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It was exactly a week after I took the team and individual pictures that I sent the photos to school, though Todd's went directly to his house in a plain manila envelope. Not wanting to trust it to the mail, I hand- delivered it......okay, I had other reasons for personal delivery. In the week since I'd talked the hunky high school senior (over 18 !) into posing for me for some more racy shots under the guise of helping him break into modeling, we'd progressed quickly from a strictly professional to a VERY personal relationship. After that first night that I sucked his cock and then he begged me to fuck his ass, we'd been doing it almost daily, and I couldn't believe how great this whole thing was working out. Then the impossible happened! I got a phone call from Ted Johnson's secretary. He's the "drill sergeant" father of my latest boy-fuck, and I had this panicky feeling that the man knew I was making it with his son. When the secretary asked me to meet her boss that very day, I tried to get out of it, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. I was to meet Todd's father at a bar just around the corner from his office at 5:00 on the dot. There was no negotiating at all, even as to the assigned time of arrival. I'm still not sure how I recognized him, except for the fact that he looked like an older (and much more red-neck) version of his sexy son. Yeah, he could easily STILL be a drill sergeant, with his close-cropped hair and his muscular build. Even dressed in a 3-piece business suit, this guy left no doubt that he was one incredibly in-shape man. "Mr. Reed?" he inquired, as he sat down next to me. "Yeah....?" I replied back, somewhat nervously, then I asked if he wanted a drink. "No, I need to be home by 6:00 and it's a 34 minute drive so I'll have to leave in exactly 26....no make that 25 now...minutes. I'll get right to the point, Reed. I saw the extra picture you took of my son and...." "Wait", I tried to talk him out of it, tried to say that "I needed some kind of permission to do it and he said he was eighteen and ....."--I started to babble. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me!" Johnson said, and I did as ordered. "I want you to talk my son into doing some more of those shots, but I want them to be better.....if you catch my drift". He went on. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! This guy wanted me to do some photos of his teenage son in some pretty graphic poses. "I'll give you $20 for each nude shot of him, $25 if he's got a hard-on, and if you can get him to shove his own finger up his ass-hole, I'll give you an extra $100," he said. I didn't bother to tell him that I could already supply all of those pictures he desired already--based on photos I'd already taken of his hot and horny son. "The only rules are you can't let him know these are for me and you keep your hands off him!" Ted explained. "Of course, why would I want to...." I began and he stopped me in mid-sentence. "Look Reed, I've seen enough faggot cock-suckers in my life to spot ones like you a mile away. You lay one hand on my kid and I'll rip your nuts off!" "Oh believe me, Mr. Johnson, I'd never consider taking any liberties with a young innocent man like Todd!" I said, trying my best to cover my lie. It was a week later that I met with Ted Johnson again. While I could've produced the wanted photos immediately from my ample collection of "Todd-shots", I pretended to take a few days to get the desired results. Producing them too soon would draw suspicion. Besides, it gave me another whole week to fuck the shit out of the hunky soccer- jock. I suggested to Johnson that the bar might not be an appropriate place for him to view these photos, and he agreed to meet me at my studio. I met him at the door and he insisted upon seeing the 8x10 glossies right away. "Oh wow, oh shit! These are good....really good!" he said as he thumbed through the dozen prints I'd done. I handed him a sheet of negatives and explained that the ones I didn't use were either not as well in focus, or didn't have the same facial intensity as the ones I chose to develop and enlarge. With each photo he looked at, his eyes grew bigger and his breathing seemed to grow heavier and more rapid. I'd saved the best one for last and it certainly did the trick. "Oh F-U-C-K ! !" he grunted out in response to the shot I'd coached Todd into just the previous afternoon. With one hand, he cupped his huge egg-shaped balls and squeezed them, allowing just his middle finger to leave the heavy nut-sack in order to probe into his hairy ass-hole. He'd somehow managed to bury the digit well past the second knuckle up his chute. The other hand had been stroking his big man-sized cock, and had brought it to its inevitable conclusion. The shot I'd developed to crystal clarity and enlarged for his father's Benefit, showed Todd with his face coated by the first eruption of his cock, his hairy chest glistening with the second spurt, and I even managed to catch on film the arc of the next jet of fuck-juice as it spewed into the air above him. "You swear to God this is the only print of this?!" Johnson demanded of me. I insisted that it was. It was indeed the only black and white print.....I neglected to tell him of the color ones I'd done with a second camera mounted on a tripod next to his masturbating son. Likewise, I omitted the explanation that Todd's fingering of his own ass-hole had served to loosen him sufficiently to accept my cock up his hot hole right after I took these particular shots. "Um gee...uh...looks like you've got a little problem there Mr. Johnson" I said, observing the tented out front of his dress slacks. "Huh, what do you mean?" he said, and I pointed directly at the distended front of his trousers. "Pretty hot isn't it?" I said, then added that he couldn't exactly go home to his wife and son like that. "How about if I help you take care of that little problem?" I suggested, and within ten seconds I discovered that it was no "little" problem at all. "Holy fuckin' shit!" I exclaimed as I pulled his slacks down to reveal a cock as big as any I'd ever seen before (and believe me, I've seen plenty!). No wonder his kid was hung like a stud colt. Ted Johnson had to have a good 13 inches (maybe more) hanging between his hairy legs. I couldn't wait to get the man totally naked and discovered right away where Todd got his penchant for body hair as well. Jesus, the elder Johnson looked like a god-damned gorilla, with his entire body (front AND back) densely coated with coarse dark hair. I took what I could of his huge organ into my mouth and gave him an A-1 blow job, tried my best to swallow every drop of his mammoth load, but couldn't guzzle fast enough to keep from losing some. The best part was that he didn't get any smaller after he climaxed that first time. If any- thing his big horse-cock seemed even bigger and harder after I sucked him and I couldn't wait to get the incredible thing up my ass. The next couple of months were like heaven for me. I was getting it from both of them almost daily, with Todd coming over after school and his dad arriving later in the evening to get his regular prints and his regular fucks. While I never got the chance to fuck Ted, ("I'm no queer!" he insisted "and I don't take it up the ass!") he did allow me to shove my tongue deep up his grotesquely hairy hole on a number of occasions. I think I'd have gotten him to come 'round if I had more time. Todd had asked me again about getting his photo onto the cover of some muscle-magazine and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was having too good of a time (and making too much money) doing shots of him posing for his old man. So, I made up some bull-shit story about my friend seeing his pictures and commenting that he was just too hairy to be on the cover of the muscle magazines. I thought he'd take it as a compliment. I'd met his dad during lunch, taken the big man's huge cock up my ass and was planning to meet the younger Johnson after school for more of the same. My phone rang and I recognized his voice immediately. "Hey, where are you?" I asked, and he said that he'd stopped by the drug store and bought a half-dozen cans of shaving cream and was planning to shave his entire body so that he could be on the magazine cover he so wanted to be on. "No wait, don't do it!" I urged him, but he insisted that if I didn't show up at their place within fifteen minutes, it would be too late to put this entire scene on film as it deserved to be. "Wait, promise me you won't do anything until I get there!" I said, and he agreed to that. Oh shit, what have I done? I thought to myself. He opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Oh thank God!" I said, reacting to the sight of his still-hairy upper body. I tried to talk sense to him, but he went into the shower and when I saw all that hair wet and soapy I couldn't help myself from getting all turned on. I must've shot ten rolls of film watching him lather up and rinse off. Then he squirted a couple of cans of the shaving foam onto his front and (against my urgings) began to shave his entire upper chest, belly, legs, arms and, (yes), even his beautifully furry ass. Much as I dug Todd Johnson as a furry-bear, I can't begin to tell you how hot he looked completely smooth-skinned. Jesus, he really could be on the cover of a muscle magazine with his incredible build and I would have started taking photos immediately if I hadn't been so fucking turned on by the sight of his naked body. I dropped my cameras and the bag of film next to the bathroom door and we moved to his bedroom where we started fucking our brains out. The intensity of the moment was so great that neither of us heard the garage door opener nor the sound of the front door opening. Still, when the voice behind us boomed out--either of us could mistake it. "What the fuck's going on here?" Ted Johnson bellowed, and I looked over my shoulder to see Todd's father catching us in the act. I rolled off his son and he gasped at the sight of the recently shaven teenager, then threatened me with virtual castration. I managed to escape his lunge and grabbed my pants on the way out the sliding glass door from Todd's room. Panting from adrenaline surge and pure fright, I drove halfway down the block before I remembered my camera and film. Reason told me to forget it, but greed and excitement convinced me to pull off the road and back-track on foot to the Johnson house. I figured there would be a scene in some other part of the house and that I'd be easily able to retrieve my equipment and exposed film from the door near Todd's bedroom. As I rounded the corner of the house, though I heard something that I found to be a real bonus for the whole day.....hell for the last six weeks. "Oh yeah, fuck me with your big daddy dick! Shove it way up my hot boy-cunt. Fuck me good daddy....fuck me HARD!" I could hardly control myself, as I watched Ted Johnson pounding his huge donkey-dick further up Todd's ass than anything had ever been pumped before. The two of them were so into making it with one another that they never realized I'd returned to the house. I stood at the glass door and shot about 20 pictures before I decided I had enough to serve as adequate insurance. It was the next day that Ted Johnson called my office and threatened me. "Look here you perverted son-of-a-bitch" I told him. "I've spent the whole night developing pictures I took of you fucking your kid's ass yesterday afternoon. Copies of them are in the possession of my publisher friend with duplicates in a safe-deposit box in my bank. My lawyer has explicit instructions that if anything should happen to me he should take those pictures to your wife immediately. So you'd better god-damned well think twice before you make a move in my direction!" The sound of his voice indicated that he knew I had him by the Balls, and he had no choice but to relent. Oddly enough, I'd just as soon REALLY have him by the balls, and then up my ass or down my throat. Why couldn't he just accept the fact that the three of us could've had a great time together. Jealous? Hell yes I'm jealous! I'm jealous of Todd for the fact that he seemed as turned on by his old man as I was. Jealous too of Ted for the opportunity to fuck the young stud on an every-day basis. I guess I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the sight of the younger Johnson completely smooth was an incredible turn-on, but I knew it wouldn't last long, unless he made it a regular routine to shave his naturally hirsute body. Devastated? Hell no! A week after being caught in bed with Todd Johnson, I'd found a new young hunk to replace him. And two weeks later there was another, and then another. Trust me, Dana Reed is not one to let a little thing like a crazed father get in the way of my sexual pleasures. Want to hear something interesting? I was in the grocery store the other day and I passed by the magazine rack. Guess who's picture I saw on the cover of one of those muscle magazines? Todd? Nope! I couldn't believe it when I saw it, but there was no doubt that the guy on the cover was none other than Ted Johnson, who'd evidently just shaved his chest just like Todd did the afternoon that he caught the two of us. What a waste! Still, I could be relatively certain that both of the hairy men in that family would soon be "bearing" it all for one another.