I parked the car, grabbed my backpack out of the trunk, and jogged along the trail, intent on finding the perpetrator. I included the 8X10 photos that I’d printed to make sure I could easily find the location to begin my search. I had no idea what I was going to do if I discovered who was spying on us. Maybe I could make a deal with him/her to buy the film or films. More than likely, the photographer was a long way off by now, but I thought it was worthwhile to have a look around.
I reached the clearing near the lake, compared the photos to the trees at the edge of the forest, and determined the exact spot. The underbrush was pretty dense at the entrance, but after a short time, I found a trail of sorts. I followed it, scanning in all directions, not sure what I was getting myself into.
Off to the right, something caught my eye. As I got closer, I discovered a lean-to shelter made out of logs and covered with interwoven fir branches. It was quite an elaborate structure. Someone had definitely put a lot of effort into it, and knew what they were doing to make it a secure and spacious dwelling.
“Anyone home?” I asked, approaching a plastic cover that I assumed was the entrance.
Hearing nothing, I pulled back the flap and had a look inside. It was dimly lit, but I saw some household items: a table and two chairs, a few cooking utensils, some packages, cans of food, various articles of clothing, as well as some photographs taped to the walls. I was replacing the flap when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I whirled around and saw a heavily bearded, bare-chested guy wearing fatigue shorts. He stepped back, and pulled out a large knife from one of the many pockets in his shorts, and pointed it at me.
“You better have a damn good reason for being here, or you’re going to regret it!” he threatened me.
“I’m really sorry, man. I shouldn’t have invaded your space,” I stammered, spreading out my arms and lowering them in an attempt to calm the situation.
I went on to explain the reason why I was there, even using the phrase ‘your woods’ in an attempt to appease him.
He stood there for a while, taking in what I said, still pointing the knife at me, then put it away.
“Yeah, that seems reasonable. I’ve been robbed a few times, so I don’t like strangers lurking about. That’s why I live out here, to get away from all the fucking idiots.”
I questioned him a bit more, and he eventually admitted that he was the guy with the camera.
“So how is it that you’re so lucky to have a couple of horny teenagers jumping all over you? They look about sixteen, right?”
“It just sort of happened, and now I’m along for the ride. I know that I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t stop myself,” I confessed.
“I’ve got lots of photos of skinny-dipping nudes at the lake and one couple that fucked near where you were, but I couldn’t believe what you guys did yesterday. I filled up three rolls of film! I got some close-ups too with my 600 mm lens.”
“What are you planning to do with the pictures?” I said, ready to offer him payment.
“I want to keep them for my own enjoyment. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
Somehow I believed him. He seemed like a fairly decent guy, now that he wasn’t brandishing a knife!
“But there’s one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“They won’t develop and print my photos anymore at the lab. They have a zero tolerance for nudes and especially people having sex.”
“How many rolls do you have?”
“About twenty.”
I did a mental calculation: over seven hundred images! I was curious to know what he had in his films of us, but also what else he had taken.
“Are all of these nudes or people having sex?” I just had to know this.
“I love taking nature shots as well … birds, clouds, sunsets etc. I’d say over half of them are naked men and women, mostly twenty- and thirty-something with a higher percentage of women. As mentioned, one couple getting it on. They started with her sucking him, and then he fucked her from behind. And of course, you and the girls.”
We talked for quite a while, and Brad opened up to me about the tough life he’d had since his action in the military left him with a bad case of PTSD. For the past six or so years, he’d drifted from town to town, never being able to keep a job. There were several failed relationships along the way. A few months ago, he had found this location that met his needs – living off the grid but not too far away from civilization.
“Taking pictures has really been a help. It’s given me a focus, so to speak,” he said, smiling for the first time since we met.
“I didn’t see any cameras or lenses when I peeked into your place?”
“I got ripped off once, so I keep them buried in a waterproof box out back. I’ll show them to you. If you like?”
We spent the next half hour looking at his equipment, which was extensive: a couple of camera bodies, numerous lenses, filters, and boxes of film. We definitely had a similar passion for photography. I was really warming to this guy! I kept my darkroom secret from him, not sure if it was a good idea to mention it. But when I was pretty sure that he wasn’t a psycho, I asked him if he wanted to come over sometime and process his films.
“Sure, I’d love that. Anytime works for me. It’s not like I’ve got a busy schedule!”
I thought about my wife. She would likely have some questions about how we met, but I was reasonably confident that he wouldn’t spill the beans about me messing around with the girls. Once again, I was on thin ice, but my libido ruled my actions! I gave him our address and arranged for him to come to the house the next morning.
…
As my wife headed out the door, I let her know about Brad coming over. I didn’t give her any details other than that he was a guy that I met who needed some darkroom assistance.
“That’s nice, dear. I’ll see you around five.” She was late for work, and didn’t have time to question me about him.
Just before she got into her car, she called back to me. “Oh, and by the way, Sarah will be showing up this afternoon. She had another fight with her brother, so she’s back with us again. Bye.”
I was instantly horny, thinking about her lips wrapped around my cock and maybe fucking her if we had time before Jenn returned.
I went down to the darkroom and mixed my chemicals to be ready for Brad’s arrival. At around 10 am, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and he came inside carrying a bag that I assumed contained his films. He set them down on the kitchen table.
“I’m not very organized with my films, but I’ve marked four of them, one of the couple fucking and another three with you and the girls. I’d like to start with those first if that’s okay.”
“Fine with me. I was going to suggest that!”
“Oh, before we start, can I ask a big favour? I’d really like to have a shower. Other than swimming in the lake, I haven’t been keeping that clean lately.”
“That’s fine with me. Down the hall and on your left. There are towels in the closet. I’ll go downstairs and start processing your films.”
About half an hour later, I was taking down the films that I had pinned on a string to dry when he walked in. For the first time, I had a good look at him. He was actually quite good-looking, a bit taller than me, and in good shape. There was something different about him.
“I found some scissors and trimmed my beard. I hope that’s okay.”
“No problem. I was just about to make contact prints of your films, and then we can select a few to blow up.”
“I’ve always wanted to do that myself. Thanks again for being so kind and inviting me over here.”
After I printed the three contacts of the girls and me, we took turns using a magnifying glass to decide which ones to enlarge. Although there were many good candidates, we narrowed it down to five of them, at least for now. Like Abby, he was very excited when the images started to appear in the developer solution. It was getting close to noon when we had the five printed and dried.
“I’m not sure which one I like best, but I think my favourite has to be the close-up of the two girls licking your cock at the same time. You have a great cock, by the way!”
“Thanks,” I said, having a momentary thought about what he might look like naked.
I invited him for lunch, and we were sitting down in the dining room eating sandwiches when Sarah walked in. She had on her usual provocative clothing: tank-top and short shorts.
“Who’s your friend?” she said, surveying Brad. “He’s kind of cute, in a rough sort of way.”
“Brad, this is my cousin Sarah.”
“Cousin, eh,” he said, looking at me with a wry smile. “I’ll return the compliment. You’re kind of cute too.”
“Thanks. So what have you guys been up to today?”
I thought about lying, but then decided to fill her in on the details.
“So you were spying on us and saw everything we did?”
“Yup, and I took lots of pictures too.”
He handed her the five prints and she spent a long time looking at them.
“Wow, these are great. Jason, can you print some for me too.”
“Sure, and I have the ones I took that you can look over as well.”
“So, Brad, you’ve seen both of us naked. I think it’s only fair that you strip down and show us what you’ve got. And maybe we should take some pics of you. Get your camera, Jason.”
He gave me a quizzical look and seemed at a loss for words. This had taken a turn that he wasn’t expecting.
“C’mon, don’t be shy. Let me help you.”
I ran to get my camera.
She went up to him and undid the clasp on his shorts. He didn’t offer any resistance as she pulled down the zipper. She tugged downward on his shorts and they fell to the floor.
“Aha, I see that you’re enjoying this,” she said, staring at the erection in his underwear.
I got back just in time to get a shot of the reveal when she tugged down and his cock popped out.
“Very nice. You’re not as long as Jason, but definitely thicker.”
I kept shooting as she reached out and started stroking it.
“That feels great. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman, well, even longer since a girl touched me.”
He pulled off his t-shirt and was now totally naked. I thought I was muscular, but he was much more developed, and I felt a twitch in my cock as I continued to watch them.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” ordered Sarah, leading the way.
We got there, and Sarah immediately took off all her clothes and motioned for Brad to lie down on the bed.
“Do you like seeing me naked in real life, Brad?”
She rubbed her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other, as Brad automatically started to play with his dick.
“Oh yeah, you are so fucking beautiful!”
I was a spectator as the action unfolded, watching but occasionally raising my camera to record the event. I was also thinking that I’d like to join them. Sarah must have sensed this.
“Jason, put the camera down and take off your clothes. I want to compare you guys.”
Brad and I were putty in her hands, agreeable to whatever she asked us to do. I quickly took everything off and stood at the edge of the bed. I noticed that Brad was checking out my raging hard-on.
“Lie down on the bed beside him. Move over a bit.”
I complied, and then she kneeled between us and scanned our bodies.
“I love seeing both of you naked. It’s hard, and I mean hard, to know where to start! Well, I suppose it’s obvious,” she said, reaching out and grabbing our cocks.
She stroked us for a bit, then stopped.
“I have an idea. I saw this in one of my dad’s movies. I want you to touch each other’s cocks.”
I looked at Brad, and his expression showed reluctance.
“It will turn me on so much if you do it,” Sarah said in a sexy voice.
“Ever done this before?” I asked.
“Nope, but I’ve often thought about it,” Brad said, reaching over and tentatively wrapping his fingers around my cock.
“Your turn, Jason.”
Under Sarah’s spell, I grabbed his cock and gently stroked it.
“Yeah, that’s great. Hold it,” Sarah said, clicking the shutter release.
She put down the camera. “Okay, who would like to taste my pussy?”
We both nodded as we continued to stroke each other.
“I choose Brad, as it’s been a much longer time for him.”
She moved over, straddled his face, and eased down on his mouth. He started to lick her, as she moved around to direct his tongue.
“That feels great … a little harder. Jason, I want you to get between Brad’s legs and suck his cock.”
“Are you okay with that, Brad?”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, between slurps.
I didn’t hesitate, as I was very curious to see how it would feel in my mouth. I lay down on the bed, near his cock, and took a few moments to inspect it. Straighter and definitely thicker than mine. I got closer and inhaled the musky smell, then started sucking the tip. He tensed up and let out a moan, softer, and at a lower pitch than Sarah, who was quite loud as he continued to lick her.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Jason. Don’t stop!”
I sucked him deeper and gradually quickened the pace. Suddenly, I felt this surge of hot liquid in my mouth. Oh my god, he’s cumming! He continued to spurt, and I swallowed some while the rest dripped out and down his cock.
“Sorry I didn’t warn you, man,” he apologized, as he continued to lap away at her cunt.
I backed away and watched the last few drops emerge from his still very hard cock.
“Okay guys, time to switch places. Wait a minute. I have a better idea. Brad, you’re still hard and I want to feel it inside me.”
She shifted herself above his cock, grabbed it and guided it into her wet, saliva-soaked pussy.
“Brad, I want to see you sucking Jason while I ride you.”
I moved alongside his head. He turned towards me, opened up, and I inserted my cock into his mouth. I pushed in and out. I only had about half of it in when he started to gag. After a while, he got used to it, and I had most of it down his throat. Unlike him, I wanted this to last, so I eased up when I felt myself close to cumming. I lifted my right leg over his body, in a better position to fuck his mouth, while Sarah continued to jump up and down on his dick, like a wild cowgirl.
I felt it was only fitting to not give him advance warning when I started to cum. He choked a bit as I shot several bursts into his mouth and down his throat, but I didn’t stop pumping into him until the last drops emerged. Tit for tat!
I rolled off of him and watched until he let out a yell and came inside Sarah. I sure hope she’s on the pill! I thought. She thrashed a bit more, then shrieked as she climaxed.
We cleaned up, got dressed, and went outside to the back deck. I took out a couple of beers from the fridge and handed one to Brad. Sarah headed out the door. She had arranged to spend the night at Abby’s.
“Well, we didn’t get too much accomplished in the darkroom today.”
“I’m not complaining,” Brad said, taking a long pull on his beer.
I looked at my watch. An hour until Jenn was home.
“Hey Brad, do you want to stay for supper and meet my wife?”
“Yeah, I would love that!”