Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2010 21:07:28 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 4

Photo
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


4:  Getting to Work

Following up on the rare fungi assignment, we called in at the nearest
university library.  I figured that looking the fungi up would be a good
start, since I knew nothing about this species and genera.  Mom had given
me a little information in an e-mail but she did not know much about this
species either.  We parked in the main lot and taking my ibook and
briefcase we located the Library.

Using their electronic card catalogue we quickly had a list of books and
headed into the stacks.  Non of the books we needed seemed to be on the
shelves.  We found some general stuff but nothing very specific.  Checking
the catalogue again we could see everything on our list was checked out,
even some of the books marked reference.  The young woman behind the
counter informed me only faculty or graduate students could check out
reference materials.  She typed into her terminal and told me all the books
I was asking for were checked out for the summer by Mr. Waterford, in the
Botany department, "he's the good looking one," she commented.  I guess she
thought I was a student and would know him.  She said the books could be
recalled and to check back in a week.  Brad, piped in, "but we don't have a
week."  From there we got to talking to her about why we wanted the stuff
and so on.  I learned her name was Velorez.

When it became clear I did not need the books for more then a few hours she
suggested that I call Mr. Waterford and perhaps I could just go to the
Botany Department and use them.  We got directions to the Botany building,
shared with Zoology and headed for it instead of the cafeteria in the
student union.  Mr. Waterford was not in and it was almost lunch time.
Brad was some impressed by the campus.

He was impressed by Velorez too.  "She is real good looking and she sure
gave you the eye."

I agreed about her looks but was skeptical about her giving me the eye.
Velorez is short, with a pixie face, a nicely formed slim body, black hair
and brown eyes.  She had a winning smile and would photograph well.  I
think Brad paid more attention to her body, which he informed me was an 8.

So back to the Student Union building, which was next to the Library and
near the parking lot.  Brad secured a table and guarded my gear while I
passed through the food line.  Just as I was putting the try down a bright
female voice called out Apollo, come and join us.  Looking to my left and
Brad's right we saw Velorez and another younger girl sitting at a table.
The room was about 3/4 full of students, I guess that is why neither of us
noticed her before.  We joined the ladies immediately.  The other girl
turned out to be her younger cousin, Janet.  You could notice a family
resemblance.  Janet was a brunet but had the same large, dark eyes as Vee.
She was also a lot closer to Brad's age.  We talked and laughed and told
the girls about our travels and travel plans.  Brad told them a bit about
Chicago and I gave them a brief rundown on Bellingham, it is to small to be
anything more then brief.

Suddenly Vee stood up and haled two fellows passing our table.
"Mr. Waterford can we have a moment of your time please?"  He stopped and
they came toward us.  My back was to this action.  Standing by our table
Mr. Waterford was introduced to Brad and I by Vee, who he recognized as a
student Liberian assistant.  She quickly outlined our problem and Waterford
sat right down, taking my hand firmly and announced he was the resident
expert on the species were trying to look up.  He would of course share the
book knowledge with us but would do one better and tell us exactly where to
go for the photographs we needed.  While we talked shop Brad, the other
gentleman, and the two ladies conversed.  In the end, Waterford gave me
photocopies of the pages I needed and a map with directions to the best
habitat.  He offered to add the proper latin names to all my botanical
photographs if I would give him a good digital shot of the fungi in
question.  We struck a firm deal on that one.  He also asked me quietly if
Brad was my boy.  I had to think for a moment on this one.  I replied no he
was my 15 year old assistant.

We came back to finish our lunch thanking the ladies for looking after our
food.  Vee had to go back to work.  The Janet offered to show us the way to
the habitat, about a 20 minute drive. Waterford's friend, who turned out to
be his lover, made a pass at Brad, which he gracefully declined.  I was
proud of him, knowing this may be the first time but not the last.  Brad is
just to beautiful and boy, an Adonis, not to attract attention from both
sexes.

Janet turned out to be 16 and a bit.  She sure stuck close to Brad all
afternoon, appeared to have a good knowledge to the area and guided us
right to Waterford's spot.  Brad, Janet and I shared the front bench seat
as the back of the Jeep is completely filled.  He sure did not mind sitting
so close to this lovely young lady.

This fungi turned out be a bit of a photographic challenge.  It is short
lived and we were fortunate to be in the area during its growing season.
It's habitat is highly specific and therefore restricted.  It grows close
to the soil and is only about two inches across.  It is modeled brown and
tan, with a few orange spots and grows in very soft, wet ground among the
tall grass.  This location was near a forest margin in a swampy area,
between the trees and the water's edge of a small lake.  The sun was mid
afternoon in angle but the subject was in full shade.  Mosquitos and flies
were thick and annoying.  We applied copious quantities of DEET to help
with the bugs.  To say the least, I had my work cut out for me.

Using a 6 by 3 foot plastic tarp to lay on, I could keep somewhat dry.
Brad and I had rubber boots and running shorts on so we did look a bit
comical.  I removed offending grasses and twigs.  Lay on my tummy and using
a combination of diffused flash, which Brad held and a macro lens, got a
number of good clear shots from the side and top.  We also collected
several specimens, recording their locations with the GPS for Waterford.
From the specimens he could make his own lab photographs.  I downloaded my
digital shots of the fungi to his laptop.  My commission was for color
slides which are still the best technology for making separations, although
digital is coming on strong.  Not having very specific instructions I had
added a scale to some of the field shots and did a complete bench set with
scales for my client.  Since I will get paid for each photograph used,
having a small selection might result in selling more then one.  In
addition, those shots not purchased could be offered in my stock photo
catalogue.

On returning to our motel room we immediately took a shower to wash off the
bug repellent and dirt.  Taking a shower with Brad is always an adventure,
this was the first time we shared one in a motel and not a campground
stall.  Two naked boys in complete adoration of each others bodies.  We
soaped each other hair and rinsed.  We fondled and kissed and ran our soap
covered slippery hands over our bodies.  Not one centimeter was missed.
Adonis paid homage to Apollo's masculinity and Apollo to Adonis'.  Our soap
covered fingers cleaned each others anuses.  Oh it felt so good as several
fingers plunged into my butt.

I reached forward to kiss him again.  I kissed him softy and gently as he
lowered himself, slowly on to me.  He moved first to his knees, and then
with his hands on my chest he moved himself backwards until the head of my
cock was pressing hard against his asshole.  He paused very briefly,
teasing me and himself with gentle thrusts that almost allowed me to
penetrate.  Then I moved my hips toward him, and his ass enveloped my cock.
In the first gasp I knew that Brad was feeling both the pain and pleasure
of my cock filling his ass and my hands pulling on his back.  The look on
Brad's face was indescribable.  It had elements of every emotion in it.

My Adonis began to move up and down on my cock and I matched him thrust for
thrust.  He leaned forward and put both hands on my chest.  When he did
that I lifted myself forward to get my hands under his ass.  I thrust my
cock into him and squeezed his cheeks.  We rocked back and forth, matching
our thrusts as he took my every inch of my dick with every pump.

He held my cock, up and down, trusting, squeezing my cock with his ass
muscles.  I stroked his cock and squeezed his perfect buns.  He leaned
forward and I lifted myself upward until I could suck his nipples.  It
lasted to what seemed forever, but yet was not long enough.  Kissing,
sweating, moaning and fucking, and filling his ass again and again until we
were both exhausted and ready to cum.  I began to thrust upward hard,
trying to keep my cock in his ass and trying to get off my load.

I'm going to cum," I moaned.  He surprised me and pulled himself away from
me.  He moved his mouth to my cock, and pulled the latex prison off.
Instead of letting me come up his ass, he wanted it in his mouth.  I wanted
his load too.  We moved to the 69 position and Brad's hot mouth moved
around my prick, and his hands played with my testicles.  I could feel the
ejaculate starting to well up at the root of my cock, and my balls started
to tighten.  He concentrated on my cock head and sucked hard.  It was just
too much and I shot.  What felt like my biggest load escaped and entered
his mouth and throat.  He eagerly drank the streams of cum.  I heard him
gasp, and my mouth quickly filled.  He pulled his pulsating cock from the
depths of my gasping throat and spurted the last of his thick, creamy sap
right in my face and down my sweating chest.  We both came and came.  Hot
spurts splashed all over my naked body.

He milked the last drops from my cock and then moved to kiss me.  I could
taste traces of cum as our tongues met.  I pulled Brad close to me could
feel his heart beating fast, and yet a cool calm covered both of us.

The next thing I remember was the intrusive ring of a telephone.  I woke
up, Brad was asleep pressed against my body.  I didn't want to move.  I
wanted this moment to last forever.  There was only one problem, that dam
phone.  I struggled to answer.  It was Vee, would Brad and I like to come
to her parent's home for a BBQ?  Janet, and several other relatives would
also attend.

"My mom makes real good food and everyone wants to meet you two."

"Yes, sure, I'm sorry to be so disjointed Vee, Brad and I fell asleep.
What time?"

"Well, as soon as you can make it, we won't put the meat on the grill until
you arrive."

"How long to drive from the motel to your place?"

"About ten minutes, just take First street west to Apple, turn right and we
are second house number 4."

"Give us 20 minutes," I said, and hung up.  "Get dressed Adonis, tonight we
get to strut our stuff."  Brad looked a bit incredulous, "strut our stuff?"

"Ya, our social stuff, not our sexual stuff, Vee's parents have invited us
to a family BBQ and I'm hungry.  Oh, Janet will be there toooooo...."

He through a pillow at me.  We dressed and headed out.  I was sure we would
be asked to show some of our work so I brought along the lap top.  It
turned out to be a very pleasant evening.  With good food and lively
conversation.  Vee, Janet several younger female siblings, mom, dad, aunt
and uncle.  I figured the family would probable order some of my work from
the web site.  More importantly we now had new friends and a heart felt
invitation to visit again.  Brad realized he not only was attracted to the
girls but he attracted them.

I am not the kind of person that tolerates social isolation very well, I
need social interaction with all kinds people.  It is from those
interactions that I draw my creative energy.  It the appreciation of others
for my art that is important, perhaps the most important part of the
creative process.  I do not create for me alone, I create for others.

He was my Adonis this boy, but was he my boy, I was Apollo his Greek God,
was I his man?