Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2011 22:58:58 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 13

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


13:  Doing Our Own Things

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

I figured Brad would be a bit tender after having so many cocks up his butt
in such a short time.  He seemed okay at least he was not complaining.  Bob
was very mellow as were all the boys come to think of it.  I was just a bit
slow, standing in my black thong looking out the window, when a small hand
hesitantly touched my half erect cock.  I looked down to see Jonas smiling
face looking up at me.  His left hand now firmly holding my growing
erection and his right stroking my bare butt.  I scooped him up and kissed
his lips, pressing his body to me.

"Can I have underwear like yours Apollo?"

"Why little man?"

"I want to be just like you, that's why.  Will my penis be as large as
yours when I grow up?"

"I would think so, that is mostly inherited."  His little face just went
from F8 to F22.  (The brighter the light the smaller of F-stop.)

"My dad is real big, probably even bigger then you.  Are you my man and am
I your boy?"

I had to think fast, were these just innocent words or pedophile codes?

"I'm your friend and protector, I guess I'm your man and you are my friend
and my protector, so you must be my boy."

"Some of the older boys at deaf society meeting were talking about having a
man, that was not their dad."

"I see, did they tell you this or did you ease-drop?"

"I ease-dropped." he signed lowering his eyes.

"Some times you can't help but ease drop, its okay and relating that to
what we talked about yesterday..."

"Well you are my mentor and friend.  But those boys said their man touched
them and did personal things to them and they liked those things and the
one boy said his man had a huge penis and he just loved to kiss it."

"Oh I see, and how old are these boys?"

"Twelve or thirteen, I don't know them very well."

"Do you want me to be that kind of 'your man'?"

He looked up at me with the brightest smile imaginable.

"Yes Apollo, I want you to be my man and I want to be your boy?"

"Little one, little one we explained all that yesterday.  You are so young
and so small and I love you so much."

I kissed him again this time my tongue pressed between his little lips and
it was like an electric current flowing between us.

"You must never tell anyone not even Brad that I am your man and your are
my boy, do you understand."

He nodded his head.

"If you do they will prevent me from ever seeing you again."

I set him down and he pressed his face against my swollen cock kissing it
through the material and I let him and I liked it and I wanted more.

"I want to memorize your smell Apollo, you smell, so...so...like my man."

Jonas began signing furiously.  He wanted to tell me everything that
happened at the Newfeld's.  Which he did as I got dressed.

"Don't forget."

"I know mentor," pointing to me, "play the game" he signed, smiling up at
my and offering his hand, which I guided to my crotch giving him a little
feel.  We then went down to breakfast.

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

"Why do we need a nap, were not babies any more?"

"You need a nap because you and Jonas will be the center of attention, the
king and queen of our party."

"I'll take a nap if Jonas takes a nap."

"Jonas you want a nap don't you."

"No I don't, but if you will take one with me I guess it would be all
right."

Shelley looked at Ronnie as if to say you better volunteer too.  She did.
How cleaver of the little boy to get me alone I thought, snapping the door
lock.

"Okay kid, you got me all to yourself, now what?"

"Lets take that nap, get your duds off and under the covers big man.
Aren't you going to undress me and kiss me, and put your hands in my undies
first."

I wonder where he got all that from?

"Sure, if that what you want, but why all the procedures?"

"I saw it on Ziggy's computer, the man was loving his little boy and that
is what he did, isn't that what you want to do?"

"I only want to do what you want me to do, Jonas.  Your body is your body,
not mine."

I began removing his pants and shirt.  Jonas stood in his briefs looking up
at me as I let my hands roam over the his body, chest and legs back and
cloth covered butt.  He was getting a little impatient, I kissed him and
indicated he should undress me, Which he did.  His little eyes were glued
to my crotch and its now every erect resident.  I placed my hand on his
little penis and gently fondled him.  Jonas smiled showing his pleasure as
I slipped my hand inside his undies, catching his penis and immature
scrotum between my fingers.  I pulled his briefs off and began fondling his
ass as well as his penis.  I stood up and Jonas' little hands dived inside
my thong.

Once under the covers I held his body close never taking my hand from his
genitals.  Jonas' kisses were becoming deep and passionate, he loved paying
tongue tag.  Laying him on his back I moved to engage my mouth on his
little penis I could take his genitals in all at once and my tongue played
ever inch of his boyness.  Jonas began pulling on my body to bring his face
in contact with my totally engorged cock head.  He kissed and licked the
head of my penis his mouth was just not big enough to take much of it in on
his first encounter.  His little hands stroked my testicles and played
along the stiff shaft.  I was just enthralled with his boy oder it was so
male and yet sweet.

I reached for some lube from the bedside table and slowly began playing an
index finger around his anus.  I could tell Jonas was enjoying what we were
doing from the gentle sounds and his general body language.  I eased my
finger into his butt and slowly explored his rectum.  Crooking my finger I
concentrated on his prostrate.  It was small but distinct.  I could see how
much he like this and when his body shuddered with it first dry orgasm he
went limp and almost immediately fell asleep.  I really needed to ejaculate
but he would need some instruction.  Slow and easy I thought.

"Did you like what we did before little man?"

"I sure did big man, I want to do more."

"I know you do, so do I, but let us go slow and easy."

"When will you put your penis in my bum?"

"Only when and if you want me to.  Is that what the pictures you saw showed
the man and boy doing?"

"Yes, and the boy looked so happy but, I think it must hurt.  Will it hurt,
Apollo?  Have you ever put it in another boy?  Have you ever had a penis in
your bum?  Do you kiss Brad and Bob like you do me?"

"Lots of question little man, it does feel good and yes I have had a penis
in my bum and I have had my penis in other men's bums and women's
femininity."

He giggled a bit at the mention of female sex.

"It can hurt if it isn't done right and the first time it could hurt, even
if it is done right but I sure like it.  You know I have sex with Veronica.
Brad and Bob too but they are off limits to you.  If you are to be my boy
and I'm your man then I am the only adult you can have sex with or even
talk about it with.  You can never tell anyone and if some other adult
wants to touch your crotch you must say no.  For my part, if I am your man,
then I should not get involved sexually with other children."

"But what if I wanted you to get involved with other boys or girls?"  I
know he was sophisticated but this is getting down right deep for a nine
year old child.

"I guess we can give permission to each other but always in advance and
after we talked about it first, understand?"  He nodded his head

"I sure liked your finger in me and it didn't hurt you must have done it
right."

"Yes and good, but my penis is a lot bigger than my finger so we must go
slow and easy.  Okay, now lets take a shower."

"Together?"

"Yes together."

 I shoved him toward the bathroom patting his naked ass.  His little body
was just so perfect and his little butt was just...I wanted to eat him up.
We spent lots of extra washing time on each others genitals and I had two
soapy fingers in his anus making sure his was clean.

"Why can't I have undies like you have," he asked as I pulled on his little
briefs patting his bubble butt that stretched the material tight.

"I don't think they make them small enough but as soon as you grow big
enough I will buy some?"

"Okay, big man.  Until then I`ll just have to make due with the same kind
my dad wares, I guess."

"Well that's not so bad is it.  Your dad is a big man who loves you and you
want to be like him don't you?  Remember the game."

"I remember and yes I love my dad and my mom too and even Jewel."

"If they found out you and I were doing what we do then they would hurt
you, like you tried to hurt that man who kidnapped me, wouldn't they?"

"Yes they would and they would make sure that I could never see or be near
you again."

He jumped to me hugging and kissing my cheek and them my mouth, driving his
little tongue between my lips.  My hand was immediately fondling his penis.
He sure seems to like it when I do that.

"We better play the game to win," he signed tossing his head and lifting
his shoulders up in a kind of boy bravado.

"I think you should try and make sure your dad knows you love him and you
want to be like him."

He nodded and we got dressed for the party.  Brad came in just as we were
finishing.

"Don't you two look handsome and Jonas here looks almost grown up."

"Thanks Brad but I think I look like a fire truck."

"Sure but a handsome one.  In fact Apollo and I will need to work extra
hard to keep our women from catching fire, so your services will not be
needed."

The kid puzzled over that for a brief moment.

"You two better keep your attention focused on Veronica and Linda and leave
Shelley for me."

Jonas picked up his camera and out the door he marched.

"Jonas don't you ever knock."  I could hear Ronnie saying from just down
the hall.  I can only imagine what his response was, probably something to
the effect neither he or Shelley could hear it or the response anyway, so
why bother.

..........

"Ms. Trend I am very sorry to disappoint you but you simply can't use my
name or the names of my brothers, except for Trevor of course, in
connection with this event or Apollo's project.

"But Mr. Adonis," she was trying to say.

Jason's attention was mostly focused on the children playing in the pool.
A dozen little bodies rushing around, jumping in the water and making an
unbelievable amount of noise.

I remembered Bob and I playing like this at that age.  Some how we
communicated without words and a minimum of gestures.  Once in a while
Jonas would sign to Shelley and she to him but mostly they laughed and
screamed.  God can that kid scream, I though, "of course he has no idea how
load or soft he is."  Mostly he just makes no sounds at all, I guess it is
safest that way.

"Please call me Jason, Mr. Adonis is much to formal.  You can say a
spokesperson for the Chicago based Northwest Foundation, etc.  Ms. Trend,
my family is just not interested in publicity of any kind.  We have worked
hard for many generations to keep out of the public eye.  It is just not
our way.  In fact, the few of my ancestors that have held positions of
profile, have all used the name of their mother's family.  The foundation
usually makes its donations and support anonymously but since my brother
has volunteered to assist Apollo, the family decided to allow his
assistance to be identified.  We are simply not prepared to go any further
then the Northwest Foundation on matters of financial or other support."

"You must understand the mind set of a journalist, such as my self.  When
we encounter someone who wishes to remain anonymous we immediately begin to
wonder what they are attempting to hide."

"Oh, I am more then aware of that, Journalism was one the university majors
I worked toward but did not complete.  I do have secrets, among them how
much money the family makes, exactly which businesses we own.  Where I and
my brothers are at any given point in time."

"Oh shit," I thought, "if she only knew how much those boys fuck,
especially each other."

"You can of course learn a lot about us, such as the nature of our
passports and citizenships, types of licenses, degrees and other
credentials any of us may have and so on.  But you won't be able to find
out how many bodyguards I employee or what schools my brothers attend and
so on.

Point of illustration, you will recall recently Adonis Diamonds, one of the
big diamond houses in Amsterdam announced very stringent policies and
controls to insure that they would never buy or sell blood diamonds.  That
house is one of our oldest family businesses; it was the first Amsterdam
diamond cutting and trading house.  Because of that announcement and the
implementation of that policy, my family is in grave danger from both the
sellers of blood diamonds and those less scrupulous traders, that buy them.
I think the senior people who were forced out would join them, since I
turned their golden parachutes into lead, because they lied to me
repeatedly.  We will make a number of other enemies in the coming years, as
I begin to clean house."

"I must interrupt at this point, we should round up the children," who were
running wild in the pool, "and get them back to the party.  Would you mind
supervising in the women's locker room Margaret?"

Jason, put his fingers in his mouth and let out a shrill loud whistle, that
gained everyone's attention.  Jonas and Shelley seem to keep an eye on the
other kids, so they were immediately aware that everyone's attention had
become focused.  I spoke and signed, out of the pool and change for ice
ream.  That got them.  Ms. Trend went into the girls locker room and Jason
and I into the boys.  The boys were still quite excited but managed somehow
to get dry and changed.  We man went from one to the other with large
towels drying wet heads.  "God are these kids cute." I thought to myself,
"I suspect Jason had the same thoughts."

Jonas played the game perfectly.  He paid no more attention to me than the
others did, although I know he wanted me to dry his body the same way I had
done earlier in the afternoon.  Snow was beginning to fall as the little
troop crossed the parking area, between the Main Lodge to our chalet.

Ziggy got Jonas' camera away from him long enough to post most of his party
shots on one the the big monitors in the great room.  The model Brad
purchased was waterproof, dust proof and shock resistant.  He had some pool
shots but applied some taste and did not show the locker room pictures of
naked boys clowning for the camera.  Trevor and Brad had made up a long
series of our formal stuff that was displaying on a different one.  I was
pleasantly surprised at how good both sets looked and how much all the
children seemed to enjoy looking at them.  I know Jonas would not mind
being the center of attention, he seemed to thrive on it.  I was glad to
see Shelley getting into the spirit of things.  Her shyness was very
rapidly evaporating.  I only hoped her parents didn't mind the dramatic
change in their little girl.

Parents began taking young ones home and Mrs. N. and Mrs. Abitsford were
busy rounding up Jonas and Shelley.  The older teens were partying.  Linda
and Veronica had invited a good number of their school mates much to the
delight of the girls and brothers.  I think the local boys had a good time
too.  Bob, Herman and Brad were assigned to take the teens that did not
drive, home.  Over all I was pleased with the way things went.  Not only
did we have a good time but the support from the community was outstanding.
By the time the revelers' called it a night, close to midnight, so much
snow had fallen that I was a bit concerned about them getting home and our
cooks getting back for the morning.  Fred to the rescue, he would leave his
little car and drive my Hummer, so Mrs. N and the cooks could get back in
the morning.  Unfortunately not enough room for his daughters.  Mrs. N. did
not look all that happy about leaving Linda alone in the chalet with all
these handsome young men.

Perhaps it was just a bit of a show for the other parents.  Mr. &
Mrs. Abitsford wanted Shelley to come home but I convinced them to let her
stay since she was sound asleep anyway.  At least I hoped she was.  As it
turned out she was cuddled up with Jonas and they did look like two little
angles, even if it was one angel and one devil in disguise.  Mrs. Abitsford
relented.

Just as the Newfeld's were going out the door Fred whispered something to
Brad and he patted his right pocket and they both laughed.  It was about 1
am when Herman escorted Ms. Trend to the main lodge.  Herman, is a real
gentleman I thought; he did not return until the next morning.  Well, a
real man anyway.

We slept in the next morning, not rising much before 9.  Jonas and Shelley
were already in the kitchen, getting under foot, as the cook prepared our
breakfasts.  I had half expected Jonas or both kids to be in our bed when
we woke but we were alone and that's okay, a lot or even a little 69 before
breakfast is always a great way to start the day.  The last time Jonas was
in our bed, his little eyes were fixed on Ronnie's large brown nipples.  I
knew he just wanted to latch on, I'm also sure he had no idea why.  I think
it is just something innate or perhaps a latent memory from infancy.  All I
know is, I am not one to dwell on that subject, I just know my lips and
highly educated tongue are engaging at every opportunity.