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My uncle and his photo studio

Early days

As a kid of about six or so I would often spend from early June to late September at my uncle's place. He was a lifetime nudist, and was usually completely nude around the house unless there were textile visitors for some reason or other. Although less regularly nude, my mother was relaxed about nudity in our home so I found it perfectly natural to be naked with her and with my uncle, although with my uncle the nudity was almost completely full time.

He had a large house with a walled garden and pool, as well as a well equipped photo studio with, attached office, dressing rooms and showers etc. I felt comfortable there as a kid and he had lots of interesting books and pictures so I was very happy to be there during the day when he was often working.

Among the commercial photo work my uncle did, was a regular contract with a major department store chain, and each year he would do photos for their catalogue, of all the new season male clothing, ranging from young boys to adult males. He had a number of male models he used but from six or so he would use me as his model for that age range, whatever it happened to be, and would ensure my mum received modelling fees for her to put into my account. Given me and my mum were far less well off than he was a it provided a significant income for us both.

On a typical day, my uncle might be in the studio taking shots from 9am with a break for lunch until four or five pm. His models were almost invariably male. Sometimes he left the door to the studio area open when I knew I was free to wander in and watch and sometimes it was locked, and I knew he was having a private session.

I enjoyed posing for him, it was easy and quick with a stack of new season clothing to be put on, checked, and snapped before moving to the next item. I was entirely comfortable being nude in front of him, and he with me. He'd usually do the shoots nude, since working under the lights was very warm work, and I'd be pretty much the same, wearing shirts while he did shots of me down to the waist, and shots of my lower legs when I was modelling the new seasons socks. Shirts, sweaters, shorts, vests and underpants as well as socks were all quickly snapped for the new season catalogue. Most of the clothing apart from outer wear was not returnable so I was also able to take my pick of what I modelled, which again helped out my mum's meagre income.

Whatever happened during the week, whatever my uncle's photo work involved, he took a break every two weeks on a Friday, and at 4.30 sharp on that Friday afternoon, a masseur friend of his would set up his massage table in the studio dressing room area, and give my uncle a massage. It was somewhat of a ritual. I'd sometimes be sitting nearby reading, or looking at my uncle's photo books. The masseur he had known since they were both teens, and of course was also nudist, and massaged my uncle nude and undraped. After the massage finished, an hour or so usually, the masseur would stay for a cup of tea and a chat and usually then packed up his kit and returned home.

As nudist males of almost any age know, there are times when the penis becomes aroused and erect. At that age I had often woken with a very firm and stiff penis, despite its diminutive size. At times I noticed my uncle's penis looked longer and thicker than normal, and sometimes it would be very thick, stiff and red, and point upwards. At that age neither I nor he would remark on it, despite the fact that each of us did notice when it happened to ourselves or each other.

During the massages, which sometimes I would watch in detail, sometimes just observe occasionally as I read or drew, I noticed that they always took the same form. First my uncle face down, massaged from head to toe, they he'd lie face up, and then he'd be massaged from his toes to his thighs, and then from the chest down. Almost like clockwork, at a particular point in the massage my uncle would tell me it was time to make the tea for us all and I would leave them to it for ten to fifteen minutes before returning with the tray of mugs, biscuits and the teapot etc.

Over the weeks I gradually began to become aware that my uncle's penis, and that of the masseur, always seemed redder and fleshier when I returned with the tea, and sometimes I could see moisture at the tip of sometimes both of their penises, sometimes just one of them. They both seemed to be in a very open and relaxed mood on my return, and after the tea, they would often shower together before the masseur packed his table and left.

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