Date: Tue, 7 Jul 2020 15:46:30 +0100
From: Rick Shaver <rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: The Photographer - part 3

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

In this episode, narrated by Rob, Rob & Keith get more intimate, and photo
sessions with Charlie get more daring.

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

3.	Rob: Naughty pictures & close relations

I didn't see Charlie, the vagaries of my diary meant that I was generally
rather later home, but one night I decided to make a detour via the Trinity
and who should be there but Keith. We sat idly chatting, talking
neighbourhood and gardening mainly. We'd just about run out of small talk
and I was conscious of trying to prolong the conversation simply so I could
be with Keith. So, partly out of desperation I mentioned jazz gig that I
was going to. A group of ex-uni mates and I meet up periodically to indulge
in a mutual love of jazz which we discovered at uni. Keith's eyes lit up
and he said how much he envied me, he'd not been to a gig like that in
years. Since getting his last job he had found his schedule too complicated
to be able to juggle going out with looking after Charlie. I asked if that
meant he never went out, he nodded saying sometimes he got the evening off
when away but often he was too knackered to do anything. Then, feeling
daring, I asked what he did about sex. He grinned and said not a lot, he'd
never dared bring a bloke back to the house when Charlie was young and now
it all seemed far too difficult.

Well there was my answer to that question. Who knows how things might have
developed, but Keith had to go.

It was only a day later that Morrice rang to say that he'd not be able to
manage the jazz gig as he was going to abroad. We had a bit of banter about
the joys of Morrice's job; we all thought the travelling was a great bonus,
but Morrice always took the gloomy view. Then I thought of Keith. In next
to no time, I'd organised for Keith to take the spare ticket.

It was a great evening, Keith got on with the guys and the acts at the club
were superb. For large chunks of time, I managed to forget that I was
fantasizing constantly about Keith. We were incredibly late getting back
and as we walked from the station, I apologised to Keith saying that I'd
invite him in for coffee but that I'd got an early session the next
morning. Keith grinned and said that he'd have to be up early too, perhaps
we could do that coffee later. His eyes twinkled slightly and then he bent
down. Nerves and the difference in our heights made it possibly one of the
clumsiest kisses that I have ever had, but perhaps it was the one that
meant the most to me. It developed from a brief peck, to a deep exchange of
tongues. When we came up for air, Keith smiled and said that we'd better
stop or we'd disgrace ourselves, but that we ought to have that coffee.

By the time I got home, there was a text from him, suggesting meeting up in
a couple of days' time. I agreed with alacrity.

Charlie was far quicker to strip off at the next session. He had another
surprise for us, he was going commando. When I commented, he grinned at his
Dad who shrugged and said that Charlie had been doing that a lot and he
just hoped the school didn't object. This got an exclamation from Charlie,
but Keith had his own little surprise. When he slipped off his briefs, his
pubes had gone completely. His white skin was now entirely smooth. The
comment 'What do you think' was addressed to both Charlie and me, but it
was clearly meant for me. Both of us answered that we thought it looked
great.

Charlie's pictures were quite stunning, so much so that I insisted we go
outside and take another set there. Keith was a bit nervous about going
outside naked, but I assured him that the garden was hardly
overlooked. Charlie, needless to say, thought it a great adventure. Whilst
finishing in the garden, Keith's phone rang, and he took the call. It was
his boss, so he stayed there to finish the call whilst Charlie and I went
back upstairs. I suggested that Charlie might consider a couple of extra
shots, hard this time, as tasters for the next session. Charlie looked
thoughtful but then nodded. When I ventured that he might have difficulty
getting hard, he went red and said there would be no trouble. When Keith
finally return, Charlie was already under the lights showing off his
elegant cock as if he'd been born to do it.

By the end, I'd got a nice set of photos as teasers, some very explicit
most less so. I looked over at Keith, he'd turned so that he had his back
to the shoot. I could see why; his own cock was standing to attention. I
called a halt and said that I thought we might perhaps all benefit from a
bit of relief. Charlie looked puzzled at first, but as he walked forward,
he caught a glimpse of Keith's cock, before Keith could discreetly put his
hand in front. It made no difference. My own was starting to get hard, so I
decided to break my golden rule. I started stroking it, Charlie followed
suit with his and finally Keith. When we'd finished, we all broke into
laughter like naughty boys.

Two nights later I went round to Keith's on a night when Charlie was
staying over with friends. We were having a meal in; Keith had bought some
stuff from a deli by the station (I said that the area was coming up in the
world). He opened the door wearing the usual t-shirt and jeans, only these
fitted him perfectly. His feet were bare.

By the time we'd finished kissing, we were both naked. He was still wearing
his briefs (I'd have to do something about that) but had just shaved so
that his pubes were super-smooth. We had one of those stupid conversations
which mixed short phrases with kisses and other explorations. I agreed
again that the shave job looked good and that I planned to show him how
good.

Before we ate, we generally explored. Getting to know a new man's body is a
thrilling experience, and with Keith it was no different. He seemed to find
it the same, and by the time we'd finished and come, we were ready to eat
and drink. After the meal I got down onto the floor, lifted Keith's legs up
and applied my mouth to his gorgeous smooth pink hole. What I'd hoped to
happen did, I ended up by fucking Keith, pounding his arse in fine fashion.

I'd intended to go home, but we were so late that when Keith invited me to
stay and I couldn't resist. The house was small, and austerely furnished
but Keith's bed was a big one, clearly up to taking his long frame and more
than able to cope with the two of us. We didn't fuck much during the night,
but I loved just being there.

I woke up next morning to the sight of Keith bringing me coffee. After a
good morning kiss (which turned into a lot more) we sat and talked. Since
the last photo session Charlie had been over the moon and Keith was worried
that he was encouraging him to be an exhibitionist weirdo. I laughed and
said that there was nothing wrong with exhibitionism. Evidently Charlie had
taken to wandering round the house naked and wanted his father to as
well. Charlie had announced that he was going commando all the time, from
now on and again wanted his father to follow suit. Keith, needless to say,
was feeling less certain.

I had intended to leave well before Charlie returned, despite Keith's
insistence that it was OK. But it was too tempting, a lazy Sunday morning
with coffee and the papers. By the time Charlie returned, we'd had
breakfast and I'd managed to persuade Keith to keep his clothes
off. Charlie, rather than being surprised or shocked, seemed delighted. He
dashed up to his room, stripped off and came to join us. I'd never gone out
with a guy who had a child, and certainly not with one of my clients. I was
a bit on edge and nervous. But Keith had a solution, he sent Charlie off to
buy lunch (I gathered that it was Charlie who did the buying in the
house). We joked about what we'd end up with.

Then Keith took me upstairs. We didn't fuck we had a talk, he told me that
he didn't do one-night stands at home. He hoped that we could see each
other regularly but if I didn't want that, then he'd understand. I was a
bit gob-smacked. He went on to say that he'd had his eye on me from when we
first met, but that it had been Charlie who had egged him on. I agreed to
stay the rest of the weekend.

We were still fucking when Charlie re-appeared with lunch. It was a
celebration, though it was a 15-year-old boy's idea of what celebration
food should be. I'll leave you to imagine. We were dressed, much to
Charlie's chagrin, and went for a walk in the park afterwards to watch the
football. We returned in time for TV, a programme Charlie followed. The
evening passed in quiet pleasantness. Charlie disappeared to his room. I
was constantly aware of the smallness of the house and how much Charlie
might hear, especially when we were both larking around in the bathroom
together.

I didn't want to leave on Monday, despite the early start.

I returned home, to find a text from Keith. Our subsequent exchange can
probably be imagined, I won't give you the detail. But we arranged for
Keith to come round in the week, when Charlie was at school.

When Keith came round on Wednesday, I'd started to have cold feet. But the
sight of his grinning face cheered me, and the fact that he had a bag with
him cheered me even more. He was staying the night if I'd have him (would
I!). Charlie was going to go home with friends, get fed there and stay the
night. Charlie was very content; the friends' parents had a far bigger
house than his. This thought brought back an idea that had popped into my
head and wouldn't go away, that Keith and Charlie come to live with me. I
kept quiet, for now, not wanting to rush things though in fact we were
galloping.

I cooked. Cooked properly that is, not just opening cans and boxes, whilst
Keith sat and watched. We had a proper grown up conversation about news,
how Charlie was doing a school, gardening, jazz. No sex. After dinner I let
my hands wander and found that Charlie's or my influence had rubbed off,
Keith was going commando. When I mentioned it, he went red and said he'd
found the idea appealing and being as both Charlie and I were. He
shrugged. I asked him if he was doing it at work and here, he grinned and
said yes, of course. Just a thin piece of fabric between his boss and his
cock.

Mention of his cock brought another idea back to me, I asked him if I could
take some photos. Not commercial, just for me. Keith gulped and went red
again (I loved the way he always coloured up). I thought he was going to
say no, but then he looked at me funny. He agreed, provided that he got to
shave me. He wanted both of us to be shaved. I agreed, but said we'd have
to do the shoot first.

I've always trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls, but I've never taken
everything off. I wasn't sure I liked the look on me, but agreed to go
ahead with it.

Keith was a far less easy subject than his son, but hey I'm a professional
and we got some pretty good pictures. Some of it was a bit crazy, but not
all and when things went right Keith sure looked sexy under the
camera. Full frontal and erect, yes we went the whole way.

Afterwards we retired to my bathroom for my part of the deal. Here he was
impressed as I've created for myself a huge wet-room out of one of the
spare bedrooms. It's great to play around in, and that's what we did. Keith
took the shaving very seriously, my pubes, balls, as well as my arse got
neatly shaved. You know what, I think I liked the look.

You probably think you can guess the rest, well we did have sex. But
afterwards, as we talked. I admitted to Keith that I was in danger of
getting fond of him, and I used the L word. He didn't shy away, quite the
opposite. I've always had a tendency to fall quickly and use the L word too
soon and scare people off. I didn't this time.

Morning was an early start, but we still had time for some fun. We wouldn't
meet again till Charlie's next session on Saturday, but you can sure bet
plenty of texts were exchanged. It all seemed a bit too good to be true,
but Keith was keen to meet up again on Saturday. He'd be spending the
afternoon chauffeuring Charlie about to a school event, but the plan was
that they would come to my place for the evening. In the event Charlie
announced that he could sleep over at his friend Jake's again so Keith and
I would have the evening to ourselves.

Charlie's next photo session was the big one, he'd be showing everything
off hard and, I hope, come to orgasm on camera. As it turned out, Charlie
was everything the little show off and had no problems either getting hard
or maintaining it. Not only that, but he came not once but twice. I got
some fabulous photos. There was no sex at the end, it was really erotic
after the first shock of seeing Charlie hard; after all the object of the
exercise was the camera. That said, once the session was finished Keith and
I sent Charlie off to shower and fucked there in the studio. Charlie could
easily have come back in, perhaps he did, but we didn't notice. I was keen
to see how the session had come out and when Keith and Charlie went off for
Charlie's afternoon football practice, I got busy with photos.

By the time Charlie and Keith returned, I'd got a superb set and I was very
happy; so were Keith and Charlie.

The next few weeks fell into a steady pattern; I couldn't believe my
luck. Things were going were personally and professionally.

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