Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2016 04:34:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Photographing Boys V

Watching Amol undress was almost as erotic as seeing him fully naked and
young boy hard...almost. Once his briefs cleared his butt he relaxed on the
sofa, pulled his knees up and slid the white cotton fabric down to his
ankles and off, letting them drop on the floor. He then lowered his feet
and leaned back against the sofa. Sweet baby Jesus he was a sight to
behold, his cock reaching beyond his flat belly button, the partially
exposed pink-ish head a contrast to the rest of his coloring as it rested
against his brown upper belly. Using two fingers and a thumb he retracted
his dusky foreskin and slid it back over the swollen head a few times.

After watching himself for a second Amol then focused on my dick but,
respectable though it was, it still didn't compare to his. I used a full
hand grip and gave myself a stroke or three but my hand really wanted to be
wrapped around Amol's staggering pole.

"Tell me that someday you're gonna let me have my way with you," I told
him, electing to take my eyes of off his magnificent cock and look into his
big dark eyes. He laughed then said,

"Oh I think someday we'll get there Austin, in fact I'm quite sure of it,
just not today." Well sharing an intimate moment with him was certainly a
start.

"Photos?" I asked and he nodded his head. I snapped up the camera and took
a variety of images of him holding his boyhood pride and joy as well as
letting is just rest against his flat and well defined torso. In some
photos he was looking at his dick and other he was looking at the camera
and some of those had such a sultry look that I was beginning to think the
boy was a natural.

"You ever suck that thing?" I asked.

"Of course, what boy wouldn't and I am after all a typically horny fourteen
year old boy with the emphasis on horny cuz I'm not typical." With that he
held his dick upright and leaned forward to lick up his oozing precum then
took the head and a couple inches of the shaft into his mouth. I captured
it all on film.

"Come, sit back down Austin. You'll have plenty of time for picture taking
later. I did as he asked and we both got down to the business of jacking
off. Amol liked pulling on his heavy balls as much as any boy I'd seen and
like many uncut boys and men I'd seen or been with he used his foreskin for
increased sensitivity, sliding it back and forth over his cock head.

When I sat back down I'd chosen to sit closer to Amol so it gave both of us
easy visual access to the other and we both utilized the close proximity to
the fullest. Amol wasn't actually tugging on his nuts but the loose skin
that held them. I loved watching the large eggs as they moved every so
slightly with his tugging motion. As he got closer to his orgasm he moved
his hand down into a full grip position which caused his balls to move even
more which caused the sac to move like a bedcover with his feet moving
around beneath it. He'd kept his foreskin fully retracted when he changed
position on his foot long so that when he finally came the shot wasn't
obstructed in any way.

Amol picked up speed, his other hand alternated between rubbing and
gripping his inner thigh right next to his balls and fingering his boy bag.

""Here it is Austin, just for you," he groaned out as he slowed his
pace. The first volley was literally a stream of white that hit him just
under the chin, mostly because his head had been thrown back. Otherwise it
would have got him on the chin and probably on his lips. After that his
hose spurted another five jets of sperm that landed on his neck and chest
before slowing down into a mode that mostly oozed the gooey stuff out onto
his panting belly. Once again, Amol did not disappoint me.

"Do you mind," I asked then reached over and wiped up a bunch of his cum
and used it for lube, concentrating on my own sensitive, swollen head. Amol
watched me raptly as he continued to slow stroke his cock and it didn't
take long before my own climax sent an equal amount of cum out onto my own
upper belly in large gooey globs.

"Nice," the boy said after it was done. I lay there doing what he had done,
slowly stroking and fondling myself. "I think another shower is in order,
what do you think?" he asked. I nodded my head and said I needed a minute
to get back to normal. After the shower we grabbed some snack stuff and
fresh water from the kitchen then returned to the living room and my story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night we boys all slept up in the hayloft of the
barn. The second story loading door was open and provided enough light from
the yard light on the pole outside but not enough to take any
pictures. That didn't matter because it hadn't occurred to me to bring my
flash and the camera I was using didn't have one built in. I would learn
from that mistake and never leave home without one again be it attached or
built in. It didn't really matter much as all of us were pretty tuckered
out from our day on the farm and while we all slept naked it was as much to
get relief from the heat as any other reasons.

We spread a bunch of blankets out and lay down with our pillows, me and
Jacob together with Jessie and Mark next to us. We snuggled in close to our
partners and Jacob asked me,

"Do you mind if I kiss you Austin?" Well I didn't mind at all. Since Mark
and Jessie had kissed the day before and Jessie had kissed me in the alley,
I'd wondered what it would be like to kiss another boy with more meaning
than just a peck on the lips. So I told Jacob that I thought I'd like that
especially since Mark and Jessie were already giving each other little
smooches. After some prolonged kissing which of course produced boners for
all of us I snuggled up in Jacob's arms and found out what it was like to
be held and cuddled, especially by a strong boy. I liked it. Jessie told me
the next day that he had like it too.

I woke to the roosters crowing but since it was only about four I drifted
back to sleep and didn't wake until the grandpa hollered up at us that it
was time for breakfast and what a breakfast it was. Bacon, sausage, eggs to
order, fresh made biscuits and sausage gravy or homemade blackberry or
strawberry jam, and fried potatoes. Juices were orange or apple, milk was
an option as was coffee if we wanted it.

Work that day was mostly about wood for the house. Every winter there were
blow downs or other trees that their grandpa dropped and bucked up and left
in a pile to season. Our job was to take the old farm truck out and bring
the wood back, toss it onto the pile and start splitting it. Jacob got to
drive, which looked like fun, and he did a lot of the splitting cuz he was
the strongest. The rest of us got to give it try and did okay on the
smaller pieces but anything over about10 inches in diameter was left to
Jacob. There was lots of grab assing and sexual joking around which was
always followed by threats of what was going to happen when we went down to
the river that afternoon. Lunch was chicken baked in butter with Chinese
egg noodles. When done, the chicken was put on a platter and much of the
grease drained from the pan then the egg noodles were tossed in and mixed
with what was left. More baking powder biscuits with fresh baked custard
pie topped that off and all of us were stuffed to the gills.

"You boys oughta just go down to the river and nap cuz I'm not gonna get a
lick of work out of you now," grandpa said with a wizened chuckle. He was
damn sure right about that because we were all moaning and groaning and
holding our bellies. He let Jacob drive us down in the farm truck with
directions to bring it back full of wood when we were done resting. We left
the truck and hiked into the grassy spot where we'd had the orgy the day
before and wasted no time getting naked and lying in the sun. The next
thing I remember was,

"Well look at you lazy asses. I was hoping to catch you all fuckin or
something." I opened my eyes to see Lonnie standing there in cutoffs
without a shirt on. Standing along side of him, staring at our bodies, was
an adorably cute boy. A few days before I might have covered myself up in
front of a stranger even if he was with someone I knew and had been naked
with. At this stage, I didn't care and neither did the other boys.

"So where's Curtis?" Jacob asked.

"Had to go into town to start football practice. This is Oliver. He's
cool." With that Lonnie shucked out of his cutoffs, underwear and
all. Oliver was slower but followed suit and when he was naked we all
understood his reluctance. He didn't have a single hair that I could see
and he was about half way hard but he had a really nice dick for a small
guy. None of us except Jacob was really all that tall or big, five foot two
or three at the most. Oliver was shorter but his dick was bigger than
everyone's except Jacob. Somewhat thin, I would see it later after he'd cum
a few times and it got soft, it arched away from his body but still hung
way below his balls.

"Nice cock Oliver," Mark commented. The boy blushed and thanked
Marky. Lonnie made the introductions all around and both boys joined us
sitting on the mossy grass. He wanted to know if we did anything after he
and Curtis left the day before and we all shook our heads and Jacob told
him that we went back to the house to work and that night we just went to
sleep.

"So you got plenty of energy for today then," the cute young teen said as
he fondled his cock. "Oliver has never been with another boy have you
Oliver?" The boy shook his head and blushed. It was pretty cute. I reached
for my camera, which was never really far from me, focused and shot a
couple of frames of Lonnie and Oliver as they sat there, dicks on the
rise. Of course Oliver covered his dick almost immediately but Lonnie
explained to him what I did and the boy relaxed and let us all view his
smooth firm body. There wasn't a boy there whose hand wasn't busy doing
something to his boy stuff so it wasn't long before we were all hard as
rocks and ready to do something about it. It was decided that a circle jerk
was in order to get things started so they all lay on the moss in a
semi-circle and began stroking their dicks.

It was always amazing to me to watch a group of boys jacking off. The
styles were pretty similar but still there was such a variety of other
stuff. Lonnie liked to play with his nipples when he did it which of course
begged a question from Jessie. Lonnie asked if he'd ever done anything with
his little brown nubbins and of course my friend said he hadn't. Lonnie
explained that his nipples were very sensitive and when they got sucked on
it was really hot.

"You should feel em when you cum you guys, they get all stiff and feel even
more sensitive," the boy said as he continued to pinch and squeeze them. Of
course everyone, including me, had to try it out to see and they all agreed
with him. I got plenty of photos of fists pumping, balls jumping, stomachs
panting and eventually sperm coming out. The white stuff popped out,
spurted out, oozed out, and in Jacob's case flew out. Oliver surprised all
of us by shooting a wad up to his chest. There were droplets, globs and
streams of the stuff. It landed on belly buttons, fingers, pubic hair and
chests although the last was mostly about Jacob. Even I had to cum, handing
the camera to Jessie who took some pictures of me standing there beating my
meat and eventually adding my gooey white offering for the group to see.

Needless to say we were all a mess, especially Jacob, so we tromped on down
to the river. "Might as well bathe since we gotta do it anyhow," Jacob
said. The grandparent's water came from a hand dug well and with that many
boys showering and using the toilet for so many days in a row there was a
risk of it running low or even temporarily dry. It was decided that we
could take soap and do our daily cleansing chore in the river since we were
gonna spend so much time down there anyhow. It was kind of interesting
watching other boys clean themselves and noticing that we all did it pretty
much the same way and in the same order. Everybody seemed to wet then wash
their balls and cocks first and taking time and care to do so. Butt holes
came second then the rest of their bodies. I wondered if anyone else
noticed that, or even cared for that matter.

After bathing we romped and frolicked and played a game of horse which
Jacob and I won most of the time cuz he was bigger and stronger. After we
lay in the sun a while and got dried off Lonnie asked if anyone was ready
to get mess around. He got a full round of yes's so we headed back up to
the private spot in the woods and got down to business. Everyone was pretty
much boned up before we got there and I got a few snaps of the boys walking
toward me with their cocks all waving in the air like flags on the 4th of
July.

Oliver let me take close ups of his stuff then that prompted everyone else
to want me to make sure I got their stuff as well. Jacob was right there
along side of me with an arm on my shoulder or even on my dick, slowly
stroking it, while I snapped away. I didn't mind it but is sure interfered
with my focusing at times.

"So, can I suck your cock Oliver?" Lonnie asked the cute young boy and of
course Oliver said yes. Lonnie got right down there and began working the
boy's cock and it made me wonder for a moment why Oliver was so big for his
age and the rest of us weren't. I also wondered just how big he would get
as he got older. I got plenty of face shots of Oliver as he experienced his
first ever blow job. Fortunately he had squirted out his sperm less than a
half hour before so he didn't just cum right away.

Meanwhile Jessie and Mark were going at it in a sixty nine position where
each boy was busy sucking on the other one's cock. And I got pictures while
Jacob did a repeat of yesterday and give me quick little cock sucks when I
moved to get a better picture.

"Why don't you let me take some pix," Jessie suggested, "Give Jacob a
chance to get you all hot and bothered." I decided to give that a
try. Jessie had taken some shots before and most of them came out okay and
besides I wanted to be involved and I sure knew that Jacob wanted me
to. Less than a minute later I was on my back with Jacob stretched out
above me, his heavy balls hanging in my face like a pair of ripe apples
ready to be picked, or in this case, licked.  I sucked first, his cock that
is, then licked on his nuts after my mouth got sore while Jacob sucked my
dick like a mad man.

All of a sudden he rolled me over, reversing our positions and moving
farther down my body. My cock was pulled farther back but I learned early
that a boy's hard cock can actually go farther back than one would think.

"Jeez Austin your butt hole is wide open to the world," Jessie commented as
I heard the shutter click. I felt Jacob let go of my dick, move around a
little bit then the electrifying feeling of wet pressure against my
puckered little hole.

"Fuck that looks hot, he's lickin your hole." Snap, snap, snap. Well I
didn't need to be told what was going on. I had Jacob's cock in my mouth so
I knew it wasn't that pushing at my back door, the only thing it could be
was his warm tongue. It was my first ever rim job and goddamn if it didn't
make me a believer in butthole licking, disgusting though the idea sounded
at one time. I'd seen an image of my brother doing that with the boy he was
with in the pictures and had wondered at the time what it was about it. Now
I knew.

"You should try it Jessie," I heard Marky say as I felt my body melt. I
pushed my butt backwards which made Jacob spread my cheeks even farther
open than they already were. I heard Jessie's loud moan and turned my head
all the way around to one side and could see my friend on his back holding
his legs out of the way while Mark's face was buried in Jessie's butt.

Jacob finally stopped and moved out from under me.

"How did you like that?" he asked. I told him. Then I told him I really
needed to cum, and I meant it.

"I can fix that for you," Jacob said with a smile. I was on my back, raised
up on my elbows and watched Jacob draw up along side of me, take hold of my
raging boner and put his mouth over the end of it. All I could do was moan
and lay flat on my back.

"Ya wanna cock in your mouth too," Lonnie asked and I nodded my head. The
cute young thing came and knelt beside me then draped his upper body over
my face. I reached up and took his rock hard cock and without any preamble
began suckin on it. I liked Lonnie's dick size and I loved that he didn't
have a whole lot of hairs. I felt my tummy begin to get all jittery as my
sperms started to get ready to come out. I pulled on Lonnie's totally
smooth balls as I sucked him, noting that I was getting better and better
and sucking a dick. Then all of a sudden it happened. My balls seemed to
get tight then my dick hardened and I was cumming, the glorious feelings
making my whole body tingle. God that feeling was so incredible.

I pulled Lonnie as far into my mouth as I could then heard him cry out and
his dick get hard then warmth of his sperm as it emptied out into my
mouth. I quickly started to jack his cock, to help make his cum better, as
I swallowed a boy's sperm for the first time in my life. Somehow in my
previous sexplorations I hadn't done that.

We finally managed to uncouple. Marky Jessie and Oliver were tripled up in
a three way suck off so Jacob asked if he could make it a foursome. Marky
took his mouth from Oliver's cock so Jacob could have it and Marky got his
cousin's cock. It didn't take long before Oliver squirted and Jessie was
right behind him. That left Marky and Jacob who finally managed to get each
other off, both boys swallowing the other's cum. It worked out well, no
mess to clean up for anyone. Even Oliver had gamely swallowed Jessie's ball
juice but there probably wasn't all that much to take.

We lay around a little bit, everyone getting their breath back, then Jacob
said that we needed to get the wood loaded and taken back to the house to
split and stack. That night in the barn was pretty much a repeat of the
night before. We managed to get in a little bit of cock sucking before all
four of us conked out.

The rain pounding on the roof just above our heads woke me before the sun
came up. I listened to it a little then backed up to snuggle into Jacob's
arms, the older boy wrapping them around me while he was still asleep. It
rained all day making the river and just about everything else out of the
question. Jacob's mom picked us up right after lunch. The weather report
called for heavy rain for the next few days which meant we couldn't get
much, if any, work done. The grandparents thanked us for our help and
invited me and Jessie to come again which we would do over the next few
years.  Before we got home Jacob managed to let me know that he'd like to
see me some more but since he lived on the other side of the city I didn't
see how that was going to be possible.

The weather cleared as we got to the city and the sun was actually trying
to peek out when I was dropped off at home. I was so busy with my goodbyes
and hauling my stuff out of the trunk that I didn't notice the man standing
on our walkway halfway between the house and the curb. As Jacob's mom
pulled away my focus turned toward getting to my porch and it was then I
saw him, standing arms connected at his waist by the cap he held in his
hands. I couldn't exactly tell what he was wearing because he had on one of
those long rain coats that you usually see guys in suits wear.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I approached him, camera bag over one shoulder
and overnight bag in my other hand.

"Well, I was hoping to see..." then he stopped for a moment before going
on. "I would guess that you're Austin so I was hoping to see your dad." I
was a little wary, wondering who this tall, very handsome and well dressed
young man was although there was something vaguely familiar about him.

"My name is Dorian," he said extending a hand, "I was a close friend of
your brother Mike. I've been living in Europe for the past eight years and
recently arrived back here and found out about his death. I wanted to pay
my respects to Stan, I mean, your father." Then I figured it out. He was
the young boy that my brother was with in the pictures, the really cute
young boy I might add. I must have had a shocked look on my face because
Dorian sort of cocked his head a little bit, squinted at me, then looked at
the camera bag then back at my face.

"I take it you've seen the pictures," he said softly. I nodded my head.

"Uhuh." He got a sort of sad look on his face and since I wasn't really
sure what it was about I plunged on.

"They're pretty cool," I said then added, "It looked like you and my
brother really loved each other." It was true though. That was a sense that
I got from looking at the images of Mike and Dorian together, that there
was something a lot greater there than just sex. Dorian's eyes started to
water slightly and he wiped them with the sleeve of his coat.

"Do you want to come in? Oh, I should tell you too that my dad passed away
about seven months ago." My own sadness welled up a little bit so my voice
had softened considerably. Dorian's face became even sadder and more tears
came. He didn't say anything so I did.

"Come on, let's go in the house and we can talk." He nodded his head, wiped
his tears and let me pass then followed me to the house.  I ran upstairs
and dropped my stuff, hollered through mom's bedroom door that I was home
and went back downstairs. I offered water or soda, he chose water, and we
went out onto the sun porch and sat among the plants that my mother
struggled to keep alive. We were quiet for a moment then Dorian spoke.

"When did your dad pass away?" I told him, he nodded his head told me he
was sorry for my loss and asked what he died from. I didn't really know and
told him so.

"He was a nice man, always very good to me, very respectful. I liked Stan
better than my own father." Dorian lapsed into silence again so I prompted
him.

"So how did you know Mike, what was he like? I didn't get to know him very
well cuz he was older than me." Dorian got a kind of far away look in his
eyes, obviously remembering.

"Michael was an incredible boy. I think I fell in love with him the first
time we met which was at tryouts for the swim team at school, I was in
seventh and Michael was in ninth. I had begged my parents to let me attend
public school instead of the private school I'd gone to and they
reluctantly allowed it but I had to participate in at least one non
confrontational sport and since I loved to swim that's what I did. Michael
was very welcoming, very helpful and of course a dynamite swimmer. Heck,
Michael was good at everything he tried.

"I reveled in his attention, worked hard to please Michael which meant I
was also pleasing our coach. We became friends, hung out a little bit at
school but mostly we'd do stuff on weekends; movies the arcade and that
sort of thing. Then your brother invited me to spend a weekend with him and
your father at a cabin somewhere in the country. He said it would be fun
and relaxing. It turned out to be way more than that. Your dad was always
taking pictures and of course he shot plenty of me and of Michael and me
together telling me I was a very handsome boy and a natural in front of the
camera.

Michael and I had split and stacked a lot of wood and had gotten fairly
dirty in the process so when it came to take a shower that night Michael
suggested we take it together and thus put less stress on the well. Since
we'd showered together at school after swimming it didn't seem too big a
deal at first but then I started getting some strange feelings. It wasn't
from anything Michael did it was all from me. I'd already been fantasizing
about him, about being with him, and had even masturbated about it although
I didn't really realize that I was gay at the time.

Anyway, it went fine until he offered to wash my back. I started getting
hard right away and when he washed down onto my butt I thought I was gonna
melt. When he told me to turn around and rinse off I was so embarrassed for
him to see me but like every thing else he treated it and me very kindly
explaining that it happened to him before too.

I washed his back and sure enough when he turned around his big dick was as
hard as stone and standing proudly at attention in front of that
magnificent body. "See" he said. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and
said that he really liked me a lot so it was all okay.

"Come on let's go stand in front of the fire and get warm," he told me
after we did a cursory drying."

"What about your dad," I asked him. I was quite concerned about him seeing
me naked although by then my boner had gone away.

"Ahh don't worry Dorian, he's seen me naked lots of times. He'll probably
want to take pictures of us." That shocked my socks off and I didn't even
have any on and when I voiced my concerns about that he told me not to
worry, it would be okay. I already knew that I loved him Austin so I
trusted him completely and frankly have never once regretted that trust and
Michael never betrayed it.

When we went into the living room your father was sitting at the table we
ate off of and working on one of his cameras. He glanced up when we came
in, asked if we felt better after the shower and went back to doing
whatever it was he was doing. We faced the fire then turned our backs to
it. When I told him it was getting too hot he said he'd protect me, moved
me forward then stood behind me and held me. I was in heaven. I was in the
arms of the boy I loved, naked, and the base of his cock and his pubes were
pushing against my naked butt. I started to get hard. I turned my head back
toward him.

"I'm getting a boner Michael; I don't want your dad to see that," I
whispered. He said that was easy then reached around me and cupped all of
my stuff in his hand.

"There," he said. Well you know how that worked out. The warmth of his
hand, the fact that it was HIS hand and the fact that no one had ever
touched me there before all conspired against me and I went all hard in
seconds. Michael had to readjust his hand but of course my dick was still
sticking behind his palm. Then I felt your brother starting to get a boner.

Your dad finished what he was doing, aimed the camera toward where we were
standing and took a couple of pictures. "Seems to be working fine," he said
then made a few adjustments. Michael, already snuggled up tight behind me,
leaned his head against mine and told your dad to get that one-take a
picture of us- so he did. The Michael slid sideways so that we were
standing almost side by side.

"You can take hold of my cock if you want," he told me and since I'd dreamt
about something like that happening, being with your brother I mean, I
gladly reached behind and beside me until I found him and grasped onto his
dick. I thought I would faint I was so delirious with pleasure and
happiness. And the camera continued to click but by then I was beyond being
concerned or worried about it. Eventually I would find that posing like
that, being photographed in such intimate situations was actually quite
erotic, a turn on for me and I knew that Michael felt the same way.

To make a long story short, your brother gave me my first blow job that
night and I did the same. We became lovers and it was all on film. About
three months after that first night my father found out that I was having
sex with Michael although he never knew anything about the pictures thank
God. He shipped me off to private school in Switzerland and I've stayed in
Europe, as well as somewhat under his thumb, ever since."

"What was he like Dorian, what was Michael like," I asked him eagerly. I
was dying to know about my older brother. Dorian reflected a moment then
spoke.

"Michael was sweet and kind, very attentive to me when we were together
which wasn't nearly as much as I would have liked. He was strong as an ox
and tough as nails, a hell of a competitor and smart as a whip. He treated
his friends well. He liked you quite a bit Austin, wished that you had been
closer to his age so that he could have gotten to know you better and
regretted not spending as much time with you as he wanted but Michael had a
busy schedule what with being active in a variety of sports. Even now I
wonder how he managed to spent as much time with me as he did."

We talked for over an hour and in that time I got a fairly good picture of
my older brother as well as his relationship with Dorian and in the telling
it was clear that Dorian had loved Michael with all his young heart and
probably still did. The conversation eventually changed to current times
and Dorian explained that he'd had a few lovers over the years but as yet
nothing compared to my brother.

"I remember that you had taken up photography as well Austin and judging
from the camera bag I assume that you've continued the hobby." I nodded my
head and he asked if that included nudes. I smiled and nodded my head again
then told him the story of my father having left the various clues for me
to find the hidden studio and then the cache of magazines and
images. Dorian smiled then told me how amazing it had been to him as a
thirteen year old boy to be shown the Vault and then of course posing in
the studio. He asked about my photography experiences so I gave him a short
version of what I'd been doing thus far.

"Is it difficult for you to not get aroused" Do you engage with the boys
you shoot?" I went on to explain what it was like for me and of course my
own involvement from time to time. Dorian nodded in understanding then said
that my father had never done that, never gotten undressed or involved with
him and my brother and as far as Dorian knew my dad had never even gotten
aroused during his photo sessions.

"Often times he would pose us and actually touch our bodies to get a shot
just right. He handled both your brothers' and my cock but it was never
done in a sexual manner, if you know what I mean. He didn't linger, fondle,
or do anything other that move our dicks around, treating them like an arm
or a leg or a piece of fruit for that matter. Never once, even during the
hottest fuck scenes that Michael and I were in did I even see your father
reach down to rearrange his dick. I always thought that was amazing, that
he could see and do what he did and not get hard."

"Like I said, my father found out that I was having sex with Michael. We
had a huge argument of which I'll spare you the details, and I was shipped
off to private school. Of course boy sex was rampant there and while I had
a few encounters I stayed mostly to myself." Dorian kept on talking and it
was clear to me that he'd loved Michael and missed him, commenting that he
didn't even have a single picture of my brother to remember him by. Well,
you know I could fix that and when I offered the young man's eyes filled
with tears again.

I took him down to the vault and pulled out the stills of my
brother. Needless to say it was an emotional experience for Dorian. He
decided on a handful of images, both nudes and non and when I asked if he
wanted some of the sexual poses of the two of them he was overwhelmed. I
located the negatives and went into the dark room to make copies for him
while he stayed in the studio and looked through the magazine photos of the
two of them. Dorian had known that my father had submitted them but had
never seen the finished product, the magazine itself.

When I returned to the studio Dorian was in the chair thumbing through the
magazine and while I wasn't staring it was clear that he'd gotten a hard
on. I told him he was more than welcome to take care of the problem if he
wanted and when he asked if I wanted to photograph him I said I'd be glad
to.

We didn't make a production out of it. Dorian simply took his clothes
off. He had certainly grown up that's for sure. His dick was equal to
Michael's, a solid seven plus inches of thick cock. He obviously kept
himself trimmed as his pubic patch was a neat little nest of curls at the
base of his flat pubic bone and his heavy balls were as smooth as mine. I
snapped a few shots before he sat back in the chair, setting the magazine
on the arm of the chair. He slowly stroked himself, sometimes using both
hands, one to stroke and the other to play with his balls, a nipple, or to
rub on his belly. It took him a long time but he finally came, splattering
the lower part of his chest and belly with streaks of thick goo. It made me
hard as a rock watching him but I didn't jack off and Dorian didn't ask me
if I wanted to. The session was all for him.

"I needed that pretty bad Austin, thank you," he said after he'd cleaned up
the mess and started to get dressed. I made a set of copies for him and
presented him with the other ones he'd asked for. I promised to never show
his stills to anyone and to this day he's only one of four males over the
age of eighteen that I'd done nude photos of."

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"So," He said, "you got a chance to learn more about your brother. I
imagine that was pretty exciting for you." I told him that I had been
beyond exciting and that I had been so grateful too that I couldn't even
explain it.

"He'd painted a picture that paralleled my dreams of what Michael would
have been like. Dorian and I remain in touch with each other and he's found
a man that he loves and is living in London."

 "That's a sad yet semi-sweet story Austin," Amol told me, "but I'm glad
though that you got to know your brother better. It sounds though like you
have a lot in common with him," Amol added with a gentle smile.

We replenished our water supply; both took a piss then returned to the
living room. My story was taking longer than what I'd planned on, not that
I'd had a specific plan. I think that what happened was that as I told it
more and more memories came back but Amol didn't seem to mind and in fact
seemed to encourage it. Aside from that I didn't have any set agenda for my
time there so taking a day off to stay inside was more than okay. Anything
that I wanted to photograph would be there the next day and the day after
that and so on and I had already gotten some images of Amol with a quasi
promise of more to come along with some physical interaction with the boy.
With that possibility in mind I went on with my story.

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