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Hard As Nails: Ch 14 -- Gunnar
Gunnar Adonis Walls, at 6' tall, was just an inch shorter than his twin Erik. His strawberry blond locks were curlier than either his father's or his brother's. He wore them at mid-length with a short bang in front. His large blue eyes twinkled with mischief, especially when he smiled or, as his fathers would remark, flash his shit-eating grin. His broad shoulders tapered to a smaller waist. He had developed a solid 6 back which tapered down toward his 8' cut penis and large balls. His long muscular legs led to size 12 feet. His body was lightly furred with strawberry blond curly hair. His abs showed the beginnings of a treasure trail. Gunnar was usually much quieter than his siblings. He had a profound interest in nature, meditation, and animal husbandry. He enjoyed swimming and weightlifting. He participated in soccer and baseball in elementary and middle school. He finished the eighth grade with a straight A average.
Like the rest of his family, Gunnar enjoyed traveling. At 14 he had already visited over 30 states. He had joined his parents on trips to Scandinavia, the United Kingdom, Japan, Israel, France, Germany, Italy, Spain, South Africa, and Greece. His favorite had been Greece.
Gun was fascinated to learn more about his middle name. Adonis was the mortal lover of the goddess Aphrodite in Greek mythology. The story is told that one day, Adonis was gored by a wild boar during a hunting trip. He died in Aphrodite's arms as she wept. His blood mingled with her tears and became the anemone flower. Aphrodite declared the Adonis festival commemorating his tragic death, which was celebrated by women every year in midsummer. During this festival, Greek women would plant "gardens of Adonis", small pots containing fast-growing plants, which they would set on top of their houses in the hot sun. The plants would sprout but soon wither and die. Then the women would mourn the death of Adonis, tearing their clothes and beating their breasts in a public display of grief. Gun was so impressed with the myth; he purchased a 10" copy statue of the Adonis Mazarin. He enshrined the statue in his bedroom. Each morning and evening he lit incense before it as an omage to his heritage.
Gun was a confirmed naturist and enjoyed the freedom being naked afforded him. He had known nothing else his entire life. He could not recall a time when he had not seen his fathers, sisters, and brothers naked at some point every day. There was no shame attached to being nude. Yet he understood the necessity of clothes when others from outside the family were around. His parents had trained all of them to have sarongs ready to wear should guests arrive unexpectantly. All four boys were also instructed to cover their penises, aka needles, if excited or erect.
Gunnar, like the rest of his siblings, had discovered sexual pleasure early in his life. There were videos of him rubbing his nipples or playing with his penis. Neither of his fathers discouraged this exploration. Rather they encouraged it in all their offspring. Both men were willing to discuss anything their children brought to them in an open and frank discussion.
The youngest of the Walls-Reed clan understood all the males in their family were richly endowed with large penises and scrotums. When he took his first shower in school after a PE class in 6th grade, he was uncomfortable with the open-mouthed stares of the other boys. He even talked to his fathers about it. Both men shared their experiences of having the same feelings the first time they showered in school as well. Reassured, Gunnar strutted proudly through the shower and locker room after that and his classmates got used to seeing just another penis in a room of penises.
Sixth and Seventh grade passed without further thoughts of how large Gunnar's penis was compared to others. In seventh grade, all four brothers were in the same PE class. They were often the butt of snide remarks which Fifth fended off by simply saying, "Jealous."
However, in Eighth grade, things changed slightly. Someone must have shared with his sister that the reed and Walls boy were hung like horses. At the Johnny Appleseed Dance, all four boys were in demand by numerous girls who wanted to dance with them. Peggy Dunn had asked Gunnar to dance the first dance of the evening, It was a slow dance to start off the evening. Throughout the 4 minutes of the song, Peggy S hand kept slipping to grab at Gunnar's crotch. At the end of the dance, he thanked her and headed to find his brothers. Fifth, AJ, and Erik were excitedly sharing how their dance partners and groped them. The fronts of their pants were all as tented as Gunnar's. They congratulated him on letting his partner grope his crotch and get to second base.
For the rest of the night, the four boys were on the dance floor 3 out of every 4 dances. Fifth and Erik were the first to excuse themselves for longer than dance as they headed to a bathroom stall to jerk off from all the stimulation their pricks were getting. Erik followed suit after his next dance. Gunnar retreated to the bathroom after two more girls had groped him.
Alone in the bathroom and the stall, Gun sat down and waited for his member to subside. He felt grossed out and sick to his stomach. He felt he was being treated like a piece of meat in the market. When his penis softened again, Gunnar urinated. Washed up and headed back into the dance. He went to the refreshment table and had a cup of orange sherbet punch and a cookie. He walked over and stood next to the fire extinguisher by one of the exits behind the refreshment tables. His respite was short-lived as three more girls saw him and rushed to ask him to dance.
Clay was chaperoning the dance and had stayed on the opposite side of the room from his sons. Yet he watched them like a hawk. His keen eyes saw the boys' crotches being fondled by the girls with whom they had consented to dance. He also noted how long his sons had taken in the bathroom. He surmised they were relieving the pressure in their balls.
Clay also observed that Gunnar was trying to hide in plain sight without success as three girls descended on his hiding place behind the refreshments. He saw how reluctantly Gunnar had let his latest dance partner drag him out to the floor. At least it was a fast dance and the young lady had fewer opportunities to grope one of the Reed--Walls boys' now famous penises.
Clay also noted that while the 3 older boys wore shit-eating grins on their faces, Gunnar's face so little emotion. He was going through the motions. He took a few minutes to text his observations to Sean who was at home with their daughters.
Sean read the text with bemusement. He texted Clay back, "Babe, we will probably be talking with Gunnar if he is unhappy about something in the next day or two. I'm not surprised by the other three. They jack off daily. See you when you get home and maybe I'll get to second base with you."
"Maybe a home run Sir."
"Maybe."
When the dance ended at 9 pm the girls formed a long line as did the boys. As the song "Goodnight, Ladies" played the two lines shook hands with each other just like teams would do at sporting events. Afterward, Gunnar rushed to the Escalade, punched in the code, unlocked the vehicle, and jumped into his middle seat. He sat alone for close to ten minutes before AJ arrived.
"Bro, Dad has been looking for you. Why did you run off?"
"I'm just tired," Gunnar lied. He couldn't bring himself to admit he felt like a mangled piece of meat.
"When I don't come back, they'll know I found you out here. Wasn't tonight fucking awesome? When Katya Glover grabbed my cock during the first dance, I thought I was going to cream my pants right then and there. I had to jack off three times tonight and I'll probably do it again when we get back to Oak Haven. How many times did you jerk out a load?"
"Just twice, one right after the other. My cock would go down."
"A double toss, kewl! Guess we'll be filing these memories in the spank bank."
"Guess so," Gun replied as he lay his head back.
Shortly thereafter Clay arrived with Fifth and Erik. "I was worried about Gunnar. Next dance, please tell me when you're coming out to the car."
"Ok, Dad. I'm sorry."
Fifth held court all they home to Oak Haven. "I lost count of how many times they got to second base. My cock has never been touched by so many female hands in my entire life. Dad, I guess you know I had to relieve myself a few times throughout the evening. This one chick, Isabel Cruz, almost brought me off she kept rubbing my cockhead throughout the dance."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't cream your pants son. We would have had to leave early."
"Dad, Gunnar told me he had a double toss," AJ shared.
"Is that so, AJ? Aren't you guys forgetting what Pops and I have told you about your sexual encounters?"
Gunnar spoke up, "A gentleman never tells."
"Right you are Gunnar. I don't need to know the details. I'm just glad you had a good time. However, since the females of your class are so interested in your equipment, I just want to remind you that just because you can doesn't mean you should."
"Yes Sir," the four brothers said in unison.
Fifth resumed holding court talking about how great the music was and how great the refreshments were. Gunnar just wished he'd shut up.
At Oak Haven, Vic and Gitte welcomed their brothers home. "How was the Johnny Appleseed Dance?" Vic inquired.
Fifth answered for all of them, "It was the best Vic. We can't wait till the Halloween Dance next month."
"Someone should tell Gunnar's face," Gitte noted.
Vic hugged her little brother, "Didn't you have a good time?"
"I'm just tied. We were on the dance floor from the first song to the last. I'm not sure the girls danced with anyone but the four of us." He pushed past his sister and went into the family room to find his other parent. "Pops, I'm worn out. I'm heading to bed. I love you." He leaned over and kissed his father on the lips."
"I love you too Gunnar. Sleep well." He stood up as Gunnar pulled back and wrapped his son in a bear hug. Gunnar then retreated upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Erik.
Farm Boy came into the family room, "Hi Chief, what's up with our youngest?
"Gun told me he was tired. Let's take it at face value for now."
Clay didn't get a chance to respond as Fifth, AJ, and Erik crowded around Sean. Vic and Git just stared at the scene.
"Were we that excited when we came home from Johnny Appleseed last year?" Victoria asked her sister.
"Probably, it's all a blur. Right now we're focused on getting ready for our first Homecoming as Freshmen."
"Oh yes, dress shopping tomorrow on Park Avenue. Mormor said she was picking us up at 9 then brunch at Kiki's, followed by shopping for our dresses," Vic rattled off.
The hubbub finally started to settle down as Sean suggested they all turn in for the night. The guys raided the refrigerator while the girls went upstairs to their rooms.
"Clean up after yourselves," Pop directed. "If there is so much as a crumb on the counter or floor or a dirty glass sitting out, all three of you are going to do KP for a month."
"Yes, Sir Pops," AJ answered for the three brothers.
Sean took Clay's hand and lead him to the bedroom. When they entered it and had closed and locked their door, Chief roughly gripped Farm Boy's cock through his trousers and squeezed. "Straight to second base, Farm Boy. If you're really good, I may go for third base or a home run."
"You forgot first base, Sir," Clay stated as he leaned in and French Kissed his husband. All the bases got covered that night. Upstairs, Gunnar had stripped and examined his penis in the lights above the vanity. There were visible bruise marks from where fingernails and been pushed into it testing its size and girth. He shook his head as he recalled how some of the girls has just patted it while others gripped it so hard, that he winced and had to push their hands away.
Then there was Amanda White. He worked beside her in the Science Lab as her partner. He wasn't interested in his cock, but she toyed with his nipples throughout their dance. When the music ended, she did titty twisters on both his nipples at the same time. He could see the bruises she had left. He had left her in the middle of the dance floor and headed for the bathroom to take a break.
He recalled Roger Meeks and CJ Ray standing at the urinals when he entered.
"Look CJ, it's one of the fabulous big-dicked Reed-Walls boys. You must be happy to have all the pussy in the room fighting over your horse cocks," Roger groused.
"I'd be happy to give you guys some of the ones that have groped me. I feel like a piece of meat."
"Serves you right," CJ began.
"It's not like we told anyone we have big dicks. That had to come from you guys in the locker rooms who have seen them. As Fifth says, jealous guys who spread stories. If you think this was fun for me, you're wrong."
"Poor baby doesn't want his cock touched by the ladies. Maybe we should touch it for him CJ. What do you think?"
"There may be two of you, but you come near me, and I'll bash your faces into the wall," Gun glared at them as he took a defensive stance. Two more teens arrived just then which defused the awkward situation. Gunnar went into an empty stall while Roger and CJ left.
Gun didn't bother telling his brothers. He'd do that tomorrow when they were alone. Both Roger and CJ were jealous for more reasons than dick size. Fifth had beaten them both for MVP in Pee Wee Football. AJ beat them at a fishing competition on the Little Econ, and Erik had beaten Roger in a water-skiing competition.
Gunnar finished his shower and headed to bed. He feigned sleep when Erik came into the room. He heard his brother removing his clothes and heading into the bathroom and closing the door. The shower was turned on immediately and Gunnar knew that Erik was flogging his log as he pulled up images from his spank bank. It was one of the two signals that he was masturbating that the brothers had agreed upon, music playing loudly in the room or the shower running.
Gunnar didn't particularly care if Erik saw him jacking off. However, his twin liked his private moments. Erik would play Nine Inch Nails and Gunnar would play Greek folk songs. Then there were those rare times when they would each jack off in their bunk listening to each flogging their log.
To teach socialization skills their middle school held monthly eight-grade dances. Two of the coaches at the school were frequent contestants in ballroom dancing competitions and would spend one week a month teaching a certain dance. October saw the Boo Ball. November's dance was called the Turkey Trot. December featured the Yule Ball. January saw the Black Ball in which everyone had to have some black in their outfit. February was the Friendship Fiesta. March was the Shamrock Shimmy. April's dance was simply labeled Dancing in the Rain. The end of school in May was marked with the Forget-me-not Dance.
Girls getting to second base with the Reed-Walls boys continued through the Turkey Trot. The girls' fascination with big dicks waned when all they ever got was a squeeze and maybe a kiss in return.
At least the older three boys would kiss and cop a feel in return for the groping they received. Gunnar enjoyed the dance. He enjoyed talking with the girls and was considered a witty conversationalist. He could hold forth on sports, music, plants, history, music, latest movies, and a host of other topics. Yet he showed no interest in the girls beyond that.
Margorie Dearman asked Gunnar after they had danced at the Black Ball, "Are you gay?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been trying to get you to kiss me for 4 months. You don't seem to get it."
"I'm not like my brothers. They would be happy to get laid tonight if they could. I would rather wait for that someone special when I can commit myself to them."
"So, you're the marrying type. Good to know," Margorie told him. She scurried off to spread the word to the other girls. Rather than put the girls off, Gunnar found there was more interest in him than ever, and the groping of his junk stopped.
During the school day, he started receiving notes slipped into his locker. In the cafeteria, girls would call him over to sit with them or if he was seated somewhere they would move to his table. Gun found it annoying, but he was polite and engaged in polite conversations. His brothers were dumbfounded their shy little brother had become a chick magnet.
AJ asked him on the bus on the way home one day, "What gives with all the girls hitting on you?"
"They're not hitting on me. They are just being friends. They like that I listen to what they have to say. I also don't hit on them. Remember what Pops and Dad taught us. `Just because you can doesn't mean you should.' They know I'm not going to hit on them until I feel I'm ready to commit to a relationship."
"Oh man, that's so 1776 of you! You're going to miss out on a lot of pussy between now and then."
"If you mean I'm going to miss out on having a bruised dick, I can live with that. I'd rather have fun being a friend than having a one-night stand. You saw what happened to Pablo Diaz. He got that little Latina pregnant last month. He's now in military school and his parents are having to make support payments for the girl. Do you want to risk that? Be my guest. It would be one way for me to get my own room."
The family had been living with the fact that Grandpa Reed had almost died. He would no longer be able to manage the ranch and its various enterprises. The teens had all been told that this would be their last school year in Orange County. Each one of the siblings had been asked about their preferences for their rooms at the ranch. The boys were particularly excited that Pops was designing a new week just for them while the wing that had housed their father and uncle would be remodeled for their sisters.
Gunnar paid close attention to the work that Pops was doing on the architectural design for the project known as the Quad. He had become an accomplished artist over the years as he sketched various flora and fauna around Oak Haven and Fort Christmas. He could see himself following in his father's footsteps of becoming an architect or designer. Then he would change his mind and think about becoming a biologist or a botanist. Archeology and Anthropology were also on his list of future careers.
The Ides of March proved a fateful winter day in Gunnar's life. While he was showering after PE, he rinsed the soap from his face. He opened his eyes to see Gordon Barc standing at the next shower head with his limp dick sticking out of his flame-red pubes. Gun's cock sprang to attention. Several classmates pointed and snickered. Within minutes 17 other guys sprang wood as well.
Mortified, Gunnar rinsed off, grabbed his towel, and headed for his locker. He finished toweling off before dressing. His classmates teased him about his horse cock for the first time since 6th grade. Others teased about being growers and not showers.
Gordon caught up with Gunnar in the hallway heading to their 6th-period classes. "Wait up Gun!" he called.
Gunnar stopped and turned to face his red-haired classmate. "You have something you want to say about what happened."
"Yeah, I do. Most of us have gotten hard-ons in the shower throughout the years. Guessing by the way you took off that was your first time leading the way. I used to spring hard all the time, particularly when I'd look at what you're packing. My dad says it is just a guy thing. Go with the flow. Let them tease you a few days. Someone else will lead the way on another day."
"Thank you, Gordon. It was kind of you to share your father's wisdom. Yeah, Tommy will want to show off his wanking skills." The two teens laughed. Tommy Byllis liked wanking his uncut dick in the shower every day. He told the guys it was his way of washing under his lengthy foreskin. The two boys headed off to their separate classes.
On the ride home Fifth sat next to Gunnar on the bus. "Is it true you sprang wood today in the shower?"
"Oh, so now I'm the talk of the school? Yes, it's true. From what I hear you're a frequent flyer yourself."
"I can't deny that Gun. I just wanted to say let them get their teasing out of the way and it will be over in a few days. If you must say something, try asking whoever is teasing you if they are jealous. I've done that a few times with some of the bullies. It stops them right in their tracks."
"Gee bro. Thanks for being supportive. I thought you were going to rub it in."
"Oh, I'll be rubbing something when I get home," he winked at his youngest brother and they both laughed.
Gunner could not get the image of Gordon's 4-inch white as snow cut prick nestled in his red bush out of his mind. He went to his room and sat at his desk doing his homework. Erik came in and dumped his backpack on his desk and stripped.
"Want to go swimming with me Gun?"
"I've got a ton of stuff to do this evening Alex. Maybe after dinner."
"That's when I plan on tackling mine. I'll dunk you another time," he teased as he pushed his brother's curly-haired head forward in a dunking motion.
"Or I'll dunk you," Gunnar slapped his brother's left ass cheek with the back of his hand. Erik scurried downstairs. Gun got up and closed the bedroom door. He had already stripped off his school clothes and he lay on his bed and dug his cum rag from under his mattress.
Closing his eyes, he imagined Gordon and his other classmates with their erections in the shower. He started wanking his dick, which swelled quickly and expanded to its full length and girth getting as hard as nails. He imagined himself wanking in the shower with all the other guys doing the same. Cut cocks, uncut cocks, thin cocks, thick cocks, tiny dicks, and larger cocks all pointing their needles at his King of Cocks.
As he jacked his penis with one hand, he started playing with his scrotum with the other, touching it ever so lightly so that it tickled and tingled. He switched between his balls and his nipples while fantasizing about the other teens in his class doing the same. Gordon came back into the center of Gun's fantasy the teen's long narrow cock rising from it 4-inch flaccid state to a respectable 7 inches with a purplish narrow head. Gunnar pictured Gordon wanking his dick and walking slowly toward him until their dick heads kissed.
Gunnar felt his balls pull up tightly and his dick convulsed as his toes curled, his thighs tightened, and rope after rope of semen erupted in 5 thick bursts landing on his chest, chin, and cheek. His body shuddered through his orgasm and its aftermath as he tried to catch his breath. Once he recovered, he wiped up his cum with his rag and deposited it back in its hiding place, He threw himself back on his pillow and stared upwards into nothingness. Margorie Dearman's question rang through his brain, "Are you gay?"
In the weeks that followed, her question rang through his mind several times a day. He found himself surreptitiously looking at his classmates' cocks in the locker room and shower. His own embarrassment at throwing a stiffy in the shower was replaced just a few days later with Phil Stegeman's 6-inch beer can cock with the heavy foreskin decided to point the way for everyone else. What was worse was that as Phil soaped up his junk, he shot a load onto the shower room floor. The hooting and hollering that accompanied his cum shot brought Coach Kelly to the shower's entrance.
"Alright ladies, enough hysterics over an erection. Get showered, dressed, and on to your next class," Kelly told them. Gunner watched Coach Kelly lick his lips as the semi-hard and hard teens filed past him to finish toweling off and dressing.
"I think my gaydar just hit on another closet case," Gun thought as he looked at the coach, who had just married his long-time live-in girlfriend over spring break. "I wonder how many of these guys can be so into cock?"
It was a question that wouldn't be answered. Gunnar resolved to try to keep is dick under control in the shower. He started using the shower head in the far-left corner. He only used a bit of hot water to take the chill of the cold water. He soaped up and rinsed off quickly and was out of the shower before most of the class was in it.
Yet every afternoon for the rest of the school year he would close his eyes and wank off to the image of Gordon Barc wanking his cock and touching his dick to Gunnar's. Each time the resulting orgasm as intense as the first one back in March.
Gunnar was having a hard time processing his sexual feelings. He liked girls but rarely pictured doing anything with them except talking or dancing. He liked boys in the same way except instead of dancing with them he was playing sports with them. It was only when he was horny that he thought of erect cocks.
After the Forget-Me-Not Dance at the end of the school year, Gunnar was in a surly mood. He didn't talk on the ride home and let Erik and Fifth dominate the conversation in the car. AJ picked up on his brother's mood and placed his hand on his left thigh, "Are you ok Gunnar? You seem upset."
Gunnar was torn between ripping AJ's hand from his leg or telling him why he was anxious. "Before he could decide AJ removed his hand and just sat quietly beside him in the passenger row. After a few minutes, he turned toward AJ and whispered, "I've had a lot on my mind for a few months now and I feel I'm going to explode. I just need to work up the nerve to talk to Dad and Pops about it."
"Well remember what they have always told us. `Never fear bringing anything to them. If they don't know an answer, they will work to find one.' So far, nothing I've ever said to them has shocked or disappointed them. Unless of course I've broken rules."
"I know Andrew. It's just I'm not sure what to say just yet. I'm still trying to process what I want to say and ask."
AJ squeezed his brother's thigh again. "If you want to bounce things off me first, I'm here for you bro. We're both second ones out."
"Yes, we are." Gun elbowed his brother in his side. "And they don't let us forget it either." Both teens laughed and Gunnar felt some of his doldrums fade.
The last day of school was a difficult one for all six of Sean and Clay's brood. At the high school Vic and Gitte spent a lot of time hugging and crying with friends they had made over the past nine years. The 4 brothers at the middle school were also saying their own goodbyes. They were leaving friends they first met in kindergarten. There were no tears just gut-wrenching anxiety.
Once school was out Gunnar asked to spend time with his grandparents in Winter Park. He had already packed up his belongings and only had a few clothes left to pack at the last minute. Sean dropped him off on his way to a meeting at the bank.
Walking in through the kitchen door, Gunnar greeted Kwan Li, who had replaced Ethel five years earlier when Ethel retired.
"Mr. Gun, how are you today? Ready for the big move?"
Gunnar dropped his bag, brought his hands together and bowed before responding, "I wish we didn't have to go, but I'm 98% packed. How are you today?"
"Mister Alex and Missy Andrea keep me hopping. I am still learning to make Scandinavian and Greek dishes. They are learning to like Thai dishes," she chuckled. "They are in music room waiting for you."
"Thank you, Kwan Li. I'll see you at lunch." Gunnar picked up his bag and ran up the back stairs to his father's old bedroom. The king-sized bed was gone and replaced with two twin beds; The same transformation had happened in the other two guests room to accommodate up to six grandkids at one time. He threw his bag on the bed farthest from the door, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He headed downstairs by the main staircase and thought the living and family rooms and into the music room.
Alex and Andrea were listening to Mahler on the sound system. When Alex saw his grandson, he paused the music and sprang from his chair. "Gunnar my man, so good to see you." Gunnar hugged his grandfather tightly and kissed both his cheeks.
Andrea opened her eyes and got up as well. "How's my Adonis fairing today?" Gunnar hugged and his kissed his grandmother.
"Papu, Mormor I'm fair today. I wanted to get some alone time with you before we move in 3 weeks."
"So your Pops said," Alex noted. "Where is your old man?"
"Off to the bank for an appointment."
"He could have at least stop in and said hello / goodbye."
"Alex don't start. We see plenty of our children and grandchildren. Its special that you want to spend time with us. What would you like to do?"
"How about I spend time right here listening to Gustaf with you until lunch. Then we can make some plans for this afternoon." Gunnar snuggled in between his grandparents on the couch and settled in to listen to music for the next 45 minutes.
At lunch they discuss what the next several days would be like. "This afternoon, I have a Women's Club Meeting. I'll be back around 4," Mormor noted. "I plan on working on making my wood pens this afternoon. Care to help me design some new Walls Originals?" Papu inquired.
"I like making pens with you Papu. How many you think we can turn out this afternoon?"
"Well, if you finish the lathe work and I drill the centers, we should probably finish 2 dozen today complete with the varnish. Then when they're dry, we can insert the writing parts and they will be ready to go."
"You two are perfect for each other," Mormor chuckled. "Now about tomorrow. We're afraid you will be on your own from 9 to 3. We both have teaching commitments at the hospital. Do you have any idea what you might want to do?"
"I just want to hang out here tonight, maybe watch a movie, or just tell stories about what it was like growing up or raising Pops. Tomorrow I'll walk to Park Ave. Maybe I'll get a hand dipped cone at Peterbrooke. I'll browse some stores especially the orchid place. Maybe even take a cruise on the chain of lakes."
"We'll go someplace nice for dinner tomorrow then," Papu suggested.
"I didn't bring anything fancy Papu. Just a couple pair of shorts, tees, and a swimsuit."
Andrea gripped her chest, "Could it be! A child of Sean Andreas Walls wearing a swimsuit!"
"Mormor, you're funny! I don't want to shock Kwan Li."
"Honey, Kwan Li has seen it all several times over. Wear a suit or don't wear one. She's used to it all," Mormor admonished. "She has seen you grandfather and I in all sorts of stages of undress. Now I must get changed so that I'm not late." Andrea kissed the top of Gunnar's head and then kissed her husband on the lips before heading to the master suite to change.
The rest of the day went as planned. In the evening Andrea and Alex talked about what it was like to move around with the kids having to change schools. Before the threesome knew it the grandfather clock in the hall was chiming midnight. After goodnight hugs the three retired to their beds.
Gunnar lay in his bed thinking, "If only these walls could talk! I could learn more about Pop's sex life and the stuff he got into as a kid." With those thoughts he fell asleep.
Breakfast was at 7:30 with his grandparents the next morning. Afterward, Gunnar spent some time swimming naked in the pool. After showering off the chlorine he dressed and began his walk into town.
His first stop was Scenic Boat Tours. He paid his $20 fee and waited for the first boat to leave at 10 AM. Here were just 15 people on this tour. Gunnar sat on the port side toward the stern of the pontoon boat. As they left the first lake and entered the narrow canal, Gunnar recalled his time in Venice. Even going under the small bridges brought back the images of his time there. When the tour ended an hour later, Gunnar made the short walk along Morse to Park Ave.
The Avenue was busy. There were numerous men and women walking their dogs and tourists that stopped by to see the many shops that lined Park Avenue, Gunnar found himself wondering down to Peterbrooke Chocolatier. When he entered the shop he could smell the chocolate being made in the kitchens behind the glass wall. He sampled the chocolate covered popcorn they always offered clients. The walls were filled with various assortments of chocolate candies. With Father's Day coming up they were some specialized gifts too.
At the ice cream counter, he ordered a Chocolate Mint waffle cone with three scoops. The clerk smiled at the handsome blond teen in front of him. Gunnar thought it was his imagination, but he thought the clerk, and older teen had let his hand linger a bit longer than necessary when he handed the cone to him. Paying for his cone, Gunnar left the store, crossed over Park and then again over New England to enter Central Park. He walked along through the grassy areas until he reached the Memorial Fountain. He took a seat on one of the benches and enjoyed his ice cream and the guitarist playing two benches away from the one upon which he was seated.
A jogger ran up to the fountain and stopped. He was about 5'11" and had close cropped red and silver hair that was close cropped. His beard was almost entirely red. He wore Marine Corp running shorts and a tank top. On his right upper arm, the Marine Corp emblem had been tattooed. He sat on the edge of the fountain and Gunnar took note of him before returning his attention to the guitarist.
The jogger sighed and stood and turned toward Gunnar and froze. A peculiar smile crossed his face.
Gunnar once more noticed the jogger and focused on him. He saw the strange smile and asked, "Is there something with which I can assist you, sir?"
"No lad, you just reminded me of someone I knew a very long time ago. It was a pleasant memory. You have a great day." The jogger resumed his run, west across the park and the railroad tracks, ran through the parking lot and turned right onto New York Ave. He jogged down to Webster Ave, stopped to check traffic and crossed to the southeast corner of the cemetery. He ran across New York again and then turned left onto Keyes Avenue. He continued to run up to his house. The bungalow was set back from the street and had dormers and a double garage. The jogger thought about how different it looked today from his youth. It was landscaped well, but the oak trees and shrubs and been removed by two hurricanes and age. Today, Florida red maples, red oaks, and red cedar framed the sides of the property. The drive was lined with society garlic. A low growing cedar lay against the walls of the house, which was now painted a sandstone color. The jogger loped up the driveway and to the side of one of the garage doors. He lifted a panel and punched in a code. The door rolled open, and he entered the garage with his Mercedes parked in one of the bays. He hit the button to close the garage door and stripped off his shirt, kicked off his trainers, pulled off his socks, and removed his shorts and jock strap. Over his left pec was a heart with the letters S & R intertwined.
Gunnar finished his ice cream cone and resumed his walk down Park Avenue. He spotted Eduardo Castillo Photography across the street from the park. He jaywalked across Park Avenue and entered the store front.
"May I be of assistance young man," an effeminate clerk with long brown hair pulled back into a pony tell. He was dressed in a hunter green suit with a pale-yellow button-down shirt."
"I just wanted to say hello to Mr. Castillo. My parents worked for him at one time." Gun noticed copies of two of the books featuring his parents on the coffee table in a small seating area.
"Who might they be?" the clerk inquired.
Gunnar pointed at the coffee table books, "Sean Walls and Clay Reed."
"Oh wow! Eduardo is upstairs. Please have a seat and I'll see if he is willing to come down. Please don't leave." The clerk hurried out the store front's door and entered the next door leading to the stairs to the second-floor studio.
Minutes later a graying and balding gentlemen entered the store with the clerk. "I understand I have the honor of meeting Sean and Clay's son. Which one might you be? No let me guess. You resemble your father so much. You are either Erik or Gunnar."
"I'm Gunnar sir. It's a privilege to meet you. I've seen some of your early work with flowers and it has been an inspiration for me. I enjoy botany and do a lot of sketching. I hope to move into photography soon."
"We are well met, Gunnar. I do return to my flowers every few years as they remain a passion of mine. In fact, I am preparing a new book featuring 150 of previously unseen flower images."
"Oh, Pops and Dad will want to get a copy, I'm sure."
"No, it would give me great pleasure to gift you a copy to encourage your interests."
"Thank you, sir. That is very generous of you."
Eduardo looked Gunnar over very carefully. He even framed him a few times with his hands. "Gunnar would you mind if I photographed you?"
"I'm sorry sir, I don't think I want to do nudes like Pops and Dad."
"Not to worry, you're too young for those kinds of photos. I was thinking costumed shots like a fireman or astronaut."
Gunnar thought a few moments, "Could I be dressed liked Adonis for one shot and Tom Sawyer in another?"
"Pietro, do we have something that we could use for those images?"
"I'm sure we can make something work, Sir."
"Put up the sign Pietro and lets all go upstairs." Pietro put up the closed sign directing patrons to ring the doorbell for the studio and followed Eduardo and Gunnar up into the studio.
The spacious studio and a wall filled with props and costumes. Eduardo showed Gunnar the private changing area and pulled the curtain closed. He then went to his staging area and started setting up lights. Pietro brough the Tom Sawyer outfit first.
Gunnar took the items and set them on the table. He stripped off his own clothes and looked at the offered pieces. He chose to wear the bib overalls and a straw hat. He pulled the curtain aside and walked over to Eduardo. "Wish I had a piece of straw to put in my teeth."
Eduardo turned and smiled broadly at the beauty before him. "We can do that beautiful boy. Pietro pull a piece of the dried wheat for Gunnar." Turning back to Gunnar he asked, "Why Tom Sawyer and Adonis?"
"Well, I am hoping you'll make 5 x 7prints of them so I can give them to my parents and grandparents. They represent my Cracker history and my Greek history."
"But what about your Swedish and Norwegian history?"
"What would you suggest, a Viking?"
"Why not? Pietro a Viking outfit please."
"Yes Sir. Gunnar, I put the Greek items on the table. There is a chiton, chlamys, sandals and a petasos. If you need help with any of them, just ask.
Gunnar was busy following Eduardo's instructions about poses in from of a white background. After about 20 minutes, Eduardo was finished. "Time for a break and a costume change. Pietro, please get Gunnar a snack and something to drink."
"Yes Sir. I have only found the wicky trousers and boots. The tunic in his size has escaped me so far."
"Check that tub from the sorority shoot last week," Castillo directed.
Gunnar had just slipped of his overalls when Pietro entered with a tray of snacks for him, "Excuse me sir," Pietro exclaimed as he turned away. He had gotten an eyeful of the teen's cock and balls.
"No problem, Pietro, I don't have anything you haven't seen before," Gunnar wrapped a robe around his body. "Thank you for bringing me the snacks. Now what do we have here?"
"Just a bottle of water, cheese wheels, and fruit bars," the assistant informed him.
"Pietro!"
"Coming Mr. Castillo." The young man turned and hurried off.
Gunnar sampled the cheeses and ate a fruit bar. He wasn't sure how to put on the Greek costumes Pietro had laid out for him. He stuck his head out of the dressing room but didn't immediately see Castillo's assistant.
On the other side of the room Eduardo was talking about the set up for the next set of pictures. He wanted to bring in a model of a ruined Greek column. Pietro whispered to him, "That lad has a column of his own Sir. From the images I've seen of his parents the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree."
"I would have expected nothing less. Both told me years ago the men in both of their families had big dicks. Much as I would like to photograph Gunnar nude, we don't dare risk it. He's underage and his parents haven't consented to his modeling. This is just for him. Go check on him now."
Pietro walked out of the camera storage area toward the dressing room. He spotted Gunnar looking for him. The teen smiled when he saw Pietro. "There you are. I think I'm going to need help figuring these things out."
"Glad to help. Let's get the sandals on first. Please have a seat in the chair." The assistant pulled up a stool and put the first golden sandal on Gunnar's right foot and laced it up the lad's calf. Then he did the left foot and calf. "Now you have some decisions to make. We can dress you like a Greek traveler with chiton, chlamys and then the hat. Or we can do the chiton alone. He held up the tunic like object. "You can cover your chest completely or you can drop it off one shoulder. You can wear the chlamys lone with nothing underneath. One side stays open, and your bare body would be exposed on that side while your private parts remain covered."
"I'm trying to emulate Adonis. The statue of him is a nude. I realize I can't be nude in a photo I'm giving my folks. Do you think Mr. Castillo would shoot separate sittings of the chiton and the chlamys?"
"Let's ask him. Eduardo, Gunnar has a question for you," Pietro called. Eduardo walked out of his storage room and over to the teen. When he got near the boy, he cocked his head to one side and waited.
"Would you be willing to shoot separate sittings of me wearing the chiton and the chlamys?"
"Of course, Gunnar. Which one first?"
Gunnar smiled, "I think the most revealing first, the chlamys."
Eduardo nodded. Pietro picked up the chlamys and held it ready to assist Gunnar in donning it. He ran the fold under the left armpit and pinned it over the right shoulder. He then placed a crown of golden grape leaves on Gunnar's head. "Perfection young man. Let's get these images captured" The pair walked over to Eduardo.
"Young man, I'm going to have to speak to your parents. You are one good looking model. Stand and lean you left elbow on the column then look up to your right." Gunnar struck the pose as Eduardo circled him giving instructions. After 10 minutes the photographer directed, "Young man please switch up positions and put your right elbow on the column." Once more Castillo circled the lad giving directions and snapping away. "Costume change Gunnar, Pietro will help you with the chiton."
Gunnar was feeling hot from the lighting. He walked past Eduardo and lifted the Chlamys off his body and walked naked back to the dressing room. Castillo turned in time to see the young man's buttocks flexing as the teen walked away from him. He was so tempted to snap a picture but didn't.
Pietro helped Gunnar into the chiton. The teenager decided to have it pinned over his right shoulder again so the left side of his chest would be visible. The crown of grape leaves was placed on his head once more and the teenager resumed his pose near the column. Eduardo circled him once more snapping away while giving the lad directions of where to look or how to stand or place his limbs.
"Break time," Eduardo announced. "One more set to go, Gunnar. Pietro, did you find that Viking tunic and the helmet?"
"Yes, but the helmet is much too large. Its going to work better as a prop behind him."
"I'll decide that. Bring him another snack tray."
"Its already in the dressing room."
Gunnar entered the dressing room and removed the chiton and the wreath of grape leaves from his head. He sat nude in the chair and undid the sandals and set everything back on the prop table.
He was standing in a pool of light from the window munching on grapes, cheese and crackers. Pietro stood in the doorway admiring the beautiful lines of the teen's body. The overall tan, the well-defined chest and abs. Then there was that huge penis and dangling balls nestled in the strawberry blond pubes. The assistant wished he could touch them, "No," he thought, "I wish I could suck them." Shaking the thoughts from his mind he entered and handed Gunnar the brown embroidered tunic.
"Thank you, Pietro. May I ask a question?"
"Of course, you may."
"Is Eduardo always so abrupt?"
"Its how he gets results, Gunnar. He doesn't want to waste time using please and thank you and other words. But at the end of each day, he always expresses his gratitude to models and staff."
"Thank you for sharing. Now I guess I should get dressed."
"Wicky pants first, sir."
Gunnar donned the dark brown pants, then the light brown tunic with heavy embroidery. He slipped on the boots. He and Pietro walked out to the stage area to see that Eduardo had changed the lighting to a soft white setting. The huge horned helmet sat upon a stump. Castillo picked it up and plopped it on Gunnar's head where it sank to his eyes. The photographer laughed and took a few shots as both the teen and his assistant chuckled.
Placing the helmet back on the stump he positioned Gunnar in various poses around the stump as he circled taking pictures. Then he had the teen recline on the ground and lean against the stump taking additional images.
"Finished!" Castillo announced. "Not bad for two hours work."
"We've been doing this for two hours?" Gunnar was amazed. It seemed to fly by." A crack of lightning was heard, and rain started hitting the windows of the studio. "Damn, guess I'm going to get wet on the walk home."
"You walked from Oak Haven?"
"No," he chuckled, "from my grandparents' house."
"I'll run you home," Eduardo said. "Perhaps we'll have lunch first. Pietro will you join us?"
"I'd be happy to sir."
"Run along and change Gunnar. I'll download these."
Gunnar went back into the dressing room and stripped from his costume. He put on his t-shirt, shorts, socks and trainers and returned to find Castillo and Pietro looking at his images on the monitor.
"Look how the light hits his skin here and the shadow there. Stunning. His parents are going to love these," Eduardo told his assistant."
"He is a handsome boy and you captured him beautifully," Pietro agreed.
"Do I get to pick the images to be used?" Gunnar interjected.
"No, that's my job," Eduardo responded. "They are still Photos by Eduardo even if I'm not marketing them. I'm thinking a four-panel frame for your fathers and doubles for your grandparents. Then there will be a full set for you."
"You are too generous, Eduardo."
"Please call me Eddie," the photographer invited.
"OK Eddie. I was going to eat at Panera. Is that, OK?"
"Panera it is. Let's go."
Gunnar enjoyed his lunch with the two men. He shared about the upcoming move. Afterward, Pietro went back to the gallery and Eddie took Gunnar to his grandparents' house. It was an adventurous day part of which he would keep as a secret from his family until the pictures arrived.