Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:04:04 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 26

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


26: Photo-business

"Ladies on the floor, ladies on the floor." someone called out.  I took
that to mean the ladies were moving from bedrooms to the bathroom, at the
end of the hall and the men should not embarrass them, by showing to much
skin.  I looked at Ziggy and he looked at me.  We were both standing in the
middle of our room half hard cocks waving in the breeze.  We did not speak,
we did not need to speak or gesture.  We both knew exactly what each other
was thinking and what needed to be done.  We embraced, kissed and fondled,
inspecting each other's bodies, as if we expected to find something had
changed in the ten minutes since his cock had withdrawn from my anus and
his tongue from my mouth.

Just like always Ziggy was holding off until he could see what color and
type of underwear I was to choose.  Black, long legged tight fitting boxer
briefs, it is winter, and a black T shirt.  Ziggy opened the door, as Jonas
came striding down the hall, naked.  His clothing was in some other room
from where he slept.  He didn't care who saw what he had.  He just strolled
down the hall to find them.  This boy is just, all boy.  He has a small
penis with a lot of foreskin, a little, mostly empty scrotum, a very cute
round butt, long thin legs and arms, with powerful looking shoulders for a
boy.  His body is smooth and unblemished.  He is photogenic, no question
about that.  I wondered if the girl, who we would meet shortly, was as
photogenic as Jonas.  I hoped so.  With a model like Jonas, even I could
take good pictures, with two cute kids and professional behind the camera,
this project was destined for success.

Jason and Apollo held an early morning joint group meeting.  We didn't plan
it, we just seemed to know what was needed.  I instructed the brothers not
to get in the way of the artists and suggested they should all go skiing,
confirming meal times and so on.  Herman would take skiing lessons, growing
up in the Netherlands, one gets lots of winter sports but good skiing is by
European standards, a bit of a hike, another klassism.  Trevor, Margaret
Trend and Veronica would be Apollo's assistants, so Brad and Linda should
join the others on the hill.  Bob would stay with the photographers, at
least for the morning and took Jones away to make sure his hair was combed
and he was properly dressed.  At that point his hair need combing and his
dress was, young boy looking to play.  I learned later the Bob had not only
made a friend in Will but they shared a bed that first night.  All my
brothers are quick off the mark.  I wanted Apollo's ass, now that I have
met him and I think, well perhaps I hope more than think, he would be
interested in mine.

Jones was getting just a bit excited, knowing he was about to meet Shelley.
Apollo wanted to be sure he could capture that meeting and the subsequent
interactions.  He asked everyone to meet in the great hall when Shelley
arrived and hang around as he had a surprise for the kids.  I had one too,
whispering in his ear that I had talked to Agent Snipe, so this would be
quite coordinated.

"Speaking of surprises Jason, do you know anything about that green Hummer
parked outside?"

"Me, why would you ask me?"

"You are the only person I know that has his own Chicago based charity."
We looked at each other for a second and then started to say in perfect
unison, "I like your chutzpah," while pointing at each other and laughing
so hard we were both sitting on the floor, neither of us could stand.
Jones took our picture, the kid is never without his camera, and jumped
between us, his way of sharing our humor and joy, even if he had no
understanding of what was so funny.  To him, I guess, it just doesn't
matter, joy was far to important not to share.  Apollo and I both fondled
and tickled him.  He sure loved being touched, stroked, cuddled, tickled
and just handled.  I know I sure like my physical interactions with his
perfect little body and it was obvious Apollo enjoyed it too.  Everyone
else was just standing off to the side, realizing that little boys, no
matter how physically mature, were just that; little boys who would engage
in play, at every opportunity, regardless of the solemnity adults thought
appropriate.  Joy is just to important not to revel together in.  On that
topic, Jonas was absolutely correct.  I was going to enjoy this new
friendship, I'm not sure if our comrades can take two of us at once but
Apollo and Jason are going to have fun.  Lets face it, if we are not having
fun doing it, than what the hell are we doing it for.  Yes, dear reader,
another Klassism.

"Hello Shelley, I'm Bob and this is Jones."  Shelley looked a little
bashful but she extended he hand to Jones.  "Hi Jones, it is so nice to
meet you."  Jones smiled replying, "The pleasure is all mine."  I handed a
note to Bob.  "Jones, Shelley, this note tells us Mr. Adonis and Mr. Bidis
need you two to put on special costumes, would you go with Linda and
Veronica and do that please.  He winked at Jones so Jones would know to
take Shelley's hand and lead her toward Linda and Veronica, who were
holding clothing bags.  Apollo's camera was working overtime.

The adults all grated and introduced ourselves, Eric continued with the
name tags.  I announced I had a surprise for the kids and for all of us.
All the time Trevor and Jason were taking pictures of every move the kids
made.  In about 10 minutes Veronica called us to attention and we looked up
at the top of the stares.  Jones and Shelley were intensely signing to each
other and not paying any attention to us, Bob or the girls.  They were both
wearing scarlet red uniforms, patterned after the dress reds of the RCMP
but with the maple leaf on one shoulder and the stars and stripes on the
other.  I whispered to Apollo, "Snipe said FBI uniforms suck, so I had
these made up, but I do not know why."

"Well its mostly Snipe's show and I am not exactly sure what he is going to
do but we have a video link in a few minutes," Apollo informed me.

The kids came down, holding hands with cameras working overtime as usual.
The kids did make a very handsome pair coming down the stairs.  Shelley's
outfit had an A line, I was informed by Eva, skirt and jacket.  Jones' was,
jacket and straight leg, cuffed pants.  Everyone was complementing them,
especially Shelley's mother.  Mr. & Mrs. Abitsford could sign but poor Bob
was working over time on behalf of the others, being the Newfeld's, Dr. du
Val and his wife, the cooks, all of us boys and Corporal Smith a Montana
State Police officer.  Smith had to be reminded to speak to him not the
kids so he could get the message.  Ziggy was filling in as electronic tech,
getting the video conference stuff up and running and setting up the local
recording cameras.  I think he missed Drew's technical imput as much as his
physical presence.  Everyone else was standing a bit to the side, trying to
keep out of the way.

Agent Snipe came on and we all introduced ourselves to him.  He had an FBI
interpreter along side him.  He welcomed everyone, introduced himself and
complemented the kids on how nice they looked but "you know that along with
the nice looks comes the responsibility that the uniforms symbolizes."
Were they ready to take on that job?  The kids were, but they had no real
idea what he was talking about.  He told the story of how Brad, Apollo, Bob
and the others foiled the 'shadows', the hackers and kidnappers and how
important they were to the FBI's case and that Brad and Apollo and Bob
needed protection.  "Veronica and Linda too," Jones signed.  Of course
Veronica and LInda too.

He was appointing them VSA's in the United States and VSC's in Canada.  Now
he was only a Special Agent and his friend in Calgary Officer Wilson is
only a Sr. Constable but you two are Very Special Agents and Very Special
Constables, was that OK.  Sure was Sir.  Ok, then now your responsibility
is to do everything in your power to keep Apollo, Bradley, Robert, Veronica
and Linda out of trouble, that would be the hard part and to be sure an
arrest any bad guys.  "But we don't have any guns, how can we arrest bad
guys," Shelley asked?  Dam bright kid I thought, I wonder how he is going
work around that one.  "Oh, you don't need guns just deputize Herman and
those seven big strong brothers behind you or call Corporal Smith."  I
thought Shelley's dad was going to blow a gasket he was trying so hard not
the laugh.  We all were I think.

..................  It would take hours to get those kids back on the
ground but the photographers sure did get some great facial expressions.

"Mrs. Adams these cookies are just like Frau van Witt's," Ziggy said.

"Well I hope so, Helga gave me her recipe and strict instructions to spoil
all her children and the others too."  And that she sure did.  I might know
Helga would not let us fall into anyone's care she had not at least talked
to.

"Well you know its not fair," Ziggy went on.  "Jones and Shelley can talk
with their mouths full and you won't let me Jason."

"Not true little brother, if they try to talk with their hands full we
could not understand them.  But when you talk with your mouth full we
understand perfectly well that you are just our baby brother."  Ziggy made
a mock disgusted face and Jones and Shelley laughed and laughed as Apollo
translated our conversation.

The plan was to follow the kids for 5 days of getting to know you and
learning together.  The snow boarding, swimming and that type of activity
would present a host of opportunities, Trevor told me, lighting and
composition problems that would be solved on the fly.  He was so excited
about the challenges and learning opportunities.  The kids would need some
brakes from the art crew and that would give the photographers a chance to
ski, and party, as well and do some winter scenery work.  Apollo assured me
Trevor learned fast and he had a natural eye for composition.

By the end of the first afternoon, Shelley and Jones were fast friends,
they seemed to like doing things together.  It must have taken a lot of
talking to get them out of the fancy uniforms into more ordinary clothing.
We were all on the slopes trying to keep out of the way and checking out
the local teens.  ......................  On the second night Mrs. N made
sure the children and her daughters went home.  Margaret Trend went with
them to handle the communications.  This left us men on our own.

After the cooks left that evening Herman locked up, the atmosphere quickly
changed.  Young men when on their own, tend to act less inhibited and more
relaxed.  This group provided a prime example.  Within a few minutes most
of the boys, me included, were down to our underwear and level of language
turned decidedly cruder.  Apollo wanted to work on his digital results but
Trevor's body was so distracting and when he started fondling his already
hard cock, he just gave up.

Most of the discussion centered around the quality of the skiing, which the
Adonis boys all thought was high, as good as Switzerland but not quite
Banff.  Other then that they spent a long time comparing notes on the girls
they had seen and or met.  They road Brad a bit, relating to Linda's
protectiveness of him, relative to her school friends, many of whom rated
highly on their attractiveness scale.  Apollo assured them many of those
girls would be at the reception/party Mrs. Newfeld was organizing for
tomorrow.  We all missed Jonas and Shelley, the place just seemed empty
without their childish exuberance.

Apollo was looking quite tired and I was feeling tired.  "Apollo, have a
cup to tea with me?"

"Tea sounds good," he replied, as we moved into the kitchen.  After putting
the water to boil.

"what is your honest opinion, is Trevor doing well?"

"Yes, he is learning fast, he works hard and will be quite comfortable with
his equipment by the end of the week.  I think he has a good eye, it just
needs more practice and that will take time."

"Good, I'm glad to know that, he seems to like his hobby.  I was impressed
with his dedication to it, since he picked up his first camera, last
spring, it had belonged to our Father.  I am just a bit concerned about the
others, Trevor is the only one who has found any form of self expression."

"I don't think you need to be to concerned Jason, not everyone needs to
express themselves in a demonstrative way.  Look at Brad, he is still
finding himself and I guess I am too."  He looked at me intensely, so I
would understand he thought Jason was also finding himself.

"You are right, I guess we are all works in progress and we are all
different."

"From what I understand you and I have both taken on big extra loads of
responsibility.  Plato, my father, not the philosopher, would point out
that we were not fated to do this, we created or accepted an opportunity
that presented itself, taking the chance or the moment.  We both accepted a
responsibility for one or more other persons, younger or in some other way
dependent.  We made as close, to free will choices, as we could.  All we
can ever do is our best and all we should expect of ourselves, is try and
do the right thing at about the right time.  Everything else is chance.  I
don't think you should worry about those boys, they are all fine young men
and they love and respect you, anything else is just a bonus."

"You are right, my friend.  I can not live their lives for them."

"But you can always be there for them, when they need you and they will
need you."

"Do Brad and Bob need you?"

"They have in the past and I was there, I have need them too and they were
there for me.  That's what love really is isn't it, being there or giving
when needed and being able to accept when in need.  No strings, just
unconditional giving and acceptance."

"Jonas sure dotes on you Apollo, he must be the essence of that
unconditional devotion that you are talking about.  Yes, I guess that is
true, and I feel the same way about him, as strongly as if he were my own
son."

"That is how I feel about Ziggy, from the moment we were first introduced."

"He sure dotes on you too, he is of course more restrained than Jonas but
you can see it in his eyes."

"But there is a difference I guess, Jonas is a child and we all hold
children in a special place, it is a function of our primate or even
mammalian evolution, it is even more powerful than culture."

"That is true but that does not diminish the emotional connection to older
persons.  We may not feel the sexual connection to a child that we feel for
a teen or adult but I think the pure emotion that we call love, is the
same.  When we hold that child in our arms to comfort it or when we hold
our lover in our arms, to comfort her or him, the dopamine and other
endorphins that flood our brains are, I'm sure exactly the same.  They may
even be originating from the same or closely associated neurons."

"But is there not a danger, because we love so completely as the poets
would say, we spoil them by giving to much?"

"Can we give to much love or affection?  I think not.  Can we give to much
in a material sense?  I guess we can but does an excess of material things
do harm or is harm caused by the lack of love or affection?"

"You are absolutely correct.  Unconditional love is and must be
unconditional and therefore without limits, boundaries or quantities.  It
just is.  An excess of material stuff is just that and nothing more, if the
drawer has 7 pair of socks or 14 it make no difference in the moral,
ethical or emotional behavior of the owner, it only influences how often
that owner must do his laundry.  We teach the way we were taught, so if one
is loved, one will love."

"Yes Jason, we do teach the way we were taught, it is what we know."

I saw the door open and someone yelled, come on in and join the party.
"This is a blast!" called Brad.

"Look at you! What happened?"

"I think I've been fucked at least 50 times in the last little while.  They
just keep sticking it in.  Somebody will stuff their cock in my mouth or up
my ass and I just enjoy the ride!  Apollo, you wanna be next?  I'd love to
have you fuck me, since we didn't get a chance this morning."

"Sure," He dropped his undies and fondled Brad's cock, trying to coax it to
a full erection. "You look very well lubed," he said as he stepped up
between Bard's suspended legs and pressed his cock into Brad's dripping
asshole.  "Wow!" he said, "This is really slick! I've never felt anything
like this before!"

"Slide it in and give me your load, "I'm taking all comers today, I guess."
That's a pun that needs no further explanation.

Bob, Trevor, Herman and I stepped up to the boy.  We started jacking
ourselves as we watched Apollo push into Brad, feeling the wonder of a
loose, slick fuck.  He took off with wild abandon, pounding his friend and
enjoying watching the other guys work on their tools.

"Want to suck on me?" asked Trevor.

"let me have a taste," answered Brad as he turned his head toward Trevor,
who pressed his cock head against Brad's parting lips.  Trevor felt Brad's
tongue swirl around his glands and began to fuck the boy's mouth.  Bob bent
over and went to work on Brad's manhood taking it in his mouth and
alternately licking its length including his testicles and Apollo's penis
as it penetrated the boys butt.  I was busying my hands and mouth on every
other anus that was not somehow occupied.

Even though I had already come twice in the last hour, the sight of the
come covered Brad hanging in front of me was driving me wild.  The slick
asshole I was pistoning was giving me one wonderful sensations and I drove
myself into Brad.  Bob let go of Brad's balls and pulled his cock away from
his hand and slipped up behind me, waiting for his turn?  Apollo came up
and shoved his cock into my butt sending me for another wild ride.  As
Apollo and I backed away, Bob took my place and slid into Brad's fuck hole
for the second time that evening.

The next morning came very early, well it sure seemed like it did anyway.
As the wool cleared from my head, I began to pick up where I had left off
the night before, my morning stiffness was in Bob's ass and Apollo's was in
mine.  I finally reached the alarm.  The three of us staggered into the
large shower.  We all pissed on each other as the twin shower heads spilled
water over our bodies.  I like taking showers with a lover and the three of
us sure made it a real pleasure.  I doubted that any of us could work up
another ejaculation but six soap covered hands working over every square
inch of three young and fit bodies, sure got the full attention of our
three cocks.

None of us were in our assigned rooms, I doubt that any of us ended up in
our assigned rooms, as a miniature traffic jam of naked erect studs in the
hall, followed.  This must be gay men's heaven, as it was almost bisexual
men's heaven, all that was missing were some hot bi chicks.  Ogden Nash
wrote on the subject of getting acquainted, "Candy is dandy but liquor is
quicker."  To that let me add, sex is better.