Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 22:40:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Photographing Boys Initially written in 2008 this story was inspired by the vintage magazines of the 60's & 70's. BOY PHOTO, PARADIS NATURISTA, BOY ART MAGAZINE, LeENFANTS, PICCOLO to name a few. In today's world it is more about the modeling web sites such as TBM, Models4u, Jaysmodels, Sons of Zeus; NewStar and the like. Added to that are the collections of Smirnov, Krivon, Azov, BSG; QT and other collections. Much of that work is benign, at least what I've seen although there are plenty of "peekaboo" shots and even some erections. This story is an extension of one that I wrote in conjunction one titled A Boys' Hobby and about the main character as a boy whose hobby is photography. That story is solely about boys playing together. Chapters 2, 3 & 4 of this story is the protagonist sharing that story of his childhood with another boy so those chapters will mostly be boy-boy sex. In the newest chapters there will be more man boy sex but since the protagonist is a photographer of boys, well, more boy to boy sex. Now some 8 years later I am finally extending the story. I hope it suits you. N-joi... Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His thick black hair was long, the silky looking strands reaching almost mid back and the front almost that long. The apparently well tended tresses weren't stick straight but had a very slight bend to them but not enough to call his hair wavy. He had come out the tropical forest at the trailhead about fifteen feet from where I was sitting on a hunk of concrete watching my guide Kavi along with the dozens of other boys as they swam and frolicked in the water. The boy, dressed in loose fitting brilliant white cotton pants and an equally white wife beater, almost glided as he walked and the way he moved indicated a boy who was not lacking in confidence. He smiled as he went past me, strikingly white teeth battling with huge dark eyes for dominance on his smooth face. Like many of the other boys his skin tone was a light but rich milk chocolate color and like half of the other boys he appeared to be in his early teens to mid-teens. He was somewhat taller, and of course like most of his countrymen, slender. As he walked past me and on down the beach I shot a bunch of images, some focused on his very delectable ass. I would discover, before the day was out, that his name was Amol, which I found out later meant beautiful, exquisite, very rare or priceless. The boy was all of that. I'd been invited to Asia to do what I do, which is to photograph boys. A lot of my work was straightforward photography of boy models in a studio setting. But not all by any means. I continued to do plenty of shoots were the boys were less clothed, some with boys that were in a, let's say, more excited state and some were of boys together in a sexually aroused state. Sometimes that was planned, often it wasn't. When you get a boy naked or near naked he often wants to show off a little more skin than what you'd find in a run of the mill over the counter magazine. Sometimes he wanted to do things that you can't buy over the counter. People that hired me were aware of boy behavior and encouraged me to shoot whatever the boy would allow. For some of the models however, that was precisely what they were there for; get naked, get hard, do the deed either alone or with another boy or boys. One of the benefits was that they often wanted to engage with me as well. I had arrived on the continent earlier than planned in order to travel off the beaten path and had arrived at the small town or village a few days before and decided right away that I'd spend at least a week, maybe more, there and found a nice two bedroom house to rent at the edge of town. Clad much like the locals, so I didn't stand out as much like a sore thumb as I could have, I'd been readily accepted and when I pointed my camera people were always smiling and ready to accommodate me, especially the boys. For mere pennies a day I'd hired an eleven year old boy to be my guide and translator although most of the people I'd come in contact with spoke enough passable English for me to get by. My boy guide Kavi had taken me to this place on a river, the boys swimming area, on our second day together saying that many children spent a few hours each afternoon swimming in order to gain some relief from the hot humid weather. I had noticed right off that there were no girls present and when I asked him Kavi explained that they had their own area about a mile away. It was a matter of privacy as many of the children and even some adults swam naked. That certainly got my attention. I could hear the laughter before we came out of the forest and onto a wide expanse of beach along side the river. About a hundred feet out into the river was a concrete bulwark that the older children were jumping or diving from, indicating deeper water. Kavi explained that about sixty years before the village had sat on the site where we were but an unusually bad flood had completely swept the village away killing many of its people in the process. The village had been rebuilt where it now stood, in a much safer spot. What the children were diving from was actually what was left of the wall from the original town that had been used to help keep the river at bay. In that flood the wall had been useless; the part of the river between it and the shore had been caused during the flood and had remained so since that time. Strewn helter skelter along the river's edge and even in the river were chunks of concrete of various sizes and up the beach or rivers edge were what was left of a bridge that had once crossed the river, a few masonry pillars and roadway standing like sentinels at the edges of the forest and the river. The younger boys played and swam closer to shore or just laid in the sun and unlike most of the older boys, they didn't wear swim suits in fact they didn't wear anything. If they were bothered by having a stranger in their midst they certainly didn't give any indication of it. They went about the business of being boys and doing what boys anywhere did: frolicking, wrestling, swimming or just plain sitting or walking around, many of their brown bodies covered in sand or shiny from the water. There was some nice looking flesh I must say even though I wasn't attracted to prepubescent boys at all. Of course there wasn't a circumcised cock in the entire batch, at least not that I'd seen, but there were some nice ones, a few of the preteen boys sporting appendages larger than their age might otherwise warrant. While most of the boy's balls were still in crinkled bags held close to their bodies there were a few who were starting to drop. Although not on that first day, I discovered that Kavi was one of those boys, one with a nice cock, and balls that hung freely between his smooth brown thighs. How I found out was because he asked me if I minded if he went swimming and of course I said that I didn't and he proceeded to strip to his bare skin right there in front of me. Kavi had a pretty nice body, a cock about four and a half inches hanging at the base of his flat pubic bone. Like the rest of the boys he was totally unselfconscious about being naked in front of me. As Kavi and I walked slowly along the river I asked him if they boys would mind me taking pictures. He said that they most likely they wouldn't and once I actually started taking pictures many of the boys became quite animated and of course it wouldn't do but they had to engage in antics like bending over and exposing their puckered little butt holes, undulating their hips in an imitation of fucking or moving them in circles to try and get their dicks to swing about. Of course there was the obligatory wrestling and on more than occasion one boy would end up with another boy's crotch right in his face which didn't seem to faze either of the players. As I said, a majority of the nude boys were prepubescent while many of the older boys wore underwear or other clothing but there were teens that also went nude. I managed to focus in on one or two and got some great images of ripe young male bodies in the process of becoming young men. One boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen caught my eye and I snapped a dozen quick shots as he walked in my direction with a friend, the two of them with arms thrown across each other's shoulders in friendship. The boy was pretty well endowed, a solid six inches of cock accompanied by an equally nice set of nuts that sort of moved a little as he walked. At the base of his boyhood pride and joy was a very small patch of hair, probably no more than six months old I would have to guess. When they noticed that I was taking their pictures they smiled and posed for me. I continued along the riverside, snapping as I went. Boys waved or otherwise greeted me while many came right up and chatted, wanting to know my name, where I was from and all that other stuff. As I said they were more than accommodating to my camera often stopping whatever they were doing and holding still for the moment it took to click the shutter. While the boys weren't necessarily separated, younger boys were in one area and older boys gravitated to another and as I moved down river's edge the boys did seem to get older. A couple of teens were perched on a slab of concrete that slanted off the hillside to the beach, a remnant of the flood. In their underwear, one was squatting and the other sitting. The boy who was sitting down had his legs splayed open and a bit of his nuts were visible through the loose leg of his briefs. The boy who was squatting however was another story. His dick had fallen out of the very loose fitting garment, the brown tube looking so much like a small snake sneaking out of its hole. He seemed oblivious to the fact and didn't bother to try and cover up when I shot half a dozen frames. Other boys were lying in the sun, coming out of the water or just goofing off. I began to notice that most of the boys appeared to be fairly well endowed, that is, a higher proportion of the boys seemed bigger in the genitalia department than what one would expect in that age group. While dark skinned, they weren't Negro so to me and from my experience they seemed more developed. I'd been in that part of the world many times and hadn't encountered what I thought I was seeing so wondered briefly if for some reason this particular village had sprouted larger than normal genitalia in their boys. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they were huge just that they seemed on the average a little bigger than I'd encountered before. Kavi said hello to many of the boys and stopped to visit with one who was lying naked in the shade, escaping from the tropical sun. The boy rose on his elbows to greet Kavi then my guide introduced me to his cousin. The two boys chatted and I simply watched them, fascinated and beginning to get a little turned on. Kavi's cousin's cock lay limply across one hip, the thick tube of flesh at least seven inches long, the opening of his foreskin looking so much like the trunk of an elephant. His large smooth balls hung low enough to almost touch the ragged towel that he was lying on. I asked if I could take some photos of them together and of course both boys nodded their heads and smiled. I knocked images from a variety of angles of them in a few different poses. We continued down the river's and I got plenty more photos of boys in various stages of dress or undress as well as other activities. Got a terrific couple of shots of a terrific butt that belonged to what appeared to be a 14-15 year old who was climbing out of the water after a dive off the wall that pulled his loose fitting underwear or shorts down to his knees. He came out of the water tugging them into place. I shot other boys as they dove or prepared to dive off of heights of the various sized hunks of concrete and others as they dressed or undressed. One really cute thing was sitting down on a backpack with his underwear in his hands and just getting ready to slip them on over his feet. Standing where I was I could see the head of his cock and about four inches of the shaft as it rested against his balls. He looked up as I snapped his picture and while the look I got wasn't angry it did seem as though he didn't want me to take any more and he managed to slip into his white briefs without my getting another view of what looked to be a nice sized cock. Stopping to sit I noticed a few boys head off into the woods, figuring that they were going to piss but when they didn't come out until five minutes later I asked Kavi what was up. He smiled at me then gave me the universal gesture for jacking off. My eyebrows shot up and he laughed then explained to me. "The older boys, they get what you say, anxious. So they go off to a little place in the jungle and do that and when they come back they feeling better." Yeah well I could understand that. I asked if he'd ever gone there and he said he had, but that the little boys, boys without hairs weren't allowed unless an older boy invited them. He seemed a little embarrassed and I asked him why. "Well when one older boy invites you it's because he wants to jig jig, to have sex." "Wow. Can I ask what that means exactly" He told me that he's sucked boys cocks back there but that sometimes the older boys wanted to..." and here he used the universal hand gesture for fucking. "So some of the older boys fuck the younger boys?" He said yes but there were some unspoken rules. First of all there were no children younger than six allowed at the swimming place. They used the community swimming & bathing area below the village and were fully supervised. At the boys swimming area only boys nine years old or older could be fucked, the younger boys limited to sucking. No boy was forced to do anything however. He either offered his services or was invited by an older boy and if the younger boy didn't want to then that was okay because there were plenty of boys who were more than willing. He went on to say that Eshwar, his cousin who I met, had invited Kavi when he was eight years old. He said that he's sucked the then twelve year olds cock and had really enjoyed it, even when the older boy put his sperm in Kavi's mouth. Of course I wanted to know if he'd let any of the older boys fuck him and he smiled and nodded his head saying that he'd been fucked by three or four boys although not all at one time adding that he was looking forward to growing his hairs so that he could be with one of the younger boys I felt myself thicken at the idea of watching boys in any kind of sexual setting. "Do you think any of them would let me take photographs of them," and I used the universal gesture for jacking off. I couldn't imagine them allowing me to shoot them while they fucked a little boy. Kavi shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know, I ask Eshwar some time." I nodded my head and thanked him. While I wanted to spend all my time watching naked boys I didn't. Kavi took me all over the area which was quite beautiful. I shot plenty of pools and waterfalls, colorful birds and other wild animals, stunning flora, and just people going about the everyday business of living. Anytime things slowed down however my mind went back to the swimming area where I longed to be even though I knew that for much of the day there weren't but a few if any boys out there. My evening meal was taken in one of the many food stalls or sit down café type of eateries where I quickly became a regular. Later, sitting on my stoop with a beer I'd dump the day's shots into my laptop then edit and categorize them. Of course after that first day at the swimming area, I spent an inordinate amount of time that night pouring over those images and found myself getting quite hard as I viewed them and I fantasized about them doing all manner of nasty things with each other, or even themselves. In the early afternoon a few days later, after a morning of shooting village elders, Kavi asked if we could go to the river and of course I readily agreed. When we got there Kavi asked if he could go swimming and I told him to go ahead. "You can swim too Austin," he told me as he took his clothes off and laid them neatly on a rock. I questioned him about adults swimming there with the boys and he said that sometimes they did and that it was okay. "Besides you not that old you know," he added with what I thought was a bit of a leer, "I bet you look plenty good without you clothes on." By then he was stark naked and of course I took some pictures of him and of course he was more than happy and even proud that I did. I watched him head into the water then hollered at him and indicated I was walking down the beach and he nodded his head. As I walked quite a few boys waved to me or said hello as I passed. Some I recognized from the days before, some probably recognized me and others were just plain friendly. Their village of around 5,000 people didn't see tourists on a regular basis so I was a bit of a novelty. Kavi had told me that many of his friends were a little jealous, in a friendly way, of his position as my guide and not just for the money but just to be able to hang around with me. I snapped pictures as I went and like the day before boys were more than willing to pose. More than one actually went out of his way to get my attention so he could pose for me and that behavior wasn't restricted to the little boys either. I ran into Eshwar, Kavi's cousin, as he came out of the water and chatted with him while he peeled off his drenched underwear and toweled off. In front of us four boys began playing a game of tug of war with an old hunk of rope, three of them naked and of course my camera went to work. One side had apparently conspired to trick their opponents because they let go of the rope and the two boys fell onto the sand. They got up quickly and tackled their peers who were laughing so hard they didn't have time to get away or defend themselves. Eshwar offered up cheers to them to keep fighting, which they weren't of course, they were only wrestling. As with boys the world over in such a confrontation, the adversary's cock and balls were open season and none of them felt any resistance at going after such an open target. As their play wound down it was pretty clear that a couple of them had gotten aroused by the game, their cocks at about half stand. I kept snapping a few frames and neither boy seemed even remotely embarrassed or self conscious about my photographing them in such a state, in fact one of them thrust his hips out a little further. One of them chattered to the other then to Eshwar, who said to me, "They want to know if you want to photograph them while they take care of some business." Although I knew what he was talking about I had a questioning look on my face so he gave me the universal gesture and the other two boys laughed. One of them nodded his head to me and the two headed off to a trail so I followed. Eshwar elected to go along as well and I got pictures of both boys' butts as they walked the trail in front of me. After a dozen frames I asked Eshwar if there were any rules regarding my picture taking and he shook his head. "Boys no care, he said with a dismissing wave of his hand, "and if they do they tell you." I nodded my head. The hike wasn't long, about fifty yards into the jungle and ended in an open area about the size of an average sized living room. There were already two other boys there lying on their backs next to each other and slowly stroking their fully hard cocks. They seemed a little surprised to see me there but smiled and waved and one of them removed his hands from his body then pointed at his hard on. I raised the camera and shot. The other boy, not to be out done, held his dick upright using the edge of his hand as it rested in his pubic hair. Both boys looked to be fourteen or fifteen, each sporting about five six inches of dark skinned boy cock. While both boys' balls hung loosely between their thighs, one set was moderately furry while the other was much smoother. Both boys went back to their chore, slowly stroking themselves and watching as the newcomers, no pun intended, sat down on the mossy ground or a log and went about working their cocks into a full stand. Even Eshwar got into the action, nursing his cock into a very respectable six plus thick inches of teenage cock. Being uncut all of the boys worked the top part of their cocks, sliding their foreskins back and forth over sensitive swollen cock heads. Like boys I'd seen everywhere their other hands were busy at nipples, rubbing a belly or a pubic bone, gripping the inside of a thigh or fondling a sac of sperm makers, squeezing or tugging on the eggs. I'd had some interesting adventures in my short adult life but being present while a handful of teenage boys, all basically strangers, jacked off in front of me ranked right up there on the list of exciting experiences. And I documented all of it from the squeezing and tugging to the facial expressions as the boys responded to the intense feelings that tore though their teenaged bodies. Between the sounds of the shutter and the occasional noise of birds I could hear low moans and grunts from the group as they loved them selves. One of the boys who'd invited me didn't look much older than thirteen. He was a slender and very cute young thing, his cock maybe five inches long. His pubic patch was nothing more than some straight black strands at the base of his boyhood pride and joy and his balls, which seemed rather large in comparison, were completely smooth. I loved watching the way the eggs moved about in the soft loose skin of his sac as he slowly stroked his boner. While one hand worked at the top end of his cock using the finger thumb method the other was at the inside of his thigh, his fingers gently pulling at the loose skin at the bottom of his bag. I found it interesting that no matter what culture or even age, boys all over the world did pretty much the same things when they loved themselves. This boy was the first to cum and like all boys he announced his impending orgasm so the other boys could watch if they wanted to and of course they did. He slowed down then stopped stroking, keeping his foreskin down and his swollen and very red dick head exposed and a moment later was rewarded with two oozes of young sperm, the pearl white droplets making their entrance into the real world quickly before slowly sliding down over the rim and onto his thumb or fingers. The boy received praise from his peers as he wiped up his sperm and licked it from his fingers. The young cutie went back to jacking off, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head and sometimes dragging the fleshy nipple out to its full extension beyond the tip of his cock head which caused the residue of his sperm to ooze out in tiny drops which he also licked up. The next orgasm was from one of the two boys who were there before us. The boy announced it, we all watched and I had the camera ready and began shooting frames as he slowed down. Like the younger boy he kept his foreskin down for the shoot but kept on jacking off. The boys' eyes were closed but squinted, his mouth hung open and his face was slightly contorted as he experienced the wonderful mix of pleasure and excitement that is the teenage orgasm. His cum shot was spectacular. I got the entire thing on film from the emergence of his young sperm until it landed in a gooey streak that stretched from his neck to his dark brown nipples and the three more squirts that got almost the same amount of distance but not quite. The kid definitely made a load of cum. I was watching his panting body as he relaxed into post orgasmic bliss, his flat belly continuing to constrict as things wound down when another voice announced yet another penile eruption. Eshwar was up on one elbow with his eyes glued to his right hand and the end of his cock protruding from his fist. His low hung balls moved up and down with the fairly rapid motion of his hand then things slowed down. "Aaahhggggg," he grunted then stopped jacking his cock, his hand in the down position. He was holding it tight too, the red head almost quivering and his piss slip pulled open, then he shot. Two thick jets of creamy white gooey boy goodness blasted out of his slit and nailed his left nipple before he went back to jacking off. His smooth face contorted as he continued to erupt, five more squirts of liquid that landed all over his heaving torso in sperm droplets before things slowed down. I didn't get to watch the rest of it because the last boy in the batch cried out and caught my attention. His cum shot wasn't nearly as spectacular as the other two boys nor was his cock but I got the pictures anyway. A boy cumming is a boy cumming and catching it on film should never be ignored. He managed 3 good squirts of sperm before his cock went into oozing mode, the gooey white stuff almost running out of his piss slit. The boys all laid around in a lazy mood typical of post orgasm. That feeling seemed to be more intense when one was outside and didn't have to clean up or do anything lest someone catch you. At least that was my sense of things when I was a boy involved in a nature pull. "It seems, how you say, more sexy feeling, more..." he seemed at a loss for words so I said "You mean it was more intense?" He nodded his head and grinned. "Yes, yes, more intense when doing it for a camera." All of the other boys agreed. "Ho Mr. Austin It looks like you find it intense too," one of the younger boys said with a grin and nodded his head at the front of my shorts which were very visibly tented. "We see? This spoken by one of the younglings. Naturally I hesitated because I wasn't sure of the protocol. "Jeez boys, I don't know," I responded, gently moving my head from side to side. "Why no? You see us, we see you." "If you are worried about trouble then no worry," Eshwar said as he gently fondled his heavy balls. "Deez boys here no tell no one," he said as he nodded his head toward his jack off crew. "No, Eshwar right, we no tell no one," another boy said. I shrugged my shoulders and handed to camera to Eshwar who took it as he sat up. I hooked my finger into the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down, freeing up 8 plus inches of cut man cock. The response was a great deal of chatter in their own language along with comments that I understood. "Iieee what a missile," one boy said. "Ho, that one he stretch both your hole," someone else said. "Bet he got plenty juices in his big eggs." The youngest boy, the first one to sperm, moved in and reached out to take hold of my cock and stroke it. "You want suck em Haresh," Eshwar asked and the younger boy nodded his head. "You let him suck," Eshwar asked me. The expression on my face showed my concern and once again Eshwar assured me that it was alright. I gave the kid the go ahead and he leaned forward and took me into his mouth and began to suckle. The other boys moved in around us to watch and slowly stroke cocks that had gone soft but were quickly changing direction. Eshwar got my attention, nodded at the camera and then my groin and I nodded my head. The boy took a series of picture then set the camera down and began to jack off in earnest. I have to say that the boy gave a great blow job. He alternated sucking and licking all over the head, licking my balls, then sucking some more. "You want on your face Haresh," a boy asked and my little cocksucker nodded his head. I asked for the camera and Eshwar handed it to me. "Haresh like shoot on his face," Eshwar said and a moment later the boy who first asked, shot his sperm onto the younger boys face. Haresh kept on sucking and a moment later a second boy shot. The hand that had been fondling my balls went between the boys' legs to work his raging young boner and I could hear soft moans coming from him. "For you Haresh," Eshwar groaned and began splattering the younger boys face with sperm. I wasn't exactly amazed at the amount of cum the boy made but I was certainly impressed. By his 3rd squirt the last boy began shooting from the other side and before it was over Haresh's smooth brown face was almost white. A second later I was ready to go and didn't bother to announce it I just began flooding the young teen's mouth with my sperm and there was a lot of it. Haresh couldn't swallow it all and it began leaking out around his lips. All of the rest of boys chattered about as the continued to nurse their young cocks. Haresh grunted and I knew that he was shooting his own sperm out onto the mossy ground. My cumming finally stopped and I gently pulled away from the boy, my cock bobbing in the air like a fishing pole or something. "Haresh you look like ice cream face," one boy commented while a second agreed with him. The third one suggested that perhaps I would allow him to suck me some day and I responded that I was fine with that. Haresh then asked if it were possible to see the pictures. I had never considered that the boys would want to see the finished product so was taken a bit by surprise. I gave the idea a moment's thought then said that would be fine that they could stop by the house I was renting sometime in the next few days if they wanted. When I asked if they knew where I lived Eshwar said that Kavi had told him. Most of the boys didn't seem to be all that excited but the youngest boy, Haresh as well as Eshwar were interested in seeing them. The boys cleaned up their mess with leaves then we all headed back to the beach, everyone chatting about how much fun the experience was. Haresh said that he'd like to do it again and got a round of agreement from his friends. As we walked out of the jungle onto the beach at river's edge one of the boys said, "Amol." Everyone sort of stopped and looked in the same direction. It was the boy that I'd seen passing me the day before and he was heading our way. "He so beautiful," Haresh said softly as though saying it any louder would make the apparition disappear. Dressed in the same fashion as the first time I'd seen him, all in white and with a towel draped over his shoulder, I agreed under my breath that Amol was indeed beautiful. He had the kind of looks that were magazine cover quality and as I looked at him it occurred to me that with makeup done correctly he could pass for a girl. We continued walking, Eshwar returned to his towel and the rest of the boys except Haresh went about their business. Amol's path took him right past us and I thought he was going to keep going but he stopped. "Aahh, the picture man," he said in perfect English that carried just a hint of a British accent. He extended his hand, "Amol." I took it and shaking it noticed that he had a moderate grip and like his posture it wasn't lacking in confidence in any way shape or form. "Austin," I said, adding, "Greenfield not Powers." Amol chuckled, a genuine response. "I really hated those films," he said, even when I was younger." I nodded in understanding since I wasn't a fan of the films or even Mike Meyers particularly. Up close Amol seemed even more beautiful. His face was as smooth as the day he was born, without the wrinkles however, and completely flawless. His cheekbones were slightly high but not necessarily enough to take away from the perfectly formed lips, slightly aquiline nose and magnificent eyes. I noticed what appeared to be flecks of gold in his irises and asked him about it. He told me I was very observant and he said it with a smile. "I'd like to get a picture, a photograph of your eyes." "Just my eyes?" he asked with a wry grin and a raised, thick black eyebrow. So, here was a kid that seemed much older than his years and I wondered just where he'd been, what he'd seen and done. "Well I'd be more than happy to photograph you to any degree that you would allow Amol," I told him. "How diplomatic Austin," he said, "as well as interesting. "Well, I'm going swimming so feel free to... snap away," he said as he waved his arm with a flair while quickly snapping his fingers in the air between us for emphasis. It was decidedly a very queer move and caused me to wonder which side of the street the boy played on. "We will speak again Austin," he added then turned and started walking down the beach. "What's his story, how old is he?" I asked Haresh as we both watch Amol walk away from us and stop some twenty feet away. "He's fourteen I think. His father is a wealthy businessman in Europe and his mother is from this village. They live in Europe most of the year but he and his mother come here for the summer months when Amol is out of the private school he goes to. He doesn't have much to do with most of us probably because he sees himself above us or something, I don't know. I would like to see him naked," I looked at the boy who looked back at me with a serious expression on his smooth young face, nodded his head toward Amol who was kicking off his sandals. "Watch," was all he said. Amol peeled his undershirt off, grasping it at the bottom cross handed and pulled it up over his head then hung it on a tree branch. From where I stood I could easily see that his body was well developed, a very visible crease from his chest to his waist. I took him up on his suggestion and shot a quick half dozen frames. I kept the camera to my eye and clicked as Amol untied the drawstring on the blousy white cotton pants he was wearing and shoved them down. I lowered the camera to make sure of what I thought I saw but he was bent over and lifting a foot to pull the leg of the pants off. He then stood upright, bent one leg up and pulled that pant leg off and stood upright to hang the pants on the tree branch along with his shirt, facing us as he did so. I was then sure that what I'd seen wasn't a figment of my imagination and adjusted the camera lens so that Amol filled the view finder and shot another rapid series of photos. He had kept up his white theme in underwear as well and was wearing a pair of Hilfiger wrestling briefs and it was very clear that he needed the extra space. It seemed apparent that Amol had put the underwear on just before coming out to the river for they appeared to fit his body like a glove albeit a glove with a very large finger. Judging from what I was looking at it appeared that the boy probably owned the biggest cock I'd ever seen, other than in porno pictures or movies. The bulge of him extended down into the leg of his underwear almost to the bottom hem of the thin cotton fabric. I couldn't tell for sure but I expected that like most Europeans as well as the local boys that Amol retained all that he was born with. Not only did it seem long, it was thick and I imagined that when hard the thing probably extended well past his flat belly button. He stretched then looked straight into the camera before turning and walking toward the river. I got a number of images of his underwear clad butt and like the rest of him it appeared to be glorious. "See what I mean," Haresh said. "No one I know ever seen him naked but every boy wants to. Some want to be with him too." I looked back at Haresh with a raised eyebrow. "Does that include you?" I asked the boy. He nodded his head. I glanced down and saw that he was fondling himself and although he had underwear on it did seem that he was either hard or getting there. "Keep doing that," I said nodding at his crotch, "and the thing is gonna spit in your underwear." He laughed then said that was the idea. He turned and headed back toward the trail to the jack off area. "Want come and help me," he said quietly over his shoulder. As tempting as the idea was I didn't want to press my luck. Jails in third world countries were reportedly no fun at all, not that jails in any other part of the world were. I told him I'd take a rain check, which of course he didn't understand so turned and kept going. I wandered over to where Eshwar was lying with his eyes closed and hunkered down a few feet from him. I snapped a few pictures of various boys and after a few minutes he spoke. "So, you met the long lost Amol, beauty of the continent." I didn't answer because the boy knew that Amol had stopped and talked with me. "What did you think of him?" Eshwar asked. I thought for a moment then said that he seemed nice enough, polite, well educated and articulate. I had to explain the last word to Eshwar. "That boy be all that and more," Eshwar admitted, "and on top of all that he looks like he has a horses' cock between his legs, which I'm sure you were aware of." I was a little surprised at Eshwar's sudden command of English but paid it no mind. "I noticed." "Hard not to," the teen replied. "Nobody has seen him naked but everyone wants to." "That's what Haresh told me." Eshwar finally opened an eye and looked at me. "That boy is dying to see what Amol has in his pants. He likes looking between boy's legs and now that he has tasted yours I will bet that he wants more. I explained the brief interaction with Haresh as he was leaving to go take care of business. Eshwar asked me why I didn't go with him since I obviously like boys and I told him I still had some fear and concerns. Again he waved his hand dismissively. "Like I said before, no one around here cares. Most boys play around with each other and some like to play with men. Most grow out of it but it still no matter. I bet plenty boys here want to play with you. They don't see white men all that much so they curious," he paused a moment then went on, "even me." He had lapsed back into broken English. I was looking at the water and noticed that Amol was coming back ashore so raised the camera and focused in on him. As he came out of the water his underwear was plastered to his body and of course that meant that his dick was fully outlined. Sweet fucking baby Jesus that kid was hung. I held the shoot button down and got a series of a dozen images which would show like stills from a video. Amol stopped to squeeze the water out of his underwear then raised his head and continued to walk to shore. He saw me, smiled and waved and kept going until he got to his towel. I couldn't help but walk over to him. "Enjoy your swim?" I asked, trying to focus my attention on his face and not at the outline of the snake in his briefs. "I did thank you. Did you enjoy getting some pictures?" "You have no idea." He smiled knowingly then said softly, "Oh I think that I do." He held the towel against his underwear and gently squeezed his cock then looked me in the eye. "Perhaps you'd like to take more pictures of me. In a more private setting that is." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Are you sure about that Amol?" He nodded his head. "I'm sure about everything I do. My father instilled that in me." When I asked him when and where he said, "I'll let you know. Perhaps we could do some at the house you're staying at. Meanwhile I'll think of some other... more secluded places." I began to tell him where I was staying but he stopped me. "I know where you live." When I raised an eyebrow he went on to explain, "It's no mystery, besides I live in the big house right down the street from you." There was only one big house anywhere near me and it was more than big. It was a walled and gated estate and I'd wondered who in that small town had the wherewithal to afford such a home. Now I knew. "I'll see you later then," he said and proceeded to lay out his towel in preparation for lying down and drying off. Clearly I was being dismissed so I went back to where Eshwar was laying. At that moment Kavi sauntered up so I bid Eshwar goodbye and stood up. As I turned to leave with Kavi the older teen said, "Don't forget what I say." Kavi was curious as to what that was all about so I told him about the interaction with the boys and more about Haresh. Kavi said that his cousin was correct. Nobody cared much; most boys did mess around with each other and sometimes with men older than me. "Haresh really like other boys and I think he want to do things with you. Lots of boys do you know, even the little ones" I was quite surprised at that but he went on to reiterate what his cousin had said; I was white and many children in their village had little to no interaction with whites so I was a curiosity. "So maybe you go swimming with us sometime yes?" Later that evening I was going through the days shots when there was a light rap at the front door. I wondered who it was; hoping like you wouldn't believe that it was Amol. It wasn't but that was okay because I opened the door to see Haresh standing there.