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Subject: Father-Son Photoshoot Disclaimer–this story is based on a readers account of his experiences. Father – Son Photoshoot Recently I was surfing the net and stumbled across something that stopped me in my tracks. But first I’ll tell you a little about me. My name is Mike and I’m slim built, 170 pounds, dark brown hair and 5’10. I have a son, Logan who is finishing college. And I’m divorced. I’ve known that I was bi since high school but I followed the traditional path as everyone expected but after my son left for college I realized I needed to be honest with myself. But back to the story… A few days ago I was surfing gay porn and looking at several sites with super young looking twinks. If you’re reading this you know the ones I’m talking about. But while I was on one site a pop up appeared that had a link to another site titled “Dads and Sons Exposed.” I admit the title got me worked up but what really caught my eye is a photo that eerily looked like me and my son several years earlier. The photo was cropped so that all you could see was bellybuttons up to the jawlines of what appeared to be a man and a boy sitting by a pool. I never saw that photo before but I imagined it over and over again during jackoff sessions. Why did I remember that shot? Well, that story begins when Logan and I attended Dukefest In Nashville nearly 14 years ago when Logan was 12. I’ve always been close to Logan. Primarily because he was my son and there’s a certain bond dads and sons have. At the time we attended Dukefest, Logan was slim and had messy brown hair. He had cute dimples and big brown eyes. It wasn’t uncommon for people we met–men and women–to comment on how pretty they thought Logan was. As I said, I like Twink boys. Of course I never would do anything sexual with Logan, but I admit he was pretty in a boy sort of way. And I suspected Logan knew he was attractive. He preferred to wear tight clothing, often opting to wear old cutoff jeans shorts, slim fit t-shirts or no shirt at all. He was also into biking and begged me to buy him some tight spandex shorts. When Logan was 9, I encouraged him to join the local swim team. He got super excited about the idea of wearing a speedo. And I admit his being on the team gave me an excuse to watch him and his teammates in their tiny little speedos. At meets watching all the skinny little body’s glistening with water shuffling around was quite the site. Logan and I were close, no doubt about it. Which is why a father-son trip to Dukefest seemed perfectly natural. And I know my wife…ex-wife…appreciated a few days by herself. But I digress. On the first day of Dukefest, I wanted to show Logan music row, which was just a short walk from our hotel. It was pretty hot so Logan wore some really old cutoff jean shorts and an orange T-shirt. The shorts were a bit small and hugged his little ass. On his feet he wore an old pair of well worn vans without socks. Being close as we were, it was natural for us to hold hands as we wandered through the streets. We were a very affectionate family so it was also not out of the ordinary for me to give Logan a gentle kiss as I handed him a $20 so he could buy us şişli travesti some food from a food truck we passed. As the day went on I got this sneaky suspicion that someone was following us. Every now and then I would look over my shoulder and see the same guy snapping a photo in our direction. A little creepy but I shrugged it off as coincidence. By 4pm Logan and I were both tired and famished from all the walking and the heat. As we headed back to the hotel Logan started to get excited about the idea of swimming in the hotel pool. I admit the idea got me excited too because the only swimsuits I packed were the blue speedo he wore on the swim team last year and a newer orange speedo. Just as we neared the hotel, a guy approached us. It was the same fellow who I thought was following us earlier. He introduced himself as John, and said he was a photographer and video producer for a local media company. John said that he was hired by the Nashville tourism bureau to create a series of photo layouts and short videos that would promote the city as family friendly. And he went on to say that he took the liberty of capturing several shots of Logan and me throughout the day and thought we would be the ideal subjects for the piece. But he said he needed a few more shots and some video in order for him to find the perfect content. He went on to say he thought we could get the job done in two hours and would pay us $3000 each for the time. Still a little unsure myself, Logan piped up all excitedly and begged me to agree to work with the guy. After asking a few more questions about who will have the rights to the photos and where they will be published I agreed. Just then Logan piped up and said we were planning to head to the pool and thought John could get some shots there. John agreed it would be nice to feature is enjoying one of Nashville’s premier hotels. With that we shook hands and agreed to meet up in a half hour. Logan and I then headed to the room where we thought we should both take showers and wash our hair. We wanted to look good for the camera after all. As I finished and stepped out of the shower, Logan’s slim naked body scooted last me. Of course Logan didn’t have much body hair but because of being on the swim team he was used to shaving his legs. When Logan finished showering we both put our suits on. Logan didn’t even complain about the fact his was at least a size too small. I watched as he stuck his feet in the leg holes and slid them up his smooth legs. Then at his request, I helped him with the drawstring and straightening the suit on his hips. As we left the room I followed behind Logan and couldn’t resist admiring his cute ass as he shuffled barefoot ahead of me with a towel slung over his shoulder. When we arrived at the pool, John was there already and had set up his camera at the far end of the deck area. He waved for us to join him where he had saved two lounge chairs. We were the only ones there. The afternoon sun was still hot and John suggested that Logan should lie down on his tummy while I rubbed suntan oil all over him. John was pretty specific about how I should start at his shoulders, and work myself beylikdüzü travesti slowly down to the waist of his speedo. When I got there John suggested I lower the speedo a little and make sure I work the oil all over. I could hear the camera clicking the whole time. Once Logan’s back and ass was thoroughly oiled, John suggested I take plenty of time working the oil into each leg. When I got to Logan’s feet John told him to roll over onto his back so I could run oil all over his front side. With Logan’s arms resting at his sides, I started rubbing oil into his smooth skin starting at his shoulders, then to his tummy and the area where his hip bones could be seen. By now Logan’s eyes were closed and his mouth open slightly as if in a trance. As I rubbed oil around his lower tummy and down onto his legs I noticed he had sprung a hardon. John noticed it too and kept snapping shots. After I finished covering Logan in the shiny oil, John suggested we head to the edge of the pool. As we passed barefoot toward the water John was on his knees apparently capturing video of our bare feet. Once in the water, John just asked us to horse around. Like tossing Logan up as he stretched his limbs before hitting the water. When Logan climbed up onto my shoulders I could feel his hardon pressing against the back of my neck. I could even feel it pulsing at one point and wondered if he just had a dry orgasm. We continued playing in the water for about half an hour. When the sun started setting we got out of the water and headed back to our lounge chairs where I wrapped a towel around Logan’s shoulders and positioned him between my legs. We relaxed like that for a few minutes as John continued to film us. I could tell Logan was whipped because he kept nodding off his hands just resting on my legs. And again John kept snapping pics. As the sun began to set John suggested that we call it a night. He handed me an envelope filled with cash. It was then that he said there was another gig he was hired for that needed photos and videos of a father and son and the hotel pool would be a great backdrop. He said there was another $2000 for each of us if we could give him 2 hours in the afternoon. I figured we would be ready for some rest by the afternoon and some extra cash for Logan’s college fund would be nice. So I agreed. The next day, Logan and I enjoyed Dukefest but I admit the photo shoot was in my mind. I had no idea what to expect and the mystery and anticipation was intoxicating. Today Logan was wearing the same cutoff shorts but on top wore a loose white tshirt with the arms and part of the sides cut off so that as he walked or moved you could see right through to his smooth and slightly concave chest. We returned to the hotel at 3pm, changed into our swimsuits and met John by the pool. The three of us were the only ones there. Being summer and Nashville, most people didn’t go to the pool until sunset. For our second day of filming, Logan wore his orange speedo. And the time in the sun for the last couple days had given him a nice tan. John then admitted that this shoot was for a special client who admired fathers and sons and the special istanbul travesti bond that exists. He went on to disclose that he liked how we held hands and openly showed affection and thought we could make the exact type of shots and videos that his client would pay a lot of money for. While my body language must have shown some discomfort, it quickly faded as Logan grabbed my hand and said, “come on dad, this could be fun.” Obviously Logan was comfortable with whatever John had in mind so why should I refuse? For the first scene, John gave us both large slurpees (frozen drinks) and positioned us one of the umbrella tables sort of side by side. He continually switched from video to photos and have us instructions the whole time. First we were to look into each other’s eyes as we sipped on our drinks. And under the table our bare feet were supposed to touch. I remember that scene in my head all the time–me sitting close to tanned speedo-clad Logan with his shoulder blades showing as he hunched over to sip his drink. For the second scene John wanted to recreate the suntan oil scene however he wanted Logan to stay on his tummy and for me to focus only on his lower back and upper thighs. I could hear the camera clicking as I kneeded the oil into his skin. John suggested we take a break before the third scene. After a few minutes he said he wanted to start and that we should spend a few minutes playing and splashing in the pool. After about 10 minutes John said we should go the edge of the shallow end of the pool. He had Logan hop onto the edge while I stayed in the water. Then he told Logan to rest his hands at his sides while I gently massaged his arms, shoulders and legs. After a few minutes John said he wanted us to kiss. Like we’ve done a million times before, we both leaned in for a light kiss. Of course kissing Logan while wet and wearing a speedo was new for me and I’ll never forget that. But what shocked me was that Logan didn’t want to stop and continued into what I would consider a make out session. The taste of his tongue, the way he chewed at my lip, and the occasional gaze into my eyes was a whole new level. Johns camera stopped clicking and I could see he was just staring at us mesmerized by what he was watching. I could see a lump forming in his pants and imagined what he was thinking. John then yelled cut and said he thought he had enough. Logan stood up and I exited the pool, glancing around to make sure no one saw us. As we toweled off, John handed me another envelope full of cash. Logan and I returned to our room to change and then head out for dinner. We would eventually save a lot of the money John paid us but we did buy a lot of souvenirs and ate some good meals at some of Nashville’s best restaurants. We never told my wife about the photo shoots but the experience did make Logan and I closer than ever. Like a shared secret does. Now, several years later, I am recalling the experience as I click onto this website. I had never seen copies of the photos or videos John had captured during the photo shoots. I’d have to subscribe to the website to get full access but the thumbnails and the video trailer were amazingly erotic. The trailer started with clips of me and Logan at the pool, me rubbing suntan oil all over his slim speedo covered body and then fades to us making out at the pool edge. So many images popped into my head as a fumbled to get my credit card.

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