Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 06:57:27 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Shooting Ethan This story was prompted by a sign announcing the annual community picnic where I live. Beyond that there is no truth to it what so ever, it's only a story. It does contain scenes of sexual behavior between an adult male and a non adult male so the usual platitudes apply. As always, N-Joi Hugs Tag_m "Martin, I'm afraid I can't be present for today's session, I have an important closing that I have to attend. I wonder if you could take Ethan out to the cabin then bring him home when it's over." The woman on the phone was Monika Stiles, a high profile real estate attorney and Ethan was her son. I'm a photographer; good but not professional. How I'd come to be doing model shoots was an interesting story. I'd been in attendance at our small town's annual community gathering and picnic. As I had for the previous six years I was taking pictures. It was my choice and many people would sign up for copies, paying five bucks a pop for the DVD. It seemed like a nice little goodwill gesture, doing something for my community. And it was. It was also an opportunity to shoot the hundreds of boys who attended with their families. Because it was mid July the weather was clear and hot which meant that said boys, although not naked like I wished, were in a variety of stages of dress or undress the common uniform being a swim suit or shorts of some kind and no shirt. I loved it. Of course being boys most of them were more than willing to pose and or goof off for the camera. I'd actually gotten a few butt or genital shots in the process. More than a few boys swim suit or shorts legs were opened enough when they were sitting to give up a nut shot or even a cock shot. One boy, a fourteen year old, was squatting down with a couple of friends and when he saw me aiming the camera in their direction pulled his shorts aside and gave me a full on shot of six inches of boy cock that hung down onto a nice set of smooth young balls. He smiled at the camera as he held the leg out of the way for five seconds or so then put it back. I gave him thumbs up and we both went about our business. On another occasion a group of ten year old boys dropped the backs of their suits and wiggled their slender little butts for the camera, the five of them giggling like girls. Needless to say there were plenty of other shots of butt cracks, lower bellies and even the rare pubic hair shot when coming out of the pool after a dive. Somehow the boys knew that when the copy of DVD was done, the shots of their exposed body parts were missing. It was like we had an understanding, the boys and I. So there I was when I was approached by a beautiful blonde woman in her early to mid thirties. I really do mean beautiful too, her honey blonde hair casually done for the affair, smooth skin with big eyes. Despite the dress down look I knew that the jeans, blouse and sandals she wore probably cost in the high hundred's. She introduced herself and got right to the point, asking if I'd done any modeling photography and I told her no. Well, she'd seen my work on the annual picnic DVD's as well as some of the work that I'd entered in the annual fair competition and found it very good. In light of that would I be interested in shooting her twelve, almost thirteen year old son Ethan, who was an aspiring model. I told her it sounded like fun and she told me that I'd be paid well for my time and work. I turned out to be more than well. Further discussion elicited a business card with her phone number and an invitation the following day at her home in Edgewood, a very upscale gated community that sat on prime heavily wooded land around a medium sized lake at the edge of our suburban community. The next day I was passed through the wrought iron gates by a security guard and given directions to number 3 Silver Spruce drive. There I pulled into a cobblestone driveway and eventually found myself in front of a huge cedar home. More on the modern side it was multileveled, had huge windows, lots of decks, massive landscaping and two chimneys', one of which was huge and made of flagstone. Over all it fit the surrounding landscape well, nestled there among huge Cedar, Pine's, and massive Rhododendron bushes. A four car garage sat at one side, one bay open with a sleek maroon sl500 sitting casually in front. When the front door opened at my ring I thought I might possibly cum in my slacks. Before me stood perhaps one of the most beautiful children I'd ever seen, boy or girl. "You must be Martin," the young god said in a voice that told me puberty might be a ways off yet. I nodded my head and he extended his hand. I took it and was surprised at the confidence but lack of that masculine crushing grip type thing that so many males do. Of course the boy was only twelve but still. "I'm Ethan, come on in." I stepped into the two story entry then followed Ethan down a hall toward the back of home. I fully admired the twin globes of his dynamite slender butt beneath the tan cargoes he was wearing. A white tank T fit his upper torso somewhat snugly, tapering down to his narrow waist and helping highlight his ass. Fuck! We found his mother in the gourmet kitchen brewing coffee in one of those four hundred dollar polished stainless coffee machines that pumps the fresh coffee into a thermal carafe and not the regular glass pots. The kitchen was huge, airy and looked out onto a large well tended lawn that would seem to invite the various wild animals that inhabited those woods. She offered me a cup, poured her self one then we headed down a short flight of stairs and into another two storied open beamed room that looked out of the trees onto and above the lake in the distance. Ethan sat next to his mother on a twelve foot brown leather sofa and while we talked I took in the boy's extraordinary beauty. He'd looked about five feet tall and maybe an inch. His hair, worn longer, was a mix of light to dark blond. Haphazardly and only sort of parted in the middle, the bangs would have hung over his huge dove gray eyes had it not been pushed off to each side. As it was the tips touched the points of his well defined cheekbones. The eyes were framed with Brooke Shields brows and long thick lashes that every girl in the world prayed for. His nose, small and dotted with a dozen or more freckles, sat in the middle of a perfectly shaped face above an equally perfectly shaped cupid's bow that was the center of the top of his full and slightly pink lips. When the boy smiled, which was natural and often, it was clear that mommy and daddy had put some orthodontist's kid through college. On his neck was a puka shell necklace along with a choker that appeared to be nothing more than pieces of simple white twine, braided in the middle. At the sides his hair was brushed back slightly allowing about half of his small ears to show, one lobe sporting a nice looking diamond stud. We talked for a good hour, Monika refilling the coffee mugs while Ethan and I chatted. He seemed to be a very bright boy; honor roll student of course, played tennis and was on the swim team but eschewed contact sports of all kinds. "I really want to be a model so I sort of tend to keep myself away things that could hurt me." He told me. I understood that completely. I think I'd feel the same way. During the conversation Monika told me that they wanted to avoid the typical modeling agency and other professional photographers, that they're work seemed so contrived and set up. She'd seen my work, as I said, liked how I handled light and form and felt that despite her son's beauty, he'd need something a little different in order to be noticed. I agreed with her. We reached an agreement and I became Ethan's official photographer. We got together about once a month, starting the following weekend. Over the course of the next eight months or so we shot over fifteen thousand images. I'd seen Ethan from fully clothed head to toe down to shorts and nothing else. We did swim suits and summer wear the first month then tended toward clothing that matched the season we were shooting in. We didn't end up doing any underwear, Speedo or other skimpy clothing shots so I never saw the boy naked or even almost naked the entire time. I got my fair share of underwear waistbands though due to a lot of baggy clothing but that was it. He never changed pants in front of me, always going into another room. As a result of that I didn't really have any idea how developed the boy was below the waist. Everything else was hot as all hell though. The kid had as tight a body as I'd ever seen; all the creases and folds in the right places and early teenage muscle already showing on his body. Monika was generally present although often she was on her cell phone or reading paperwork and not really monitoring what her son and I did. Ethan and I became close and by the time Christmas rolled around the boy was becoming demonstrative in his affections for me, hugging and being physically close a great deal. I discovered him to be an incredible kid for a boy marching toward fourteen years old. Smart, beautiful, well read, funny with a biting wit and he was a sweetheart. There was no strong male role model for the boy. His father was a top notch international business attorney who was forever flying all over the world and since the divorce when Ethan was eight, hadn't paid much attention to the boy. I got to be the man in Ethan's life and I took the job happily and seriously. We'd been doing ad layouts for many of the trendy shops where Ethan shopped, most of the clothes for the shoots loaned but some donated, in return for the photography. We finally sold our first package of photos to one of the manufacturer's and Ethan got some national attention. That's when the boy asked how I felt about doing more revealing type photos. I asked what he meant, he told me and I asked what his mother might think about that. He said that she'd suggested it. By that time Monika was rarely at the shoots. Ethan had a very artistic bent; and exceptional eye and great style. He was a natural. Some of the photos showed him in the process of getting dressed, pulling his jeans up. He got them almost up, about six inches of cotton brief clad butt showing. They're taken from the back or from the side so we don't see his front and he's looking sideways or over his shoulder toward the camera as though he's been surprised. There were variations on the theme including full on shots of his delicious little ass, the orbs filling out the thin cotton fabric nicely. Even then Ethan didn't actually get dressed in front of me but actually undressed to where he wanted the shots taken from then started to redress. We did go through a boxer phase, the boy posing for the camera with a variety of props. These also consisted of full frontal shots but I suspected that he was wearing briefs or something else underneath to keep his boyhood in check. He elected to do some additional posing; sensual and pouting at times, and other times simply offering up his award winning smile. In late May the following year Ethan decided to do the first underwear only photos. He showed me a variety of styles, some of them I thought would be quite revealing, and felt myself stir at the thought of finally getting some kind of idea how the little Adonis was hung. He hadn't grown much at all since we'd first met, a half inch at best. I knew that didn't necessarily mean anything. I known and seen plenty of images of boys Ethan's size whose cock size ranged from small to fairly large. Granted the fairly large ones were few and far between but still and all, one could always hope. Of course it really didn't matter to me how big he was, I just wanted to see the boy naked, or at least close to it. We started with boxer briefs, the poses pretty standard. I finally asked him a burning question. "So what is the goal here Ethan? Do you want to call attention to your stuff or downplay it or even hide it if possible?" He sort of blushed a little which I thought was both cute and endearing. "Well I guess I'm sorta working up to showing off a little more of me," he said. I nodded my head. He left the room and came back wrapped in a towel and we discussed a variety of poses then he dropped the towel to reveal a pair of jockey briefs in a pale blue. And a bulge that I would not have guessed the boy would have. I could easily see the outline of his cock, at least six inches of fleshy tube, along with a clearly outlined head; his nuts bulged at the bottom of the pouch. "Look in the mirror and see if that's what you want to convey E," I told him. He stepped in front of the full length mirror and looked at his body appraisingly. He then pulled the waistband out and did some rearranging and when he turned around the entire thing was pointing downward and not toward his hip. "I think that looks more natural and less sexy don't you Martin?" he said rather than asked. I agreed then added, "But let's face it Ethan, you look sexy as hell in anything but yes; that does look less sexual. Unless of course you want to project some sort of sexuality. It is what sells." The boy surprised me with a mischievous grin and said he was planning on something like that but not just then. We shot a bunch of poses then he left the room and came back, this time without the towel, and wearing a pair of red, jock style underwear, that is the front and back were pouches of cloth, and small ones at that, with just the waistband at the hips showing off a lot more leg; and more butt cheek as well as some pubic bone at the crease of the hip. There wasn't a lick of hair sticking out anywhere which led me to wonder about his fuzz situation, or was he shaving. I didn't know or care because the boy looked hot enough to cause spontaneous combustion and just ignite where he stood. When he asked how he looked I told in those exact words. "Oh Martin I don't look that good, you're just biased," he responded. We did a variety of inside poses using sofa's and chairs for props. Some he stood next to, some he lounged or sat or lay down on. In one of the chair photos he's in an overstuffed chair that's large enough for him to put his feet flat on the edge which brings his knees up and of course forces the pouch with his boyhood in it into more of a compact package and I'm here to tell you the boy made a really nice package. Another series of photos was of him lying on the sofa, eyes closed. The bulge at his front is quite prominent. A face down series shows off his tight little ass as well as the bulge of his balls resting between smooth hairless thighs on the sofa. In one he's lounging on the sofa looking at the camera, his legs are spread open and for a moment I get a little bit of sac sticking out from the side. He discovered it when we looked through the photos later. "You didn't tell me my balls were showing Martin," Ethan chastised me albeit good naturedly. I could only shrug my shoulders. "Do you like looking at me like that Martin? I mean, with not as much clothes on." "I like looking at you at any time but yes, you're pretty hot looking and without a lot of clothes on I'm sure you'll turn more than a few heads and hearts." He was quiet a moment then asked in a quiet voice, "Do you like looking at boys?' I was a little shocked but couldn't lie to the boy and I nodded my head. "Yes E I do." He nodded his head then said, "I'm glad you do Martin. Otherwise I don't think our photos would come out as good. I think that you're liking boys really helps and I'm glad I have you as my photographer." He pause again then added softly, "and my friend." He was still clothed, or unclothed, in the last outfit and he hugged me from the side, his head against mine and the bulge of all that made him a boy pressed into my upper arm. I didn't mind. I reached around and put my hand on his waist and hugged him back, causing him to press into me even harder. "Gosh," he said pulling away, "I'm gonna get a boner if I keep pressing on you like that." We both looked down at the pouch which seemed to have moved some. "Well we can't have that now can we?" he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe it would be fun to do some really sexy pictures. As long as my mom didn't see em I mean." I laughed. "No Ethan, I think we'd have to keep those between you and me." Ethan's mother didn't see all of the images that we shot in any case. He and I usually spent another hour going through the days work and tossing out stuff we didn't like and keeping the stuff he didn't want his mom to see and keeping it on my laptop. The following week we started adding suggestive and nude pictures to our collection. That doesn't mean erotic either. I should state right here that we never did any photos with plain colored backdrop, that studio sort of look. Everything we did appeared to be natural for the most part or at least in natural settings. We'd used his house both inside and out, city parks, country fields, the beach or mountains, just about anything one can imagine. We elected to use Ethan's home for that shoot. His mother was guaranteed to be away until early evening so there wouldn't be any embarrassment of catching her teenage son in the buff. There were the typical shirtless, jeans unbuttoned with various amounts of exposed underwear both front and back. Then came the underwear shots; the boy sporting a pair of red and white thin striped bikini briefs. I shot a bunch of him taking his jeans off first then the series of him posing around in his underwear. I gotta say the kid filled them out quite nicely. Next he faced away from the camera and slowly pulled the underwear down until the waistband was underneath his glorious cheeks. The boy had an ass to die for and if given half a chance I'd bury seven and half fat inches of uncircumcised adult cock as deep inside him as I could. We went through that scene again only this time Ethan was slowly turning toward the camera. Amongst the images captured were him looking seductively at the camera from the side, the waistband of the briefs pulled down far enough that we get a great shot of his taut belly as it slides into his pubic bone. There's no fuzz shot here but it wouldn't take a lot to get to it. That came next. There were a few shots of Ethan facing the camera and fondling his crotch which segued into more exposed pubic bone and then finally the shot of his pubic hair. I was quite surprised at the lack of hair the boy had given what his cock size appeared to be. There were a few more fondling shot, the kind with his hand down inside the front of his briefs, some looking at the camera and others with his magnificent eyes closed as if in ecstasy. It was there that we had to take a break. "Gosh I'm getting a boner doin these Martin," he informed me and clearly his cock had begun to stretch out toward his right hip. "Yes I see that," I commented with a smile. "Do I assume that you're not quite ready to, umm, shoot it." He gave me a rather sardonic look then said, "Neither shoot it nor have it shoot." He allowed for a pregnant pause then added with a winning smile, "At least not yet." I could only nod my head appreciatively. We talked about the next phase, what he wanted to do; wanted it to look like. Wearing the same underwear he crawled up onto his king sized bed and went through a variety of movements while lying down, first on his belly and then his back. The shots on his belly really showed off his dynamite ass and the frontal shots did a great job of his package. In many of the shots he feigned sleep, always a winning image; the innocence of youth. I asked him if he could manage to get an erection and when he asked why I explained about males usually getting one in deep sleep. "Right, I knew that," he told me. "Okay then, shoot this next stuff," he commanded then rolled to his belly and began undulating against his comforter. There was some great stuff there. He finally rolled onto his back again and we both looked at the front of his briefs as he adjusted his cock into an upright position. The kid appeared to be nicely hung indeed, the bulge pushing against the waistband of his the skimpy clothing. "Does this look okay?" he asked seductively. I looked him in the eye and said the only thing better would be without the underwear. The boy didn't miss a beat but said, "In due time." He lay back and went through a variety of poses, eyes closed. In some he had a hand across his chest and in others his belly and still others had the tips of his slender fingers touching the edge of his swollen cock. A few showed him touch the bulge of his balls and a few more with his fingers down inside the waistband or into the leg hole of the briefs. "Time for a break to let this go away," Ethan finally said as he sat up. His cock hadn't seem to have diminished one iota, the long tube stretching sideways up to his hip where the swollen head pushed against the fabric at the edge of the elastic waistband. I followed him downstairs to the kitchen where we grabbed some Thomas Kemper sodas then sat on the back deck. "It's kinda sexy feeling doing those poses Martin, but kinda weird too. I mean, no one's ever seen me like that." I asked if it bothered him having me fully clothed and watching him. He shook his head. "No in fact just the opposite, it made me feel sexier." I nodded my head then asked, "So do you want to go the full Monty today or another time?" He gave me a blank look so I explained. "Yeah I think so Martin. I'm a little nervous about getting a boner though." I told him I totally understood. "Umm I guess if you did you could go take care of it," I suggested. He gave me another blank look but only for about two and half seconds and I swear the kid blushed again. God it made him that much cuter when he did that. "That would be weird, jacking off while you sit in here knowing what I'm doing." "Well, how do you feel about doing it for the camera?" I asked him in all sincerity, and not for me but for him. I didn't know just where or how far Ethan wanted to go with the nude stuff. Obviously it wouldn't be for distribution for fear of ruining any career he might want. "That would be really weird, jacking off in front of you," he said with an ear to ear grin which told me that the idea wasn't as outlandish or poorly received as I thought it might be. "It might not matter though cuz my boner went away," he said, standing. We both looked at his groin and the tube was still there but it had diminished and left a tell tale wet spot behind. "You look about half way hard Ethan," I stated and he nodded his head. "Come on, let's hurry, and try to keep it up a little bit if you can." We did a fast walk to his second floor bedroom with me explaining what I wanted him to do when we got there. Following my direction he went straight to his bed and climbed in under the comforter and feigned sleep again. I fired the camera up and told him to go ahead so what we shot was a boy just waking up in the morning, tossing the covers off then stretching which included a good two handed grope at his crotch which was obviously still hard. We lingered there a moment after he uncovered himself then he swung his legs around and stood up and gave me a vertical stretch, not unlike a cat. I shot it all including a dozen or more close ups of his lower belly and groin. He then walked toward the doorway that led into his bathroom and I shot a dozen more of his slender little butt. He stopped and tugged the underwear down, drawing a foot up in the process. I find that incredibly sexy, a boy getting into or out of underwear. It's an intimate act and I just think that done right it looks hot as hell. I shot like crazy, catching a bunch of shots, a few which caught his balls in that brief moment before he straightened back up. Nice balls too. He half way turned to the camera, his cock swinging out in front of him slightly and I got it. Once again I was surprised at how big the boy seemed to be. I followed Ethan into the bathroom where he stepped into his shower room and then under the streaming shower head. As he turned to get soaked he stood facing me in all his naked thirteen year old glory. Indeed, his cock had to be at least six inches, more than likely in excess of that. It jutted out of his body somewhat and didn't just hang there over his balls. Blue veins ran the length of the pale fleshy tube and at the base of his perfect cock hung a pair of medium sized eggs in a totally smooth hairless sac, the circumcised head resting level with the orbs. The patch of hair at the base of that which made him boy was sparse for his age and development, the golden colored hairs plastered flat to his body from the water. The disparity of hair probably helped enhance the perception of his cock being big. No, his really was big for a boy his age and size. I continued to shoot as the boy washed and then rinsed, getting plenty of him as he worked at his groin and a few more of him reaching behind himself to clean his boy hole. I got a few pix of him sliding his soapy hand down over his cock as he cleaned and I swear he could have been simulating masturbation. His facial expression in some of those photos bordered on bliss as he soaped his balls, nipples and healthy young cock. The main part of the bathroom open enough that I could move around the boy as he dried off getting another two to three hundred images of him going about his chore. I then shot him coming toward me, heading out of the bathroom and couldn't help but admire how tight and defined his adolescent body was and the way his cock and balls moved. As he moved past me I shot his butt as he walked to his dresser and reached into a drawer for fresh underwear. Again I got to watch him dress and shooting from the side got a few nice shots of his balls when his leg was pulled up to step into a deep indigo thong that was very high cut at the hips which in turn caused his boy stuff to drag the skimpy pouch downward. Jesus! He got everything in place then stood before the full length mirror and adjusted things to his satisfaction the turned full circle inspecting himself. He stopped there and said he needed a break, which I agreed with. I swapped out discs in the camera, not knowing what would be next. Evan informed me. "Let's do some stuff outside Martin it's getting too warm in the house." I followed him down the stairs mesmerized by his butt. The boy had, like everything else about him, an ass to die for and seeing like that in almost its barest form caused me to stiffen up like teenage boy. Outside we did some standard stuff, a few shots of him sitting with his legs up, that bulge enhancing pose. The difference this time of course was that the skimpy thing barely contained the boy so the beginning of his crack was more than visible. In addition when his legs were a little farther apart part of his sac escaped, the wrinkled skin poking out visibly. Ethan knew it and in fact told me to wait a second then pulled at his bag and extricated even more skin. We shot that and then he did a little more rearranging and moved one of his balls into position so that the edge of it showed. He stood up and it was clear that the boy was getting hard again. He arranged things again but there just wasn't room in that pouch for a growing boy. The tip of his cock head poked out at the top of the waistband and was captured by a half dozen clicks of the camera. I should point out that holding the button down on the camera will allow it to take some fifteen photos in ten seconds or some such ridiculous thing. It was perfect for getting the smaller changes in poses as well helping to ensure that the photographer would get something good no matter what. "Uumm, I think I was to go the whole way Martin," the boy said quietly. I nodded my head then he surprised me. "I feel weird and strange and sexy doin this in front of you and the camera. Would you like, maybe take at least some clothes off, maybe down to your underwear or something Martin?" I gave that some thought then figured what the hell. I was wearing boxers so when I got a hard on, which was a foregone conclusion it would be at least partially hidden. I set the camera down and tugged my clothes off. Evan watched with almost rapt attention while unconsciously pushing and pulling at his boyhood charms. "It looks like you're either very big or you're sort of excited too Martin," Evan observed unashamedly. I nodded my head and asked, "well, which is it?" I smiled. "All in due time" I said. I followed the boy to a small grotto with rock waterfall, small pond, large rocks and plenty of plants and shrubs. A wooden bench that could seat maybe three people sat almost at the edge of the water. Evan turned to face me and even more of his cock was poking out the top of the thong. "This is one of my favorite spots to, you know, jack off. It's so peaceful and quiet and private." I nodded my head. "Okay then, if you're ready Martin." Evan leaned back against one of the boulders and began rubbing himself and mashing a hand against his balls. I clicked as he pulled the pouch aside and allowed his smooth hairless bag of sperm makers out for air. He alternated between pulling on his nuts and rubbing his hand against his ramrod hard young boner. He put his balls back inside then moved to lay down on the incredibly soft grass where he continued to rub himself. He pushed the pouch aside again but this time pulled his raging cock out, exposing about four inches and the head. He rubbed at the exposed tube then licked at one finger then rubbed it against the sensitive underside of the swollen head. Using a thumb and fingers he stroked himself a few times then put his cock back inside. I was hard as stone, seven plus inches of fat cock straining to get out of my underwear. "I'm going to take this off now," he informed me, "and I'll do it really slow so you can get shots from all angels okay?" I started at his head and moved down along side of him. The camera watched and recorded as he lifted his slender, boy-ish butt off the grass and slid the cloth down then pulled his knees up to finish the job. I moved below his feet and got to my knees in order to capture his balls as soon as they were released and was rewarded handsomely, the soft flesh squeezing out above the beginning of his butt crack. I also captured briefly the core of him, his dusky puckered hole. Once he was free he lay back on the grass with his eyes closed, legs spread open and one slightly bent. I shot his balls again, now that they hung freely, then rose up, continuing to click and capturing his rock hard cock, the rigid thing hanging in the air above his flat muscular belly. He began to touch himself. A hand slid down his side onto his hips then down between his inner thigh and his balls. He cupped the smooth nuggets then moved upward, pushing his balls along with his hand until they couldn't go any further. He gently let them fall back to their natural position then took hold of his cock and stroked himself. I got it all. He looked up at the camera then let the very tip of his tongue sneak out to caress his upper lip then said, in a soft voice. "Martin." I moved the camera and looked at him. "Take your underwear off. Be naked with me. Please" I didn't give it a second thought but hung the camera around my neck and slipped my boxers off then stood in front of the boy. "Oh my. You do like to see me naked don't you?" My cock was stone ass hard, standing proudly at attention and ready to be called into what ever service the situation required. For right then all it had to do was stand there and look strong. "Oh yes, very much so." I took the camera back into my hands then got a series of close-ups of Ethan's cock, some with his hand on it and other without. He held his boyhood pride and joy straight up in the air and I capture the clear sticky precum that was all but pouring out of his slit. "I need to cum really bad Martin so I'm gonna do it okay?" I told him to go ahead and shot frame after frame as the boy began to love himself. In some images he looked at the camera, in others at his hands as he lovingly stroked his hard young cock. In some the other hand played with a nipple or rubbed his flat belly and in others he played with his balls. I got a dozen and a half frames of him wiping the precum from his swollen cock head and touching it to his tongue. The boy went through a variety of jacking positions but always came back to the thumb and two fingers just below his cock head. I took a bunch of frames of his balls as well, the medium sized eggs in various positions depending on where he was at in his stroke. While I was down there Ethan pulled his knees up and put and hand down there and tickled around beneath his balls and worked a finger down toward his boy hole. I glanced up at his smooth beautiful face, the eyes barely open as lust roared through his virginal body and I knew that he couldn't be far off. I was right. Like many boys his age though, Ethan didn't always know the warning signs of an impending sperm out. It just sort of happened. "Oh God," he almost screamed out in his somewhat high pitched voice. His hips went into the air, his free hand pulled on his balls and he shot, sort of. It actually sort of just spit out onto his panting belly but that was only first shot. The second third and fourth shots were each five inch long streams of warm young boy sperm that blasted out of his cock, almost seemed to hang in the air for a second before crashing down onto the boy's neck and chest, each white jet falling just a little sort of the previous one. Shot five was still a fair amount of cum but clearly the smooth young teenage balls were just about done for this go around. His cock slowed to a couple of spurts, drops only, that landed in his belly button and the rest was oozing mode and like any good boy he kept up a slow stroke, making the feelings last while milking his cock and clearing the tube of any left over liquid. He finally relaxed back, one arm lying in the grass while the other played absently in his pubic hair, touched the base of his cock and pulled very gently on his drained sperm makers. Initially I'd started from above him but down by his feet so I got some good facial expressions that clearly reflected what he was feeling in those first few seconds of his sperming. I'd quickly moved to the side and focused on his spurting penis and looking through the images later I'd see that I'd captured the essence of it in nice clear images. I got some images of him resting there, the copious amount of his sperm streaking his torso. It was pretty incredible. Without thinking I reached down and stroked my own raging hard on, slipping the foreskin back and forth over my red swollen cock head a few times. Ethan happened to open his eyes at that moment and saw me. "Are you gonna jack off too Martin?" He didn't wait for an answer but stood up. "Oh man Martin let me shoot you while you shoot." He giggled at his little pun then went on. "Wait let me clean my cum off first." He went over to the pool and used the water to work away the gooey mess then used the thong to dry himself off. Of course the camera was busy throughout the entire process including his still hard cock bobbing in the air as he walked back toward me. He reached out to me so I handed him the camera. Ethan had used it before, knew the basics so I didn't have to give him any directions. "Where do you want me?" I asked him and he said to lie down where he had been. I did as he'd asked and went right to work, taking the stiff shaft in my right hand and jacking it. I used a full hand grip about mid shaft that allowed me to run my foreskin up under the sensitive head but not covering it entirely. "Oh man Martin, I seen boys that were uncircumcised but never a hard cock. It kinda makes me wish I still had mine." He went about getting images, mostly of my cock and balls. It was a pretty hot scene, all things considered. I'd been jacking off for more than four months using Ethan as the focus of my fantasies. I'd dreamed about what had just happened and more and then, as I brought myself to orgasm I kept my eyes on his boyhood charms, the size of which had exceeded my own fantasy. The kid was hot as all hell and seeing him in full arousal was inspiring to say the least. "It's almost here Ethan," I panted, my free hand going to my groin and pulling on my heavy nuts. "Okay E, here it is." I groaned, shoved my hips off the ground and slowed my stroke. I hadn't jacked off for the better part of a week so had some build up and it showed. Like the young boy before me, the first shot of cum hit my chest and was followed by six more that landed anywhere from my nipples to my belly button. That was followed by another four or so globs that oozed out and down over the head to dribble across my thumb and fall into my nicely shaved pubic patch. All in all it was a great sperming and I wasn't the only one who thought so. "Damn Martin that's a lot of cum." Indeed it was but then Ethan made a fair amount of the stuff himself and I pointed that out to the boy. He smiled and nodded his head. So, I'd managed to fulfill a couple of fantasies and now it was on to the next one; holding the naked warm boy in my arms, feeling his smooth skin against mine, reveling in the feeling of him. Would it happen? I had no idea. Was it even possible? I had no idea. Time would tell. "So let's go back to the house and look these over okay Marin?" he asked. I nodded my head and we started off. Ethan hadn't bothered to put his underwear on so I saw no reason why I should either and simply carried my clothing. We stopped along the way to get some garden shots, most of them not really showing any genitalia, although a few came really close, especially one or two where he was bent over looking at something and is balls hung like ripe apples between his smooth thighs. We'd both lost our erections, well mostly. There was still a little more blood in both cocks that was necessary for minute to minute functioning. I got some frontal shots of as well so all in all the outside session had been successful albeit non commercial at least as far as we were concerned. I knew there was a market for it but that wasn't an option. The laptop was set up in a room best described as a den or office. It had the obligatory huge desk, sofa, and a couple of armchairs as well as a couple walls filled with books and photographs. I sat at the desk and Ethan stood beside me as we filtered through the day's work and when we got to the main event he gasped. He also was leaning into me, sometimes only slightly and other times actually pressing his thirteen year old cock into my upper arm. It was distracting to say the least. "Oh man that's hot lookin Martin even if it is me doing it." I could feel him bone up against my arm but made no comment. We cycled through the images and trashed only a few, keeping the other four or five hundred. By the time we got to my pix the boy had gotten fully erect and had to step back to let his dick follow its natural upward course. He leaned back against me seemingly unselfconscious of his arousal, which I knew had to be all but impossible. "Man I'm all hard again Martin," he finally said stepping away from me, his cock standing proudly at attention. "Yeah I sorta noticed Ethan. As you can see I'm in the same boat." "What should we do about them?" he said with feigned innocence. I thought a moment then said with as straight a face as I could. "Only one thing you can do and that is treat em like a slave." He gave me a quizzical look. "Beat em." The boy convulsed in laughter, holding his flat tummy as though his innards would turn into outards. He finally stopped laughing so his hard cock stopped bobbing around and his balls settled into simply hanging. "That was funny. Okay let's beat em then but no camera this time okay. Just a friendly jack off." I nodded my head. "I'm okay with that E. Any idea how you want to do it?" He shook his head. "Not really." I thought a moment. "Are you ready to try something other than just jacking off?" "You mean like sucking each other or something? I don't know about that Martin, I mean, not yet anyway. "No, not just sucking but there are lots of things we could do." Again I thought a moment then asked if he had any lube or something similar. He blushed a little then nodded his head and retrieved a bottle from his night stand. It was fairly full. "Okay so this is going to require body contact between us, you okay with that?" I'd peaked his adolescent interest and he nodded his head, one arm across his chest while the other was busy paying attention to his stiff dick. I poured the lube into my cock and smeared then onto my belly and pubic area. Ethan watched with interest and when I beckoned him he came close to me. I poured lube in my hand then took hold of his raging boner for the first time. It fucking felt great. I slowly stroked him, smearing his dick with lube then poured some more and smeared his flat belly and pubic bone then asked for something clean my hands off with, which he brought to me. "What we're going to do is called frottage and it's rubbing bodies together. It's a very safe form of sex between two people and is very erotic and sexual. I think you'll like how you feel when you cum. Okay?" He nodded his head so I went to his bed and carefully lay down. "So get on top of me Ethan just like you were going to fuck me." The boy knelt then positioned himself above me lowered his body. I guided his cock so that it lay right next to mine as he let his weight fully down in me. He was light as a feather. I put my hands on his glorious butt and rubbed the firm fleshy globes. "How does that feel Ethan?" I asked softly and in an equally soft voice he told me it was good. "So start to rub against me like you were fucking." The boy began to undulate his narrow hips, pressing his hard cock into the crease of my hip and pubic bones, the tube sliding along side my own equally hard cock. It only took about ten seconds before he moaned out. "Oh God Martin that feels so good." Indeed it did to me too but having it done by the cutest and hottest boy I'd ever seen let alone been naked with made it all that much more awesome for me. Holding onto his delicious butt I encouraged the motion, pushing my hips back against the adorably beautiful young teen. In my mind I envisioned him straddling my lap, seven plus inches of thick cock buried deep inside his tight little butt and connecting us together in the ages old dance of love. The feel of his hard young cock sliding alongside mine was the thrill of a lifetime not to be outdone by the feel of his balls as they drug up through the crease of my crotch. I was getting close and I knew that Ethan was too. The boy started adding some sideways motion to his undulations and my hands on his delicious ass helped him out. Our cocks got mashed together in the process and once again, the feelings were incredible. "I'm gonna cum soon Ethan," I whispered. "Me too," he replied, his voice deepened by lust. Not a second later the boy grunted then cried out and I pulled him tighter to me, made every attempt to increase the pressure against both raging hard dicks and then I came along with him. Cumming during frottage is almost, and sometimes even better, that when you cum inside a boy. There's so much pressure in so many places and so much of a wider range of motion. In our case be bucked against each other with a frenzy; ramming, mashing, pressing against each other as our balls drained out their nectar in the gooey slime between our bellies. Ethan surprised me by pressing his mouth against mine then pushing his tongue against me to gain entry. I opened wide and our tongues met for a friendly battle that lasted through the rest of our orgasm. Ethan finally broke the kiss then collapsed against me, his dead weight on my body and his head resting on my shoulder like true lovers. I loved it. I ran my hands up and down his smooth back, rubbing lightly then firmly, inviting the beautiful young teen to stay there just as long as he wanted and needed to. Our breathing finally abated and I gently rolled us onto our sides. I wanted to look into Ethan's face, revel in his beauty for I had no idea whether or not we would repeat this day's experiences and I wanted as much memory as I could possibly muster. He opened his eyes and we just stared at each other for a moment. I felt my heart pick up speed for I knew right then that everything was going to be okay. Ethan's magnificent grey eyes told me that he was fully accepting of what had happened between us and that he was going to weird out on me and play it like it shouldn't have happened or that it was bad and disgusting and he was scared of being a queer. I saw nothing but acceptance when he looked at me and his subsequent light kiss was further proof. He laid his head on my shoulder. "Does this make us lovers now Martin?" he asked softly. It took a moment for me to answer but when I did I told him that being lovers usually meant ongoing contact. "I might like that," he finally said, "ongoing contact I mean." He was quiet a moment then in a soft voice said, "You love me don't you Martin?" I was caught totally of guard with the question. "Yeah Ethan, I guess I do." He kissed my neck and held me a little tighter. "I love you too Martin. At least I think I do. I know that I love what we did today. Jacking off for you was the hottest thing, I loved it. And this, this was incredible too." He was quiet again then went on. "I'm pretty sure I'm gay Martin. I've sort of been questioning myself about it since I was like ten. I've been wanting to do stuff with another boy but it's so scary these days. I mean even though I'm really popular at school and stuff I'd still get a lot of crap about being queer so I haven't done anything about it. I'm really glad my mom did what I said and asked you to do be my photographer." I leaned my head away from him and gave him a quizzical look. I got a sheepish expression back and as much as I wanted to pursue that statement, the sperm and goo were cooling and running. "Can we continue this discussion in the shower baby boy?" I asked, "this stuff is getting pretty messy." He nodded his head and we carefully rolled off the bed. The darling young thing took my hand and led me to his shower and two minutes later we wallowed in the hot spray from multiple heads. I told him I wanted to wash him and he nodded his head. I had the freedom to run my hands all over his smooth firm body and did so as he explained what he'd said. "I remembered you from last year's picnic and I've seen you around a few times. Then I saw you again this year. Because I've been paying attention I noticed that you take more pictures of boys than anyone else so I got to wondering. Then last summer I saw Tony show his cock and balls then you both thumbed up and I guess I sort of suspected that you liked boys. My mom and I been talking about me modeling so I bugged her about asking you to do the photography. I've been wanting to do what we did today for a long time but I've been scared. I know we've been leading up to it because I've wanted to be sure that you'd go along with it, that you wouldn't reject me or anything." The boy stopped talking and moaned for my soapy hands were gently but firmly working his cock and balls, one hand running all the way back to his hole. Ethan's cock had softened some but in seconds he was back to being young boy hard. "God I love it when you touch me there Martin, its like electric shocks almost. I stroked him, pulled on his nuts a little bit then concentrated on his hole, standing along side of him and running my fingers down his crack until I reached his core then rubbed my soapy fingers against the pucker muscle. For his part Ethan spread his legs a little more to give me better access to him. "Jeez I never knew my butt hole could be so sensitive." I explained that everything was more sensitive when someone else was touching it and having it licked was ten times better than that. Needless to day the sexy young thing didn't believe me and needless to say I offered to show him since I'd just cleaned the area myself and knew it to be clean. Thirty seconds later I made a believer out of him. Bent over against the shower wall, I peeled his cheeks open and gazed lovingly at his core; a pink pucker of muscle without a hair in sight. I could imagine my cock buried deep inside that magical hole and I could further imagine dumping a days worth of cum up inside there as well. My tongue snaked out and took a swipe and then another and after the third one Ethan's hand was back there opening himself up even further. The boy was moaning and he wasn't alone. I explored every millimeter of flesh from the top his tight little hole all the way down onto the sensitive underside of his balls, taking a moment to suck one of them into my mouth for a moment. I finally stopped and the boy turned around, nearly poking me in the eye in the process. I didn't ask and I figured that after rimming him I didn't need to. I took hold of his raging boner, pulled the nail hard shaft down and sunk my mouth down over the swollen head. From there it was only about moving my head and I did, taking half of him into my mouth while one hand played with his balls and the other was on his ass. Ethan's hands were at the sides of my head, fingers running through my hair as I sucked him, reveling in the texture and taste of the boy. . I loved sucking Ethan's cock, it was amazing. A cock is a cock for the most part but it belonged to a beautiful boy and that made all the difference in the world. The ass hand moved around and took hold of the shaft and stroked, encouraging his body to give up yet another batch of boy honey only this time I was going to eat it, ever drop. It didn't take long. "Oh God Martin that feels awesome, you're gonna make me cum again." Yeah, I figured and his words simply spurred me onward. A minute later I was rewarded with a groan, a thrust of his slender hips as he attempted to get as much of his cock in my mouth as possible, and then warmth of his sperm as it splashed against the back of my throat. There wasn't a whole lot of liquid this time and considering that he'd spermed out three times in the space of an hour and a half that came as no surprise. I did manage to get three or four healthy globs however before his dick head got too sensitive for my tongue and giggling, he pushed me away. I continued to jack his cock however, knowing that the feelings of afterglow would help cement the experience for the boy. I finally stood up and Ethan melted into my arms and there's nothing like an armful of wet squirming boy. I held him tightly, hard cocks held between our bellies. He finally broke away and got on his tip toes and kissed me again. "That was pretty incredible Martin, thank you." I nodded my head and told him the pleasure was mine as well and he smiled a big toothy grin. "I'm sure. Maybe next time I can suck on your cock too, would that be okay?" I nodded my head. Clearly our session was over and again, it was no wonder. The boy looked drained and I'd witnessed the draining so I quickly soaped my lower extremities and we stepped out of the shower. We dressed and went downstairs for another soda and sitting out on the deck Ethan shared yet another bombshell with me. "You know when I said I was sure I was gay?" I nodded my head. "I know I am Martin cuz there's this boy I've seen around and I find myself thinking about him. I sort of even wondered what it would be like to be with him, to see him naked and maybe do stuff with him and after this afternoon I don't even have to wonder. I think he's kind of flirting with me too cuz when I see him around, like at the Y and stuff, I always see him looking at me and he always smiles. He's really cute too Martin and I sort of get a little tingly feeling in my belly just thinking about him." My brain was shooting neurotransmitters like mad. Here I'd just managed to finally get my boy naked and playing and there's a possibility of losing him to another boy. Was I jealous? Damn straight. Did I let it show? Not on your life. I could never do that to Ethan. "Well it sounds as though you're sort of smitten Ethan," I said with a knowing smile. "So are you asking advice or just telling me what's going on." He shrugged his shoulders so I opted for door number one. "I guess if I were you I'd try to make friends with him, hang out, get to know him." Ethan nodded his head and smiled then told me that's what he thought I'd say. "I'm gonna do it Martin, I'm gonna try to get to know him." Ethan hugged me before I climbed into my SUV. "Thanks for today Martin. It really meant a lot to me. See you in a month." I kissed his forehead then left. His last statement had a sense of finality to it and I felt a little sense of loss but so be it. I was practical enough to know that if what the boy had gifted me with that day was all there was then I'd settle for that. Besides, I did have the pictures. On the way home I wondered about the boy that Ethan was talking about and my mind speculated on him, wondering just how cute he could be considering Ethan's glowing beauty. The next month I found out for myself when I met Quinn.