Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2020 07:33:36 +0100 From: Rick Shaver Subject: The Photographer - part 9 A photographer, Rob, who does pictures of naked youth, his friendship with Keith and Keith's teenage son, Charlie. In this episode, Keith goes a further with his boss 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 9. Keith: Of service to the boss The next couple of days were busy for Keith and Jake, but not in the way we might have expected. Jake had a series of all-day meetings and Keith had to find time to take the Citroen into the garage to investigate a strange noise which had developed. All in all, neither had time for the gym or for fucking. Keith had tried to play down the episode when he got home, but Rob had made him give a blow by blow account of the whole episode. Keith realised that Rob got some sort of vicarious thrill from Keith's adventures and it made Keith feel a bit less guilty. The end result was the pair of them getting hard and having vigorous sex, to the apparent disgust of Charlie who came across them in the living room. But Keith noticed that Charlie didn't disappear that quickly and lurked, watching. And Keith had to admit to himself that he got a thrill from having his son watching, and it made him think of their recent activities together, perhaps...But then Rob bit Keith's ear and grinned, and the pace between the two of them quickened, all thought of Charlie put into the back of his mind. At the weekend Charlie was on another sleepover at Sean's, so Rob took Keith shopping. An unusual event in itself. They ended up in a jeweller's shop and chose a pair of matching rings. There was no ceremony, but they both put them on knowing that doing so somehow sealed their relationship. It was Rob's way of telling Keith that everything was OK and he trusted him. Monday morning was gym day, so Keith collected Jake and drove there as usual. All was apparently exactly as on any other day, but Keith wondered what Jake's response to his demand would be, would he say anything. And Jake himself seemed on edge. Normally when changing, Jake spent as little time as possible naked, slipping his trousers off and shorts on with surprising rapidity. Today he didn't, he lingered and gave Keith a good look. He was perfectly smooth, his whole body from the neck downwards. Keith grinned and Jake gave him a little smile, Keith said that it looked good and he looked forward their massage later. Jake went a bit pink but didn't say anything. Keith deliberately didn't touch Jake when he was spotting him in the gym, there was no chance of relief so that when they were showering and changing Jake was doing his best to hide a very significant hard-on. Keith's cock wasn't far behind; he'd taken to wearing his cock-ring on a semi-permanent basis, liking the feel and the way it brought cock and balls forward. It also kept him in a semi-hard state a lot of the time, but he made no attempt to disguise it and rather relished the looks he got in the showers. As they drove back to the office, they agreed that Keith would come up to Jake's room as soon as he had parked the car. As he came up in the lift, he slipped open his coat, exposing a bit of his chest to the secretaries. One waved him straight through, saying that Mr Durrell was waiting for him. Jake walked in to find the room empty, then Jake appeared from the bathroom naked apart from a towel in his hand. He dropped the towel and walked over to the desk, rather more confident in his nakedness than he had been. Jake was more relaxed this time, and Keith less worried about 'performance'. The result was a long and messy climax. Both guys had to shower afterwards, with Keith joining Jake in the big wet-room which was attached to the suite. Keith insisted it was his role to soap Jake's cock, balls and arse, getting to appreciate even more their new smooth state. Needless to say, Keith ended up fucking Jake again under the shower and joked that it would be great to do this at the gym. Jake didn't seem certain though. Keith pulled on his trousers and shoes, at the same time asking Jake if he'd enjoyed himself. The response was an enthusiastic affirmative, with a comment that the last time his arse had ached all day. Keith grinned and said let's hope it aches even more this time. As a final parting shot he asked Jake how often Jake wanted to do this; after all it paid to know what you were letting yourself in for. Jake's response was to say as often as possible, daily if he could find the time. Keith grinned, Jake wouldn't be able to keep that quiet for long and Keith rather liked the idea. He suspected that there was some kudos to be gained in people knowing he was fucking the boss regularly, even if he was paid handsomely for it. Perhaps in response to this he didn't bother to put his jacket back on, instead treating the secretaries to the sight of his naked torso, and a retreating view of the crack in his arse. He was given his pay slip on the way out, he waited till he was in the lift till he opened it. Payments included Special services (whatever they are) and Massage. This latter was handsomely paid, if this carried on Keith would be well away. ----oOo--oOo-- So, Keith's working life entered a new phase. One which he welcomed, and which gave him endless things to talk to Rob about. Each evening in bed they'd go over Keith's day, and Rob would insist on Keith telling him in fine detail exactly what he got up to with Jake. Keith had realised that he had a lot of power over Jake, who was currently desperate to make sure that Keith continued with their regular sex sessions. These took place on average three times per week, sometimes more Having this new position gave Keith a new confidence. When collecting Jake from the office he started standing outside the car without his jacket, his bare torso for all to see. A few of his mates and former colleagues made sarcastic comments, but there was nothing Keith couldn't deal with. After all, he was paid to wear a uniform, and this was the uniform. Their part of the gym had now closed for redevelopment, so Keith and Jake had to use the larger one. The first time they went upstairs to use it, Keith was struck by the noise of the background music pumping out; no wonder Jake used the quieter smaller gym. In the changing rooms he noted that there were rather more blokes wandering around naked, they seemed to be a bit more exhibitionist down here. And there was a large notice, that adequate gym clothes had to be worn when using the weights machines. What else would you wear? The answer was nothing. Apart from the weights machines, the rest of the gym was clothing optional. Keith grinned, slipped his shorts off, and popped back to his locker, reappearing naked with a jock-strap wound round his wrist and went off to use the running machine naked. The guy on the next machine smiled at him, and asked if it was his first time here. Keith looked at him, a big bloke, bulky rugby player type with a good covering of dark hair, though his cock and balls were neatly trimmed and shaved. The bloke eyed him up, taking in the shaved body, cock ring and piercings and mouthed nice. Keith grinned. The bloke said that it was quiet at the moment, but it could get quite lively at times. He nodded over to a corner where the mats were; two guys had migrated from gym exercises to full on sex and retired to the changing rooms with their erect cocks bobbing. No-one commented or noticed apparently. The bloke had one final comment before resuming his pounding on the running machine; the rowing machines were made for great sex with two! As Keith ran, he wondered how much Jake had noticed. There wasn't that much going on, most guys were focussed on their gym work -- that was why they were here. But there wasn't much done about disguising the odd hard-on. And Keith gathered that 'adequate' barely covered what some guys wore on the weights machines, with some simply wearing a jock-strap which meant you got some great views of cracks and holes, some shaved smooth others very hairy. Keith would have to work on Jake. Jake was a very odd combination of traits. He was keen for Keith to show off and be seen in Keith's company, after all having a chauffeur wandering around with half his arse on display was hardly discreet. But personally, Jake was quite shy and rather modest, Keith suspected that he worried about the size of his dick and didn't feel it matched up to how he felt he should look. Still, after much insisting, Keith had got him to abandon his jock-strap and wear nothing under the shorts and today he had replaced his usual baggy t-shirt with a tight singlet though compared to the others he looked vastly over dressed. Finally, when Keith saw that Jake was ready he walked over to spot him, leaving it until the last possible moment to put a jock-strap on. He spotted Jake as normal at first, but then in one of the rest periods allowed his arse to descend and touch Jake's cock. His arse was naked, thanks to the jock strap, and Jake's shorts were thin, so there was little between them. Jake started to go bright red, and Keith could feel Jake's cock stiffening, but he did not tell Keith to stop. Keith raised himself slightly, and eased Jake's shorts down, so that now Jake's exposed cock slipped along the crack in Keith's arse. It must have been obvious what they were doing, but no-one stopped them. Finally, Jake begged him to stop, saying that he was nearly cumming. Keith said he'd stop if he could fuck Jake in the showers, and that Jake had to walk from the machines naked. Jake agreed, and amazingly when Keith climbed off Jake meekly removed his shorts. The two walked naked, and very erect, to the showers getting a few admiring glances. Keith was finding that he enjoyed being so publicly exposed and was pleased that Jake had agreed. Once in the showers, Jake needed no prompting and bent over to allow Keith access. It was their first public fuck, and it felt good; afterwards even Jake had a big grin on his face. A couple of days later, Keith got a message from one of Jake's secretaries asking if he could make a massage session with Jake that afternoon. Jake had unexpectedly had a meeting cancelled. Keith had just been cleaning the car and was happy to break off. The secretary commented that Jake had been feeling wound up, and was looking forward to Keith's penetrating services. Both the secretaries that Keith dealt with seemed to take great delight in working double entendres into their conversations with Keith and from their repeated use of words like penetrating it was clear they knew (or guessed) that Keith was fucking Jake. All well and good. He didn't see the point in putting on his good trousers just to strip them off so he wore his regulation t-shirt and dark trousers. Then, in the lift on a whim he removed his t-shirt and as the lift doors opened he unfastened the trousers and unzipped, giving the secretaries a good glimpse of his shaved belly and pubic area. One winked at him, and said Jake was ready and waiting. Behind the doors, Jake was naked and rock hard, certainly waiting. Afterwards, as they showered together, Jake agreed that next visit to the gym he'd be naked when not on the machines and they would fuck again. Jake was clearly getting to like showing off. Keith didn't bother to fasten his trousers and gave the secretaries another show on the way out. He could not be certain, but he thought one whistled. Keith grinned do himself, he could get to like this life. ---------------------------------------- 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