Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2020 11:54:31 +0100
From: Rick Shaver <rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: The Photographer - part 4

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

For this episode (and the next few), focus turns to Keith and his
developing relationship with his boss.

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

4.	Keith: Mr Durrell and the Gym

Keith was sitting in the Citroen waiting for Mr Durrell. Keith was running
him home from the office, just a simple journey, so just the Citroen not
the Merc and Keith wasn't in uniform just shirt and dark trousers. Durrell
was the company's new Managing Director, a young whiz-kid of barely more
than 30 but he came trailing a great reputation. And he was the chairman's
son. Keith had been chosen to be Durrell's personal driver, which mean
promotion, his own garage near the executive entrance and even his own
room. No more lockers, no more sharing cars with other guys in the drivers'
pool. There was more money too, but the drawback was that he was at
Durrell's beck and call. So far, it had worked in Keith's favour and for
the first time ever, he'd been able to go to a school sports event which
had made Charlie feel really chuffed.

The problem was that things had turned a little odd. Durrell seemed to want
him to be as much a friend as a member of staff. They'd already been for
coffee together, before a meeting, when Keith had filled the awkward
silences by talking about Charlie and his progress at school. Durrell
seemed interested in Keith's home life and seemed fascinated by the fact
that Keith lived with another guy. It all made Keith uneasy, but Rob said
for him to relax and simply try and keep a bit of distance. Rob had found
that some clients he photographed wanted to be friendly and it paid to
learn to be a bit friendly but still preserve the relationship.

Only Durrell had changed the goal posts, it wasn't just the odd coffee (odd
in all senses of the word). Durrell had only recently moved back here from
his stint abroad and had joined a gym. He wanted Keith to come with him,
not just once but on a regular basis. So far Keith had dropped him there
occasionally and then done errands (the gym was conveniently near both the
garage they used for servicing the cars and a branch of Halfords).

Keith's initial reaction was no-way, but Rob had been more relaxed and had
simply answered with another question. Only, Rob's question had given Keith
pause: was Durrell wanting to perv, and get the chance to see Keith naked?
Was that it? Keith wasn't sure. Certainly, there was no Mrs. Durrell and
apparently no girlfriend, Durrell seemed a loner. Keith was a bit shocked
at the idea of Durrell wanting to see him naked, what if Durrell wanted
more than that? Rob had been relaxed and gently laughed at Keith's
concerns, saying that as long as Durrell paid it was fine with him. They'd
almost had an argument, but Rob insisted he trusted Keith and a
relationship was about personal ties and trust, rather than simply whose
arse you dipped your cock in.

So, Keith was thinking, because he knew that on the way home Durrell would
ask him.

And that he did, almost as soon as they got on their way. Keith surprised
himself by saying yes. Durrell was pleased, so much so that he insisted the
from now on Keith call him Jake. Keith had never done that before with any
of the guys he'd driven. They made plans, or at least Jake did, for going
to the gym the next day. Keith agreed, saying he'd bring some gear with
him. But Jake said no, they would call somewhere on the way and Keith could
get some new stuff, Jake would pay. Keith shrugged; whatever, you learned
to accept crazy things in this job.

Just before Durrell, Jake, got out, he asked Keith a further question. This
was done more hesitatingly, certainly not like his boss but like a
mate. And it wasn't a question, a statement. Keith wasn't wearing anything
under his trousers, he went commando. Keith was a bit shocked, but could
hardly bluff; after all, if the bloke had noticed, chances were he'd not
get away with pretending. So, Keith said no, he preferred not to; was that
a problem? Not at all, evidently, Jake was just curious.

Keith tried to tell himself that it was just Jake planning to buy him a
jock-strap to go under his shorts but Keith knew that there was more. Looks
as if Jake wanted to perv after all. Well, let him. He'd give a proper
show. That was something he'd learned from Rob. Keith might have refused to
let Rob photograph him professionally and have people paying to see him
nude and hard, the way they did Charlie, but Keith was getting more
comfortable with the idea that people liked a show.

Next morning, he collected Jake and they drove to a sports shop. Not a run
of the mill one, but a high-end place attached to the gym. They were taken
downstairs into a private area, and Jake was treated as an honoured
guest. First thing was the shoes, but the young guy insisted that he needed
to see Keith running in them, to check his gait. So, Keith had to get some
shorts first. When these came, they were tiny, smaller than anything he'd
ever run in. The guy explained all sorts of nonsense about how the
micro-fibre wicked sweat away from the groin and other bollocks. He then
asked if Keith would be wearing them over anything, Keith looked at Jake
who was all eager and expectant. So that was the way it went. Keith smiled
and said no, he never wore anything under. To his surprise the guy grinned
and said that that was the best way.

The changing area was a tiny booth with just a flimsy curtain. Neither the
guy nor Jake moved away to give him privacy, so Keith thought what the
hell. He didn't draw the curtain. He slipped off shirt first, then trousers
and finally socks, making sure he turned to give them a good view. Then he
came out of the booth naked before he put the shorts on.

Keith was over six foot, slim with a shock of red hair. Since meeting Rob
he'd shaved off what body hair he had, so that he was a fine pale-skinned
specimen. He was still a little embarrassed about the size of his cock, but
Rob had helped him grow in confidence and he'd learned it was certainly
more than average. Certainly, both Jake and the guy gave him a good
look. The shorts didn't hide anything, quite the opposite as they clung
suggestively. There wasn't a singlet, Jake announced that Keith didn't need
one.

The rest of the visit was ordinary, just messing around getting the shoes
right. The bill,when it came was incredible.

There was paperwork to do at the gym, and then Jake led Keith to the
changing room. Jake chose the smaller gym, rather than the main one,
explaining that he preferred to use this exercise room as it tended to be
quieter. There was the usual array of machines with around a dozen guys
some young, some old, most half decent in terms of fitness.

The changing room was simply that, a room with lockers. So, no hiding
there. Keith stripped off and walked to get a quick shower before pulling
on his shorts. He made sure that Jake got plenty of perving time. Jake was
slighter and smaller, with dark hair; quite a smooth body with a decent
treasure trail and a mass of pubes hiding what looked like a neat, uncut
cock. Not a bad package, though not what really turned Keith on (he
preferred chunkier guys like Rob).

Once in the gym Keith hit the running machines. He was a runner by nature
and was comfortable doing it. Jake seemed to have a regime and towards the
end, asked Keith to spot him on a weights machine. At one point, Keith was
stood straddling Jake and aware that his arse was very close to Jake's
cock, hidden by its combination of shorts and jock-strap. Feeling a little
evil, Keith lowered himself so that flesh touched, briefly. He apologised
and was delighted to see that the event caused a smaller waver in Jake's
routine.

The showers were arranged in pairs, facing each other. Keith chose one,
striding across the changing room with his towel round his shoulders,
giving everyone a good view. To his surprise, Jake chose the shower
opposite his. Keith made sure that if Jake wanted, he got a decent view,
though Jake spent much of the time turned away. Whatever.

Keith realised he could get to like it, going to a swanky gym two or three
times per week. And, he had to admit it, he enjoyed showing off to Jake;
not too much, but just enough.

Afterwards they often had coffee. This was the trickier part; first time
round they'd gone to a Starbucks near work, but Keith could see that that
wouldn't do. So next time he was down at the car-pool he asked around. As
expected, Grant, who had a bit of a reputation for living well, knew just
the place. It was called the Real Grind, but the only corny thing about it
was the name. They even let you choose your type of coffee, and it was full
of alternative types; certainly, no-one who would recognise them.

And Keith learned to store things up, bits that had happened. He'd long ago
realised that Jake was good at business but crap at people, so Keith would
bring up bits of life at home, things they'd done. None of the raunchy
stuff and the photos, but he let on that Rob did take photos of them and
such like.

There was a lot to gripe about, but Jake wasn't a half bad bloke, and the
money was good.

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/a-natural-family/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/the-brothers/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/tom-sixteen/

Rick Shaver
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