Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2003 03:53:49 -0000
From: Gadfly <cdngadfly@usa.net>
Subject: Crossroads, Ch.5

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5. Plans and Pictures

Noticing the expression on my face, John smiled, "you've
figured it out?" Judging by Mike's expression, he had
realised as well that there was no way we could pass this
off. Anyone who saw us half shaved like this would get a good
laugh. My mind scrambled to think of how I could explain
this. I could try and pass it off as the penalty for a lost
bet or the result of a dare, but that would sound almost as
weird as what actually happened. John and Eric would have
their own version of the tale, and there's no way any story
I'd concoct would be more believable.

Eric chipped in, "don't worry, this is temporary. We wanted
to see whether you looked better with or without all that
hair. We'll decide in a day or so, after we get some second
opinions."

Figures. We are going to be on show. How many people had seen
Eric and John naked? There were about twenty at the pool,
plus whoever saw them after they bolted. Silly buggers --
we'd have given them their suits back in another minute or
so. We're in for at least the pool crowd. As I consider the
humiliation to come, my regret is broken by Mike's mom
announcing that we were to go to the dining room. Her voice
reminds me that I have a hard-on, and she's about to see me.

Mike and I are directed to set the table, watched by Eric and
John, giving us no chance to deal with our erections. As I
got involved in the set-up for lunch, my erection started to
ease off. John was on me in a flash, grabbing my dick and
giving it a few squeezes. "Stay at attention."

Mike's mom appeared with a tuna casserole and we all sat down
for lunch. "What do you boys have planned for this
afternoon?" asked Mr. Forest as he looked over to John.

"We're going to play some soccer. Don't worry, we'll take our
little brothers with us and keep them out of trouble."

"Be back by five. We're having an early dinner; your Aunt
Jane will be stopping by on her way to the cottage for the
weekend," interjected John's mom.

"No problem." John smiled broadly as he looked over at Mike
and then I. Jane had two kids, Paul, 17, and Susan, two years
younger. I didn't know them very well, but all the colour
left Mike's face, so I knew we were in for a rough ride.

"Did you have any plans made for the weekend, Mike?" Mike's
Dad caught him off-guard.

It took a minute for Mike to get himself composed. "We were
to go to the drive-in tonight with Gary and Brian, but I
guess that's off. I should call him and let him know we won't
be coming. And there's the party at Greg's tomorrow night.
Other than that..."

"What's on at the drive-in?" Eric looked interested as he
interrupted Mike.

"Frankenstein and the first Star Wars."

"Sounds good. Let's wait and see if Gary and Brian will let
Eric and I come along, if that's OK, Dad." John looked
hopefully at his father.

"All right with me. I'll give Gary some money so you can all
have a good time. As it's your birthday tomorrow, you can
have a bit of fun. I want you all back here by one, though.

We have a busy day tomorrow, with your birthday party. Your
mom wants to take you shopping in the morning."

Silence descended. This was a lot to take in. Soccer this
afternoon, cousins at dinner, drive-in tonight, birthday
party tomorrow. Mike and I were still naked and half-shorn.

Would we be on display for all these people? At least my
erection had subsided, but I got the sense that John now had
more control over it than I did.

As he finished his lunch, Eric said, "Mikey and Jeffy will
clean up. Be quick about it, and then come out to the back
again."

"Thank you, Eric. I appreciate your help. We're going
visiting this afternoon, and we can go right now. Remember to
lock up when you go out to play soccer." John's mom said as
she and her husband got up to leave.

Not wanting more swats, I started clearing up immediately, as
did Mike. Eric and John left the room right after John's
parents. I could hear muffled whispers, but could make
nothing out. This was my opportunity to say something to
Mike, but I had no idea what. I kept looking at Mike, hoping
he would say something. As I was loading the dishwasher, Mike
handed me the remaining items from the dining room and
whispered, "sorry."

That was all he got to say, as John came in and told us we
had one more minute before the fly-swatters would help us
out. We were done, so put our hands on our heads and followed
John out to the back. "Lie on your backs on the picnic table
with your legs spread wide over the end." John motioned us
over. "You can take your hands off your heads, but put them
over your eyes again when you're settled."

After getting settled and blindfolding myself with my hands,
I felt my pubes getting wet. This is it; I must be about to
lose them. But, why wet? Why not use the scissors or the
clippers? I felt the hairs being tugged, but it was more like
a massage than a trimming. I felt a towel or something and
the wetness was gone. Yikes, my cock was being stroked and
was rising to the stimulation.

"Best keep very still guys, there are sharp things about,"
warned Eric. Seconds later, I felt my prick being grabbed and
scraped -- here it comes -- the pubes are history. Sigh.
Huh? He stopped. That was quick. "All done. We had better get
some sunscreen on -- don't want any sunburns." I felt some
sort of lotion being rubbed on my right leg. After the other
leg, John grabbed my right arm. I couldn't look down to see
what he'd been doing to my pubes without moving my head, but
I caught a flash of bright green from Mike's crotch. Oh no --
what are they up to now? Half-shaved and fluorescent pubes.
To think I worried earlier about being shaved bare!

John told me to grab my legs and spread them wide, while Eric
had Mike off the table and was leading him over our way.
"Mikey, you can finish up with Jeffy's sunscreen. Start with
his ass and work your way up. Do a good job, 'cause if Jeffy
gets a burn, it'll be your fault."

John handed Mike the sunscreen, and Mike started rubbing it
into my exposed ass. Despite being embarrassed for both of
us, I felt my rod stiffen more and I have to admit it felt
good. I really wanted some pressure on my cock, though. Mike
progressed upwards to my balls and the insides of my thighs,
and it all just got more intense. Mike hesitated, and John
spoke up, "if you don't 'screen it, Jeffy's cock will burn.
Go ahead, it's just like jacking yourself off. Don't forget
to do under the foreskin, just in case. Put lots of cream on
your hand and stroke away."

Oh yeah! Mike's hand on my cock was great. He decided to do
the head first and peeled back my foreskin. My toes curled as
he rubbed over the head. As he pulled the foreskin back over,
I could start to feel the sunscreen start to burn on my slit,
but Mike stroking my shaft offset this. I heard a click and a
whirr, opened my eyes and saw that Eric was back, and with a
Polaroid camera. Argghh -- pictures now, and of Mike whacking
me off.

Mike let go of my cock. "Hey! We never took any pictures!" He
looked pissed off as he stared at John.

"You're not in charge here, little Mikey. We decide what
happens. Remember what happens if you don't co-operate?" John
smugly retorted. "Get back to work, and do Jeffy's front,
then face."

Mike deflated. All the fight went out of him and he looked
fully defeated for the first time today. He applied lotion to
my belly and chest. I could feel his hard cock against my
legs as he got closer to do my face. Finishing with my face
and ears, he looked over to John. I guess he couldn't face
Eric and the camera.

John took the sunscreen, and said, "give Jeffy a kiss, Mikey.
It's time for another snapshot." Resigned to his fate, Mike
moved in closer, and his cock rubbed against mine as he
leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "He's not Aunt Jane.
Full on the mouth and let's have a bit of tongue from both of
you."

Click, whirr.

Eric handed the camera to John and said, "change places.
Jeffy can do Mikey now." We went through the same scene in
reverse, except that Mike is circumcised. They now had four
pictures. As I broke off kissing Mike, Eric showed us the
second picture. My heart sunk -- it looked like Mike was
fucking me. I looked at Mike and it looked like he was about
to cry. I felt no better myself. I was in turmoil -- my cock
was ready to explode, I was humiliated beyond anything I
could remember and I wanted to curl up in a corner somewhere.

"We're not done yet. You still have to do your backs. Stand
up and hug each other face to face so we can get started." We
complied.

"This is not a school dance. I don't want to see any space
between you. Put your hands out and I'll put some sunscreen
on them. Start at the neck and work your way down. Stick your
hands out again when you need more sunscreen. Oh, yes, and
keep kissing all the time." Eric smirked again.

We dutifully got as close as we could. Much more stimulation
and I was going to cum. As it was, both Mike and I were
lubricating each other. When we got down our backs to the
bums, Eric spoke up again "knead those cheeks well and get
that screen worked well into your cracks."

Click, whirr.

"OK. Time for some warm-up exercises. Stretches first, and
then running on the spot for five minutes and followed by
some jumping jacks." I reached for my cock, figuring that was
one stretch I'd like to finish, and, after the pics I no
longer cared if they saw me beating my meat. But, it was not
to be. John continued, "leave your cocks alone. You haven't
earned the right yet."

Surprisingly, John and Eric joined in the exercises, although
Eric stopped and snapped a few more pictures. Amazingly, my
boner was mostly gone by the time we finished, and I noticed
that Mike's was as well. I was no longer quite so secretive
about looking at Mike -- after what we'd been through and
been photographed doing, it hardly seemed worth the bother.

John decided we'd had enough exercise, nodded at Eric, who
went back into the house. He grabbed a couple of towels and
tossed one to each of us. I'd not noticed them before -- Eric
must have fetched them when he got the camera. As we towelled
down, I was surprised to see John strip off, and even more
surprised to see Eric emerge naked with a gym bag and two
pairs of shoes and socks. John grabbed a towel and headed
into the house with his clothes. I heard the door lock behind
him. Eric told us to put the shoes and socks on as he pulled
his soccer kit out of the gym bag and got dressed. We all
finished about the same time.

"It's time to go play soccer. Let's go. John's meeting us out
front." Eric laughed as both Mike and I covered our genitals
and blushed. We'd been half-shorn, aroused and frustrated,
had our pubes dyed lime green, and now we were about to meet
our public.