FCP: The Farm

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FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:

"THE FARM"

The following story contains scenes of sex, and involves sexual situations between adult men and boys, and between minor boys. If you, or your community standards are offended by these types of materials, exit now and do not continue reading.

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All of the characters in this story are fictional. They do not exist. Any resemblance's to real people, living, dead, or yet to be born is coincidental.

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Ishmael Wilkins

The Farm Part one

For several years I had been looking for the perfect summer vacation spot. I had searched all around the country for something which would suit my needs. I had almost given up when my real estate agent called me and told me that he had found me the perfect location nestled away in a small rural community with plenty of privacy and all of the things for which I was looking.

I was tired of the city life. Every day it was the same old grind, and the same old hassles. The city was getting, day by day, worse. I knew that if I did not get out soon, I would go out of my mind. I made an appointment with the agent to go out and look at the property which he was so excited about, but I did so with little hope that it would be the spot of my dreams.

I was pleasantly surprised, however, when I got out of the car and took my first look around. There was a fairly long drive which lead up to the house, something which I always wanted. It was almost if anyone driving up to the house had to pass through my own private forest. The land was rich in trees, shrubs, and grass.

The house was amazing. It was build some hundred and fifty years before, and it was meant to be a country house. It was spacious, and a little rustic, just what I was seeking. Close to the house were enough trees to keep me content for years. There were vast spaces in which I could grow vegetables if I wanted, and to make it all the more attractive, behind the house was a barn which looked as if it could be functional with a little work. I signed the lease for the place without hesitation. I had my perfect spot, my own farm.

I moved in the following weekend. I could not wait to get there. I had about a month's time coming to me at work, and I had alerted them prior that I might be taking the time soon. Although it would be a hellish drive, I decided that even after my vacation time was up, I could still go out there on weekends.

I was up in the barn, checking our the hayloft, when I happened to look out of the loading door and saw something which I had not noticed before. A short ways behind the barn, hidden from view from the ground, was a nice size stream which ran through the property. Someone had dug out a pond almost directly behind the barn, and it looked like an informal swimming hole.

I decided that I would go down and check the area out later, and returned to exploring the barn. About a half hour later I heard the unmistakable sound of children's voices. I shuddered at first, with the thought that my paradise had a few flaws in it. I had not given any thought to the fact that there might be children living in the area, and that they would invade my private retreat.

Climbing back up to the hayloft to see where they were, I spotted about six boys playing down near the stream. Although I could not be certain from the distance, they all looked to be young. I contemplated going down and kicking them out, warning them not to come back, but decided against that. Young boys could be very vicious when they wanted to be. I had learned that first hand in the city. The last thing that I wanted was a war with the local kids.

I decided to go to the house and get my binoculars to get a closer look at them. As much as I looked, I could not find them, but I found the next best thing. I had my camera lens, and it had a killer zoom lens. Looping the strap around my neck, I returned to the loft and focused on the playing boys.

Most of the boys had taken their shirts off by that time. They threw them behind them onto the grass as they continued playing. Most of them were barefooted, however, a few pairs of discarded sneakers were laying amongst the shirts.

I looked the boys over one by one. I was right in my assumption that they were young. The oldest of them looked to be no more than eleven, twelve tops. The youngest looked as if he had not been long out of diapers. I decided that the majority of them looked to be between seven and nine. They seemed to be fairly well mannered kids. They certainly did not look like the kids in the city.

I had to admit, after looking each of them over, that they were cute. They played well together, and they did not seem to be the kind of boys who would destroy things. Without really thinking, I began to snap a few pictures of each boy.

I sat down on a wooden crate and settled in to watch them play. I wanted to see if they would begin to destroy anything, or if they were in the habit of coming closer to the house. I decided that if they were only use to playing at the stream and pond, I would not bother them, as long as they did not bother me.

Most of the boys were wading in the stream by that time. All of them were dressed in short pants, and one or two looked as if they were wearing bathing suits. A little splashing took place, which produced loud laughing and complaints from some of them. I could hear the young, sharp chirps of their voices as they talked back and forth. I wished that I were close enough to hear what they were saying.

All of the boys walked out of the stream and onto the grass. I thought at first that they were getting ready to leave, however, I was wrong. The boys walked over to where they had discarded their shirts. I watched as they began tugging on their shorts. It seemed as if the boys were going to go swimming.

A few of the boys wore underwear, but most of them only shorts. They peeled their shorts off, giggling as they did so, until they were standing facing each other naked. The youngest boy seemed to be having trouble taking his short pants off. He toppled over as he tried to do it standing up like the older boys. The oldest boy went over to him, lifted his legs off the ground, almost hanging him upside down in the process, and stripped his short pants off from his body. The other boys could be heard laughing while this was done.

When all of the boys were naked, they headed off to the stream. I was then that I remembered my camera, and lifted it to my eyes to watch the boys swim. Once again I looked each of the boys over, this time being able to see their entire bodies. Like before, I snapped a few pictures of each of them, making sure that I got front as well as rear shots. I smiled to myself each time that the camera clicked. Many of the shots were perfect, almost if I had posed the children first. I had a lot of experience photographing naked children, but more on that later.

While the children played in the stream I continued to click away, every time that they were in a pose which was cute. Like all little boys, their penis grew firm with excitement and then shrunk back down again over and over as they played. None of them seemed to be embarrassed when they would grow hard. I made sure that I got a few shots of the boys when they were hard.

A few of the boys would tug a little at their erections, but other than that nothing sexual took place. By the time that they decided to come out from the stream, I had several shots of all of them in an aroused state, including the little guy.

The boys jumped up and down and shook their bodies off, trying to shake off most of the water. I managed to get a few good shots of this as well. They all laid down on the grass, side by side, shading their eyes with their arms, letting the sun dry them. A few of those photos are still my favorites to this day.

END PART ONE

Fan Cha Phaw

You Know Where Dicussion Belongs!

From: FCPHAW@news.delphi.com (FCPHAW@DELPHI.COM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: FCP: The Farm-2 (m/m, m/f, minors) Date: 6 Aug 1995 10:19:35 -0400

W A R N I N G ! ! !

The file which follows contains adult sexual material. If you are under the age at which it is legal for you to read this type of material, exit this file now.

FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:

"THE FARM"

The following story contains scenes of sex, and involves sexual situations between adult men and boys, and between minor boys. If you, or your community standards are offended by these types of materials, exit now and do not continue reading.

If you are under the legal age at which your country has deemed is legal to read adult sexual materials, exit now and do not continue reading.

All of the characters in this story are fictional. They do not exist. Any resemblance's to real people, living, dead, or yet to be born is coincidental.

Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the actors in this story. Fan Cha Phaw does not advocate any law known to mankind, active, defunct, or yet to be passed.

We do not e-mail stories to individual readers, please do not ask.

Ishmael Wilkins

The Farm Part Two

The boy's voices could still be heard talking. The oldest of them lifted himself up onto an elbow and seemed to be talking to the others. He laid back down again, and draped one of his arms back over his eyes. His other arm, however, began to move. I took aim with my camera, thinking that something was about to happen. I was not wrong.

The oldest boy ran his hand over his genitals a few times, and within seconds his penis began to grow. I managed to capture on film various stages of his growth. When he was satisfied that he was hard enough, he began to run his hand up and down his erection. The other boys were turned towards him, watching as he played with himself. Little by little, the other boys began to grow hard. Luckily I had another roll of film attached to the strap of my camera, because it was time to change it, one roll already being shot.

The other boys began fondling their penises, until a few minutes later all of them were masturbating, including the little guy who seemed to really be into it. I shot nearly a full roll of the boys playing with themselves. I was a little disappointed that they did not play with each other's hard-ons, or get into more advanced sex, but perhaps they would in the future.

One by one the boys reached climax, and stopped rubbing themselves. I watched as their little hard-ons shrunk back down into the little boy dicks which had been waggling around while they were playing.

Eventually the boys became alive again, and after a little play wrestling, during which a great amount of "innocent" rubbing off on each other took place, they got up and dressed, and headed away from the stream down a path which ran through the back of my property.

I went back to the house pleased with what I had witnessed. I decided that I would not disturb them in any way, but that I would make sure that I would listen for them each day, and would have my camera ready.

I went back to the house and began to unpack my developing equipment. I decided that if they boys played their often, I would soon have to begin developing all of the film that I would shoot. It was great to be able to photograph boys playing, unaware that they were being photographed. There was something innocent, fresh, and cute to it.

About two hours later I had my make-shift darkroom settled. I decided that I would develop the film that night. I puttered around the house for a while, arranging things. After lunch, I decided to climb back to my observation post and see if anything was going on at the pond. I almost forgot to take my camera, and grabbed it last minute. I did not want to miss capturing anything on film.

Things were quiet when I looked out over the stream. I sat there for a few minutes, hoping that the kids would come back again. I caught something out of the corner of my eye, and at first was not sure that it was actually something. Off to the far right I had seen the bushes move a bit. I listened carefully, but I could not hear any voices. A few minutes later the bushes moved again. Either there was someone there, or an animal was on the prowl.

I did not have a good vantage point into the area. The loading door to the loft was too far left. I looked down the inside of the loft, trying to see if there were another vantage point closer to that area. I walked down the end of the loft, and noticed that the boards were not set too tight together. I could see out of a few spots. I moved closer so that I could look out. Finally I saw something. I could see what looked like a boy off in a small cleaning area surrounded by shrubs.

I pulled on the board a little, and was pleased to see that it came loose easily. I was able to pull it away from the wall far enough so that I could fit my camera lens through easily. I trained the lens on the area in which I had saw the boy, and began searching. I finally found him. He was wandering around a small clearing area. It looked like a typical boy fort area, a little opening surrounded by shrubs and bushes.

The boy looked to be about eleven or twelve. He was shirtless, and wore short pants. He had his shirt tied around his waist. He turned, and seemed to be talking to someone, but I could not see anyone else for a few more minutes. Finally, the second person came into view. I was not sure if it were a boy or girl, but it was obvious that the second kid there was much younger than the boy.

Eventually the two sat down and seemed to be deep in conversation. I got my first look at the second child. I was still not quite sure of the child's sex, but it was obvious that the child was younger. I estimated somewhere between seven and nine.

After a few minutes talking, the boy moved closer to the child. He put his arms around the child, and the child pulled away at first. The boy continued to talk to the child, and eventually the child allowed him to put his arms around him.

There was a little more talk, a few hugs, and some cuddling. I knew that something was about to happen, and so I started recording it all on film. I decided in my mind that the second child was a boy. Although too young to tell, when the older boy took the shirt off of the younger one, it looked like the chest of a boy.

The older boy began running his hands over the chest and stomach of the younger child. When he convinced the child to lay back on the grass, my camera was ready. I knew that I would find out the sex of the child shortly. I could clearly see the bulge in the shorts of the older boy. He was horny, and he was making serious moves on the younger child.

The boy kissed the child, first on the face and then, on the lips. He lowered his head to the child's chest and began kissing and licking away. Within seconds he was licking away on the child's nipples. I knew, for a fact, that boys suck other boys nipples during sex-play, and so the sex of the second child was still not known for sure.

The boy moved his mouth down to the child's stomach, while his hand caressed the outside of the child's short pants. I knew that it would not be long. The boy moved so that he was in front of the child, which blocked my view. I moved to another opening, but my view was still blocked. I could see that the boy was pulling down the child's pants, and I wanted to capture it, but there was no opening.

The boy pulled the child's pants down and then reached behind him to push them further down the child's legs. He slid himself down a bit and lowered his head back to the child's stomach. I photographed him as his head moved down further, until it was obvious that his mouth was at the child's genitals. He moved his head around wildly as he worked away at the child's genitals. It still was not certain if he were sucking a small penis, or licking a vagina. Not knowing was driving me mad.

Finally the older boy was too hot to hold off any longer. He began to move off the child and stand up. As he stood up, his hands reached for his short pants. He was getting ready to take them off. I trained my lens on the area where the child's genitals would soon appear, and was ready to click away.

The moment of truth finally arrived. As the boy's body left the child's, the genitals came into view. As my shutter clicked away, into view came a small, hairless vagina. The boy was fooling around with a little girl. I had to admit, as I clicked away, that the girl was cute. It was no wonder that the boy was so worked up over her.

The Farm Part Three

I focused back on the boy for a moment, and got a wonderful shot of his buttocks as he stood up. When he turned I got my first shot of his erection. It stood about four inches, and he was circumcised. There were a few hairs around the base of his penis, which made me believe that he would be able to cum, but that he was not that old, perhaps a late eleven or an early twelve.

The girl watched, wide eyed, as the boy sat down beside her. Her eyes did not leave the boy's hard-on for a second. The boy reached for her hand and moved it towards his erection. With a little coaxing, the girl took hold of him and started playing with it.

The boy reached his hand over and began to rub his fingers over her vagina. The boy moved again, and lowered his head to her genitals. He was in a good position for me, and I was able to shoot frame after frame as his tongue darted around and into her tiny orifice. The little girl shuddered under him, her eyes closed, a look of total bliss on her face.

The boy tried several times to move the girl's head into his lap, but she refused him each time. I could see the look of total desperation on the boy's face. He wanted to be sucked badly. He continued to talk to the girl, obviously coaxing her to suck him. He must have said something convincing, because she finally lowered her head and took a tentative suck at him.

Little by little the girl experimented with the boy's hard-on in her mouth. Eventually she settled down and seemed to be sucking him fairly well. The boy had a wide smile on his face, so I was sure that he was enjoying it.

The boy moved the girl on top of him, and positioned her so that her mouth was at his hard-on, and her vagina was at his mouth. After encouraging her to suck again, which she did eagerly that time, he began to lick away at her little vagina, while he rubbed and kneaded her buttocks. The two children laid wrapped together sucking each other for many minutes. I was ready when the boy wiggled her around a little, and his head appeared between her legs. Taking a leg into each hand, the boy spread them wide, offering him a clear view of her little pussy and her little ass hole. The boy laid there a minute or so gazing at the sight as the little girl's head continued to bob up and down on his penis.

The boy moved back to the girl's slit and began licking. He grabbed her buttocks, one in each hand, and spread them out, moving his mouth up between her legs. He continued to lick and suck away at her, until his mouth found her little ass hole. Normally children are not much interested in rimming, but the boy had no second thoughts as he darted his tongue out and around her little bottom hole.

Parting her cheeks a little wider, he dove forward, sending his tongue into the tight little orifice. The boy's pleasure was obvious. He was moving his head around in all different directions as his tongue worked its way inside of her. Stopping for a moment, he stuck a finger into his mouth and wetted it. Placing the finger up against her anus, he pushed a little and it slipped a little ways inside of her. She must have complained, because he pulled out again, and replaced the finger with his tongue.

The boy worked away at the girl's ass for quite some time. Every now and again he would stop and try his finger again. Eventually the girl seemed to complain less. She must have gotten use to his finger inside of her. Once this occurred, the boy began to finger fuck her ass hole, slowly at first, but then building up speed and force until he was ramming in and out of her little hole quite well.

Rolling the little girl onto her back, the boy dived back down on her little vagina and began to tongue her madly. The girl's head rolled back and forth with pleasure. The boy stopped and after wetting his finger again, placed it up against her little vagina and tried pushing it in. Once again the girl complained, and the boy repeated the same procedure that he had done on her backside. He would lick her for a while, and then re-try his finger, until eventually he had it a ways inside of her. As he finger fucked her, I wondered if she was still cherry. Since his finger only went in so far, I decided that she was.

The boy climbed over the girl, and placed his penis up against her lips. I laughed a little as he struggled to straighten his hard-on out enough to reach her mouth. The boy looked painfully hard. I knew that he was planing to fuck her, that was obvious. He was clever enough to test both holes to see which would offer him the best chance.

The boy continued to alternate between tongue and finger on both of the girl's holes. She seemed to accept him easier in her anus than her vagina, which made me almost sure that she was still a virgin. Looking at the boy I laughed, realizing that she would not remain a virgin for too long, at least in one of her holes, perhaps both.

The boy lifted up a bit and talked to the girl. She shook her head in disagreement with whatever he said. The boy continued to try to convince her, and would dive down on to her genitals and bottom hole with vigor. Eventually it became clear what he wanted. The girl gave in, and my camera caught her tongue's progression as it licked away at his hairless balls, and then began to move up between his legs towards his anus. The boy wanted to be rimmed as well, and she seemed as if she would do it for him.

The little girl began to lick around the older boy's ass hole, but she did not seem as good as he had been at it. The boy, none-the-less, was ecstatic. The girl, listening to the boy, wetted a finger and shoved it into the boy's backside. The boy's head lifted skyward, but he did not stop her. He closed his eyes, and had a pained/pleasured look on his face as she finger fucked his butt.

The boy rearranged them so that he could fit his penis back into her mouth. The girl eagerly opened up to him, seemingly now interested in sucking him. She put her finger back inside his backside and began to suck away at his penis at the same time. The boy lowered his head to her young pussy and began to eat her as well.

The children remained locked together for several more minutes. The boy began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her little mouth. At first she gagged a little as he went too deep, but he found the right depth, and continued to fuck her mouth as she fingered him and he ate her.

The gasp from the boy could be heard right up into my loft, as he pushed down deep into her mouth and his body tensed. The little girl's cheeks puffed out and her eyes opened wide. She started to gag a little, and the boy pulled out of her mouth. Out of reflex, her mouth remained opened, and his penis was centered almost directly over her. My camera clicked madly as a few more blast of the boy's juice fired out of his penis, into her mouth and over her face and chest. When the boy fired his last big blast, he lowered himself back inside of her still opened mouth and fucked away a few more seconds until she began moving her head around, obviously having enough of his cum.

They sat up and faced each other. The boy's penis was still dripping a little cum, and his fluid was dripping down her face and upper body. The little girl stuck out her tongue and cleaned her lips. Upon encouragement from the boy, she bent down and sucked the remaining cum from the tip of his penis.

The Farm Part Four

Afterwards, while he boy wiped his penis clean with his shirt, the girl made faced and spit onto the ground. The boy turned his attention to the girl and wiped his cum from her face and body, using his shirt once again.

The children laid down together and the boy kissed and fondled the little girl. He would alternate between pulling her on top of him and having her rub around on him, and laying on top of her, rubbing around over her body.

Like many boys his age, it did not take long before his penis began to stir again. The last time that he pulled up from her body, he was erect again. Rolling her over onto her stomach, he rubbed and caressed her back and buttocks, before laying down on top of her rubbing off on her smooth skin.

Parting her buttocks once more, he lowered his face to them and began tonguing her. She accepted his finger with little complaint, and he worked away at her until he was able to move his finger freely in and out of her little bottom.

Satisfied, he spit into his hand, and began rubbing it around his hard on. Once his erection was totally wet, he began to wet her anus. Moving into position, the boy placed himself up against her and began to push down. The girl squirmed and complained a few times. The boy stopped each time and licked her anus and fingered her again, before spitting on his erection more and climbing back on top of her.

Eventually she began to fight against him less. It was obvious that he was more than half way inside of her. The look of pleasure on his face was priceless. Taking his time, he worked his way inside of her, seemingly not in any great hurry. After close to five minutes, he laid down totally on top of her. He had reached his goal, he was buried fully inside of her little bottom.

After letting her get use to him inside of her bottom, he lifted himself onto his arms and slowly began to pull out of her. When he was almost all the way out, he began to move back inside once again. The boy repeated this several times until he was moving in and out of her bottom freely. I knew, watching this boy fuck the girl's bottom, that it was not his first ass fuck. He fucked like he had a great deal of experience at it.

Eventually the girl must have become use to him, because he began to really fuck her. His body began to move up and down onto hers with more speed and force than he had done up to that point. I smiled as I watched the little girl begin to respond under him. It started with a few wiggles as he ground deep inside of her, and then it built to the point that she was thrusting her little bottom up to him as he pushed down into her.

Almost abruptly, the boy pulled out of her bottom and pulled up on her. He rearranged her body so that she was now on her hands and knees in front of him. I was certain that the boy had fucked many times before. Positioning himself once again, he pushed forward, sending his hard-on deep into her rectum. The girl yelped a few times in this new position. The boy was driving deeper than he had bee when he laid on top of her. She grew accustomed fairly fast, however, and began to respond to him once again, pushing her little bottom up against him as he rammed deep inside of her.

The boy fucked the girl in the "doggie" position for a few minutes more, and then stopped once again. He repositioned her so that she was laying on her back. I thought at first that he had decided that it was time to take her cherry, but instead he lifted her legs into the air, rested them on his shoulders, plunged back inside of her ass hole. I could hear the girl's cries all the way up there when he entered her like that. He was getting better and deeper penetration like that than the two previous positions, and obviously it was a little uncomfortable for her like that.

The boy did not stop or slow down when she cried out. Perhaps he was too far gone to do so, or perhaps it was part of his "style" for fucking virgins. He continued to plow in and out of her as she wiggled around under him. After a few minutes she must have relaxed, because she stopped fighting against him and laid there with her eyes closed and her lips tightly clenched as he fucked away at her little ass.

The boy must have realized that he had her totally now. He rammed away hard and fast into her, and she did not even yelp once. He had shown her that it might hurt for a second in a new position, but that it would soon feel really good. The little girl began to respond to his fucking like she had the previous positions.

The boy pulled back out of her again, and let her legs drop down to the ground. He looked down at her for a minute, her eyes still closed and a slight smile on her face. Lowering his head, he licked her tiny pussy again. When his mouth left her genitals, I could see that he had left them as wet as he could. The boy was ready now. He was going to fuck the little virgin girl.

Spitting directly down onto his erection, he wiped it around the head a little, and then climbed on top of the girl's body. He moved forward so that the tip of his penis was up against her vagina. Her eyes flew open when she realized that he was not going to be going into her butt, but her pussy. She started to protest, however, he began talking to her and must have said the right things, because she did not protest when he reached down and spread her little cunt wide.

Holding his penis with one hand, and her little cunt lips with the other, he moved forward again, and let himself rest up against the little hole. The boy wiggled around a bit, making the girl giggle. Her giggles stopped abruptly, however, and she yelped louder than ever, as he dove down with one powerful thrust and entered her pussy. He had buried almost all of his length inside of her with one swift motion. I swear to this day that I heard the loud pop of her cherry as he busted through it with great force.

The little girl started to cry, and for a minute it looked as if the boy would stop. He decided against that, however, and while holding a hand over her mouth so that she would not scream, he began to fuck her madly. The tears were flowing from the girl, and I was about to break my rules and go down to stop him. I noticed that when the boy would pull out of her little ravished hole on an upswing, blood could be seen.

I am happy that I stayed in place, however, for my camera captured a moment which is seldom caught on film. What happened could not really be explained in words sufficiently, however, the look on the girl's face changed, the movements of her body changed, and the attitude of the boy changed all at once. Instinct and passion took a hold of each child, and their fucking became more sensual, more erotic than it had in the past. The girl's body began to respond. She went from a little girl receiving her first fuck to a little women right before my eyes.

The little girl began to respond to the boy's fucking. She began to move with him, both cooperating with each other to get off. The sounds of the girl's buttocks as they were pushed back onto the grass, and the sounds of the boy's testicles and pubes as they slammed into the girl's body could be heard clearly, as they mated, rutted madly.

The Farm Part Five

The boy's body began to stiffen, his buttocks clenched together, and he dove for the final time inside of the girl's, now well fucked, pussy. He drove himself as deeply inside of the girl as was possible and held himself stiff as he pumped his young boy juice deep into her womb. A long and powerful orgasm followed, in which both children were caught up. The little girl cum as long and as hard as the boy, perhaps he first real cum.

The boy fell, exhausted, on top of the girl and they laid together, still joined, for a long after their cums. The boy finally begin to stir, and with a audible "plop," he pulled out of the girl's body. Once again unlike a young boy, he lowered his head to her pulsating little pussy and began to lick away at her, tasting her juices, his juices, and her blood.

The two children laid together for a while afterwards, talking and giggling. Two lovers had been born, right there in front of my eyes. The little girl was the one who began round two of their love making. She began fondling the boy's soft penis. When it responded to her little hands, she bent down and began sucking away at it. After a while she stopped, and laid down on her stomach next to the boy. She had said something to him. Judging from her position, she asked him to fuck her ass. The boy was not about to refuse. Wetting both of them sufficiently, the boy climbed on top of her, and buried himself deep inside her rectum with little effort.

The fucking lasted much longer that time. They boy, already having cum twice, would relax and enjoy her ass, no real urgency for him to cum. It was beautiful watching the two children wrapped together, bucking and sighing as they pleasured each other.

Afterwards the boy wiped the girl again with his short, and they dressed, stopping now and then to caress and fondle each other, and to kiss. The little girl headed off in one direction, and the boy moved away towards the stream. I moved to the loft door and watched as he rinsed the cum and blood from his shirt. When he stood up, he stretched and flexed like a proud young cock that had gotten his first piece. With a contented smile on his face, he looked around the stream, and then headed off in the same direction which the young girl had headed.

That night I worked in the darkroom until late. I developed all of the film and then made the prints. I brought them into my bedroom with me, and then shamelessly masturbated as I ran through them savoring the detail that the camera caught, and reliving the experiences of the masturbating little boys and the boy and little girl fucking.

Later, as I laid in bed, I was surprised over my reaction to the kid's sex and photos. I had thought that I was jaded enough not to react so to those things, but I guessed that I was not that jaded after all.

Like I said earlier, photographing kids naked was nothing new to me. I once had a thriving business as a professional photographer. I decided to specialize in kids, and that is when my carrier blossomed. I was good at photographing them. I was able to capture them better than most. My reputation soon began to grow, and I would be hired for portraits, portfolios of child models, and then to shoot shots for ads.

My rules when doing child shoots were strict. I was good enough that I could dictate my terms. No parents or anyone else were allowed in while I shot. Many sessions were ruined by parents or other adults budding in.

It was not until about a year later, when I started to do ad work more often, that things became interesting. I was hired by children's clothing and designers to photograph models wearing them. Often there were several outfits, or combinations of outfits which were included in the shoot, which meant that the children would have to change back and forth. A screened off dressing room was provided, and I would have to sit by while the children would change back and forth.

One shoot in particular awakened a new interest in models for me. I was shooting a seven-year-old boy who was modeling several long and short pant combinations, children's underwear, and a sleek brief- style swim wear. I was still enforcing my no other people present policy, but was about to make an exception with this boy. He took a great deal of time changing, and eventually let me know that he was not too good at changing back and forth.

Between a few outfits I had to go in and help him change. When I went in the changing area the first time, he was dressed only in his underpants, trying to get into his next change. I helped him dress, and then we shot the next change. After two more visits to help him, I suggested that we dress and undress him out where we were to save time. The boy agreed. He was a little embarrassed at first, but he soon relaxed and smiled as I helped him without complaining.

As the little boy stood before me, once again in his under pants, waiting for the next set of clothing, I looked him over. He was a cute little kid, the kind that often appears in the ads. His little body was well tanned, and he looked cute in his little colored underpants. I reached for the tripod and repositioned it, snapping a few photos of him like that. He looked at me questioningly, and I told him that I was adjusting it to make sure it was ready when he was dressed again. The boy smiled at me, half believing it, with a kind of knowing smile on his face.

We got through the main catalog shots, and decided to call a ten minute break. Dressed back in his own clothing, we went out to the outer room, and he chatted with his mother while he rested. The boy's mother came over to me during the break, and asked if he was doing well. I reassured her, and she went away happily.

After our break, we went back in for the next set. This outfit consisted of a little boy "muscle" shirt, a kind of fish net thing. Along with it went a pair of tight little white short pants. I am sure that the clothing designer had that effect in mind when the outfit was designed. It sounded very, very sensual.

I read the notes that came with each outfit. he designer said that since the short pants were tight and white, care should be taken to insure that underpants did not show or clash with the shorts. I mentioned this to the boy as we started. We got him into the short with him wearing his bright blue underpants. It was obvious at once that they would not do. They were clearly visible. We took the shorts off and I pulled out a pair of white briefs, telling him that those would be better. I wondered if the boy would change into them right there, or wander off to the changing room to do it. So far he had only been down to his underpants with me, not naked.

The little boy looked up at me when I handed him the underpants. He seemed to be wondering what he should do. He looked off to the changing room and then back to me. I told him that he could change them there if he wanted to. I moved over to the camera and began fiddling with it while he decided. What I was really doing, was getting ready in case he did change there. I had never photographed a child naked with the exception of little babies on the old bear skin rugs, and I do not know why I was so excited about it, but I wanted a shot of him naked.

The Farm Part Six

The boy shrugged his shoulder and began to pull his under pants down. As soon as his hands reached for the band, my camera started. My cameras are not too noisy, however, when it is real quiet, you can hear the shots click off rapid fire. The boy stopped with his under pants down at his knees and looked up at me as he heard the camera click. I tinkered around like I was adjusting the camera, not paying attention to his stares. He must have decided that I was working on the camera, and continued to remove his under pants.

I managed to get quite a few good shots of him naked while fumbled with the white under pants. I continued shooting while he wiggled into the new ones, managing to get a few nice butt shots in the process.

Posing the boy again, I shot off a few frames of him in his new outfit and then told him that the shorts could be seen. I told him that maybe he should wear them without under pants. The boy shrugged, and agreed. I helped him back out of his shorts and under pants, and then pulled on his short pants again. While packing him into the tight shorts, my hand came in contact with his buttocks, and I shuddered at the soft skin on the boy's body.

Looking him over, I noticed that his genitals were kind of trapped sideways, and that their outline would be visible to the camera. I, naturally, shot off a few frames before I announced this. The boy blushed as he understood, and turned his back slightly, unbuckled the shorts and tried to rearrange himself. I got a few more good photos of him with his hands down his pants arranging himself.

The boy was not having much luck at making his genitals unseen, and so finally I told him to come over to me and I would help him. He hesitated briefly, but then came over. I unbuckled his shorts, pulled down the zipper and then spread them open a bit to see what could be done. I smiled at that sight, his lower stomach and pube area visible.

Telling him that I would see what I could do, I slid my hand down inside of his shorts, and shuddered once again as my fingers came in contact with his little penis. I moved it, and then his testicles around a bit until they seemed to be out of the way. The boy blushed brightly all the while, and moved back and forth from foot to foot, but he did not complain.

Finally getting him tucked into position, I moved behind my camera and began to shoot the scene. The boy moved around as he was instructed, and smiled cutely as he did though out the shoot. It was a few minutes before I realized that something was wrong. I was so focused on getting the shots right that I didn't notice it right away. The boy's face began to burn a bright red again, which would not do for the final shots. Looking through my view finder my eyes opened wide when I spotted why the boy was so uncomfortable.

I am not sure if it were a delayed reaction to my having handled his private parts, or if it were just his body's reaction to the tight shorts, but bulging against the tight white material was an obvious hard-on, small but definitely hard.

I shot a few more frames, pretending not to notice his situation, and then looked around the camera and told him that perhaps we should wait a few minutes while he calmed down. The boy was so red faced, I thought he would pass out.

I went over to him, telling him to sit down next to me, and told him not to be embarrassed that it was natural and happened all the time. I told him that it happened to me when I was a boy, and even as a man. The boy eventually began to relax a little, however, his little hard-on remained standing tall. I told him that perhaps the pants were too tight. I told him that maybe if he took them off for a few minutes, things would be okay.

He looked really embarrassed and horrified at the thought of me seeing his naked penis hard like that. I told him that he should not be embarrassed, and that I would not mind. I also told him that no one else would ever know what happened. He seemed to relax as I reassured him. I told him to go ahead and take the shorts off, and then I went back to the camera to "fiddle" and capture that little erection on film.

When he pulled the shorts down, his erection sprang up with great force. He was so hard that when it was freed, it sprang up and slapped up against his pubes. I saw him looking towards me as this happened, but I continued to pretend that I was adjusting my camera. I am not sure if he noticed the camera clicking away over the sound of his own heart beat, but if he did, he did not say anything. I continued to shoot as he sat down again, his little hard-on poking up between his tightly clamped legs.

I glanced over at him, and turning back away, told him that perhaps it would relax more if he spread his legs open and did not hold it between his legs. The boy blushed red again, but followed by suggestion and spread his legs, which gave me about a dozen more great shots.

When several minutes later the boy was as hard as ever, I suggested that if he played with it a little, like most boys did when they were in bed, it might go down. The boy gasped when he heard me say that, but I reassured him, telling him that it was okay, and that I did it as a boy too. I told him that I would not look while he did it.

The shock on the boy's face was clear, but I could see his erection jump and throb at the suggestion. He looked over towards me a few times to make sure that I was not looking, and then he looked down at himself with a look of disgust. Tentatively, he reached out his hand and swiped it by his hard-on. He looked back at me to make sure I was keeping my promise. When he was satisfied that I would not look, he took his penis between a couple of fingers and began tugging up and down on it.

Needless to say, I ran out of film with that display. I changed film as he was going, telling him I would get the camera ready for the next shoot. The boy tugged away a few more minutes, got a pain/pleasure look on his face, grunted, and pushed his butt up from the chair into his hand. I watched through the view finder as his little penis throbbed. He moved his hand away from his penis and sat staring at it. Slowly the organ began to soften, now satisfied. After a minute or so, he was totally soft. Hard the little boy reached three inches. Soft, he shrunk down to about half that size.

I heard his soft voice tell me, a minute or so later, that it was okay now. I turned to look at him, and my eyes fell to his lap. I smiled at him and told him that we were ready to continue again. The little boy did not have a problem after that, and we finished the outfit shoot with no more problems.

We moved on to the underwear and bathing suit poses, and he shamelessly changed back and forth before me. In between poses, or while I changed film or cameras, he stood there naked waiting for the next outfit. He did not seem as embarrassed to be naked in front of me as he had before.

I helped him in and out of a few bathing suits which were as tight as the shorts had been. The last suit was a brief nylon thing, which required him to be "adjusted" again. He did not blush when I slipped my hand down between the smooth nylon and his smoother skin, but the moment that my fingers touched his penis, I felt it jump and the next thing I knew I had my hand over his hard-on. He blushed a little and said "Oh no. There it goes again."

The Farm Part Seven

I started to laugh, and he started laughing as well. I hadn't moved my hand out of his suit, and so while we laughed, I felt his warm erection quiver under my touch. I pulled my hand from his suit, and we both looked down at the bulge. I smiled at him, and told him if we shot him like that other kids his age would be jealous. The boy blushed a little, but laughed as well.

I told the boy that I had an idea which might help to get him soft fast again. I asked him if he wanted me to try. He shook his head up and down, and gave me a real blush once again. I told him to climb onto my lap, which he did. I leaned him back against me, and moved my hand down to his crotch. I let my other hand play over his chest and stomach, and began rubbing his hard-on through the nylon material.

I asked him if what I were doing was okay with him, and he shook his head up and down. I asked him if he thought that it would work, and he shook his head again, a little more eager that time. With his consent, I began to rub his little boner, while tweaking his little nipples.

Every time that I thought that he was getting ready to get off, I would move my hand down and caress his little balls. I could hear him gasp, and could feel his body tense. He wanted to get off. When I thought that the danger of him cumming was past, I would return to his penis again.

Finally, almost whispering in his ear, I told him that it was not working as fast as I thought it would. I asked him if he thought if I played with it under the suit it would go faster. He shook his head up and down weakly. I asked him if it was okay to do it, and he whispered "Yes."

Sliding my hand down under the tight band, I let my hand slide down and over his genitals. His little penis was almost hot to the touch. I grabbed onto him with two fingers and began to work his erection up and down. The boy sighed and opened his legs a little. With my free hand, I puled on the waist band of the suit, working it down his body a little.

Nuzzling his ear with my lips, I told him that I was going to take it out from the suit to get at it better. He grunted in response, and I pulled the nylon down over my hand which covered his genitals. I lifted my hand for a second, letting his hard-ons spring up again. I took it into my palm and began gently massage it for him. The boy purred like a little kitten and settled down more into my lap.

As I began to masturbate him in earnest, I worked his suit down his legs, until I was finally able to pull it off from him. Stopping him from a few near cums, I stood him up in front of me, and while jacking him off, I let my other hand rub and caress his plump little bottom. I had never played sexually with a kid before as an adult, especially with a boy. I was surprised how turned on I was to this little boy's body.

I wanted badly to make love to him more seriously, however, I did not want to scare him. I pulled him close to me, and nuzzled my face in his neck while I jacked him off. He grunted when I began kissing his neck, and I grew braver and kissed my way down his chest. I kissed both of his immature nipples which brought a little squeal of pleasure from his lips, and so I stuck out my tongue and licked them briefly.

I asked him if that helped and he grunted again. I took that as a yes. Opening my mouth wide, I took his entire nipple area into my mouth and sucked it. After a minute or so I transferred my attention to the other nipple. I could feel the boy's legs begin to buckle, and so I picked him up and carried him over to the soft carpet, laying him down onto his back.

I began to masturbate him again, and resumed my sucking on his nipples. The little boy squirmed and giggled under me. I was jacking him off at a nice pace at that time, and decided to expand my love making a little. Leaving his hardened little tits, I kissed and licked my way down his chest and onto his belly, taking a little time to tickle his belly button with my tongue.

Finally I reached his pubes, and I first thoroughly kissed the area before darting out my tongue and licking him all around. I licked down the sides of his legs and then back up, stopping for a moment right near his testicles. Tentatively I kissed his little sack, waiting for his reaction. I could hear him hold his breath as I did that. Not finding him turned off by this, I licked it, and then sucked it into my mouth, savoring the softness and little boy flavor.

Gently sucking on his testicles, I continued jacking him off. I decided that the time had come to do something which I had been thinking about since the sex play began. I released his erection, and it stood upright on its own. Starting at the base, I began kiss it, working my way up slowly, inch by inch. The boy moaned under me as I reached the tip, gave it a deep kiss, and then started down the other side.

I was taking my time, savoring the feeling of my first little boy penis, dreaming about what it would be like to have it in my mouth, when I felt his body tense, and his penis begin to throb. I had gone a little too far, too fast, and the boy was cumming. I wanted to take him into my mouth right at that moment, but I hesitated again, and thus lost my chance.

The boy was racked with orgasm, and almost as soon as his penis stopped throbbing, it shrunk back down to its flaccid state. I went to kiss him again, but he stopped me, saying that it was too sore. I sat up and smiled at him, telling him that I thought that it worked. The boy smiled weakly up at me.

We finished the shoot without further eruptions of erections, and afterwards as the boy dressed back into his own clothes, we talked about the need for not sharing our encounters with anyone else. The boy looked up at me and nodded solemnly, assuring me that he totally understood and agreed.

I processed the film that night, and separated the negatives into two piles, the ones which would persuade parents to buy the clothing so that their children could look like the model, and the ones which no one would ever see.

I was nervous the first couple of days after the shoot. I hid, well, the negatives and prints of the boy aroused and naked thinking that every knock on the door or ring of the telephone would bring disaster. When I survived the week without arrest, I relaxed. For the next month or so I had hoped for another shoot with the boy, but it was not in the cards.

After that first boy, I found that it was easy to see the children I photographed naked. It was equally easy to be able to photograph them naked, but most times this was done with a hidden camera in the changing area.

On a few occasions I was able to insert a little sex play with a few boys. The next boy was a rather cute little eight-year-old, who stood by quietly when I announced that his genitals needed to be arranged inside his bathing suit. He stood patiently as I took my time caressing his penis and testicles, which surprisingly only grew half hard, and he stood still as well while my hand wandered over his smooth little buttocks.

It was the same little eight-year-old who ended up on a location shoot with me, which made it necessary for him to be away from home overnight. It was arranged that he could accompany me alone, and that night settled into our hotel room, he laid silently in bed while I pulled his under pants off from him and snuggled him while he fell to sleep.

The Farm Part Eight

Once he was sleeping, I began to explore his little body, touching and feeling him to my heart's content. The boy must have woken up while I was feeling him up, but he remained still and quiet. He did not speak as I sucked his penis and testicles for nearly and hour, nor when I rolled him onto his belly, spread his buttocks and licked his backside for an equal amount of time.

He laid silently when I rubbed my own erection across his face, and placed it up against his lips. He silently parted his lips and allowed me to slide my penis into his mouth a bit. Although he sucked a few times, he soon remembered that he was sleeping and laid still while I first thrust a little into his mouth, and then holding the tip of my penis inside of his mouth, masturbated into his mouth filling him with my cum minutes later. Even this did not bring a reaction from the boy, who silently swallowed everything which I shot into his mouth.

The boy laid silently as I slid my penis between his legs and slid it in and out, enjoying the soft feeling of his tender skin. The boy whimpered only slightly a while later when after lubricating his little hole, and my much larger erection, I pressed it up against him and felt it press and stretch the boy's little anus until finally it yielded and allowed me to slid inside of him a bit.

Slowly, over the next hour, I worked away at the boy's tight little hole, inching in and then backing out again, trying to get it to grow large enough to accept me inside. When finally my pubic hair rested up against his silky buns, me totally implanted inside of him, he remained silent except for the rapid beating of his little heart.

The little boy remained silent as I thrust in and out of his little bottom. Now and then a groan would escape his lips, but other wise he would remain silent. For nearly a half hour I rocked back and forth inside of his little anus, experiencing feelings which I had never experienced in my life, until finally with one more thrust I filled his little rectum with my cum.

I laid together with the boy long after, my wilted penis still inside of him, gently stroking and caressing his still quivering body, until once again I grew hard, rolled the boy onto his stomach, and fucked his tight little ass wildly.

The little boy nestled back against me when I spent myself inside of him the second time, still silent. I remained inside of him and wrapped my arms around him as we both slept. I woke in the morning still inside of the boy's bottom. I was sure that he was awake before me, but he laid still, not trying to get my morning erection out from his backside.

He laid silently as I pulled out of him with a little pop, and as I went into the bathroom to relieve my full bladder. He remained on the bed when I returned, and lubricated his little butt once again, and returned where my penis had spent the night.

After making sure that he could still accept me, I rolled the little boy onto his back, pulled his legs onto my shoulders, and re-entered him once again, his eyes wide open as he felt me once again inside of him. In that position I am sure that I felt twice as large as I had the night before, however, the little boy remained silent as I fucked his little ass and kissed him fully on the lips.

Afterwards I carried the boy to the shower and bathed him and then myself. I handed him the bar of soap, and moved his hand to my genitals. Obediently he began to wash me there. After rinsing off, I gently pushed down on the boy's shoulders and he yielded, kneeling down in front of me. Without direction he did as he knew I wanted. He opened his mouth, took me inside, and released me only after I had finally grown soft again.

We ate breakfast and then went to the shoot sight and did our job. Throughout the day the boy was cheerful and seemed happy. During break time we kidded and wrestled around. When I was too horny to continue, we returned to the hotel, and once inside the room I picked him up and carried him over to the bed.

After stripping him from his clothing, I pulled him on top of me and we performed a sixty-nine, the boy staying with me, once again, until I was limp. For most of the afternoon we stayed in bed, me finding position after position to enter the boy in, him laying silently as I fucked him until I could fuck no more.

When the time to go back home approached, and we were not yet done with the shoot, I called the boy's parents and told them that conditions had not been right and that we would need another day. The boy chatted cheerfully with his parents on the telephone, confirming that more shots were needed, and that he was having a good time.

Afterwards, hanging up the telephone, the boy returned to the bed and laid down on his stomach, his inviting buttocks within my reach. I did my best to fuck him once again before both of us falling in deep sleep.

We fucked the night through, the boy eventually being persuaded, silently, to climb on top of me and stick his baby erection into my anus as well. The next morning after sex, shower, breakfast, and sex again, we finished the shoot and headed home.

We stopped several times on the way, him laying in my lap face down relieving me sexually, not laving my penis until it was flaccid. He laid across the seat as I sucked his immature little penis through several climaxes, and then later as we neared out destination, he sat on my lap under the steering wheel, firmly implanted on my erection as I moved his young body up and down on me.

When my excitement grew, and my strength was sapped, the boy took over and thrust himself firmly up and down my erection until I filled his boy butt with another load of cum. I dropped the boy off at his house, going inside to safely deliver him to his parents. Brothers and sisters were home alone, parents to be home in a half hour.

I stayed with the children waiting, knowing my duty was not over until they arrived home. The boy's sisters were cute, but it were the boys which I watched closely. The baby was six, and a little doll. Older brother was ten, perhaps eleven and reeked of sexuality.

Taking my hand, the little boy led me off to his bedroom, to show it to me. Once inside he stood silently as I lifted him, laid him down on his bed, pulled down his pants, and sucked his little penis. The boy rolled over on a touch, and with the aid of a little spit he was ready to enter, and I rode him to a brief climax, shooting much faster than usual with the excitement of fucking the boy in his own bed, with his brothers and sisters in the house.

He straightened our clothing and left the room, spotting the older brother making like he was going into his own room. His face was slightly red, and his pants bulged out, but he stayed silent. I was ready to go into his room, and find out if he were as eager as his brother when we heard a car pull up.

The boy's parents were grateful for me staying until they got home, an emergency calling them away. Everyone was happy, and when they prints were out, they called, happy with the results. When several weeks later I got an assignment which required me to find children to fit the need, I called the boy's parents and arranged for him and older brother to participate in the shoot, which I made location.

END PART EIGHT

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