Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 16:24:00 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Camera Sly

        I had just gotten it and it was a BANG-UP thing!
	It was a digital camera with an auto-zoom, focusing, video recording and
all sorts of other cool things and I'd let my son borrow it for the weekend.
  He'd explained that he was going with a friend on an overnight camp out
and since it was his first, I thought, why not?  My son is very responsible
and the camera came back to me in the same condition it left in -- and with
new batteries.  I put it away, thinking nothing of it after that day that I
got it back.
	It was almost three weeks later that I, myself, was heading out of town and
thought that I could get some great photos of the mountains that I was going
to be staying in.  I packed the camera after checking the batteries and was
out the door, on the plane, and in the hotel room before I knew it.
	I guess I should tell you something about myself so that you're on the same
page, here.  My name is Oliver and none of my friends call me "Ollie".  I
hate that.  I am about six feet tall and I have a rather husky build.  I'm
not "built" but not "fat" and fall somewhere in the middle.  I walk or jog
every morning and that helps keep me fitter than most men my age,
forty-five, incidentally.  I have a slight underwear fetish and it's gotten
me into trouble a few times but not the kind I didn't mind being in.  Since
high school, I've always known I was gay and what kind of men I liked -- the
kind that were breathing and could string together enough words to let me
know they wanted the same thing I did.
	My son's name is Adam.  He's a lot like me, tall and bulky and a
loud-mouthed little punk-like child whose recent goth-stage was something I
took in stride.  His mother was a one-night stand I had in Tucson on a
business trip and after $2000 to the trampette, I got sole custody of him.
She didn't want a kid and I didn't want a wife.  We both won but I got the
better part of the deal.
	Adam had sandy blonde hair like mine before he dyed it a dark scarlet.  He
has dark brown eyes, also like mine and he wears glasses, like I do.  He
keeps a dark strip of hair from his bottom lip to his chin and long
sideburns.  He's got a sort of hawk-look to him that I think makes him
rather nice looking.  Black, purple and burgundy have become staples in his
wardrobe and I can't say it doesn't look good on his toned body.  A lot of
mesh and sheer fabric over tight muscles, baggy jeans that hug in the right
places and combat boots that clomp up and down the stairs when I'm trying to
sleep...that's Adam.  As I said, I don't mind the goth-thing.
	From the time he was ten, Adam has always had a thing for guys.  He would
watch men before he would even notice a woman and when his hormones kicked
in at thirteen, he was stupid over any guy with a pulse.  At sixteen, he had
a brief tryst with a business associate of mine and when I found out about
it, I couldn't bring myself to be angry but wanted to make sure he was all
right after his first experience with being jilted.  He bounced back rather
quickly and I was proud of him for it.
	So, the day that I arrived at my mountain cabin, I went out and took a swim
in the lake outside, hiked up through the surrounding forest and returned to
the small little cabin to get changed for my business dinner with a
potential new client.  As I headed out and to the restaurant, I stopped in a
local store and dropped off my pictures to be developed.  Instead of
choosing the option to select my photos individually, I just told the nice
young man to copy the whole memory card and that I would be back later to
pick them up.
	My potential new client was a woman that wanted my small firm to pick up
the advertising for her small, fledgling company and I told her I would be
happy to do it with only a couple of thousand more dollars than she'd
originally quoted and after some haggling and flirting on my part, she
agreed.  We had a deal by the time the strawberry cake came and I was out
the door to retrieve my pictures moments after that.
	The attendant handed over my photos without a word and I was home in no
time.  I dressed for bed and settled down on the sofa to look through my
photos.  As I looked through the first fifteen, I recognized some of the
scenes I'd photographed and thought that the stack of photos I held was
quite large for just the photos I'd taken today.  As I got through the ones
I'd taken, I saw others of tents beside lakes and men I didn't know.  It
dawned on me as I flipped through these others that I'd had the attendant
copy ALL of the photos on the card -- including Adam's.
	He had taken some of his friends and such and I flipped idly through those.
	As I ended the last of the stack, I hit upon one that showed Adam reflected
in a mirror, his shirt up to show a flat stomach with a nice mat of light
brown hair -- something I'd never noticed on him, before.  The next picture
was of him pulling the front of a pair of dark purple pants down to show the
beginnings of the same brown hair but of a pubic nature.  The next photo
bared his soft cock lying on a bed of the same brown hair and I felt a surge
of something sizzling my own soft cock!  By the fourth photo of my son
holding his cock, my own was throbbing through my boxers.
	Spreading my legs, I put the other, non-son photos, to the side and saw
that I had only five or six more pictures to look at.  The fifth picture was
of my son, turned toward the mirror and showing his bare ass. It was
perfectly smooth with an ace of hearts tattooed on the right cheek.  The "A"
must have stood for Adam's name.  It was cute but what caught my eye the
most was the thick covering of hair on his legs.  I never knew he had so
much hair on his body and it was a beautiful thing to behold.
	Sixth photo had him holding each cheek of this beautiful melon and I
reached down to take my cock.  Seventh glossy was a beautiful pink flower
amid milky-white skin and no hair to be seen.  His asshole was gorgeous and
my cock thought so too as it jumped in my hand.  Letting this picture slide
to the side, I was rewarded with the sight of that same pink hole greased up
with white goo that looked like Crisco.  It couldn't be.  My son?  Still
gripping my cock, I looked at the ninth photo to see the shining obsidian
head of what had to be a fake cock -- a dildo -- poised at the opening to my
son's hole.
	I gulped.  I wanted to save the last one.
	Getting up, I spread the photos out on the bed and saved looking at the
tenth photo for last.  Starting all over, I saw the first photo and started
pumping my cock.  Still masturbating myself, I went to the second, the
third, the fourth, increasing my speed as I went.  When I was finally at the
ninth picture again, I was close to spewing my load.  The last photo waited
for me and as I took it in, I saw what it was.  My sweet Adam's asshole was
gripping the shaft of a shiny, greased, fake cock and I shot my load all
over the bed, my stomach, the floor, my chest, and the bedspread!
	"Goddamn." I said to no one as I licked my hand clean and scooped up the
extra on my stomach to do the same.  "Adam..."

	The next two days, I repeated this little pattern.  I spread the photos out
and started the jerk off sessions with the additional story that I'd
concocted in my head of Adam's horny young self taking pictures of himself
in the mirror and getting himself off on the big, black dildo.  Every time I
got to the last picture, I shot my load.  It was breathtaking to see this
sight capture on film.  I had two more days of pleasuring myself like this
before I was able to go back home.
	Pulling into the drive, I prayed to the Sex God that my son would be gone
and someone up there answered as I came into the house, shouting his name
like a lunatic.  There were two upsides to this behavior.  If he was home, I
could confront him about these pictures and see what he said.  If he wasn't,
I could delicately search his room for the big, black cock he'd shoved up
his hole and see what it felt like, for myself.  Either way, I was a winner.
	When no one answered, I locked the front door and pulled the chain lock.  I
didn't want to be interrupted.  Throwing all my stuff into my room and
pulling the door closed, I carefully made my way down the hall and into my
son's room.  There were posters of various rock stars -- hot guys in black
leather and makeup.  It was tidy, neat, almost.  Carefully, I opened his
drawers and searched for only the black monster in the photos.  When I'd
gone through everything I could without giving myself away, I had found
nothing of the sort.
	I was disappointed.  There was no sign of any such toy and I was
disappointed.
	That night, Adam came home as usual, throwing his jacket on the couch and
coming into the kitchen with me while I made dinner.  We talked about his
day and my trip and sat down to eat.  Subtly, I asked him about his love
life and if there was anyone new to it.  There were a few names bantered
about, Zane and Charlie but nothing beyond a casual tone and detail-less
talk.  How could I ask him about the pictures and not give myself away?  I
decided to ask about the camping trip, instead and found that Zane and
Charlie both were present.
	I couldn't just ask about the dildo but conversation turned to the camera
and he sort of gave me an odd look when it came up.
	"You saw them, didn't you?" He asked, his face reddening.
	"Uh...yeah." I relented, standing quickly to clear away the dishes and
glasses.  I didn't want him embarrassed.  "I saw them.  I didn't mean to.
They were just on the disc when I went to have it copied and..."
	"I can explain." Adam jumped to.  "I was just messing around and..."
	"It's alright, son." Putting dishes into the dishwasher, I tried to sound
casual.
	"But Zane wanted me to take them.  He was going to put them on the Net
and-"
	"Son, you can't be serious! Please tell me you weren't going to put
pictures like that on the Net for anyone to see?"
	"That's what Zane wanted."  Adam retorted and something in my head clicked.
	"Zane?" I said, turning to face him.  "You mean they were pictures of
Zane?"
	"Yeah." Adam told me.  "Who did you think they were of?"
	For the longest moment of my life, I stood staring at my son.  It was as if
we both became telepathic and could literally read the other.
	"You thought they were me, didn't you?"
	"Yes."
	"And what did you do with the pics, dad?"
	I told him they were upstairs.  Thankfully, I hadn't started to sweat but I
felt like I would faint at any moment.  This was the most awkward moment I'd
had with my son in a long time.  There was no sign he was upset but I felt
tense and rather embarrassed.  Adam stood up and pushed his chair into the
table.  His hands stayed at the top of the thing and his head raised up to
look at me.  I could read something in his eyes and again, I was a little
frightened at what would happen next.
	"Are you okay?" I asked him, not sure what else to say.
	"Sure."
	I crossed to my son and put a hand on his shoulder.  His dark hair fell
into his eyes when he faced me and I put my other hand on his other
shoulder.  We stood for another few seconds looking at one another before he
spoke first.
	"Did you wish it was me?"
	"Fuck..." I whispered, being cornered into lying or admitting I was a
complete pervert to my son.  "Yes, I wished it was you."
	Adam moved to the side of me and around me.  I couldn't think of what he
must be thinking but I felt terrible.  Suddenly, everything I'd felt in the
hotel room made me feel filthy.  It wasn't worth losing my son over.  I
called to him as he grabbed up his jacket and opened the front door.
Calling after him, I couldn't reach the door fast enough to stop him as he
left.  When my hand grasped the doorknob, turned it reached into nothing but
air for him, I started to sob.
	He was nowhere to be seen.
	"Damn." I said aloud and went to get my cell phone.
	The next few minutes, I was frantic with worry.  What had happened with us
was heartbreaking and I couldn't believe it had happened, at all.  I'd never
meant to hurt him over all of this.  No one answered my phone calls, least
of all, Adam.  Half an hour had gone by and I'd taken to pacing in the
living room, hitting the redial button on my cell every few moments.
	The door opened and I jumped, almost out of my skin.  To my ultimate
relief, Adam walked into the house and I ran to him, taking him in to my
arms and hugging him tightly.  I couldn't find the words to say to him so
nothing came from my mouth.
	"It's okay, Dad."  He said to me, returning the hug.  "Really, it's fine."
	He stepped inside and again, to my shock, another boy came inside, as well.
  This boy had a Mohawk, not the kind that stood straight up but that was
cut rather close to his head, but still a single strip...of light brown hair.
He had beautiful amber eyes and a complexion like honey.  He wore a tight
shirt and black pants and carried a small case.
	"This is Zane, dad." Adam introduced us.
	"Pleasure to meet you." He said, extending his hand.  "Adam tells me you're
a fan of mine."
	I looked to my son to see him smiling at me.  All I could do was nod and
invite the boy into the house.  The look on Zane's face told me that there
was more to him being here than happenstance.  He took off his coat and was
about to say something when Adam interjected.
	"Not here." Adam said, closing the door.  "Let's go upstairs."
	Stupidly, I followed my son and Zane up the stairs to my room where Adam
moved my cases from the bed and smoothed out the dark blue bedspread.
Looking back to Zane, I saw that he was taking a tripod from the small case
and was setting it up in the floor.  It didn't take him any time to get this
set up and then Adam mounted my digital camera on the thing.
	"Don't just stand there, dad." Adam said to me, unbuckling his pants.
"Don't you want to take pictures of your own? And, of the real thing, this
time?"
	I moved to the camera and watched as the light came on and the camera's
maker's logo flashed across the screen.  Adam moved onto the bed and shed
his shirt.  I gulped again and couldn't quite believe what was going on.  He
looked me in the eye and pinched his left nipple.  "What about this one?" He
said to me and I silently hit the button to capture that moment on the
camera.  "It feels good, dad."
	I didn't respond but I knew what I wanted to say.  I wanted to volunteer to
be the one doing it while someone else took the pictures.
	Zane smiled and moved into the frame of the picture, his hairy body a sharp
contrast for my son's smooth one.  I watched them move against one another,
taking picture after picture when they moved in an especially erotic way.
It was all I could do to keep my cock in my pants as I watched the very
hairy guy I'd been jerking off to kissing and hugging on my son -- the person
that I thought the pictures were of to begin with.
	"Want some of this?" Zane asked me when his body had been maneuvered in
such a way that his ass was facing me.  "I know how much you liked it
before."
	"Come on, Dad." Adam coaxed and I couldn't resist.
	"Hit the little button on the top, first." Zane said and I did as he said,
not knowing what it would do and not really caring, his smooth ass in my
face.
	Moving to the bed, I ran my hands over the smooth globes of Zane's sweet
ass and my cock throbbed. There it was, the small tattoo of the Ace of
Hearts and I knew that it had, indeed, been Zane in the photos.  I still had
to contend with being turned on at the thought of it being my son but this
guy's little ass was too hot not to manhandle now that I had been given the
opportunity.
	"My friend's hot, isn't he, Dad?" Adam said and leaned over to kiss Zane
full on the mouth.  "I think he's very hot, myself."
	I kneaded the flesh in my hands, hard, long motions of my hands on his
skin, the muscle underneath giving in to my manipulations.  Soft sounds came
from the guy and I saw Adam moving around to the front, still kissing his
friend and hugging him tenderly.  It was something to see, that was for
certain.
	"Open him." Adam coaxed as he propped his chin on Zane's shoulder. "He's
moist and delicious."
	Spreading apart the boy's ass, I saw the same pucker I'd seen before, pink
and perfect and hairless.  Diving in, face first, my tongue speared his hole
without a second thought.  It swished, licked, tongued, bit and came around
for more.  Sloshing sounds echoed in my small room and I felt Zane's ass
being shoved back toward me as I ate him out!  Moans of his own, moans of
mine and sounds of encouragement from my son filled my head.  It was
intoxicating.
	"Let's fuck him." Adam said from above me and I had to pull my shining face
away to nod my ascension.  "Let's fuck him from both ends, Dad!"
	Zane was more than willing I found out.  He fell forward on his hands and
knees and repositioned himself across the bed.  Standing, I went around and
stood behind the boy, his ass wet and glistening.  Taking it into my hands
again, I tore open my pants and freed my cock, also wet and glistening.
	"Not with that, yet." Adam said to me and I looked up to my son.  "With
this."
	Looking at what he held, I saw the big, black, latex monster that Adam had
used on himself in the pictures...uh, that Zane had used on himself...and my
mouth watered.  My dick oozed and I used the stuff to lube that sweet ass up
more.  Adam handed the thing over to me and I was amazed at how light it
was.  Hefting the thing down onto the bed, I wondered where it had come
from.  It seemed to have appeared out of thin air and then I saw the top
drawer of my nightstand open.  Damn!  Had it been there all this time? I'd
been gone for the last few days and hadn't used my room -- had they?
	"Yeah...put that thing in me!" Zane said and I looked for lube.
	"Use this." Adam said from behind me, his hand going around me to hand me a
jar of something exclaiming "Just the thing for those hard to reach places!"
	Adam's other hand was on my waist -- and he didn't move it.
	Lubing up the dildo, I measured it mentally at easily nine inches.  Zane's
twitchy little ass moved back and forth in wanting and I gladly put the
greased head to his pucker.  He almost danced with delight as he felt this
and Adam's hand slid down to my own ass.  Zane did most of the work, sliding
down and letting his asshole eagerly take in the toy.  I watched in
fascination as soon, he'd taken the whole damned thing.  Adam's hand was
cupping my right asscheek at that point and my cock was throbbing and oozing
all over my rug.
	"Isn't it hot, Dad?" Adam said to me, his free hand snaking around to grip
my dick.  "Isn't Zane one of the hottest boys you know?"
	Reaching through his spread legs, Zane held the base of the dildo and let
his ass slip down a little farther onto it.  It was breathtaking to see this
smooth young ass devour this latex thing with seemingly no effort, at all.
When he had taken it all -- the boy let out a groan of such pure delight, my
cock almost exploded then and there! Of course, my son's stroking and
pulling of the thing didn't hurt that feeling either.
	"Are you okay with this?"
	Adam's warm mouth was inches from my ear.  His breath was even and
delightful against my flesh and all I could do was nod.  I was more than a
little okay with what Adam's young body was doing to my cock and my own
body. Sweet hands held my cock and ass, tender fingers inched down my shaft
to tickle my balls and slipped into the dark cleft of my ass to touch my
asshole.
	"I don't want you to get weird later and start freaking out."  Adam told me
in another whisper.  " `Cuz, I want to suck your cock."
	"Sure son," I said in almost a daze as I watched Zane's sweet ass rising,
still clenched around the black dildo.  "Suck my cock..." I said, almost like
a zombie in a bad horror flick.
	Watching Zane repeatedly swallowing that monster dildo was making me hot.
Adam's warm hands gave way to an even warmer mouth and the act of Zane
fucking himself became like an addiction.  He pushed his cock through his
legs and began to work it back and forth steadily, letting pre-cum slip from
the tip and onto the bed.  He was moaning, groaning, working his sweet ass
back and forth, up and down and twitching it side to side as the dildo
filled him.
	"Oh, son..." I said, my hand tangling in my son's hair.  "Make daddy happy."
I said to him, moaning between words.  "Suck my cock you filthy little
bastard." I said before I knew what I'd said.
	Apparently, this didn't phase him.  His mouth fastened tighter to my shaft
and he began to work his face back and forth with an intense suction and an
easy release!  My hand tightened in his hair as Zane's hole clenched the
dildo and a slight sucking sound came from it.  I shoved Adam's head down,
pushing his face forward and deeper on my dick.  He thanked me with a deep
groan around my cock.
	"Fuck that ass, Zane." I said to the sandy-blond on the bed.  "It feels
good, doesn't it, boy?"
	He moaned his agreement with my statement and slid back down around the
latex base of the thing.  I watched as he set up a gentle rhythm of fucking
himself that was opposite of what Adam continued doing with my cock.  The
two of them were going strong and I felt as if I would have to release my
enjoyment of their actions soon!  I'm sure that Zane knew exactly what he
was doing to me with this sort of thing but Adam couldn't see my face from
his particular vantage point and couldn't see that I was half drooling at
the sight his friend provided.
	"Ah, son..." I moaned as Adam's tongue began slipping under my shaft and into
my pubic bush.  "That's good...lick that shaft for daddy, baby." Continuing my
porn-dialogue, I ran a hand into his thick hair.  "Cocksucking little
fuck...make daddy's prick pulse with your mouth!"
	"You dirty fuck," Zane said as he continued to fuck himself and back-stroke
his cock.  "You get off on skull-fucking your own son!"
	"You just concentrate on ass-fucking your hole, you horny little shit." I
said to him, smacking his ass with my free hand.  "Ah, baby, you do daddy
good!" I said to Adam, a loving tone in my voice.  "I'm gonna reward you for
your throat love."
	"You're going to face-fuck your son until you nut in his mouth, you
fuck-hungry bastard."  Zane said and I saw his face and the sly sneer it
held.  "Just like I've done twenty or thirty times this week! Your son's a
cum-hungry cocksucker but good!"
	"That right, boy?" I asked, holding Adam's head against the base of my
cock.
	Adam moaned against me.  His hands circled my waist and gripped me tightly.
  I couldn't help the twitch in my cock at his helplessness.  His mouth
relaxed on me and his hands slacked a bit in their grip.  "Daddy's little
cum-sucker." I said and he moaned again.  "Do it, then...suck the cum out."
	Zane's ass swallowed latex again and he let out a moan.  His hand pulled at
his prick and I felt mine swell that much more.  It wasn't going to be long,
at this point.  I was going to fill my son with everything I had while his
horny friend fucked himself silly with the giant dildo he held in his
asshole.
	"Oh son..." I said to him, my ass clenching.  "Daddy's...oh...fuck! Daddy's
cumming, baby! Daddy's FUCKING cumm...ing!" I said, blasting my load all into
his mouth and along his face as he pulled his mouth away!  Keeping it open,
he caught my next blast!
	"Yeah, baby!" I said to him, holding his mouth open with my thumb.  "Eat my
load! Eat it all, you lucky fucker!!!
	I watched in horny awe as Adam's mouth accommodated my load! His tongue
caught the next few bits and what he didn't catch latticed his face
beautifully!  He was a fuck-frosted piece of delicious when I'd emptied my
load on him.
	"Daddy's so good to me, Zane."  He said as he stood and I licked my own
spunk off his lips.  "He tastes good."
	"FUCK!" Zane exclaimed and rolled onto his back, the dildo firmly planted
in his ass.  "I'm cumming Mr. B! Adam, take my load, too!"
	Adam responded by clamping his willing mouth over the geyser Zane's cock
provided for him! I was shocked and little turned on as I watched my son
literally attack his son's beautiful prick and swallow down every drop!

	That afternoon, the three of us had dinner together and repeated the
incident.  I have to say that the second time around was hotter than the
first.  Unfortunately, Zane moved not long after that and Adam wasn't the
happiest guy about it all.  I knew what he must be going through, something
similar happened to me when I was younger.  He was pretty upset for a few
days until a brown packaged arrived in the mail.
	The inside envelope was another, smaller, brown envelope with a bright red
sticker reading "Adolpho's Adult Services!" in bold letters across it.  I
looked at Adam as I tore the top off and extracted...a stack of photos of the
three of us that afternoon!  Apparently, Zane had taken the memory card that
day and replaced it with another so that he could develop the film and send
the photos to us.  There were easily two hundred pictures taken on
timer-delay.
	Adam and I look through the pictures from time to time...and have even
created more to add to our collection.  Adolpho's has gotten quite a lot of
repeat business from my son and I -- but that's another story for another
time...