Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2020 14:15:00 +0100
From: Rick Shaver <rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: The Photographer - part 10

A photographer, Rob, who does pictures of naked youth, his friendship with
Keith and Keith's teenage son, Charlie.

In this episode, Rob finds out more about living with his new family, and
about Charlie's interest in anal sex.

I know that people want Charlie and his father to get together, and they
will, but it will take a bit of time to overcome Keith's reluctance,
however in this episode things go further.

This is fantasy, the England depicted does not exist; the era is the recent
past, pre-mobile phones.

The story depicts sexual activity between men, and between men and boys.


Rob -  Me, photographer, 40
Keith -- red-head, 35
Charlie -- 15, Keith's son

Mr Durrell (Jake) -- Keith's boss, 30

Linus -- German mechanic at the garage

Nial -- art teacher
Jacko -- one of the 'Commandos'
Toby -- Nial's replacement
Bryan Roper -- Charlie's head of year
Jason -- football captain

10.	Rob: And Charlie too

When Keith and Charlie had moved in, there had been no question that
Charlie would get two rooms on the second floor, where he could be private
and hence give us privacy. The first floor became Keith and my domain, but
on the first night Keith shared my bed and he never left. Somehow, we just
clicked, so the second bedroom became a dressing room and potential guest
room (not that we ever had guests).

My studio was in the basement, so this kept clients a bit separate. This
was necessary because, from the outset Charlie had decided that whilst at
home he wasn't going to bother with clothes, so we got used to seeing him
naked. Though I always insisted that he be clothed for meals. Keith had
objected to Charlie's display at first, but Charlie had pointed out that
pictures of him naked were on my studio walls and dotted around the house
(Charlie was a good subject and I was proud of the pictures) so people
could hardly object to the real thing. But, the advent of Keith and Charlie
had made me relax and mix things up a bit. I didn't try to pretend to
ordinary clients that I didn't do nude and erotic stuff, it was all part of
the spectrum.

In fact, my clients started to mix things up as well. One young couple, who
came to talk about my engagement photos of them in the park, also returned
for a studio shoot to be done naked. It was completely discreet, but there
was something very sexy about the pictures as well. And if clients caught a
glimpse of Charlie, I would just comment that that was my son and he rarely
wore clothes, and laugh.

When Keith and Charlie had moved in, I had been a little uncertain what my
relationship to Charlie would be, but he seemed to have immediately adopted
me as a second Dad. He referred to us as his two Dads, and after
experimenting with calling me Rob had decided and Dad Robert (a mouthful I
know). We sort of settled into being a family.

Charlie's casualness about dress rubbed off on Keith and me. It helped that
Keith's new boss was helping him discover hidden depths, and Keith's
confidence in his own appearance had improved vastly. Now that he shaved
regularly and sported a PA and tit rings and usually wore a thick cock
ring, he seemed pleased to show off. So, we spent a lot of time naked, and
inevitably would find ourselves fucking all over the house and
garden. Charlie didn't participate, after our first wanking session
together he had kept sex separate. Which was OK by us.

Charlie didn't confide much in either Keith or I about sex, but we guessed
he was getting some at school. For photos, Charlie was superbly confident
and going from strength to strength. So much so, that the website was keen
for him to do a duo, but Charlie had so far refused saying he didn't feel
up to having sex on camera. I'd left it at that, as it was important for
him to feel comfortable.

But I wondered about his feelings regarding intimacy with his father, was
it something Charlie would welcome and given the boy's openness and,
frankly, sheer outrageous love of display, I wondered whether some of this
was attention seeking. So I started a little campaign, nothing major but
Keith and I talked about father and son intimacy, and I worked on the idea
of who better to introduce a son to sexual matters than his father. And
after all, the family that fucks together, stays together; it didn't escape
me that Charlie was growing, he'd move into more dominant roles and the
idea of him fucking Keith, and me, was surely on the cards. We should be
comfortable with sex as a family activity. And Keith began to come round.

As a couple, Keith and I had fallen naturally into sexual roles, I tended
to be the top and he the bottom, the older more experienced guy fucking the
younger one. But such settled roles are not always good for a relationship,
and Keith's relative lack of experience as a top might inhibit him from
taking that role with Charlie. So I encouraged him to do it more, my arse
had never got so much action. And one evening we were doing it on the sofa,
I was lying back, legs in air and Keith had his tongue deep in my
hole. Charlie appeared, looking like a startled rabbit in the doorway. He
was still dressed, knowing him he was on his way for a snack. I grinned at
him, gave him a thumbs up and motioned for him to be quiet. Keith didn't
see him, so Charlie got a terrific view of his father in action. Charlie
paid attention, and slipped his own cock out and stroked it. For me,
knowing that Charlie was watching us only made the scene more intense.

In other areas we functioned well as a team, and in fact Charlie had
encouraged me to go along to parents evening at school so that suddenly we
were out as a couple. The fact that we were three gay men (Charlie had been
clear to Keith and to us, that he too was gay), who were often to be found
wandering round the house naked should not hide the fact that lots of
normal and boring family things went on. We even started going out
together, discovering a (very narrow) range of music that all three of us
liked.

--oOo--oOo--

Keith got a consent form (well two) from the school because parental
consent was needed for Charlie to pose nude for the senior art
class. Evidently everyone, including the art teacher was keen for Charlie
to pose. He'd be decently draped, but as he was used to being plastered
naked all over the web being nude didn't seem to bother Charlie. There were
two forms, because the art master wanted Charlie to pose for him too, and
this time fully nude.

The school seemed to take a relaxed attitude to all this. There hadn't even
been any repercussions to Charlie turning up sans pubes and sans underwear
and in fact he assured us that going commando was getting quite
popular. Quite how relaxed the school was we found out on our next visit,
when we met with Charlie's head of year, a tall guy in his early 40's with
a closely clipped grey hair and a moustache to match. He explained that the
school liked to encourage the boys to express themselves, and to find ways
to do so safely. They were keen to encourage the young men to become
comfortable with their bodies, and even express their sexuality. So that
boys like Charlie who were willing to pose nude in art class were
encouraged, as was Charlie's move to go commando. In fact, quite a group
had started doing this and the staff had nick-named them the Commandos. He
made it clear that such activities were closely monitored, but sexual
activity was not ruled out. Coercion and force were come down upon heavily,
and as were relations between staff and pupils because such sexual links
were contrary to the good health of any pupil teacher relationship.

All this sounded admirable and, if a little strange, nothing to worry about
though Keith fretted a bit. We had rather a different attitude, probably
because I had fooled around rather a lot when I was Charlie's age whereas
Keith had been inhibited, unsure of his sexuality or how to express his
desires. He worried about Charlie's relations with other boys, whilst I
pointed out that Charlie was already handling being photographed and see in
highly explicit situations, and that it was better to let him find his own
level.

Still, on another evening we had met the art master in question, he was
barely out of college and seemed keen and eager; he was also only 6 or 7
years older than Charlie. Charlie seemed to be able to take care of
himself, so what could go wrong? He offered to show us some of the recent
work of the senior art class, it was pretty explicit stuff with drawings
and paintings of boys who were fully naked, and clearly comfortable. It
wasn't just boys, clearly some of the younger masters didn't mind stripping
off, and some of them were very sexy. Whilst the permission we had signed
referred to Charlie being 'decently draped', clearly the interpretation of
decent was flexible as virtually the drawings and paintings feature boys
and men who were entirely naked, most with everything on display. And some
were well worth displaying. The final portfolio even had some guys who were
fully erect, displaying proudly. The teacher looked at us a little
nervously when showing them, but compared to some of the pictures I had
taken they were tame.

In fact, I rather liked the idea of Charlie showing himself off and, if
truth be told, so did Keith. Charlie didn't say much about it at first
except to comment that it was far more tedious than having photos taken
because he had to stay still for longer. Then at one point he rather
shamefacedly admitted to me that he found it impossible to 'keep it up' for
long enough whereas a couple of the other guys were able to stay hard for
long periods. Finally, we got to school one evening and managed to see some
pictures, and pretty creditable they were, though nothing more.

When Charlie decided he wanted to talk to someone about sex, it was me that
he elected upon. One Saturday Keith was out ferrying Jake (no sex was
involved, it was a pukka rather high powered meeting). I was gardening
(dressed) and Charlie appeared (also dressed) and started to talk
randomly. Finally, he plucked up courage and asked me about sex,
specifically fucking. He coloured red (a trait inherited from his father)
when I asked why and shied away. But a week or so later, he returned to the
subject. He admitted that he'd met someone he'd like to fuck with, but had
never done so.

We had a few conversations about the mechanics of it. I've done both bottom
and top in my time and can remember my early inexperience with embarrassing
clarity. I was curious as to why Charlie seemed so experienced in some
ways, but not in others. That's being a teenager I guess. I can't really
comment as I was a complete slut at Charlie's age but it took me years to
work out how to have a relationship, and Keith admitted that it had taken
him years to realise that it was guys he preferred. He'd woken up in a
relationship, and realised that it was actually his girlfriend's brother he
fancied.

At this point, Keith had a conversation with Charlie when Charlie finally
admitted that he'd avoided having full on penetrative sex until he found
someone he really wanted to do it with. He'd been fooling around at school,
and now met someone. It took some time to learn who this someone was,
Charlie seemed keen to talk but nervous at being explicit. Finally, we
found out. Having posed naked for the art teacher once, the two set up a
regular post-school session. Nude posing had led to more intimate contact
and Charlie admitted that Nial was the first guy that he had properly
kissed. Fooling around had developed into something more, and now Charlie
wanted to go all the way. Keith was a bit exercised, to put it mildly, when
he discovered that Charlie had been fooling around with one of his
teachers. I managed to moderate things a bit, but the atmosphere got a bit
frosty.

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/tom-sixteen/

Rick Shaver
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