Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2015 15:09:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Photographing Boys II "I can look at pictures?" he asked with a toothy grin. I welcomed him in and directed him to the small sofa in front of the coffee table where the laptop was set up. The folder for that day was already set up along with a sub file of the jack off session. While I had other pictures of the boy he had been the first to cum so a majority of his images were at the beginning. He smiled and told me that having me there and taking pictures had made it one of the best times he'd had while masturbating. "That Ranjan he lots qaey, and far lagna eh," he said using the words for spew and to shoot. Haresh commented at the images of the second boy that had cum, the boy with the spectacular ejaculation. The photos documented his jets of sperm as they exited his dick, as they flew in the air and after they hit. Well, the first one any way. I still had quite a bit of the rest of his sperming. When we got to Eshwar Haresh commented, "Oh, his thaeli, his sac hang so low, his gola (balls) so big." Haresh's voice had gotten lower and a little deeper and when I looked at him I saw that he had a hand up the leg of his loose fitting shorts and seemed to be playing with himself. He smiled at me. "It make me hard again looking at these pictures Mr. Austin." Well it made me start to firm up a little knowing that he was getting hard and of course my brain took a quick trip down memory lane to that afternoon's comments by the boy as he headed back up the jack off trail and then to what Kavi had told me later about the boy. "I understand Haresh, it's kind of exciting huh?" He nodded his head then sat back against the sofa and fiddled a little bit then pulled his cock out of the leg of his shorts. He appeared to be fully hard, the reddened tip of his cock head sticking out of his dark foreskin. "You like take pictures? Watch me karna," the word for beat. I sure as hell did and picked the camera up from where it was sitting on the table. I stood up, focused and shot a few frames. Haresh took the initiative and raised his slender little butt up off the sofa and tugged his shorts down to his knees. The boy had come prepared by not wearing underwear but then he might have only a few pair. He pulled his t-shirt up out of the way to fully expose his flat tummy and all that made him a boy. Haresh's cock rested against his belly, his smooth balls hung loosely between his thighs. Although not nearly as large as Eshwar's the young boy's nuts were a joy to look at and small enough to suck on easily. I shot some images then shot more as the boy pulled his dick up a little bit then let it smack back against his belly a couple of times. He held it upright, slid his foreskin back and forth a few times, alternating between looking at the camera lens and then at his boyhood pride and joy. "You getting hard Mr. Austin," he said in a husky voice, a statement and not a question. Indeed I was. Despite my twenty seven years I still got turned on quite easily by naked teenage boys, especially when they were in the state that Haresh was in. I had been wearing a pair of very loose fitting cotton shorts that I affected when I was in the house for the evening and without underwear my erection was impossible to miss. "Yes I am Haresh, you're a very hot boy and I love seeing you like this," I said, looking him directly in his dark eyes. "I want to see it again, your big cock," he said in a soft voice. I didn't move for a moment and he said, "Please." I set the camera on the coffee table, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down allowing raging hard cock to poke out and greet the boy. I shoved the shorts to the floor and stepped out of them while tugging my t-shirt off then stood naked in front of the boy whose already large eyes had gotten larger despite having seen me earlier in the day. I've always had a fairly nice body having inherited from both parents. A high metabolic rate, good eating practices and exercise had kept my seventy inch frame around a hundred eighty pounds. I wasn't a hairy guy either, the moss being relegated to the same places that most sixteen year olds would likely have it. I tended to keep my dark brown pubic bush neatly trimmed as well as a fairly heavy sac of balls and all points south or north depending on how one views such things. My cock wasn't overly thick nor was it thin but regardless, the blue veins were quite visible and my nuts hung loosely, especially in the hotter climates. Haresh all but stared then kicked off his sandals and shorts, pulled off his t-shirt and stood up, his boner bouncing as he did it. He came over to me and took hold of my dick and stroked me and in return I took hold of his raging hard cock and stroked him. "I like very much sucking your big cock today Mr. Austin. Can I suck you again?" he asked and I nodded my head. He plopped his bare butt down on the coffee table, a sturdy wooden thing, pulled my stone hard dick down to the level of his mouth and took me inside. Clearly I was larger than anyone he's sucked so far in his young life but once again Haresh did a very commendable job. He held onto my dick and bobbed his head to and fro taking four to five inches at a time into the warmth of his small mouth. He used one hand to stroke me a little bit while the other alternated between resting on my hips and fondling my balls, gently squeezing and tugging on the sac of eggs. Low moans came from the boy's throat indicating that he did indeed love sucking cock. He removed my dick from his mouth about every two minutes and go about licking the head from slit to rim. The boy even licked on my balls a little bit and surprised me by kissing them. I was pretty sure that what I had was a young gay boy and made a mental note to discuss that possibility at some point in time when weren't so engrossed in what we were doing. Haresh finally stopped, saying that his mouth got sore so I dropped down onto my knees and put my face in his lap, drawing in the sweet musky fragrance of a maturing teen aged boy. I took hold of his cock with thumb and forefinger and pulled it away from his belly. His foreskin was only partially retracted, the opening shiny and wet from his leaking precum. I licked him clean then pulled the loose skin down all the way and cleaned the rest of his red swollen cock head with my tongue before taking his entire cock into my mouth and throat. "Ooohhh," he moaned. I bobbed my head in his crotch and like any boy he spread his legs out to give me better access to his body, leaning backward and resting on the flat of his hands. I played with his smooth balls a little as I suckled him and finally moved my head down there and licked the orbs. I moved the bag around with my tongue, loving the feel and texture of the soft skin, working my tongue into the crease between his sac and the crease of his thigh eliciting some wiggle and giggle. Haresh finally lay backwards on the table and brought his feet to rest on the lip of it. I held his nut sac in my fingers then sucked one of the small eggs into my mouth and moved it around then pulled gently which got me an even louder moan. So, the boy liked to have his balls pulled on. Personally I didn't care for it but I'd known plenty of boys and men who did, some of them liking a very firm tug that took them to the edge of pain. "Are you clean down here Haresh?" I asked the boy. He certainly smelled fairly fresh and while there was the fragrance of growing boy and a very slight remnant of a soapy smell I didn't detect anything else. "I wash at home after the beach," he said in a husky voice. I took the plunge and had him pull his legs back and gazed for a moment at the dark puckered muscle of his inner core. There wasn't a hair in sight as I leaned in for a closer look and inhaled deeply. Looked safe, smelled safe and a quick dart of my tongue indicated that the boy indeed was clean. Haresh helped me out by pulling his legs all the way back to his head which rolled him slightly onto his mid back and raised his asshole so that it was truly pointing at me. I put a hand on each cheek and opened him even wider and went to town. I licked and slurped the entire area from his wrinkled muscle up to the underside of his balls. I worked at his hole, pushing the tip of my tongue against it as if trying to worm my way inside of him. All the while the cute young teen was moaning loudly and spurring me on. I loved giving a young boy's asshole a tongue bath, especially one like Haresh who was cute as hell and just barely into puberty and so hot for sex. The feelings that roared through a boy's body at that age were incredible and judging from the sounds he was making, Haresh was no different. I'd also found that it was a very good prelude to actually fucking a boy, that some boys made the decision to be fucked as a result of a great rim job, I gave a very good rim job. "Mr. Austin," the boy said after about three solid minutes of having his tight little hole mauled by my tongue, "You want to fuck me. I really want your cock in butt bad." Well there it was; the request. "Yes Haresh, I would love to fuck you. Are you sure that's what you want?" I learned long ago that generally, when a boy said he wanted to be fucked he knew what he was doing. However, this was a different part of the world, so I felt compelled to ask. Haresh assured me in no uncertain terms that was what he wanted. "From when I first saw you I knew I wanted you and seeing your cock made me much more so. I want you in my hole with your cock." I nodded my head as I reached over and grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion that really was lube. I kept it out by the laptop for the obvious reasons and prior to his arrival I'd never had visitors. I always carried it in my camera bag as well, just in case, and of course if anyone saw it they wouldn't give it a second glance since it was clearly a bottle of suntan lotion. I got some on his hole and worked some inside the tight muscle before slathering my salivating cock. I slipped a finger inside of Haresh's body and slowly finger fucked him, aiming for his prostate. For added heat building I leaned in and licked at his balls and between those two actions the boy was all but begging for me to fuck him before the minute was out. The coffee table was a good workable height for me. I had considered fucking him from a kneeling position but considered the angle of his puckered hole I stood up and bent my knees some and guided my cock to the target. My finger was still working at keeping his heat level up and as I got in close I slipped my finger out of the boy and inserted my cock head in its place. "Ouch Mr. Austin, wait please," the boy moaned so I stopped, wondering how long it would take because my knees were still bent and I wasn't quite sure just how long I could stand there like that. Turned out it wasn't all that long before Haresh told me to go ahead and put it all the way inside of him. I slowly slipped inside of him and at the same time leaned forward to put my hands on the table behind his legs, effectively holding them back for him. I moved into him slowly both for his sake and mine. I loved entering a boy and savored the feeling as my cock buried itself inside of his tight warm cock chute. I finally bottomed out, my fuzz touching his skin and my balls hanging against his butt. "You bigger than Eshwar," the boy said. So Haresh wasn't a virgin, not that I expected him to be. I thought for a moment about what it would be like getting a series of images of the two of them together but moved that image from my brain quickly. There I was, bent over with my cock as far into a cute teenage boy's ass as it could possibly go. I had a boy to fuck and could dwell on the other stuff later. I pulled out of him slowly, stopping about half way, then going back inside. After a half dozen such trips I was into a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out of him before plunging back down to bury myself in the tight confines of Haresh's' thirteen year old ass. His eyes were closed, his breathing coming deep as I loved him. His hands went to my shoulders, then to my back, pulling and pushing in tandem with my movements. The boy was moaning and grunting, especially when I drove my cock back down into him, filling his bowels with everything that I had to offer. "You gonna make me cum soon Mr. Austin," Haresh groaned out after about four minutes. I wanted to make it last longer so I stopped. "Let me move you to the sofa sweet boy," I said, "So I can give you a good proper fucking that a boy deserves." He grinned at me, his eyes all but closed in lust, and nodded his head. I told him to put his arms around my neck, which he did, as his legs around my waist, which he also did. I reached under his tender little brown butt and started to lift him up. He tightened his grip on me and I slipped the other hand around his neck and got him up off of the table. I stood up with the boy and held him for just a moment, admiring how fucking cute he was. Since our faces were so close I couldn't help but move forward and kiss him on the lips, seeing a look of surprise when I pulled my head back. "I never been kissed before Mr. Austin. Why you did that?" "Because I like kissing. Did you like it?" He nodded his head so I leaned in and kissed him again, this time staying longer and moving my lips a little bit. Haresh responded by tightening the arms around my neck and moving his lips against mine. "I do like it," he said when we broke apart, "I must try to do it more but I think most boys no like em". "Well, I'll kiss you all you want Haresh but for right now let's get you good and fucked." I moved around the table then gently pushed it farther out then put on knee on the sofa while the other stayed on the floor then laid the boy down. With a little bit of maneuvering I got one of the boys' legs up against my shoulder and the other hanging off the front of the sofa. "Is this comfortable for you sweet baby boy?" Haresh nodded his head so I began the process, slowly pulling out of him then sliding back inside. The boy was tight as a drum and the feeling radiating outward from cock were incredible. I watched his face as I fucked him. Haresh had his eyes closed as if trying to focus on what was happening to his body by blocking out one of his senses. I watched the feelings that were shooting through his young body play out on his smooth brown face. I saw him relax then scrunch his face up in that unmistakable expression of pain and pleasure mixed. His mouth hung open for a moment then closed, then his pink tongue licked at his full brown lips. I picked up speed and alternated my position by going into him from the sides or lowering my ass so that I grazed more against the top of his hole instead of being more centered. A few times I stayed buried inside of him and moved my ass around in circles, all the while eliciting more moans and groans. Haresh began breathing heavier and faster. After a solid 5 minutes of my cock sliding in and out of his ass the boy finally reached his peak. "I squirt soon, I cum soon," he said, his voice the sound of someone who was out of breath. The words had no sooner come out of his mouth before he all but screamed. I felt his asshole constrict against my shaft and looked down between us to see the fruit of our labor slide out of his raging boner. I let myself go, no longer holding back my own orgasm. "I cumming Haresh," I panted, "Oh fuck baby." Mine was a very powerful orgasm, jet after thick jet of sperm blasting out of me to begin a short lived life inside of Haresh's body. I continued to fuck him, continued to drive my cock into him from every conceivable angle in order to create a variety of feelings for both of us. It was pretty goddamn fantastic to say the least. As always the feelings died away and as always, it was sooner than either of us wanted. We stayed there panting for a solid minute before I told Haresh to put his arms around my neck and wrap his legs around my waist. When he did I told him to hold on then picked the boy up and turned around, sitting down with him in my lap, his lightweight body impaled on my cock. I had one hand on his back and the other on his slender butt as we both wiggled and squirmed to get into a position that was mostly comfortable for both of us. "Mr. Austin you give one good fuck," he said with a small satisfied smile on his cute smooth dark face. "Dat best fucking I ever have." "You are a fantastic lover Haresh," I told him. "Fucking you was amazing. I leaned forward and kissed him again. I rubbed my hands up and down his back and for his part he slid his own hand down underneath his butt and felt where my cock went into his body the further down he felt my balls. I loved having the boy in my lap but I wanted him in my bed. I wanted to keep my cock inserted into his tight little ass for a while and then, hopefully, have his teenage cock shoved into mine. I love having a young teen fuck me as much as I like fucking young teens. They can be such intense lovers and their feelings seem to transfer to me, enhancing my own feelings. I reached down and took hold of his cock, the five plus inches of boy dick still at a rigid stand between us. "Can you stay the night with me Haresh?" He shook his head and looked at the cheap plastic banded watch on his left wrist. `I cannot. It would not be good to be seen leaving your house in the morning light. People talk, yes. Coming and going in the day or early evening like this is okay, the other is not. Could bring you trouble." I was disappointed but understood. One could break conventional rules from time to time but flaunting them wasn't acceptable in most cultures. "How long can you stay?' I asked him. He smiled. "Long for you to fuck me one more time." With that the boy started to move in my lap, first by wiggling and then by moving up and down on my cock. Haresh knew what to do and began doing it. Using his hand for balance and his legs for power he began rising and falling on my cock. I reached out and took hold of his cock and began jacking him off as he fucked me. He used one hand and reached behind him again and felt my balls, cupping the large smooth shaven eggs. He let his fingers roam upward and felt around his hole and touched them to my cock, feeling it slide in and out of his body. Whether the boy knew what he was doing because of experience or simply because he let Mother Nature guide him I don't know. Regardless, he moved his ass from side to side. He undulated his hips against mine, he leaned backwards some, pulling my cock downward against its natural positioning, all the while moaning and licking his lips, his eyes half closed in lust. Haresh finally started moving faster and I knew that his sperming was close at hand. He began mumbling in his birth language along with sharp inhalations of breath as feeling spiked in his young teenage body. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against mine and kissed me deeply. He backed off did it again and forced his tongue into my mouth, although I doubt that forced is an accurate word. I could hear him moan as we fucked and kissed. He finally pulled his mouth away but let his forehead rest against mine. His breathing became quite fast, the moans became louder as did the involuntary gasps. I thought to myself that he couldn't possibly last much longer. That thought had no sooner gone through my brain before I felt his dick thicken and watched as a glob of sperm oozed out and slid down onto my thumb, all accompanied by a groan from the boy. I felt his asshole constrict against me but unlike the last time I wasn't that close to my own orgasm. I put both hands on his narrow little ass and pulled him to me, jamming my cock upward to fuck him but still I knew it would take time so I stopped. "You no squirt stuff Mr. Austin?" he asked and I shook my head. "It takes a little longer for a man than it does a boy Haresh." "I like see you squirt then." I nodded my head and without much preamble the boy rose up and pulled his body from my cock. He moved farther out toward my knees and took hold of my cock while I licked his sperm from my thumb. "You so big. I love your cock." he proceeded to jack me off, focusing totally at the job at hand, so to speak. I rubbed my hand up and down on his smooth legs, then onto his back then came forward to feel up his smooth balls and now softening cock. "Here it comes Haresh, go a little faster." The boy knew what to do and a moment later I groaned and shot. The first jet ended up on my chest but the rest of them mostly just popped out and landed on my lower belly or oozed out and down over Haresh's small hand. "You make lotta stuff Mr. Austin, like Eshwar and some of the other boys." He continued to stroke me until the show was completely over. "My butt leaking on your carpet I think," he said and moved out of the way to reveal a damp spot on the rug beneath where he'd been sitting. I suggested a shower and he nodded his head so we adjourned to the bathroom. The bathroom was all inclusive, the shower fixtures next to the sink with no curtain or other construction that separated it from the rest of the room. We went about doing the cleaning process while Haresh commented on what we'd done, how fun it had been, and how he hoped we could to it some more. I was more than happy with that and told him so but that it would depend on my schedule. "And you might mean being with other boys too," he said knowingly. I must have had a puzzled look on my face and he explained that he knew at least four boys that wanted to be with me and that was just the older boys. He figured a few of the younger boys did too. Apparently I was a hot commodity. We finished the process, dried off and went back to the living room where Haresh got his clothes back on. He said that he wished that he could stay and have me fuck him all night long which I thought was a pretty interesting concept for a thirteen year old. "Maybe another time, yes?" he asked and I nodded my head. At that he rose on his toes with his head pointed upward. I lowered my own head and touched my lips to his and received a warm and tender kiss from the boy. He pulled away then reached out and squeezed my cock a few times. "You be good boy. I come back for you," he said to my dick as though talking to a dog or a child. He then hugged me and headed out the door. I put my shorts back on and went into the small kitchen and snagged a beer from the fridge then returned to the work that Haresh had interrupted, not that I was complaining. There was a soft rap on the front door less than five minutes later. I smiled to myself in the belief that my young lover had changed his mind. I opened the door quickly and did a sweeping bow. "Come in Har..." and stopped cold. It wasn't Haresh standing on my front porch. It was Amol! "May I come in?" Amol asked "Yes of course," I said, closing the door once he was inside then stepped over to the sofa, offering him a seat. Amol was dressed much as he had been when I'd seen him before except that he'd changed the t-shirt for a blousier long sleeved shirt that was belled at the cuff. "I waited until your friend left," he said. "I don't want any of the other boys to know that I'm here or what we talk about, or whatever arrangements we make between us. Besides," he said with a wry smile, "I didn't want to impinge on your private moments." Clearly the beautiful young thing assumed that I was having sex with Haresh. That was fine with me. "Well thank you for your consideration Amol. Any... arrangements as you put it... between you and I most certainly would be kept in confidence. There's no reason why anyone else need to know our business no matter what it is." He nodded his head. "Well I have been thinking of doing some modeling for some time now but not only do I not know anyone in Europe who could do it, I don't trust anyone either. Then there's the fact that anything I do must be kept confidential." I nodded my head. I had a couple of questions and since the boy didn't go on I asked them. "Okay fair enough. First of all what do you have in mind?" I really wanted to know the why of it but that honestly, it wasn't any of my business. He said that he would explain that if we came to an agreement. I nodded my head and asked, "Why me?" "I hope you don't get offended but I've been watching you for a couple of days and I like what you are doing and how you do it. You appear to be gentle, respectful, and not pushy in any way with any of the locals." He'd also heard the other boys talking, although they didn't talk to Amol personally, and they'd accepted me into their circle and rather enjoyed being photographed. "Even," he added, "during their private time." Clearly he was talking about the jack off session that I'd been allowed to be present for. "So part of what I would need from you Austin is a promise that I have total control of any images that you take of me during our sessions. I can't allow any photos out that I don't approve of regardless of how innocent they seem or otherwise and that includes those you've taken of me so far at the river." I nodded my head in understanding and agreement. "I've had plenty of requests as well as offers to be photographed and I've always refused for the reasons I just stated but I'm actually sort of interested in having it done, you know what I mean?" I nodded my head again. "I'm not unaware of my looks. I know that I rank at the upper levels of the competition in terms of beauty and I'm not being conceited, just honest. God knows I've heard it often enough. Then there's the matter of my...endowment and I'm sure you know what I'm talking about." I nodded my head. Lying to the boy or pretending that I didn't know what he was talking about would likely end any further discussion. "After my first year of physical education at school I was allowed to drop it due to a supposed medical problem but the fact is that at eleven years old I was developed more like a thirteen or fourteen year old boy. It was becoming a topic of discussion and you would be amazed at the number of people who were interested in seeing me naked." Actually I wouldn't have been surprised at all but I didn't say anything. "I know that I'm the talk of the boys on the river but I'm sort of used to it. I got it last year and the years before that when I was home for the summer. But I also get it in London. Most of the boys here give me a fairly wide berth and I know it's because they believe that I think I'm better than they are but the truth is I don't do well with strangers and I think I intimidate the boys. I'm leagues ahead of them in education as well as intelligence and experience in the world. Again, I'm not being conceited, it's just a fact. I think too that I frighten them a little bit because of how I look, how I talk, the fact that my family is very wealthy. As you know social level is very important here. So, I think it's actually more that they view me as being superior to them as opposed to the other way around." He shrugged his shoulders. "But that's the way it goes. I deal with it." Again I nodded my head. I figured that Amol was processing as much as anything else. I doubted that he had the opportunity to have this sort of discussion very often if at all. "Well I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't curious Amol. Yes you are one of the most striking boys I've ever laid eyes on and I've laid eyes on a great many. And yes, I'm as curious as the next guy about how you look in the basement. The pictures I have certainly peak one's interest." He smiled and said "Speaking of the pictures; may I see them please?" I nodded my head then moved next to the gorgeous boy and went to the folder on my laptop that had his images in it. When I came to the one of him coming out of the water, the one that fully outlined his pride and joy he sort of sighed. "May I have your word that these won't be shown to anyone?" I nodded my head and gave my word. "So," he said, leaning back on the sofa, "tell me about you and your interest in photography. And I mean the whole story. Don't leave anything out." "That could take a while Amol." "We have all night," he responded. That certainly peaked my interest but I chose not to comment or to ask. I did however ask Amol if he wanted a soda or bottled water to which he answered water. I went to the kitchen and brought back 2 bottles of water, handed one to the amazingly beautiful boy then sat back and started my story.