When I was 15, I got a digital camera.  It was a nice one (thanks granny) with a 3x optical zoom.  I had a decent computer to touch the images up on too.  My uncle teaches graphics so I get good pointers from him.

My story is kind of tame compared to the stuff I've been reading here -- but I wanted to tell it because it's totally g0y.  See, the very 1st picture I snapped 'free-lance' with my camera was that of 2 guys on the varsity football team sharing a kiss.  I knew them both & never would have pegged them as a couple in a zillion years.

I was into guys myself -- but totally in the closet because of the stigmas around "queers'.  No matter how much "tolerance" talk I heard, there seemed something unnatural about the guys in the "gay club'.  When I saw Matt & Jason have that kiss through my viewfinder, it was like striking gold.  Each of these guys was so totally "un-gay" that I must have looked at the image 1000 times at various angles & resolutions trying to figure out what they were "really" doing. 

About 2 weeks after taking the photo, I printed 2 off & decided to give them each one & either become a trusted friend on the inner circle - or disappear without a trace.  Matt & Jase spent lots of time at Matt's place after practice & Matt only lived a couple of blocks away -- so I decided to catch them both privately there.  On a Friday night, I took a walk through the autumn dim light on an old path that came out behind Matt's. 

There was a hammock hung between two maple trees a ways down the trail - out of view of the main house.  As I approached it, I could see it was occupied, & as I got closer, I could hear slow deep sleepy breathing.  As I came up close, on it were Matt (on his back) & Jase (face down on Matt - a little off to one side).  Both were shirtless & barefoot - each wearing a faded pair of Levi 550's.  They were snuggled up together - as comfortable as two guys could be in each other's arms w. feet entwined - sleeping.  The wind gently blew through the trees causing the leaves to rustle occasionally & a few to endlessly rain down as the trees gave up their grip on them - surrendering them to the fall ground.  The brightest stars were already visible overhead. A football playbook was on the ground under the hammock.  Something about the scene was totally beautiful & totally "male-romantic" - to coin a term.

I had my camera with me.  I took 3 shots of them -- each time thinking that the flash was gonna wake them & spell my doom.  It didn't.  I left the 2 copies of the original print there in an envelope with a note that read: "I respect you guys so much that I'd never do anything to hurt you or betray your trust.  I took this picture by accident.  It was the most awesome image of 2 friends I've ever seen, & I thought you'd want a copy for your personal memories." - signed: Your Friend,  S.

That next Monday in school, I could see that Matt & Jase were anxious by the way they acted.  I decided to give things a few days.  By Friday, I guess they figured they were safe from wild rumors because they seemed calmer.  That evening, I walked back over to Matt's place again.  As I got closer, I could see that the hammock was occupied again.  Because the foot of the hammock is in line with the path, I stayed out of their line of sight by making sure the big maple tree trunk was between them & the path.  Eventually, I was on one side of the tree, -- & them on the other on the hammock. 

Scootching down, I could see around the tree trunk & immediately noticed a pile of clothes on the ground.  Looking up toward the foot of the hammock, I could make out 4 bare feet - 2  pointed skyward & the other two (inside the perimeter of the first) pointed downward.  They were slowly rubbing soles & toes.  The two guys were under a blanket - face to face & enjoying each other so slowly it made every porn movie I'd ever seen look dull in comparison.  These guys weren't having a phuck; -- they were making love to each other with such tenderness & care that I imagine even the landscape around them knew something wonderful & maybe even sacred was going on.

For over 20 minutes, I listened to the slow movements of palms across skin & limbs moving slowly on limbs.  Deep subdued & gentle vocalizations would occasionally find their way out of the throat of one - usually followed by a companion groan or soft moan from the other followed by the sounds of a gentle kiss or two.  They gradually rolled over completely changing positions as their toes slow rubbed each other's feet - occasionally curling or spreading - I suppose whenever one of them was having a dick throb. 

Eventually, their soft groans & sighs became more frequent until Jase whispered. "Dude .. I'm gonna shoot...' & Matt wrapped his feet in around Jase's & in an assuring tone said, "Let it flow bro ... I'm with ya..."  A few seconds later both pairs of toes curled in hard & pointed as frantic gasps & subdued moans signaled the eruptions taking place between them under the blanket.  I dumped my nutt just hearing them lose theirs.  Whatever these two guys had -- I wanted to have with someone I loved too.

I waited behind the tree - trying to quietly catch my breath from the result of just exploding in my pants.  They were still occasionally gently kissing on each other. 

"You know what I love about you?', Jase whispered to Matt.

"What?", Matt asked.

"I like the way all the veins under your skin stick out as your bod stiffens.  Especially on your neck & face..."

"Really? I think that happens because my stomach gets so tight as my balls get that full feeling.  Then I shoot so hard that I can hit walls & stuff over my head.  I just can't breathe though.  I used to pass out all the time jacking - sometimes didn't wake up for hours or even morning!  It was like: 'WTF!' ... I was jacking & now it's morning...."

Jase was quietly laughing as Matt explained this anomality. 

"Know what I love about you, bro?", Matt whispered.  He went on, "The way your horse-cock dumps a river of hot, runny cumm every time I'm with ya.  What, do you - save it all up for me?"

"You know it buddy...", Jase joked.  "Just call me 'Viagra Falls'!"  At that comment both guys busted out laughing; & I almost had an eyeball pop out of my head trying not to laugh.

"Hey Matt ... do you think we'll ever figure out who snapped that picture?', Jase asked.  I was all ears.

"Dunno.  Hope so.  Maybe they'll take some more.  We're a hot couple, bro!", Matt answered.

"Yeah ... it's strange: Seeing it & thinking to myself: 'Damn! That's fine!', & then realizing that it's us..."

"As long as the fags at school don't get wind of it.", Matt worried out loud.  "I luv ya better than my own dick, bro -- but arse phuck'n is not what I'm about..."

"High five to that, man!', Jase replied.  Suddenly, it dawned on me why I didn't relate to the 'gay male' community.  It's because I felt the same way that Matt & Jase did about arse-sex: DISGUSTED!  These two guys had made love face to face - evidenced by their feet pointed in opposite directions while coupled with each other.  If they'd done the butt-nasty, I would have been disgusted with the view.  Neither played the 'bitch'.  Both kept his composure as a man - totally respectful, too.  Wow!  What a revelation!

A week later, I took my walk along the path.  Matt & Jase were sitting on the hammock & welcomed me as I approached.  I asked them if they knew any good photographers.  They looked at each other & then laughed.  We became great friends from that day on. 

During Christmas vacation, they introduced me to Matt's step brother - Cody.  Cody was a hot-headed tri-athlete who was my age & had a body that could be in pictures (which was good - seeing that I had a nice camera)....

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