I would go to bed and he would have at least an
hour of naked time first thing in the morning as his clothes dried.

I hammered my own aching rod to release in my bed before slipping to sleep.


"Father?" Gregory asked from his breakfast.

"Yes son?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Did you like putting the medicine on my penis last night?"

"What makes you ask?"

"You had an erection the entire time. I could feel it while I sat on your
lap."

"Yes I did have one. And I don't know if I liked it or not. I liked having
you in my lap. I loved doing that for you because it made you feel a little
better. But the actual holding of your penis? I don't know."

"OH." HE looked back into his cereal.

"Why?" I questioned in return.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"I answered your question. You have to answer mine now."

"I felt so weird. It was like the bad touch they told us about in school,
but it wasn't cause it was a medical thing. I shouldn't have liked it." He
blushed deep red.

"You liked it?" I asked him nonjudgmentally.

He nodded in shame.

"Gregory, having your penis rubbed feels good physically. That is just the
way it is. The rest of it is the fact that you have been told by people
that having it touched is bad. So if you felt pleasure then you feel bad
for feeling good."

"That's it exactly!"

"OK. Now I am going to tell you something that goes against all that."

"What?"

"Your body is yours. Do whatever makes you feel good." I looked him deep in
his eyes. "To a certain extent. I will set limits. I don't want you doing
stupid and dangerous stuff now. But if rubbing your wee wee feels good, or
if running around naked feels good, then I wont stop you."

"You mean like I am now?" He had not bothered putting on his clothes even
after the buzzer indicated the dryer had finished before I served
breakfast.

"Yup. Now I will tell you that I felt good last night holding you and doing
that for you. I also felt mixed up and confused."

"Why?" He looked so innocently angelic.

"Because I enjoyed it. I have been told that if I touch a child like that
then I would be a monster and go to jail. But I also know that you needed
me to and it was to help you."

"But it wasn't bad touch!"

"It was like it but not for the same reason. Can you see the reason why I'm
mixed up about it?"

"Yes, I think so father. I wont tell anyone. But I liked it when you put
the lotion on my penis. It felt good and didn't hurt as much."

"That lotion will make your skin more stretchy and slippery. It will help
as we continue the stretching so it does not hurt any more."

"Good, I want you to do it every time. I liked it."

"Good. It will make it easier than having to sit on you every night." I
tousled his hair and we finished breakfast. Me in my sweats and him as boys
should be, naked.

I called his school and found out that they were in the last couple days of
the year so it was no problem to take the child with me to the mountains. I
wasn't sure if he could handle it but I wasn't going to sacrifice a single
moment with him if I could avoid it.


"Tony, this is a job, not a scout trip." Mr. Hawkins informed me.

"I understand sir. If you have a problem with me taking my son with me on
this job, then I will have to decline your generous offer."

"You wouldn't. You couldn't. You want this job so bad you can taste it. To
photograph and help save this sort of creature? You wont do such a thing."
He was confident in my desire to be the man to find the nesting spot of
these two mythical birds.

He was right. To a point.

"I have just been granted the greatest gift I could ever hope for
Mr. Hawkins. My son has been returned to me after six years. I wont give up
a single day with him for all the money in the world, nor for some silly
parrots that are simply put, mutants."

"Your really that serious?"

"Absolutely."

He was silent on the other end for what seemed an eternity.

"Tony, I don't care what it takes, just don't fail us in this one. If it
will give you peace of mind to take your son along, then by all means do
so. Just don't let him interfere with the objective of this expedition."

"Thank you sir!" I realized I had been holding my breath.

"And another thing young man!"

"Yes sir?"

"I must applaud your commitment to your boy. Not many people would risk
this kind of money for their child. Many of my counterparts think having
children means sending them off to boarding school as soon as they stop
drooling on themselves. Good show Tony, I am proud you stood your ground
with me."

"Thank you sir. I wont let you down. In fact we can be in the air day after
tomorrow and it wont put us but a few days behind. We will still have the
entire summer to locate the nest before first snow."

"Be sure you don't dawdle lad. Up there the summers are short and winter
hits with the swing of an old lady with a frying pan."

"Understood sir. I will call you in the morning."


  Gregory's clothes and belongings arrived late in the afternoon. I was
surprised by the lack of volume. No toys to speak of. No play clothes, no
real personal items. Just a bunch of formal clothes, one swim suit/long
shorts, a short set that looked like a school gym uniform. Some books, a
few magazines and the pillow my mother made him when he was born.

"Don't you have anything other than this?" I was amazed.

"I spend most of the year at the boarding school. They have very strict
regulations concerning personal property and clothing. Only light blue
shirts, a tie, a blazer, three pair of trousers, three pair of short pants,
one gymnastics uniform, and seven pair of socks and seven pair of plain
white briefs for undergarments."

"We gotta buy you some real clothes boy. Not much considering the place we
are going but we must. You cant explore the unexplored in those clothes."

"You mean shopping?" he looked excited.

"No. unfortunately not. He lifted the shirt to expose his parts to me and I
prepared the medicinal gell.


I will make a specific list and we will buy what is needed and no more."

"What sort of things will I need?"

"One pair of blue jeans, one pair of denim shorts, one long sleeve shirt,
one T-shirt, one sweat shirt, a light jacket, one set of long underwear,
boots, five pair of socks, three pair of briefs, a hat, sunglasses, tooth
brush, a back pack. Also a few other items. But those are it for clothes."

"A swimsuit?" he asked me as if I had forgotten.

"No need for one. It will be just you and i. No one else will be there for
the entire time we are there."

"No one? Not a single person?"

"For the most of our trip it will be just us."

"WOW. You mean I will swim with my trousers on?"

"No I mean you will swim nude."

"Naked?!"

"Yes. We have very little space to spare. Besides, I thought you liked
being naked."

He blushed deep red.


Tomorrow was the day. I had us packed and Gregory was eager to be off. He
never got to travel except to and from school. Our gear was stacked by the
door and I sat in the living room with my camera gear spread out while I
lovingly cleaned each and every piece. Gregory came trotting out of his
bath totally naked and smiling from ear to ear as he sat in front of the
fireplace to dry off.

"What are you doing father?"

"Cleaning my cameras. They must be in perfect working order before we
leave."

"Oh." He watched politely asking a question here and there without
interrupting me much. I occasionally pointed a freshly cleaned lens and
body at him to watch him blush and scramble to cover up. He eventually
caught on that I had not loaded any film into the cameras and played along
with me.

I saved my most expensive camera for last. The Minolta RD-175. Not he top
of the line model in digital cameras, but a good quality that I liked
because it used almost every one of my Minolta accessories. I had a half a
dozen large PCMCIA memory cards for it and a laptop that I used for
location shoots.

I pointed the cleaned camera at my boy who was laying on his side watching
me. He smiled innocently and I pressed the button. He giggled and I said
"Want to see the picture?"

"You didn't take my picture!"

"Yes I did." I grinned like a school boy.

"You don't have any film in it!"

"This one is digital son. It don't use film. Come over here and see!" I led
him to my PC and put the card into the reader.

"You did!" He covered his mouth as his naked form popped onto the screen in
front of us. He was on his right side looking at the camera with a
wonderful smile and exposing himself without the slightest hint of shame.

"Yes I did. You were so beautiful I could not help it. Are you mad?" I was
concerned he might be.

He stared at the image for a long time and I watched as he seemed to be
critiquing himself. "I'm all white on my bottom."

"You will get plenty of sun this summer son."

"Will I look as good as the boys in those books?" He looked deep into my
eyes.

"What books?"

"The ones in your library. The ones with the naked people."

"Oh those books!" I knew which ones he was talking about. My collection of
Mann, Sturges, McBride and others.

"Yea. Will I if I swim naked?"

"Son, by the end of the summer you will look so good, that god himself will
be impressed.

"Good."

"Are you mad I took this one? If you are I can delete it."

"NO! don't do that!" He stooped me from pressing the button. "I like it and
want you to keep it." He climbed into my lap and we looked at his beautiful
form.

"Time for your medicine Gregory." I scooped him up and sat in my recliner
for his treatment.

As the night before Gregory and I cuddled in my lap for an hour before he
went to bed. I felt whole once again. He was so warm and soft, the size I
remembered my favorite teddy bear to be when I was little. Of course he was
so much larger than the stuffed critter, but he still fit right into my
arms the same way that bear did when I was seven.

The soft glow of the gas fireplace warmed the angelic face of my long lost,
recently found boy. Nothing could make me feel more alive or complete than
that moment.

My mind, suspicious and fearful, realized this might all be some horrible
trick Debby was playing on me. Get me all in love with my boy and thinking
we had a life together just to swoop in and tear him away from me again.

She hated me. I hated her. It was the way of things.

I loved her once and thought she loved me.

I had found her diary sitting opened shortly before Gregory's second
birthday. In it she bragged how she was going to have beautiful little
girls by me, and how they would be the little models and actresses she
never could be.

She bragged how she seduced me and made me fall in love with her so she
could have her little money makers and then she would divorce me, taking me
for everything my father left me in his will.

She is certainly one greedy bitch.

Then when Gregory was born she began to hate us both. Her plans twisted to
causing me hurt through Gregory. She never wanted a boy, and she made her
feelings quite clear on that matter. She spelled out how she would divorce
me, take everything including my beloved son, and then torment me for
ruining her life. She wrote how she would send the little boy off to
boarding school as soon as they would take him so she could get on with her
life.

I never got the chance to present the diary to the court. She made it
vanish. With it I could have come out of it with Gregory and my soul
intact. Without it I sounded like a raving father desperate to keep his boy
and hating his wife. She made me look like a useless vagabond.

She knew my work when we married. Then she ragged on me to turn to the
fashions industry. She wanted connections so she could see to it that her
little girls had all the breaks to become successful. I never wanted to
deal with stuck up models and all that went with it. I wanted to photograph
nature. She saw it as a waste of my talent and pushed me hard to give up my
life's work.

She never minded the few weeks a year I would be gone working then the
couple months home all the time with her. I would come home horny and
loving. Doting on her every whim.

I found out she was boinking some director of a modeling agency. She hoped
to have an edge when her little princesses were born.

Needless to say I was wary of the slut.


Gregory yawned and stretched in my arms.

"Ready for bed little man?" I asked him hugging him close.

"Do I have to father? I like this."

"No son, we can cuddle a while longer."

"Thank you." He snuggled in close again.

"Gregory, do you always speak so formally?"

"Of course. The headmaster and mother both get angry when I don't."

"That's silly. You sound like some English barrister."

He giggled like bells. And turned around to hug me close again.

"Boys should not sound so uptight Gregory. You sound more like a grown up
than a boy."

"I will try father."

"Don't try to hard lad. Just let yourself relax. You can start by calling
me something other that 'father' all the time. Try dad, or pop, or daddy."

"I will." He mumbled into my flannel covered chest. "Do you want to take
some more pictures of me tonight?" He was gazing over my shoulder. I
figured he was looking at the picture still on the monitor.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Yes. A little. However I want to. I might not want to tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" I looked him straight in his blue eyes.

"Yes!" He jumped up and sat on the lamb skin rug before the fire place.

I dug out my digital camera and some lights. He watched as I set up and
contemplated his poses. He was so beautiful. The fire added an orange glow
to his skin and he seemed so at peace. He was obviously sleepy but also
eager to do this.

I tried to keep his privates out of the images but in several it seemed so
natural and right I could not help but record him with his boyhood
exposed. He curled into a ball, stretched like a cat, laid back, crawled
forward, knelt, crouched, stood. I could not help but love him.

Soon he was yawning and having a hard time keeping his balance. I laid him
gently to the rug and covered him with he quilt. After packing my gear once
again I loaded the images into my PC and viewed the three dozen images. I
deleted about ten I wasn't happy with, and archived the rest.

I myself was tired as well and laid back on the soft couch. The day coming
would be long and hard. Our plane left the airport shortly after noon.


"DAD!" Gregory shook me hard.

"What?!" I woke up grumpy.

"It's eleven! We gotta get going!" He pulled on me and urged me up. He was
still nude and I could see he just woke up himself.

"Shit!" I sprang into action and we straightened the apartment as fast as
we could. Our traveling clothes were set out and ready.

"Into the shower boy." I commanded.

He jumped in the shower and turned on the water as I stripped off my
clothes. He didn't even notice me until I stepped in with him.

"Dad!" He moaned.

"Never you mind boy. We have to hurry and we can shower together to save
time kiddo." I didn't even take into account the fact that he probably
never saw a man nude before.

I noticed he kept staring as we soaped ourselves up quickly and rinsed. I
let him look all he wanted and soon we were clean and racing to the cab to
try desperately make our flight.


The two of us ran through the airport like mad men as the crowds stared at
us with annoyance. We didn't care.

"Hold that door!" I yelled as the lady at the gate started to close the
door. She looked up and smiled as we handed her our tickets gasping for
breath.

"You barely made it sir."

"We over slept ma'am." Gregory explained for me, as I gasped and coughed. I
was in good shape but hated running.

"Hurry now, the pilot wants to get flying now." She smiled at us and I
grinned like a silly ape at the cute lady.

Once in the air Gregory and I giggled like monkeys at each other while our
fellow passengers stared at us. The flight would take us about four hours
to Vancouver. From there we would meet the man who hired me and get the
rest of our information. He had a charter water plane that would take us to
a lake a few days horseback from the general location. Once we hooked up
with the Indian man that had the horses he would leave us and return at a
predetermined date to recover the horses as we left the mountains.

"I like riding horses dad." Gregory listened intently to my itinerary.

"Good, cause we will be riding them for most of the summer."

"Will we have a cabin?" He told me he always wanted to live in a log cabin.

"No, son, we will have to live in a tent."

"Oh." He looked a little dejected at the thought.

"We will most likely be on the move too much to worry about a cabin
Gregory. This is my work and it isn't easy."

"Oh." He seemed at a loss for words.

We both yawned long and hard as we relaxed into the flight.


As we stretched in the cool afternoon sun at the Vancouver airport,
Mr. Hawkins came up and introduced himself.

"Tony! It is good to see you, this must be your boy Gregory?" He was a
stiff, over dressed older man.

"Hello Mr. Hawkins." Gregory shook the old man's hand.

"Tony, the plane is ready to go. You must hurry, another organization has
hired Malcomb to locate the birds as well."

"Malcomb? That shit head couldn't find his ass with a map and both hands."
I disliked Malcomb almost as much as I did my ex-wife.

"Still he is competition. And quite vicious competition. I hear he is not
above hurting his opposition."

"Hurting my ass. He's the one that sent those cannibals after me in the
Amazon. Just make sure I have a handgun and good rifle in that plane. IF he
tries anything I won't hesitate blowing his ass away."

"Tony! I never heard you talk this way." The old man stared wide eyed at
me.

"If he endangers me that's one thing. If he endangers my son, he's dead
meat."

"Ummmmm. Well, just be certain that you find that nest as soon as
possible. Once you do, use the laptop and up-link to contact us and we
shall mount an expedition immediately."

"Let's get this show on the road Gregory." We loaded our personal gear into
the plane and took a package from Mr. Hawkins as the pilot warmed up the
bird. "You'll hear from us the moment I find them Mr. Hawkins."

"Report in every three days boy. If you fail to make two contacts in a row
we will send in a rescue party to your last location. In the gear is a ELT
device should you need it. We have updated maps in the computer and a
digital satellite link. Just get there fast and find those birds!" He
yelled as we started moving away from him.

It didn't take long for the urban sprawl to be replaced by a carpet of
green and a sky of crystal clear blue. It would take another three hours in
the air before we got to our location. The nearest human would be at least
three weeks by horse back away. That is if you didn't include the local
Indians that, as far as I could tell, were not near the area we were going
to.

It almost reminded me of the Amazon. Hundreds of miles of green canopy and
the occasional mountain poking up. Soon the mountains grew tall and
majestic. Their numbers multiplied and we were surrounded by spires of rock
and snow.

"Father, this is so beautiful!" My equally beautiful boy gaped in
wonderment at God's creation.

"Yes it is. Untouched by man or machine. Outside the natives, no one has
ever seen much of this land except from an airplane."

"WOW." His eyes were wide with wonder and excitement.

I dug out my small 35 mm camera and snapped a couple quick quite images of
my boy in absolute wonderment. The reality and innocence on his face was
just screaming to be recorded and I refused to let this moment pass by.

All too soon, the pilot looked at me and Gregory and said "Just over that
mountain boys!"

"Will we see Indians dad?" Gregory asked his millionth question.

"Only a couple. The ones that are providing our horses. We wont spend much
time getting to know them, they should have a camp made already and we can
ride at first light."

The pilot competently landed the plane on the placid waters of the glacier
fed lake. We taxied to the bank and I could see a small camp already made
with a small campfire smoking in the gentle breeze.

We unloaded the plane alone and wondering where the people that made the
camp were. Gregory felt uneasy as did i.

"Where the hell is that damned Indian?" The pilot griped as we unloaded the
last bundle.

"Watching us."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"They are watching us. They don't want anything to do with us." I
explained.

"How the hell do you know that?"

"I know natives. I deal with them for a living. It isn't like they never
saw a white man, but they just don't want anything to do with us."

"Screw them! The least they could do is help us unload."

"It didn't take us long." Gregory pointed out. "We're all done now. So why
complain?"

"Because I like to damnit!" The grumpy pilot complained.


All too soon the plane took off, leaving us alone in the middle of
nowhere. Gregory seemed nervous and I was dead tired. The evening was
coming fast and the air turned chilly in the spring time night.

There small pup tent seemed crowded as we entered, but we became accustomed
to it quickly after we crawled into one sleeping bag and I applied his
medicine. It was interesting doing it in such a cramped area, but not
impossible.

Shortly after we passed out and the day ended.


My watch invaded my restful slumber and woke me to a wonderfully warm
little boy in long johns nestled in my arms. "Wake up baby!" I cheerfully
crowed in his ear as he struggled to wake up.

We ate cold C-Rations from an army-navy surplus store and cleaned up the
camp before leaving for the location on the map. Two horses and three mules
carried us and all our gear up into the mountains we were destined to
search.

"Dad?"

"Yes son?" I was happy. A horse under me and no intrusions. Just me and my
boy. No phones, no Debby, no worries.

"Are the Indians still watching us?"

"No son. They are probably back at their homes with their families by now."

"Good. I don't like people watching me without me knowing it."

"This is their land. They have the right to watch us."

"How do you know they were watching us?"

"I learned to know when I was in the Amazon. The Indians there are even
more paranoid than the ones here. I spent months with them and even
befriended a local Shaman. We taught each other a lot."

"Like what?"

"He taught me his healing, I taught him English, or some, and I also taught
him some card games. He liked poker a lot."

"Poker? You taught him to gamble?"

"No! They have gambling down to an art form. They will gamble on anything
under the sun. Everything from which way a bird will fly off a tree to how
large a boys penis will be when he is born. Nothing is beyond a bet to
them."

"Your kidding!"

"Nope. They have been gambling for centuries. Long before any European
fools stumbled on them, they had the art perfected."

"Cool!"

We talked about everything we could think of in the time we rode. I
insisted we eat on horseback to make up as much time as possible. We
stopped only a few times to stretch and pee.

Our first day was long and hard, but uneventful. We made camp close to a
steam and rested our sore butts and aching feet in it's cold waters.

"Dad, this water is COLD!" he shivered in the coming gloom.

My naked ass was goose bumpy as I sat close to him and relaxed. "Yes it
is. These streams ands rivers are fed by glaciers. The water is literally
ice cold. We cant stay in the water too long."

"Cause we would get hypothermia?"

"Shit boy! Most people cant pronounce that much less know what It means."

"The school is good. We go all year round except a couple weeks between
every semester."

"That's going to change. I want you to have time to be a boy and not some
damned bookworm. School learning is all good and nice, but there are some
things you can't lean from a book."

"Like what?"

"Tying a knot, fishing, climbing a mountain, riding a horse, shooting a
rifle, skinning a rabbit, starting a camp fire...."

"Ok!Ok! I get the idea!" He giggled as we stood up and grabbed our
clothes. We walked back to the tent and crawled in nude and loving
it. Gregory was still a bit nervous and curious but he covered his feelings
well.

I carefully zipped our bags together and we crawled in and he opened his
legs up wide for me to get to. I carefully applied his medicine and we
grinned at each other like school kids.

"I like this dad. It feels good and your making me better."

"You could do the same thing lad."

"It never felt like that when I touched myself."

"Well, it does feel different when someone touches you there. I just want
you to know I love you. I don't want you to think this is what normal
people do. Adults should not do this unless there is a good reason."

"Like my medical one?"

"Yes. If another person did this then it would be bad."

"What if I liked them and wanted them to?"

"It would depend. At your age it would be difficult to say. Kids should not
do these sorts of things. But then it is your body."

"Yes. I like it. It feels so good."

"I cant say what you should or should not do Gregory. Just remember that if
you don't want it then it is a bad thing. If someone forces you then they
should be punished."

"Like child molesters?"

"Yes."

"But, technically, what your doing is the same. So what if someone found
out, would you go to jail?"

"Possibly. But you have medical need and I'm not doing this for pleasure."

"But your enjoying it!" HE looked straight at my throbbing erection.

"Well, yes I am!" I said proudly. "I cant control mine any more than you
can yours."

"Can I touch yours?" He blurted out the question.

"Gregory I don't know."

"I should not have asked!" He rolled over and blushed deep red in fear and
embarrassment.

"Gregory, I'm not mad. Your just being curious. All boys are."

"It means I'm gay don't it?" He buried his head into his small pillow.

"No. All boys are curious about all sorts of things. You have seen how it
feels to have me touch you. Now you want to touch mine. It feels good to
you, so it must feel good to me right?"

"Yea." He rolled over again and looked at me with red watery eyes.

"I don't mind. I'm nervous as you. I haven't ever had a boy touch me
there."

"I never had anyone touch me there either."

"Son, if I let you touch me then I will be going over the line. My touching
you is for a medical reason, if I let you touch me I could get into
trouble."

"Even if I want to?"

"Yes."

"Then I wont tell anyone. I just want to. I don't know why. I never saw a
man's penis before except the ones in the museum. Yours is so big and
hairy. I have so many questions to ask I don't know where to start."

I rolled over and spread my legs open for my boy to explore me in the dim
light of the falling sun.

His first tentative touch came as a poke to my nuts with his index
finger. "Yours are so much larger than mine."

"Because, when you hit puberty, your privates will start growing. When you
start producing semen your testicles will get larger."

"Oh. Sperm?"

"Yes." I almost shot my load as his palm slid up my engorged rod.

"It is so hot dad. I can feel it."

"OHH YEA." I moaned.

"It feels good?" He grinned at me as I smiled in bliss.

"YEA."

He rubbed my tool like I did his and watched me as I shivered and
moaned. He then took the tip in his hands and looked at my glans closely as
it pulsed and bobbed in his hot little hand.

"Yours isn't hurting?"

"No honey. The stretching I did when I was growing up made the skin loose
enough so it would slip over the tip."

He rubbed my aching erection several times making the skin slide over the
tip and he giggled as I groaned and moaned. "You like this a lot don't you
dad?"

"More than I thought it would! Please don't stop!" He took me in both hands
and rubbed with a gentle intensity I could not have believed possible.

"I like making you feel good dad." He smiled at me as I tensed my whole
body up in expectation of the orgasm that was rushing up on me.

"Baby, something is going to happen, stuff will come out of it, don't be
scared!" I gasped at him as the moment came.

Streams of pent up semen shot from my pulsing cock in a fountain of sperm
that squirted and oozed over my boy's stroking hands. I grunted and groaned
in ecstasy and lust as he giggled and laughed in nervous discovery.

I gasped for breath as my climax subsided and I floated back to
earth. "Good God son, that was so good." I smiled at him with love and
newfound feelings for my boy.

"Was it really good?"

"In ways I cant explain."

"Like mine?"

"More so. I haven't done yours that much because it hurts yours. When it is
easier and less painful maybe we can explore that together."

"Cool!" He grinned at me. "Want me to get a towel to clean it up?"

That night we cuddled together naked and loving. We slept in each other's
arms throughout the night.


We rode for days that slid into weeks. The work was repetitive and slow. I
had to search entire mountains and basically go on stake out waiting for
the mythic beasts to grace us with their presence. Gregory never grew
bored. He was almost as patient as I was and learned everything I taught
him as fast as I could present it to him.

We hunted wild game to supplement the rations we brought with us and
foraged for fruits and vegetables. He loved every minute of it. Except the
cleaning of the animals. And the taking of their lives. I was grateful that
he didn't relish in the killing of another creature.

In early July while the sun was hot and the breeze cool, we stumbled upon a
surprise.

"What is it dad?" He asked in wonderment.

"That my boy is the first hot bath either of us has had in a great many
weeks." We stood staring at a natural hot spring nestled deep in the
forest, surrounded by idyllic green trees and moss covered rocks that made
an inviting bed. I decided on a few days of rest. "We can make camp right
here at the edge and rest here for a couple days. I think we earned it." My
boy agreed whole heartedly.

 In less than an hour we had our camp made and were drooling over the
thought of a hot bath. Gregory wanted to run right into the water.

"No lad, first things first. We have to test the water and make sure it
wont burn us." I began to strip. Gregory followed suit and grinned wide as
he did every time I got naked with him. "No, none of that boy. We both need
to wash. There will be plenty of time for that later."

We carried a towel and wash cloth with a pitifully small bar of soap tot he
edge of the steaming hot spring. I dipped a toe carefully in the swirling
water. "OOOOOOHHHHHH this is gonna feel so good!" I moaned.

"So we can get in?" Gregory asked in his ever hopeful voice.

"Slowly boy. It is very hot but not too hot." I slowly slipped into the hot
water and melted as my tense and rock hard muscles quivered in pleasure.

Soon we both simply floated in the embrace of the hot spring and let our
cares and worries dissolve in the water. The sky was speckled with clouds
and they seemed to echo our total contentment at just floating there.

"Dad?"

"Yes son?" I never tired of his sing song voice.

"What if we don't find the eagles?"

"Then we don't. But I will still think back on this summer and remember
you." I had taken nearly forty rolls of film of my boy on this trip and
intended to take at least as many more. This near elven landscape inspired
me to new creative endeavors. I would shoot a dozen or more rolls of him
here in the next couple days.

"Wont you feel bad cause you didn't find them?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Cause it isn't my job to feel that way. I do this work not just to find
the critters I photograph. But also for the hunt it's self. If I find them
I will feel a lot better but I wont feel bad."

"Oh."

We washed slowly and tenderly, every millimeter of each other's bodies and
dried ourselves on the cool moss covered rocks. The tall trees and hills
that surrounded us protected this spot from the cool breezes and we just
snoozed a whole afternoon away as the birds and deer observed the strange
creatures that visited this hallowed place.

"Dad!" Gregory whispered as the sun dipped low.

I glanced in the direction he was staring ad saw the largest bull elk I had
ever imagined not ten feet from my son just inspecting his nude form.

Gregory slowly sat up and pulled a small tuft of grass from a rock
crevasse. Holding it out as a sort of peace offering, Gregory let the
immense animal eat the tender blades from his hand and I gaped in awe at
the raw power and confidence in the beast that stood before the first
humans it had ever seen. Never learning the true bestial nature of us he
had never learned fear. I was glad for this as my son softly touched the
animals nose and let the elk walk off having decided we were not a danger.

"Dad, did you see that?!" He whispered in total excitement.

"My god that was so cool Gregory." I whispered back.

We made our way back to the camp and I made Gregory slip on his jeans, well
worn and perfectly snug on his slim frame and ungodly beautiful when he
neglected his undies. I put on my jeans as well and a T-shirt as well while
I hooked up the satellite link to my employer and turned on the computer.

Soon Mr. Hawkins was on the laptop screen eager for an update as he was
every three days.

"So Tony, any luck?"

"No sir. I'm sorry to report we haven't found them yet."

"Unfortunate, at least there is still several weeks left in the summer."

"True sir. I think I have it narrowed down tho. There simply aren't that
many places left in this area for them to be, and I'm positive this is the
area the man said they would be."

"Satellite tracking says it is my boy. So how is young Gregory holding up?"

"I'm fine Mr. Hawkins." Gregory appeared at my shoulder when he heard his
name.

"Indeed you look it lad. Fit and fine to run. I must say this work
certainly makes you look good."

"Thank you sir. Thank you for allowing me to come."

"Think nothing of it my boy. So Tony, how are your supplies holding out?"

"We will need more of all the consumables. Please, whatever you do don't
send any more c-rations.  They are miserably bad and not exactly an eco
sensitive item to try to dispose of."

"I can arrange something different. How about the animals?"

"We lost one mule to a lion. I have it's hide to take home now. We also
lost one horse to a broken leg. It also nearly killed me in the process."

"Unfortunate lad. But I can see by your reports you have been sending my
secretary that you haven't let that slow you down."

"Can't let the little things get in the way. Has there been any word on
Malcomb?"

"He's on the other side of the range from you as far as I can see. He is
being financed by some rather eager and wealthy people. He is only one man
in a set of teams. They are scouring half of the Rocky Mountains and none
of them are within three hundred miles of you."

"Good. I would hate to have to pay him back for that Amazon incident."

"We can air drop you some supplies. Is there somewhere you would suggest?"

We worked out the logistics of the drop and he assured me a night drop
would be acceptable. I didn't want any others coming into the area, guided
by the plane. Three days from now I would have a load of fresh supplies and
we could restart our adventure.

The minute the link was terminated, Gregory slipped out of his pants and
went about his daily dinner making duties. I was amazed.

"Gregory, I thought you would keep your pants on."

"Why? I like being nude. It's just you and me. Besides, those pants are a
bit tight and the zipper scratches my weenie."

I smiled at him and we prepared our meal.


The next morning we both left our clothes in the tent and just lazed
around. I cleaned some of my equipment and took a lot of nice scenic
pictures as Gregory explored the forest around us. I trusted him to stay
close and call out if he needed help.

Soon he came back and noticed I had my camera out. "Want to take some of me
nude? You haven't since the night before we left."

"Son I would love to. I think this place is perfect for this sort of
thing." So we set out to record every tree, rock, puddle, and bush with my
naked and beautiful boy.

I draped him over a boulder and let him relax while I circled him snapping
picture after picture, then climbing a moss covered tree and doing little
boy things. Then he swam in the hot spring and played carefree there for a
while. I was in heaven. He looked so at home and so peaceful I could not
help it.

Soon a guest returned. "Gregory, look." I spoke quietly and he turned his
head to see the elk come up to the water to stand proud and tall over my
son.

The feeding of the elk was repeated today and I recorded every move
made. Gregory slowly stood in the water and I snapped shots as the water
dripped off the boy. Then he walked slowly toward the magnificent animal
and offered a handful of sweet grass to him. I slowly moved around them
taking quiet pictures, not wanting to disturb the tranquil moment.

Gregory's small, naked, white form was so frail and elegant next to the
massive elk that stood next to him as if watching over the child. He looked
at me as if in judgment and as if to warn me to protect the gift god gave
me.

Then with a gentle stride and leap the great animal was gone.

"Wow!" Gregory smiled all the world as if he had just won the lottery.

"You can say that again Gregory. And this time I got it all on film!"

"You did?" He cheered. "That's so cool!"

We celebrated with some chocolate. The whole day was spent lazily, we
deserved it.

Without a doubt, this was the best time of my life. My son was happy and I
was whole again. I had no worries and I was comfortable that for the moment
my boy was mine. Debby could not touch us here and that was fine by me. If
I had to I could keep us working jobs like this for twelve months a
year. She would never have a chance to find us.

We rode the horse to the clearing and awaited the sound of the airplane, it
would carry over the sounds of the forest like fingernails on a chalk
board. Dusk came and was replaced by a deep night with a bright full
moon. The mules grazed closely and waited patiently.

Soon the droning of the twin engine plane came to our ears and I activated
the locator device. I lit a ground flare and held it high. I wouldn't
consider launching an aerial flare. It could attract unwanted attention and
possibly set the woods around us ablaze if it didn't burn out completely
before it hit the ground. It wasn't that the forest was dry. It had rained
earlier in the week, but rather it wasn't as wet as it should. The rainfall
had not been as significant as it should have been.

Soon the plane roared over our heads as the bush pilot skimmed the tree
tops with the skill of one that could only be honed of years behind the
stick. He passed over and banked hard right, turning around and climbing a
couple hundred feet so the parachute would open for us. It wouldn't do to
have our gear splattered all over the forest.

As he came over for the second and last time, a package was dropped out the
open cargo door. It's parachute blossomed open as the pure air caught it's
silk. It drifted toward us and landed practically in front of us.

"Think they coulda gotten any closer dad?"

"Hope not. If they did we would be squished flat." I switched off the
locator and we went to work packing the mules who seemed a bit put out that
they had to work after hours.

Mr. Hawkins had indeed kept his word. We had fresh fruit, canned meats and
vegetables, fresh clothing, a new first aid kit, tent, boots, more
ammunition, even batteries for the equipment. I chaffed at his assumption
on some of the gear. I would have told him if the batteries needed
replacements, which they did not, and having extras meant we would have to
haul them out with us. I refused to bury something like that out here. Tin
cans would decompose in the time it took one tree to mature. But the
chemicals in the batteries would poison the land, even if it was just a
small amount.

We hauled it all back to the camp site and crashed for the night. Tomorrow
would be soon enough to sort and pack it.


We returned to our routine and I scouted the mountain and surrounding area
as best I could. Gregory hardly even considered wearing clothes any
more. HE donned his pants only long enough for me to make my reports and
then he shucked them the moment I shut down the up-link

Gregory's daily treatments went well and we both enjoyed our time
together. He never achieved orgasm because it grew painful for him as he
approached the primal peak of pleasure. We both wanted him to feel the
ultimate pleasures. Patience was a virtue that god granted us both in
enormous amounts apparently.

One day Gregory took a stick and line to go fishing in a creek nearby. I
warned him I would be on the up-link so he would not expose himself to my
employer and I set to reporting to Mr., Hawthorne.

"Tony, please tell me you have good news this time."

"Nothing yet sir. I have eagle sign, some droppings and a couple abandoned
nests, but nothing more." I sighed, I actually was growing frustrated.

"I have news of Malcomb."

"Please say a bear ate him." I grinned evilly at the thought.

"No. He knows your location. Someone here is feeding him your reports."

"FUCK!" I stood up and stalked about the camp for a full minute. "What is
he doing?"

"We think he's still on the other side of the mountains from you."

"Think?" I asked.

"We haven't gotten any data on him in a week now. There is no reason to
think he is anywhere but where we think he is. You haven't gotten any
further than he has, so I would imagine he is confident that you are not
going to be successful."

"Fuck that. I still have a few weeks before first frost. I WILL find those
god damned birds."

"DAD!" Gregory came pounding back into camp as naked as the day he was
born. "DAD! LOOK!"

My head snapped upward. Sailing overhead were a pair of birds high up in
the sky. White against a pure blue sky.

"My fucking god." I whispered.

"Tony! What is it?" I heard Hawthorne on the link.

I ignored him as I snatched my camera bag up and shot off in chase of the
no longer mythical birds. Gregory was in hot pursuit of me as we raced in
the direction of the creatures.

We chased through the forest trying to catch a dream on the wings of a
bird. We ran until we were covered by sweat and our feet hurt. Gregory did
good keeping up and I nearly killed myself several times by watching the
birds rather than the ground at my feet.

After an eternity of running and climbing, the birds came to rest on a tall
tree top, almost as if they were playing tag with us, or perhaps to grant
us a breather.

"Dad, I cant run any more." Gregory gasped next to me as I heaved and
coughed.

"Neither can i."  I yanked out my camera and a long lens. I had to get hard
proof immediately. "Stay right there kids. Just for a moment." I mumbled as
I focused on the pair. They seemed to be watching the strange man and his
naked boy. I clicked off several frames into my digital camera before they
leapt off their perches and sailed north again.

"Dad, I cant..."

"No need boy. We know this is their hunting range. I think within the week
or maybe the next we will know where their nest is."

"So we can stop running?" HE asked in his hopeful manner.

"Yes." We both collapsed on our asses and grinned widely at each other.


"Tony, come in man!" Mr. Hawthorne was white with worry on the computer
screen.

"I'm back sir. I want you to see something." I snapped the memory card into
the laptop and began to send him the pictures. Gregory sidled up to me and
sat in my lap without a care in the world.

"Tony, Why is your boy naked?" Hawthorne asked non-chalantly.

"EEEK!" Gregory screamed as he bolted out of view.

"Well, he was taking a bath when he spotted these. We had to chase them
quite a distance to get these shots."

"Oh my god, they do exist." The man declared in a whisper.

"Yes sir. I can say with confidence that we will have the nest located
within the fortnight."

"Sweet mother of god, I had given up. Tony do you know what this means?"

"Not a clue sir. Just get that team going. I expect them to be on site
within six hours of us locating the nest. We will be on the move at first
light sir."

"I want daily reports boy. The team will be at your drop off point at the
lake by sunrise."

"Daily reports." I confirmed. "Hawthorne?"

"Yes Tony?"

"Find Malcomb. I don't care who you have to buy or how many kneecaps you
have to bust. FIND him. I wont be responsible if I see him. He would
willingly feed me to cannibals. If he even shows his head I will assume he
is going to put my son at risk and I wont have that."

"I understand." He sat back and smiled widely. "Good show Tony. Good show."
He sat forward a little. "Gregory?"

"Um yes Mr. Hawthorne?" He cam back to my shoulder in pants and shirt.

"Good show to you as well lad, you have quite a fine body boy."

Gregory groaned in humiliation and hid behind me.


We sat before a roasting rabbit and a small bottle of wine we found in the
supplies. I intended to let Gregory have as much as he wanted. We cuddled
and snuggled in the moist heat of the hot spring.

Dinner was wonderful and I was comfortably buzzed by the wine as we slipped
into the tent.

Gregory spread his legs and I massaged his little pole with his
medicine. We both were enjoying ourselves as I ministered his medical
requirement. I hoped that this summer his foreskin would loosen up enough
to let him have his natural erections without pain. He still felt
discomfort as his pole inflated, however the discomfort had been reduced to
a minor annoyance. He was frustrated that his head would not pop out, but
he was resigned to letting it happen at it's own pace.

Without warning, as I stroked him gently with the cream, his foreskin gave
way and his glans popped out. "OWWWWWW!" He yipped. "That hurt!"

"I'm sorry Gregory!" I apologized as his hands grabbed his little tool.

"What happened?" He looked down and saw his cherry red head peeking at
him. "It came out!"

"Cool lad! It hurt?"

"Yea. It stings! Why did you do it so hard?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt you." I kissed his cheek and cuddled him. "It
finally happened."

"It hurt a lot."

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" I knew he wouldn't accept my
offer.

"Yea!" He opened his legs and thrust his hips at me defiantly.

I grinned at him. Heady with wine I knew his inhibitions had slipped in the
last few weeks. It could not be the wine, he didn't like it and only sipped
a little from my glass. I slipped down to position and looked up at him. He
grinned in hysteria, thinking I wouldn't do such a thing.

I puckered my lips and wet them with my tongue. I gently placed my lips on
his newly exposed head and kissed it softly. He giggled hysterically and
giggled with spasms of newfound pleasures. I kissed it again and opened my
lips a bit before wrapping my lips around his glans and love kissed it with
my tongue tickling the little hole of his.

"WOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" he moaned.

"Like it?" I asked.

"God that feels so great."

"Want me to continue?" I asked knowing he would not refuse.

"Please dad!"

I went back to kissing his head and licking his pole like an ice cream
cone. He moaned loudly and grabbed my head as I suckled his rod with love
and tenderness. He began to thrust his hips into my face as his first
orgasm creeped up on him like a lover in the night.

"Dad! Something is happening!"

"Let it son. You wont regret it."

We coupled gently and lovingly. He grunted and groaned as I pushed him
toward orgasm.

He curled up around my head as I bobbed my head on his crotch as I let his
glans stimulate it's self against my tongue. He whined as he slammed into
my mouth and then he suddenly went rigid and huffed loudly.

"Oh god, oh god! I cant believe it!" He blacked out as his body convulsed
against my face and I licked his privates as they slowly deflated inside my
mouth.

I cradled him lovingly until his eyes fluttered and opened. "My god dad, I
cant believe how good that felt!"

"So you liked it?" I smiled at him.

"Damned straight." He hugged me tight and rubbed his small frame against my
body.

"I love you Gregory." I kissed his head gently and stroked his tight bumm.

"I love you too dad. I hate mom for keeping us apart."

"I don't know any more if I hate her or what she did. All I know at this
moment is I love you and will fight to keep you."

"Me too dad."

"Gregory?"

"Yea dad?"

"I think Mr. Hawthorne was impressed with your body today." I giggled.

"DAD!" he punched me in the chest a few times.

"It's true. I know he likes the human figure as art. HE has an extensive
collection of artistic nudes in his collection."

"I forgot I was naked." He mumbled in embarrassment.

"So? I'm proud of you. I don't care if the whole world sees you naked."

"I DO!" he screamed.

"Well, we can discuss that later. I'm pooped right now. We have a long day
ahead of us tomorrow." I hugged him close and we settled in to sleep. My
tool throbbed against his rock hard backside as I slipped into a drunken
sleep of contentment.


I felt a warm pressure on my legs as I drifted back to consciousness the
next morning. It was fifteen minutes before my alarm went off, as I always
woke up. My cock was pounding hard and hurting with desire as I recalled
what transpired the night before.

I looked down and found Gregory laying half on my legs licking the head of
my engorged penis like it was a lollipop. I moaned uncontrollably and he
turned to grin at me like the Cheshire cat.

"You finally awake dad?"

"If I'm not I don't want to wake up. That feels so good! Don't stop!"

HE went back to licking my pole as I relaxed in bliss. He was clumsy and
uncoordinated, but he tried hard and had a tongue that would make the pope
quit his job. His hands played with my nuts as his mouth teased my head.

"It's so big dad. I don't think I can take it all in my mouth."

"Just do what you want lad. That feels just fine."

"I want to do what you did."

"Just try, be careful of your teeth, their sharp."

He playfully turned his head and bit my shaft on the side gently.

"OH wow. Such wonderful torture!" I moaned. HE didn't get it.

He continued to lick my head for a while before bravely opening his mouth
wide and sucking my glans into his hot little mouth. He sucked and kissed
my manhood as I did his the night before, with care and love. It wasn't
long before his bobbing head pushed me toward orgasm and he knew it. I
clutched the sleeping bags and fought the urge to fuck his little face.

"I'm going to shoot baby!" I groaned as his mouth pleasured my cock in ways
I never imagined.

HE didn't say a word. He just sucked and bobbed harder, sliding his tender
tongue over my tingling tool with eager desire and abandon.

The first spurt caught him while he had my penis buried deep in the back of
his throat. He mumbled in surprise and refused to take his head off as I
filled his mouth to capacity with man cream. HE tried to hold it all and I
knew from previous experience he didn't want to make a mess, so he tried to
take my entire load without swallowing or spitting.

Soon the capacity in his small mouth had been reached and he had no choice
but to swallow or spit. He gulped loudly and downed all my semen in one gut
wrenching load. With his mouth cleared he continued to milk my tender meat
for every drop he could as I floated back to earth. When I softened again
he crawled back up to my arms and we cuddled in the glowing morning.

"How was that dad?" he smiled in bliss at me.

"Fantastic." I breathed.

"Really?"

"Really boy. WOW."

"BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!" he cut loose with a very
respectable belch that smelled like my sperm. "Excuse me!" He looked
embarrassed.

"With the breakfast you just swallowed I'm not surprised!" I laughed
loudly.

"Dad, will it hurt me?"

"What?" I turned over and began to stroke his hip.

"Your sperm, can it hurt me? Will I get pregnant?"

"No son. It is almost totally protein and wont hurt you in the least. You
wont get pregnant because your not a girl. Thank god!" I smiled at him.

"Good." He laid on his belly and let me pet his back and rump to my hearts
content as we slowly let ourselves wake up.

We quickly packed our gear and set out on the hunt again. Gregory stayed
nude and rode in front of me on the horse as we tracked the Eagles north. I
sketched out a circle that denoted their most likely hunting radius and we
discussed a simple plan to search for them quickly.

We rode most of the day, both of us peering through binoculars most of the
time hoping to spot the nest. We had no luck that day and grew exhausted in
the late afternoon.

The next day we continued the search, neither of us having energy enough to
play the night before, with things other than pleasures newly discovered,
clouding our minds.

I made my daily reports and Gregory stayed nude. He even gave up dressing
after he walked in on another reporting session without his pants on. After
that he logiced that Mr. Hawthorne had seen him naked already so why not?

He sat in my lap the day he decided that, and talked with the powerful man.

"I figured you already saw me so why not?"

"Interesting logic lad. I must say, not many lads would have the gumption
to go native the way you have."

"Thanks sir. I think."

"Don't worry child. I have seen many naked boys in my time. I musty also
say you have a classically sculpted body. It would be a shame if your
father let you grow up without recording that beauty."

"I have a few of Gregory with a bull elk that wandered in on him during his
bath. I think you will be impressed sir." I explained.

"Good. Don't you worry about those bible thumping hypocrites. That boy is
beautiful. If anyone were to say his body is obscene, then they need to get
their heads out of their asses."


Our days bled together and we exhausted ourselves searching the range for
the birds. We almost began to think we had imagined them. We took to daily
reviews of the pictures to keep ourselves motivated.

Gregory took to applying his medicine on horseback as we found ourselves
passing out the moment we hit the sleeping bags at night. He asked me to do
it and I instructed him to as I didn't want to become distracted and fall
off the horse. It was enjoyable watching him stroke himself for hours on
end. He never brought himself off. He would tug and play with his little
toy whenever he felt like it and I let him do whatever his little heart
wanted.

The fifth day I noticed bear sign. First it was a bear turd. Then
tracks. None too fresh. But large enough to alarm me. I didn't tell
Gregory, I just told him I wanted him to stay within eye shot. HE didn't
question it and complied willingly.

That night we made camp and I sat at the fire as my boy splashed in the
stream before me. He hadn't had a stitch of clothing on in over a week and
didn't seem to want to ever get dressed again. I sharpened my bowie knife
to pass the time as the canned, or bagged rather, stew warmed up. I kept
the .45 long colt Winchester rifle handy and my equally large six shooter
at my side.

Gregory was playing frog catch with the local amphibians and I tried to
relax. I could not shake the feeling something was watching us and I knew
the animals were less than comfortable. I toyed with the idea of calling
for pickup. The helicopter could be to us by sunrise.

I dismissed the idea. We were too close to our goal and Gregory would never
forgive me for quitting at this point.

"DAD!" I heard my boy whisper in terror.

I looked up to see the largest bear in the universe standing on it's hind
feet, towering over Gregory's tiny frame. The beast stood at least ten feet
tall and it growled at my boy. Gregory would have messed his pants had he
been wearing any. I prayed he remembered the lessons I told him about bears
and hoped he would stand stock still.

My right hand reached the rifle as my left slipped the knife in my boot
sheath. "Just stay still boy." I instructed. "Don't make any sudden moves."

"I cant move!" He whispered. "Help me dad!" HE was in absolute terror.

"I'm coming. Just don't panic."

"Too late." He fell over as he passed out.

His small frame splashed in the little stream as the bear came down on it's
front paws. It held it's left leg up and limped a step closer to the
boy. It obviously was hurt. Bad sign.

Very bad sign. There is nothing more unpredictable, and therefore more
dangerous, than an injured animal. The bear took a hoping step closer to
Gregory and I bellowed at it.

It looked me in the eye and returned the challenge, standing up once
more. It made me feel insignificant as I strode closer with misplaced
confidence. I chambered a round in the rifle.

The bear stood directly over Gregory's doll sized frame. I walked right up
to the animal screaming at it to leave. Trying with all my might to look a
hundred times bigger than I was. The boy floated on his back as I stepped
up to him. I reached down and grabbed his thin arm and hauled him over my
left shoulder. I had the rifle in my hand and pointed in the general
direction of the bear's head.

The bear snarled and bellowed at me as I carefully stepped back out of the
water. I prayed it would wander off and leave us in peace. I didn't want to
kill it, but a voice in my head told me it would happen no other way. I
challenged the territory of a wounded bear. It would attack. The only
question was would it attack before I could get Gregory to a safe place?

The bear came to it's front paw again and followed me out of the water and
into my camp. It gave up favoring it's paw and tromped the ground in anger.

"Gregory!" I barked. "Wake up boy!" I slapped his thigh and shook him
violently.

"What?" He shook his little head and saw the angry bear. "AAAAAAAAAAA!" he
wiggled out of my arms and hid behind me, trusting his daddy to protect him
from the monster.

"Boy, don't panic."

"I already am!"

"Then get a fucking grip! I'm going to back up and get you in those thorn
bushes. Hide there."

"What are you going to do?"

"Run like the wind lad."

"What!? You told me bears can catch people!"

"I have to draw him away from you. When he chases me you get the locator,
up-link equipment, and the horse. Ride. Don't look back. Whatever you hear
or see just fucking ride."

"I wont leave you dad!"

"You will do as I fucking say boy! IF you don't we both will be bear shit
by dawn."

"But dad!"

We had backed up to the thorny bush and I shoved my heart and soul into
it's harsh embrace. I heard him whine and cry as the thorns bit into his
tender flesh.

"OK you sonovabitch!" I bellowed in challenge. The rifle snapped up to my
shoulder as the bear pawed at me. I snapped of a round that sank deep into
the wounded bears hurt leg and his paw grazed my shoulder. I could feel his
claws as two tore my shirt open with several inches of my skin.

I bolted.

The bear followed me closely. I knew he was hurt, he should have run me
down in a matter of moments. His injury and the bullet bought me time as I
sought a path that would allow me passage but tie the huge beast up in
brambles and tree branches. HE was a tenacious bastard, I will give him
that. Whenever he fell off or seemed to loose interest I would pitch a
stone at his head or try to get a clean shot at his eye socket. With the
amount of flesh and fat on the bear, a heart shot would be tricky at
best. A simple head shot was out of the question, the skull on a bear this
size would deflect the bullet and only piss him off more.

Evening turned quickly to a bright night illuminated by a full moon. The
bear hunted me and I led it on a merry chase through the woods. I grew
exhausted and prayed I would get a clean shot soon.

My mind wandered to Gregory and worry consumed me. What if he was petrified
and stayed in the bush? If he did the bear would return there and kill my
baby if I let it live.

I grew weary as I climbed a steep hillside taunting the beast at the
bottom. He steadfastly crawled after me as I dropped baseball sized rocks
on his head. He could hardly see for all the blood covering his head and
eyes. I could hardly see for exhaustion. I had a moment to rest as the bear
tried to find a way to get to me and make me it's next kill.

Many wounded predators never ate their kill. Pain and suffering drove them
insane and they killed in madness or in rage. I would most likely be one of
those. A dead body in the forest, left to feed the carrion birds.

Looking down my heart froze.

The bear was gone. I had taken my eyes of him for a mere moment and it had
disappeared.

Now it was my turn to feel terror. Not knowing where the animal was took
the element of control away from me. I no longer led the bear, I was now
hunted by it. Bears were infinitely better adapted at night hunting than a
man was. I had no light or even a clue as to the nature of how bears
hunted. If I had I would have something to work with. Now he was out there
somewhere and I didn't know where.

Was he even hunting me any more? Did he turn his attentions to easier prey?
Prey like one terrified little naked boy?

I scrambled off the hillside and looked around me in fear. Without control
of the situation, even if it was just leading the monster away from my
love, I was helpless. I bellowed tot he trees and the bear. My challenge
was met with silence.

With my heart pounding I raced back to our camp. I tried to remember where
it was and my experience in the wilds of the world helped me locate it
again in the bright night. I didn't realize how far I had led the bear
away. It took me nearly two hours to run the entire way back again. It was
nearly midnight.

The camp was eerily quiet. I checked the bush and found it empty. The horse
was gone, but the mules remained. I tore in tot he gear and found the
computer, up-link and the emergency locator transmitter missing. "Good
boy!" I cheered my son. He would be safe. There was no way the bear could
catch him before the rescue team got to him.

I, on the other hand, was still alone and had no clue where the beastie
was.

I sat heavily in the dirt and tried to think. I couldn't. My limbs were
like lead and my mind refused to focus. I tried to stand and fell on my
face in the cool dirt and grass.

The mules stirred in the calm evening. Their restlessness grew into
fear. Then terror.

The bear was back.

I tried to bring the rifle to my shoulder, but the immense animal was on
top of me before I could blink. His mouth bit deep into my left arm and I
screamed like a woman as my arm snapped like a twig under the hideous
pressure he applied.

My right hand tore my Bowie knife free and I back hand stabbed the bear in
the left eye. It let me drop to the ground as it howled in pain. I landed
hard on my left arm and howled as well. We both staggered a few feet apart
and faced each other down. Blood gushed from us both and we circled one
another.

I knew my life was at an end. I only hoped I could kill this poor animal
before he suffered any more and hunted my boy down like he did me. The
Mules had torn the picket line free and ran off in all directions as I
tried desperately to keep from passing out.

The knife in my hand looked so small and useless. I dropped it and drew the
hand cannon out of my holster. It would sit this monster back on it's heels
if nothing else.

The darkness and my wavering vision made it hard to aim. The first shot
detonated and the bear flinched away. He had heard my rifle a few times and
still felt it's sting.

My first shot missed wide right. The second caught the bear between the
eyes and it ricocheted off to the left. He shook his head and charged me,
determined to put me out of his misery.

I stumbled back and he opened his mouth wide to bite my head off. My arm
was still sticking out as he charged and it looked like he swallowed my arm
as he bore down on me. Hand gun and all, my arm slipped down the bears
throat. I almost freaked and jerked my hand feeling the recoil as I pulled
the trigger. I panicked and jerked the trigger a dozen more times only to
feel the recoil three additional times. The bear seemed to falter in mid
stride then stumble over my feet and then collapse on top of me.

I lay there pulling the trigger in the now empty gun for several minutes,
unable to get a hold of myself. I could not resolve myself to the fact that
I was alive and the bear was dead.

The returning sounds of the forest told me I was alive finally. I let go of
the gun and drew my arm out of the bears guts. It was slimy and smelly. But
it felt a hell of a lot better than my left arm.

It took me two hours to drag myself out from under the bear. Another twenty
minutes to get my arm to stop bleeding. From there I don't remember much
until.


"DAD!" Gregory's beautiful form flew into my arms and I could finally
collapse. "Your alive!"

"I'm alive." I cried in y boys arms as three strangers scooped me up and
put me on a stretcher. I recognized the hot spring and could see a
helicopter in the field below us. Gregory was still nude and throwing off
the blanket a woman medic kept trying to place over him.

"Leave me alone and help my dad!" He finally stood up and faced her down in
all his naked glory.


I woke up in a Canadian hospital. Gregory was there and Mr. Hawkins was as
well. The nurses doted over my beautiful boy and I was lavished with
comfort in the private room.

"Young man, you did a splendid job."

"We didn't find the nest sir." I informed him.

"But you led us right to it. Gregory took us to your camp. You weren't but
three hundred feet from it."

"Your shitting me."

"No sir I am not. We have the birds in hand and are transporting them to
the best facility there is."

"The bear?"

"Quite dead. The rangers dug your hand gun out of the poor creatures
belly. It seems he got caught in an illegal bear trap. It had broken his
paw, but he managed to escape."

"That far out? That's not likely."

"In fact it is. The beast was tagged and tattooed. The rangers said it was
a couple hundred miles out of it's usual stomping grounds. Infection and
broken bones drove it insane."

"Tell me about it."

"They said you can have it's hide dad!" Gregory informed me as he handed me
a leather pouch. "The Indian guys gave me this. It's a medicine pouch!"

"Really? When did you se them?"

"They were at the hot springs before the helicopters."

"Wow."

"They told me they were hunting that bear cause he was hurt. They followed
him all that way."

"They should get the hide, not me."

"They told me specifically that you were to take it Tony." Mr. Hawkins
interjected. "Not many people have a Kodiak bear skin to hang in their
den."

"Your shitting me. How big was it?"

"Thirteen and one half feet standing."

"Looked a lot taller alive!" Gregory informed my employer.

Gregory was dressed in a short pair of leg revealing shorts that didn't
look to revealing, and a nice light blue T-shirt. Mr. Hawkins escorted me
to a nice dinner at a wonderful restaurant. We celebrated a job well done
and I looked forward to getting home for a real vacation with my son.

The night was getting long in the teeth and Gregory was dozing lightly in
the booth next to me.

"Tony, I saw those pictures you took of Gregory with that elk. Those are
absolutely incredible images."

"I haven't even had the chance sir." I was eager to see them and a little
put out that he didn't let me be the first to see them.

"Tomorrow in my office back in Seattle lad." He toasted me and went on "I
think you should consider doing more like those."

"In what way. It is not easy to find a willing wild animal to shoot a boy
with."

"I meant nudes of Gregory. He is a spectacular boy. I meant it when I said
it would be a shame to let his youth pass without recording him."

"Does he know you saw the images?"

"Yes. He viewed them with me. He is interested in doing more."

"I hadn't considered it really. Those were sort of spur of the moment."

"Including those several rolls of him at the spring?"

"Wellll..." I tried to think of an explanation.

"Don't try to explain. I was an artist in my youth. I know all about the
creative moment and all that. He is a stunning subject and I would be quite
upset if you didn't take advantage of such an opportunity."

"Sir. I just don't think the climate today is conducive to such works."

"Nonsense. We can discuss it all when you get to my office tomorrow."


In the man's office he had several easels set up with cloth covering
them. "Tony, let's see your works. I took the liberty of having my own lab
do these enlargements for us." He drew the cloth off the first image. The
one with Gregory standing next to the Elk with his left arm reaching hi as
he leaned his body against the elegant beast. He faced my camera like a boy
proud of his body. The elk stared right through me in that image and
Gregory's gaze followed. They both stood proud and tall next to each other
as if they were meant to be there.

"WOW." I gasped in wonder.

"I like it dad!" Gregory hugged my right hand.

"I want to applaud your skill Tony." Mr. Hawkins smiled broadly.

"Skill nothing. That elk just wandered in and demanded to have it's picture
taken, Gregory was there and the elk just let him pose with him like he
wanted it to happen."

"Whatever Tony. This is going to be the cornerstone image in the gallery
showing."

"Gallery?" I asked in surprise. No one told me of any such thing.

"HE wants to put your pictures of me in a gallery!" Gregory cheered.

"Duhunh?" Was all I could manage.

"I have three well known curators coming in today to look these over if you
will allow me to. If they like them we can have you in galleries across
north America by spring."

"Gregory, this means the whole world will see you naked."

"Not me. Just pictures of me." He explained in little boy logic. "But we
have to do some with that bear skin."

I grinned at him. That would be no problem!