Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 07:41:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Jones <home_made_homos@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Say Cheese!"

The following is a work of fiction. All the usual disclaimers apply!

Say Cheese!

By Pete Jones

I was always told I was a handsome kid. Even from a very young age,
people admired the bright blue eyes and shiny blonde hair, both of which
I inherited from my father. I guess for that reason, I was always a bit
of a ham, doing my best to be noticed, fishing for compliments on the way
that I look. When I started going through puberty, and my body started to
change into that of a young man, I developed quite nicely. I didn't work
out or anything, but always was on the baseball and soccer teams. They
help me develop the muscles on my legs well, as well as keeping my
stomach tight.

By sixth grade, I had already had sex. I had been seduced at the age of
twelve by the older sister of a friend of mine, and she had her way with
me. I even fooled around with a couple of my guy buddies. I never
considered myself gay, I always thought of doing it with guys as a form
of "advanced masturbation". I don't think any of the other guys were gay
either, just horny and depending on their friends for relief.

One of my buddies was a kid named Kyle. He lived next door, and was a
little less than a year older than me, and always seemed to know more
sexual stuff than I ever did. We never got any further than jerking each
other off, but we sure did have fun. He was always telling me how nice my
body was, how he wished he could have a nice six-pack like me, et cetera.
I just wished I could have a bush of pubes like him- they were thick and
curly. All I had was some light blonde, soft fuzzy hairs right at the
base of the top of my shaft.

Because of him and all the compliments I had gotten all my life, it
seemed to manifest itself into my liking to show off. I guess you could
say I was a bit of an exhibitionist- going shirtless as often as
possible, wearing the cargo shorts that really accented my nice bubble
butt, always making sure I gave the neighbors a nice show whenever I did
yard work or washed the family car. And they did look- I could see
curtains being pulled back slightly, blinds being opened, and lots of
local Dads and Moms stopping frequently to say hello, admiring what a
good job I was doing... a bit too long.

The summer after seventh grade would prove to bring my exhibitionism to a
new level.

It was 1985. A particularly hot summer in Schenectady. Kyle's new
stepfather was a newspaper reporter, and worked from home. His office
occupied the spare room which was almost exactly across from mine. To see
in my bedroom window, all he had to do was look slightly to the left. I
had never really bothered to keep my blinds shut because until Kyle's
Mom had re-married, it was an unused room.

Mr. Miller was a handsome man. Tall, chiseled features, wavy brown hair,
I later found out that he was a good twelve years younger than Mrs.
Miller, making him about twenty-five. I sued to see him go running every
morning, and swim laps in their pool every night. He definitely was a
good catch for Mrs. Miller.

One evening after having a night out with my family, I went upstairs and
showered. I had a private bathroom in my room, and often came out naked,
especially on warm nights. This night offered a cool breeze, and when I
came out of the shower I crossed my room to open the window. When I did
so, I realized that Mr. Miller was working in his office, and could see
right into my room! Immediately I ducked down, but still noticed that Mr.
Miller had seen me open the window. I peeked up from under the window
sill, only to notice Mr. Miller straining to see into my room. He quickly
turned off his light so I couldn't see him. At that point his room was
completely pitch dark, and I couldn't tell if he had left, or if he was
sitting in the dark looking at me. Well, I thought to myself. If he wants
a show, I'll give him a show.

I stood up, and reached for my towel, drying myself off, I made sure to
turn my body to many different angles and positions, giving him a full
view of my nice round ass and low hanging balls. I'm not going to tell
you I had some huge dick, I was only thirteen at the time. But I was
proud of my little four-incher. It grew to about five and a half inches
when it was hard, but when it was soft like it was then, I loved the way
it looked. It hung nicely over my ball sack. The thought of what I was
doing, however, was making it harden a little. Putting my hands behind my
head, I stretched my whole body hard, giving Mr. Miller a full frontal
view of my body. Once I knew he had seen it all, if he was indeed
watching, I ended my show and put on my shorts and tee-shirt, and went
down to watch TV with my family.

About two or three days had passed, and I hadn't seen Mr. Miller at all.
Until one day when I was in our front yard trimming the hedges. He pulled
into his driveway in his green MG, got out, and fished a bag out of his
trunk. It was a camera bag, "Minolta" stitched into the side. He put the
bag on the hood of the car, took the camera out, and attached a very
elaborate-looking flash attachment to it. Holding the camera up, he
clicked off a few shots of the flowers in his front yard. That's when he
noticed I was in my yard, looking in his direction.

"Oh, hi Sammy", he said casually. Maybe he didn't see me the other
night?

"Hi Mr. Miller." I responded.

"You ming if I get a couple of shots of you trimming the hedges? I just
got this new camera and am anxious to try it out."

"Okay, just don't put me on the front page, okay?" I laughed.

"No problem," he said with a smile. He lifted the viewfinder up to his
eye.

I continued to trim the hedges, as I had been doing while he snapped
photo after photo. He moved to all different angles, getting me from both
sides, sometimes close, sometimes not so close. I was happy that I was
shirtless, and my voyeuristic instinct made me casually strike what I
thought to be very pleasing poses. The sun made the sweat on my body
glisten. I was starting to get a sexual charge from what I was doing.

After a few more shots, Mr. Miller replaced the lens cap and thanked me
for letting him take my picture. He said that he would show them to me as
soon as he developed them, and went into the house.

I quickly finished trimming the hedges and went to the back yard to lay
in the sun a bit. I laid down on the lawn chair, when I heard the sounds
of Mr. Miller swimming in his pool. I thought, maybe this would give me
the opportunity to see if he really did like looking at me. Our yards
were separated by a stockade fence, and over the years the wood had
warped some from the weather. In certain parts, you could see clearly
through the slats.

I stood up, undid my belt, and dropped my pants and shorts. Giving myself
another sharp stretch, I was suddenly very excited over the idea of being
naked in the back yard. It was private, but still... I don't think I had
ever been completely nude outdoors before.

Laying back down on the lawn chair, my cock flopped up against my
stomach. It felt good under the warmth of the sun. I could hear the
familiar sound the Millers' metal pool ladder made, clanging against the
side of the pool as someone climbed out. I reached down, and slowly
started caressing my cock. It quickly began to harden under my touch. I
ran my other hand over my stomach and chest, also reaching down to touch
and play with my balls as I always did when masturbating. I still was
unsure if he knew what was going on over here, but I was hoping Mr.
Miller was watching.

I turned over onto my side, towards the fence, and in my altered state of
masturbatory bliss, swore I heard a strange sound. I stopped for a second
and looked around, but wasn't sure what it was. When I started to jerk
off again, I heard it again. I knew that sound- what was it? I stood up,
looking around, my cock at full mast, and slowly returned to the task at
hand. When I heard it again, I realized what it was. It was the sound or
Mr. Miller's new Minolta snapping off shots. He was taking pictures of
me through the fence! I had never felt so turned on in my life! I laid
down in the grass, and continued jerking my dick. I laid with my feet
towards him, and separated my legs so that he could get a good shot of my
balls and ass. I sat up in a kneeling position and leaned back, letting
my cock point straight up into the air. I stood up and ran my hands all
over my body, feeling my smooth hairless chest, using both hands to jerk
my cock a times. I turned around and bent over, showing off my ass. Click
click click, I could hear Mr. Miller snapping off shot after shot.

I turned back around to give him the money show of me dumping a big wad
of semen, when I heard the unmistakable sound of my Dad's diesel Peugeot
pulling into the driveway. I quickly pulled on my shorts and ran into the
house before Dad could get in. Once reaching my room, I laid down on the
bed and started laughing. I couldn't believe what I was just doing! I
was letting this guy take pictures of me naked, as I jerked off! And it
felt so dirty, so wrong to be doing. And it turned me on so much. I
jerked off thinking about it and shot a huge load all over my chest in
about twenty seconds.

The following day I was out watering the lawn at about the same time of
day I was out yesterday. Once again, Mr. Miller's green MG pulled into
his driveway. He definitely noticed me this time. I was shirtless, of
course, and wearing my yellow soccer shorts. I decided not to wear
underwear today for some reason.

"How ya doing, Sammy?" He called to me.

"Good. How are you?" I responded.

"I'm well, thank you."

"How did those pictures come out?"

"Pictures?" He said, with a bit of a tremble in his voice. Then he
remembered the shots he took of me when I was trimming the hedges. "Oh
yeah, they came out very well. Would you like to come down to the
darkroom and see them?"

Hell yes, I did, I thought! But I have to be cool. "Yea, I guess." I
dropped the hose and followed him into the house, and down into the
basement darkroom he had built.

"Cool," I said as I admired all the equipment. He had three different
enlargers, a counter with all the chemical trays, and rows of wire strung
to hang the shots that were drying. He looked at the photos that were
hanging, and retrieved the ones of me. Bringing them over to me, he stood
next to me and showed them one by one.

"See the composition of this one, how the trunk of the tree frames the
shot? And this one that shows the different colors of the flowers in the
foreground?" He paused. "You're so handsome, you make a great subject."

"Yeah, I bet," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that you said, Sammy?"

"Oh- these are great. I like them." I took a deep breath. "What about the
other ones?"

Mr. Miller looked at me, perplexed. "Other ones?", he said, quizzically.

"The ones where I was in the back yard? That you took thought the fence?"

He smiled at me crookedly. "I thought you knew I was there." He dropped
the photos on the counter, and went over to his filing cabinet. Out of
the back of the top drawer, he pulled a large red envelope. Undoing the
clasp, he smiled at me again, and handed them to me.

I looked through the eight-by-ten photos he had taken. They were
incredibly well-done. I couldn't believe how well they had come out,
considering they were taken through a fence. I also couldn't believe how
many there were, probably three dozen or so. There were shots of me in
all the different positions I had done, some close- ups of different body
parts, mostly focusing on my hard dick. I loved the way it looked bigger
than it really was from certain angles. I was starting to pitch a tent in
my shorts.

That's when I heard the familiar click of his camera. He had retrieved
it from the other room while I was looking at my photos and started
snapping off pictures of me looking at them! I acted coy at first, and
smiled shyly at him. Then I sat up on the counter, and started rubbing my
cock through my shorts looking at my pictures. I put one foot up on the
counter next to me and leaned down on my elbow, allowing my shorts to
slide up my leg. Mt cock tip peeked out, and I played with it. It was
already moist from precum. I lifted up my ass and pulled them off.
Tossing them to the floor, I felt like I was the most handsome boy in the
world, being lavished with attention and affection from this older man.
He wordlessly worked his way around me, getting different shots. I
started stroking my cock, still looking at the pics, but definitely
getting more excited from the situation rather than the photos.

I got up on my knees and pressed my body against the wall behind me. I
knew this angle would make my ass look most pleasing, as I had looked at
it myself in the mirror many times this way. I reached behind me, and
pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my little pink hole. My cock was hard as
a rock, and with my body against the wall, was now pointing straight down
towards the counter. Mr. Miller got close up to it and snapped several
shots.

Turning around, I sat with my legs hanging off the counter. Looking down
at my dick pointing up at me, I began to laugh in excitement, and looked
up at the ceiling, pretending to whistle, to give him shots that looked
like I was just a sweet boy. Casually sitting on a counter with a
stiffie.

I couldn't take it much longer, my cock was so stiff that it began to
hurt. I spat on my hand and started slowly stroking my prick. I laid down
flat on my back, and Mr. Miller stood up on a chair and began to
photograph me from above. Looking up at him, directly into the camera, I
decided it was time to give him the shot he wanted. I pulled down on my
balls, and tilted my head back. My dick grew, and I shot out the first
stream of cum so hard that it not only coated my chest and stomach, but
some of it also landed on my face. I could feel the hot semen on my
cheeks and lips. I continued to shoot stream after stream of cum, all
over myself, my face, my chest, my stomach, the wall behind me.

When I was completely spent. I looked up at the camera. Mr. Miller leaned
in to get a shot of my face covered with sperm. I stuck out my tongue and
licked off the jizz that had coated my lips. I had tasted it before, but
this time it seemed so much hotter.

"Very nice, Sammy!", said Mr. Miller. "These will definitely come out
pretty well." He got down off the chair and handed me a towel. As I dried
myself off, he took off his camera and started rewinding the film.

"I have some friends," Mr. Miller explained. "I'll develop these this
weekend, and we'll have a little fun checking them out, ok?."

"Really!?", I said. The thought of us checking out all these pictures
really turned me on. "Cool!" I pulled on my shorts. After I promised Mr.
Miller I wouldn't tell anyone about this, he hugged me and I went home.

I never posed again, but replayed this scene in my head many times after,
usually while jerking off.


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