Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2020 13:20:10 +0100
From: Rick Shaver <rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: The Photographer part 7

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

In this episode, Keith gets a revealing new uniform and goes all the way
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

7.	Keith: A new uniform, and more

Whilst they were changing in the gym one day, Jake announced that it was
time for Keith to get his new uniform, the present one was looking pretty
shabby. Keith thought there was still a bit of wear in it, but if Jake
wanted to spend his money. He'd assumed that he'd order a new one through
central supplies but no, Jake had something fancier in mind. So, one day
after a meeting in town they drove across to Shoreditch and visited a
tailor's shop, a plain unassuming place. Keith was a bit nervous about
leaving the car, he'd brought the Citroen but, even so, it was a bit too
nice to go leaving at the roadside. Still, Jake was insistent.

The place was a surprise upstairs, all modern and minimal. Whilst Jake
talked fabrics with an older bloke, a younger one measured Keith. The first
shock was that they wanted his clothes off, all of them. When the younger
assistant queried what Keith would be wearing under the trousers, Jake
looked up and said `nothing', rather embarrassed Keith agreed. The young
bloke nodded, and the older assistant said that their trousers were fully
cut and moulded to suit as many of their clients found it more comfortable
to wear nothing underneath. The young one chimed in with the fact that they
cut of the trousers helped show you off. Great!

So, Keith found himself giving Jake and the two shop assistants a full
show. And all three of them looked at him with frank interest as the young
assistant took all sorts of intimate measurements, hundreds of them. He
even measured the hang of Keith's cock and balls. Then he produced a chart
with numbers on it and asked Keith to indicate his length when
erect. Christ. Still, Keith took a perverse pleasure in pointing to a
number and then saying very clearly, six and a half inches.

After all that, it was a bit of a let-down to then, to have to wait for the
suit to be made. Even then, he would not get it straight away, there would
be a fitting. He pointed out that he always had a second pair of trousers
as he wore these out quicker than his jackets (he never drove in a jacket,
always in shirt sleeves).

At the gym, Keith tried to pump Jake about the suit, but Jake was staying
close-mouthed. It was going to be a surprise. Keith was getting to enjoy
the gym and found that he wasn't alone in liking to show off. There were a
few other guys, some older but still very trim, who clearly liked wandering
about naked and Keith was sure he'd caught a couple getting hard. Jake was
still a bit coy but was getting better. Keith had got him to lose the
jock-strap under his shorts, and quite a few times, when Keith was spotting
Jake, he allowed his arse to come into full contact with Jake's cock. The
result was always the same, Jake went into a furiously energetic
routine. But he never objected.

The suit fitting was delayed because Jake had meetings abroad. Keith said
that he could go alone, but Jake had insisted. Still, eventually the two of
them turned up. The suit was hanging up, its collars and cuffs all undone
and various bits tacked with white cotton, but it looked smart. Very smart,
it was a tunic with a high mandarin collar. Keith wondered what he could
get away with wearing underneath, could he drive in a t-shirt? He stripped
off his trousers and apologised that he hadn't got a suitable shirt to
wear. But the young assistant said he wouldn't need one, the suit was
designed to be worn over the naked body, no shirt, no underpants. A bit
gob-smacked, Keith stripped off and allowed the tailors to do their
work. With the jacket on the suit was very handsome, the jacket came very
low so that his crotch and arse were completely covered. The result looked
more Chinese diplomat or waiter than chauffeur, but if that's what Jake
wanted. Without the jacket though, the results were almost indecent. Not
only was his torso naked, but the waistband of the trousers was so low, it
was almost non-existent. There was no fly, just a diagonal flap which
fitted snugly, very snugly around his junk. The rear fitted his arse so
well it set it off something rotten. If he'd had any pubes, then trousers
sat so low he'd have been showing them, as it was half the crack in his
arse was visible. He laughed embarrassedly when he looked in the mirror and
turned to Jake, commenting that without the top it was like being
naked. The older assistant smiled and said that that was their intention,
but that his assets were enhanced. Keith looked again and realised his arse
and cock were well set off.

He was quiet for a bit as they drove home. Did Jake really want him to
drive like that, and without a jacket? He finally asked the question and
Jake said yes, he did, but that there would be suitable remuneration. The
figure he named was astonishing. Could Keith get away with it. All the
blokes would see him of course, would that matter? He told Jake he'd think
about it. But there was one more thing. Jake wanted him to have his nipples
pierced. Christ!

At home, Keith waited for Charlie to go up to his room before bringing up
the subject with Rob. Rob was enthusiastic, taking the view that any sort
of uniform was demeaning, and that Keith might as well get paid decent
money. He had no problem with Keith displaying flesh and joked that Keith
ought to go all the way and drive nude, that might provoke Jake. Underlying
this was the sense that Jake wanted to fuck Keith, and here too Rob had no
problems, saying that he trusted Keith and their relationship was about
much more. Here there was a pause for sex, but Rob took up the thread of
the conversation over a beer afterwards. He liked the idea of Keith getting
pierced (and Keith had to admit it intrigued him). He had a suggestion,
that Keith should agree to wear the uniform, but that if Jake wanted him to
be pierced and shirtless, Jake should give Keith something in return.

Keith thought about it and a couple of days later, having let Jake stew, he
presented him with his decision. Yes, he would wear the suit, but if he
were pierced and shirtless, Jake had to do a couple of things for
him. First, Keith was to also get his cock pierced at the same time, a PA
in titanium and platinum to match the rings in his tits. Second, Jake was
to start going commando all the time, and Keith would be able to tell
because of their trips to the gym.

The first requirement got an immediate nod from Jake. The second gave him
pause. They drove on in silence and Keith thought that he'd fucked it, and
that he'd be back in the car-pool. But Rob had convinced him that Jake was
keen on him, on Keith in particular, and that Keith should work that. This
was a test. And Jake passed. He agreed. When they got to the gym, he
ostentatiously put his underpants in his bag and after the session, he
pulled his suit trousers on over his naked body.

Next morning, Jake seemed to be in a good mood, so Keith asked him how it
had felt. Jake grinned and said that it felt great, he'd gone through an
entire meeting with his cock hanging free and at first, he'd freaked out
but then realised that he got a kick out of it. Keith smiled to himself, so
Jake was human after all.

The piercing wasn't much fun, and afterwards Keith was sore for a week,
which meant no sex. But he had to admit that it looked good. The guy doing
the piercing had explained that because of the thickness of Keith's cock
and the size of his piss slit, he could give him a bigger gauge ring if he
wanted, Keith had laughed and said the thicker the better. So afterwards he
had a very substantial PA. It made him piss funny, but both Charlie and
Keith agreed it looked good. Charlie immediately wanted one, but Keith
pointed out that the school would almost certainly object. Charlie agreed,
but Keith didn't think they'd heard the last of that one.

The piercings meant that Keith had to miss gym as well, as he wasn't
allowed to use a communal shower. So, he sat in the car, as in the good old
days. Keith found that he missed the gym and would be looking forward to
returning. Jake came back from one of his visits full of the news that they
were re-developing and for a period the small gym would be closed, and
they'd have to use the big one. Hopefully, it wouldn't interfere with their
routine. Keith was surprised at how quickly his relationship with Jake had
changed, in the car they ended up discussing the gym's pros and cons like a
pair of mates.

Finally, the big day arrived, and they drove down for the final
fitting. Keith had one little surprise up his sleeve, or rather round his
cock and balls. When he stripped off in front of Jake and the same two
assistants, Keith was wearing a cock ring; if he was going to flaunt it
then might as well do it properly. The suit was everything that had been
anticipated. With the jacket on it looked extremely smart, distinguished
even; with it off, Keith's body was displayed in the most blatant
manner. In the right light you could see the outline of his cock and balls,
goodness knows what would happen if he got a hard-on. And at the back, his
arse looked pert with an almost obscene amount of crackage on
display. Keith couldn't believe it would be allowed, but Jake was very
happy.

The suit got used almost immediately as the next day Keith had to drive
Jake down to London for a high-powered meeting, so Keith was dressed
smartly. When he got out of the car to open the door for Jake, Keith felt
all eyes on him as he displayed his naked torso. And you know what, it felt
great. He even got a hard on and didn't care if people saw. Jake got out
with something of a swagger and a grin.

The suit seemed to change something; it formed an unspoken acknowledgement
that Jake found Keith sexually attractive. As if in response to this, next
time they were in the gym (Keith's first time since the piercing), Keith's
behaviour was more overt. He'd left the cock ring on, so when he was
spotting Jake, the bulge in Keith's crotch was even more pronounced. The
gym was amazingly quiet, so Keith felt able to be more suggestive. He
lowered himself onto Jake's crotch, making no attempt to at pretence that
he was doing anything other than being sexual. He felt Jake's hard cock and
pressed into it with his arse, just two flimsy layers of fabric between
them. Keith expected Jake to object at some point, to call halt, but he
didn't. Keith moved gently to and fro, rubbing Jake's cock. Just before
Keith as going to let up, and give Jake a rest, Jake went an even brighter
red, let out an exclamation. Keith felt Jake's cock pumping out cum, and
the stain of wetness between them. Keith grinned and Jake gave an
embarrassed laugh.

They retired to the changing rooms and showered in silence. Only in the car
did Jake mention what had happened, saying that they ought to have been
careful in the gym. Keith's response was that perhaps next time, he'd let
Jake fuck him properly. Again, Jake went silent. Shit, what on earth was
wrong with the guy. That's what he wanted wasn't it?

Only as Jake got out the car did he respond. He didn't want to fuck Keith,
he wanted Keith to fuck him. Keith whistled to himself after Jake had
left. Of course. Jake had asked Keith to come up to his office when he'd
parked the car, so he knew what was going to happen next. Keith delayed for
as long as he dared, popped to his little room and splashed water on his
face, rinsed his mouth out. Then he put back the suit jacket and took the
express lift up to Jake's suite. There he told one of Jake's secretaries
Jake had asked him to come up. They nodded and buzzed him through.

Keith hadn't been into Jake's office much. It was huge, with impressive
views across the countryside, art on the walls, all the usual
stuff. Usually Jake was behind the desk, but now he was leaning against
it. Keith had it planned, once the door was closed, he slipped the jacket
off. His trousers were unfastened (he'd discovered that they would stay up
without), so as he walked the base of his cock was visible. He walked
towards Jake and said that Jake had wanted to follow up on what they'd been
doing at the gym. Jake nodded and shifted, Keith could see that without his
underpants Jake was clearly tenting his trousers, his hands went nervously
to his belt as if he wasn't sure what to do next. Keith stood close to him
and pushed his trousers down slightly, to reveal more of his engorged cock,
Jake gulped and looked down. When Keith spoke, it was to the top of Jake's
head. You want me to fuck you, pause; Jake nodded. As part of the job,
pause; another nod. So, I get paid for this. Keith grinned and Jake
nodded. So, Keith took a step back and allowed his dick to go free and his
trousers to drop down. Kicking them clear he took a step towards Jake and
started to unfasten Jake's belt. Jake's cock, small to average size but
rock hard, popped out as soon as it was able. Keith removed Jake's trousers
and then set to work on his shirt. There was a murmur of protest from Jake,
but Keith insisted Jake be fully naked.

Jake wasn't half bad looking, if you liked slight men, he had a decent
amount of hair on his chest and a substantial treasure trail leading to
pubes which clearly were not shaved. Keith pushed Jake back slightly,
lifted up his legs and squatted down. Keith would have preferred it if Jake
was smoother, he liked hairless holes and cracks, but there was something
about Jake's inexperience that was appealing. When Keith pressed his tongue
in, Jake let out a gasp and panted a bit. Jake's hole had clearly been
serviced before, but it was tight; he worked first one then another finger
in and looked up. Jake was staring down at him, so Keith, still with his
fingers thrusting into Jake's tight hole, leaned up and kissed his boss,
forcing his tongue into Jake's mouth. The guy's eyes had opened wide, but
he had responded; Keith felt you couldn't fuck a guy without some mouth on
mouth contact, if he was going to fuck his boss then he was going to have
his tongue in his boss' mouth as well (only afterwards did Keith wonder
whether his rather slutty behaviour had shocked the rather clean-cut Jake,
after all Keith's tongue had just been up Jake's arse before he thrust it
into Jake's mouth!). By the time Keith was in full swing both guys had
expended much energy, and Keith was working his boss's arse, giving it a
good pounding. Generally, Keith preferred being in Jake's position but
there was something to be said for getting to fuck your boss and be paid
for it.

Afterwards Jake wanted to get dressed as soon as possible, but Keith
wouldn't let him. Yet.

He asked Jake if they were going to do it again. Jake nodded. Yes. And
Keith would get paid each time. Yes. There was one condition. Keith ran his
hand down Jake's chest all the way to his hairy pubes; Jake's cock twitched
in response. All this had to go, Keith wanted Jake smooth, front and
back. Keith dressed quickly, well there wasn't much to put on. As he left,
he turned back to Jake, now about to go and get a shower in his personal
bathroom (lucky sod), next time nice and smooth. OK? Jake nodded.

Jake's senior personal secretary was a middle-aged woman who Keith
suspected didn't miss a trick. As he waited for the lift, she gave Keith a
very old-fashioned look and asked if Mr Durrell had enjoyed his
massage. His massage, so that's what it was. Yes, he understood so. And
would he be returning to do further treatments. Keith thought he would
be. She nodded and said that she would sort out space in Mr Durrell's
diary. As he got in the lift, Keith couldn't swear to it, but he was almost
sure she winked.

Once in the lift, Keith laughed. So, Jake was getting his secretary to
schedule his fucking time. Great.

----------------------------------------

Freedom is not free, please think about donating to Nifty.org
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Someone asked whether the characters in my stories are cut or not. Well
they are mostly British, so the likelihood is they are uncut.

I like my guys shaved, so usually my characters all end up shaved smooth at
some point.

I enjoy hearing from people, so feel free to contact me with thoughts and
ideas, this story is largely written for quite a few episodes, but there is
always room for tweaking.


My other stories:

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
rick.shaver.uk@gmail.com