Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2007 04:59:31 -0800 (PST)
From: dreamcat_dave@yahoo.com
Subject: Pee Wee (Chapters 9 & 10)

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CHAPTER 9: THE CLINIC

Francis Llewellyn was working late that night, but there was a large
container of spaghetti in the refrigerator from the night before, and her
sons were accustomed to eating leftovers on nights she was working.  Pee
Wee generally loved his mother's cooking, but that night he was too
nauseous to eat anything for dinner, despite the fact that he had also
skipped lunch.  Scott Waters had come by in time for an early dinner, and
he and Mark managed to down most of it, leaving a plate for Pee Wee in case
he changed his mind and got hungry later.  But Pee Wee was still in bed
sweating and moaning, and it didn't seem like his condition was improving.

By 7:00 pm Mark called his Uncle Max, and he had their cousin Larry came by
and decided quickly to get Pee Wee to the "Doc In A Box", as their Uncle
called the small medical clinic in Santa Rosa. Mark asked to ride with his
brother, but Uncle Max thought it best that he and Scott remain at home.
He promised to keep them abreast of any news.

After they arrived, a nurse helped remove his clothing and got him into a
gown with assistance from his Uncle and cousin. She took Pee Wee's vital
signs and told Pee Wee and his family that the doctor would be with them
momentarily.  Doctor Hughes came and examined Pee Wee's swollen testicles,
then recommended that an ultrasound be performed.  He asked how Pee Wee had
gotten injured and Mark told him that Pee Wee had gotten into a fight at
school and been kicked in the balls.  Shortly after that the nurse brought
in an ice pack that she sympathetically arranged on his groin, causing Pee
Wee to blush deep red.

"My balls hurt real bad," Pee Wee whispered to his cousin Larry after the
nurse left.  "I think they're busted bad." He said, and Larry squeezed his
arm sympathetically

After another long wait scrotal ultrasound imaging was performed to rule
out testicular rupture.  The ultrasound technician who performed his scan
wore a badge identifying him as Hanson, though Pee Wee decided it more
accurately should have read Handsome.  Pee Wee doubted if he was much older
than twenty-one, if that.

Pee Wee found the procedure unnerving, not only because of the physical
discomfort involved, but also because of the embarrassment of having
Hanson, and a long line of other medical professionals, poke, prod and exam
his sore, swollen not so privates--all this at a time when his injured
penis had completely retracted back inside him leaving him looking even
more like a dickless wonder.  Pee Wee complained that it felt like the
ultrasound heated up his testicles, intensifying his aching balls, despite
assurances that it was just his imagination.

It seemed to Pee Wee that at least half the staff at the clinic had been by
so far to have a look at him.  Later, yet another staff member removed the
ice pack and gently examined Pee Wee, while another young man, who never
bothered to introduce himself, observed as she looked over Pee Wee's
injuries, leaving the patient to wonder just how many different people
would be examining his wounded balls before the night was over.  She was at
least the third person to examine them in such a manner.  Pee Wee winced
several times as she rolled his tender testicles between her fingers and
checked small tubes attached to the back of them. He was so sore that he
didn't think to be embarrassed until she asked about his fully retracted
penis. "Does it often do that?" she asked.  Her face was expressionless,
but Pee Wee looked over her shoulder to see the young man behind working to
control a smile.  After she was finished she competently reapplied the ice
pack.  "You are still quite swollen but I don't think there is any rupture
or torsion.  Dr. Hughes will be back in shortly."  She seemed poised on the
threshold of a comment or a question, but apparently thought the better of
it, and left without voicing it.

A few minutes later Hanson brought a folder into the room and set it down
next to the file on the countertop. He smiled sympathetically at Pee Wee,
then drew the privacy curtain around his bed and left.  No sooner had he
left that another nurse came in with a syringe in each hand.  He informed
Pee Wee that he was there to give him something to numb the pain in his
testicles.  Pee Wee stared up at the two needles, as it suddenly dawned on
him what was about to happen.  Reading the terror in Pee Wee's eyes, the
male nurse assured him that the injections would be in the hip and not
directly into Pee Wee's swollen testes.

Old Doctor Hughes, who was much farther from handsome than Hanson,
eventually returned, gathered the paperwork off the counter only to leave
them alone again while he went off to consult with other members of his
staff.  Later, during another examination, Doctor Hughes noticed the small
scars that remained from a bilateral orchidoplexy, surgery Peter had
undergone at age six to correct his undescended testes.

Dr. Hughes asked Peter if he had ever been medically examined for
hypogonadism or growth hormone deficiencies.  Neither Peter nor his uncle
or cousin recalled any such tests being performed on him.  After a brief
discussion and review of tests that had already been performed at the
clinic, Dr. Hughes reported that Peter's hormone growth factor & every
thing else seemed normal, and told them that he believed Peter to possess
an idiopathic small phallus, but that some further examination may be
warranted.  Dr Hughes eventually concluded that Peter had sustained severe
blunt trauma to his testicles, and perhaps also to his penis, noting that
luckily there was no evidence of rupture, torsion or dislocation.  At the
end of the examination Dr. Hughes prescribed a painkiller, an
anti-inflammatory medication, ice packs, and ordered bed rest for 24-48
hours.

By the time all was said and done they had spent a good eight hours at the
clinic.  Pee Wee was certain that for a good four hours of that time he had
been on his back legs spread with his bruised and swollen junk on display
for anyone who cared to come by and have a look.

His cousin Larry, now in his early twenties, stayed with him for moral
support while Uncle Max got something to snack on in the hospital
cafeteria. When Pee Wee's father, Ryan Llewellyn, left his wife, Francis,
Pee Wee and his brothers were still in Junior High. Uncle Max stepped in to
help out when his Ryan had failed his family. It was no surprise that Mark
would turn to him for help with this situation.

"Who did this to you, Peter?" Larry asked.

Pee Wee turned to face away from him.  "I don't know, it was . . ."

"You're lying!" Larry asserted, "Why should you protect those assholes who
did this to you?"

Part of Pee Wee wanted to explain, tell him everything, the other part was
too ashamed to speak.  There had been a time only a few years ago when
Peter and Larry had been close.  In fact he regarded Larry as more of an
older brother to him than Troy.  Larry, who was at least two or three years
older than Troy, used to look after his three younger cousins sometimes,
especially during those dark days when their parents were navigating their
way through their divorce.

Right after his 18th birthday, Larry had enlisted in the Navy, deciding
that it was a good way to spend a few years while he decided what he wanted
to do with his life. Serving in the military was also one way to get his
college career paid for.  Now that Larry had returned, he continued to
serve in the army reserves, and was taking advantage of the educational
benefits.  It proved to be a good decision for Larry, who proved a brave an
honorable soldier, willing to fight and put his life on the line for his
country, but after Peter's father left Larry's departure left a painful
void in Peter's life.

Larry was also the first boy Pee Wee had ever seen jerk off, before Pee Wee
even understood what masturbation was.  Peeking from between blankets,
pretending to be asleep on the cot his Aunt had set up in Larry's room, he
had secretly watched his older cousin stroking his extra large manhood, and
eventually shoot long strands of his seed onto his chest.  Larry had
thought Peter was asleep until the very end, when in his surprise he gasped
out loud.  There was little more to the story, but Pee Wee had since long
harbored an attraction to his older cousin.  It was a secret had never told
anyone.

Truthfully, Pee Wee had no interest in protecting Randy or Victor.  He
hated them, especially Randy.  In fact he had been having his own fantasies
about vicious ways he might get revenge against them for all the pain they
had put him through.  But he couldn't bring himself to report what had
happened.  It hurt too much.  And he knew that if he pulled that thread,
everything would get unraveled, and the whole truth of his terrible secret,
and of his humiliation would be exposed, maybe even get put in the
newspaper.

"Pee Wee," Larry put his hand on his younger cousin's upper arm. "You are
laying here with your balls swollen up as big as avocados and just about as
black.  Besides, Scott already told me that his brother, Randy, and Victor
Fuentes did this to you.  This is assault and battery, and it needs to be
reported to the police."

"No!" Pee Wee protested.

"If you won't do anything to protect yourself against those bullies, then
we will have to.  I've already heard about your new nickname," Larry
hesitated as he watched his cousin's face fall, then continued, "I know the
kids have been teasing you at school, but I hadn't heard about the other
stuff until Mark told me tonight."

Pee Wee's felt his eyes well up and tears begin to stream down his cheeks
before he had a chance to try to control the wave of embarrassment that
washed through him.  It wasn't just this moment, it was all of them, strung
end to end over the course of the past week.  The most intimate of details
about him were being revealed, outed to the kids at school, but even more
difficult he was being outed to his friends, even to his family.  He so
respected Larry, looked up to him, idolized him.  He was even more
embarrassed by the fact that Larry now knew how he had been humiliated--or
even worse--shamed himself at school.  Pee Wee considered his options.  His
fear of exposure weighed in against his fear of standing up to the boys who
had been bullying him around at school.  "What if I do?" Pee Wee finally
asked.

"What do you mean?" Larry asked.

"What if I protect myself?"  Pee Wee said quietly, "So you won't have to."
He was stalling.  They were just words.  Pee Wee had no confidence in his
ability to take on anyone, let alone boys who were bigger, stronger, and
had no fear.  He felt like a complete failure.  He had shamed himself and
his family.  He had embarrassed Mark, and disappointed Larry.  He could see
the disappointment in his cousin's eyes.

Larry leaned back in the small chair the nurse had brought him so that he
could sit while he visited with his cousin.

"Will you teach me how to fight?"  Pee Wee asked warily.

About that time Max Llewellyn pulled the curtain aside and entered the
small treatment room.  Larry looked at his father and then at Pee Wee.  "Of
course," Larry said, in answer to Pee Wee's question. "Of course I will."


CHAPTER 10: OUTED ON THE INTERNET

Pee Wee spent the weekend in his room recovering, trying to avoid contact
with anyone.  The truth was out there, Randy had made sure of that, and now
it seemed that everybody knew everything about everything.  After being
outed nothing would ever be the same again.  It was that thought that kept
reverberating through his mind.  Every time he looked into their eyes, he
could see something there that told him that they knew. They knew.  And
knowing changed the way they thought of him.  He especially saw it in his
mother's eyes, and in his brother's too.

His mother came up to his room to check on him a few times, but Pee Wee
found that he just could not face her, could not look her in the eyes.  He
knew that his mother was being faced, finally, with the reality of Peter
Llewellyn, not the fictionally perfect image of her son that she droned on
about to her friends.  He knew that she had heard the stories about what
had happened at school.  He was still even more mortified that just
yesterday she had tried to awaken him in the middle of a wet dream and seen
what she had seen.

The few words Francis Llewellyn did voice to him wavered between concern,
disappointment, and their reputation in the community, which seemed to be
somewhat damaged based on what people were saying to her.  Apparently the
calls were pouring in.  It was a small town, and as he knew, there were
just no secrets in a small town once someone started talking.

His small penis, when it finally reappeared from within his abdomen, proved
to be as bruised as his testicles, and urinating was somewhat painful.  But
the injury to his balls would ultimately prove to be far less significant
that the injury his reputation had suffered during the past week.  In just
a few days he had gone from a relatively ignored member of the student body
to a social pariah.  He had gone from "Peter Llewellyn", an honor roll
student and member of the swim team, to "Pee Wee", a freak infamous for
having the smallest dick in high school, maybe even in town.  His cowardice
had caused him to humiliate himself and his family.  Apparently even his
younger brother had been teased just because he was Pee Wee's brother.

Pee Wee didn't know exactly what all had been said in the conversations
downstairs, but he had heard the phone ringing even more than usual.  At
various points he overheard snippets of conversation that only served to
reinforce his desire to remain in isolation from the word.  Once he
overheard his mother say, "Peter would never do something like that," and
wondered just what "something" she had been told about.

Later he overheard Mark say very loudly, "Do you know how embarrassing it
is for me just being his brother?  I wish I were in some other family!"
Another time he heard Larry say, "If Pee Wee called him a spick, it was
because he deserved it!  You should see what he did to him.  I don't care
what he said, no one deserves to be treated like that!"

As the hours passed, he started to think about what would happen on Monday
when he went back to school, and decided that there was just no way he
would return to Santa Rosa High School.  That there was just no way he
could face the kids there.  Maybe he could ask his mother to let him go
live with his uncle and transfer to a different school district.

If Mark was too embarrassed to be his brother, well, Pee Wee was just to
embarrassed to be himself.  He desperately wanted to somehow escape this
situation and go somewhere, anywhere, someplace other than here that he
could start again. He remained in his room and wallowed in his own dark
thoughts.

Later on Saturday afternoon, while his mother was at work, Mark and Scott
came bounding into Pee Wee's bedroom.  "Christ!" Mark exclaimed, "You ain't
gonna believe this!"

"What's going on?" Pee Wee asked, confused.

"You're not gonna like this, Pee Wee," Mark continued. "Randy has posted
some pictures of you on the internet. Check your profile on MyFace first!"

"What?" Pee Wee said, stunned. "How many?"

"All of them, I think."  Scott answered, scratching his head.  He turned to
Pee Wee and added, "Remember, I'm not my brother.  He's a dick.  I had
nothing to do with this!"

Pee Wee sat down at his computer and made his way to his MyFace profile.  A
number of new comments had been left.  None of them were anything he wanted
to see.  Scott helped him delete them, but that action did little to help
him feel better about the situation.

"You can change your settings on MyFace so you get to approve comments
before they appear on your page in the future," Scott said.  "You should do
that!"

"You need to see what's on this now, Little Bro.  This is why you are
getting all those comments." Mark said as Scott slid the keyboard to one
side of Pee Wee and navigated his way to an on-line group titled "Peter
Llewellyn Is A Homo With A Teeny Weenie!"

Beneath the group name was a caption that read, "This is a group for people
who think Pee Wee Llewellyn is a homo wimp with a baby dick and should be
castrated!  Please all join!"  Pee Wee looked down at the page in horror.
His picture was there at the top of the home page for the group.  It was
the same school picture he had used for his MyFace homepage.  There were
already 28 members and according to a counter at the bottom of the page
over 120 visitors had already visited the group.

There was also a link to his MyFace Page and his email address.  It even
had his phone number listed.  It explained why he had gotten so many
negative comments on his MyFace homepage.  It also explained part of the
phone calls they had been getting that weekend.  Pee Wee gulped, and knew
that some part of him would cringe from now on every time his mother
answered the phone.  No wonder she was so upset!

"No, no!" Pee Wee said.  The world was closing in on him, and it wasn't a
place he wanted to live in any longer.  But Mark grabbed him by his arms
and turned him back around the face the computer screen.

"We need to go back to my place," Scott said.  "I might be able to do
something from there, using Randy's computer."

"We are going to take care of this!"  Mark said, "You may have a baby-dick,
but you don't have to be such a baby.  Do something right for a change."
Mark stood Pee Wee up.  "Scott's sticking his neck way out there for you!
You're coming with us."

Back at the Water's residence Scott clicked on the photo album for the
"Peter Llewellyn Is A Homo With A Teeny Weenie" group. There were about
forty snapshots on the page.  All of them were of Pee Wee: pictures that
Randy and George had taken of him on the bus, the pictures from the
restroom, pictures of him taken of him in the stall in the boys room naked
on the toilet, pictures of him jacking off, pictures of him getting
measured, pictures of him shaved, and pictures of him with his dick out
under the desk in Mrs. Brown's class.  There were even a couple of pictures
of him kissing Victor's erect penis.  Under each photo there were captions,
derogatory epithets like, "Baby-Dick", "Dickless", "Freak", and "Faggot".

Pee Wee hung his head down on his chest when they were done looking through
the pictures Randy had posted.  His face was burning and he was slightly
out of breath.  "So those pictures are out there for everyone to see?" Pee
Wee asked, openly worried.

But Mark was unmistakably angry, "What the fuck was that?" Mark was staring
at the close-up of Pee Wee kissing Victor's penis.  He pointed at the
screen, then opened a second photo that showed Peter touch the tip of his
tongue to the tip of Victor's hard dick. "Why did you do that shit? What's
wrong with you?"  Mark stepped back.  His voice was breaking, almost
yelling in frustration, "Hell, you didn't just suck Victor's dick, you even
kissed it!"  Mark threw his hands up in the air in exasperation, "I
wouldn't kiss his dick no matter how many times they kicked me in the
balls! You fucking did that!"  Mark walked across the room.  He was livid.
The way he looked at Pee Wee, it looked like he was going to pick something
up and throw it at him. "You didn't have to do that. Are you a fag?"

Pee Wee looked at him, then hung his head in humiliation and defeat,
feeling miserable and forlorn. Lately he didn't seem to be able to do
anything right.  "I wasn't thinking," Pee Wee said in his defense. "I was
afraid."

"I heard Randy and George talkin'," Scott said to Mark, "They said they
totally got off to watching Pee Wee get kicked in the balls by Victor." He
continued, "They talked about how Pee Wee had a woody the whole
time. George said some of the guys were pitchin' tents too. I couldn't
believe they got off on it like that."

There were only about 20 posts in the forum of the group Randy had created
to humiliate Pee Wee online.  Pee Wee only recognized a few of the names.
Hesitating, he looked down at the comments that had been posted. None of
them were kind:

"This is what happens when your pet pit bull isn't kept locked up."

"Wow - tiny. It looks like 1 or 2 inches. Disgusting!"

"You make me look huge at 5. Thank you!"

"Pretty tiny there! Why is he always showing it off?"

"Pee Wee is a fag.  I saw him suck off Victor on the bus!  Only a fag would
do that!"

"Grosss . . . "

"I sit next to this guy in one of my classes.  He is gross!"

"I heard he called Victor a spick and got kicked in the balls for it! Way
to go Vic!  Next week I'm gonna cut that little faggot's balls off!"

"Is that an extra belly button?"

"There is no known substitute for a big dick."

"That pic of Pee Wee's dick back inside him looks like my cats
asshole....truly. Honestly... I'm busy laughing my ass off at the likeness"

"HAHAHAHAH needle dick!"

"Any one that likes this cock has a small cock too."

"UM where is it?? What the hell is going on here?"

"Helpful hint: Use a Cheerio for a cock ring! LOL"

"Awful...looks like it wanted to be a clitoris at first then it changed its
mind and decided on being a tiny penis."

"What the fuck is wrong with you dude? You creep me out!"

"Pee Wee is a total loser!"


Before he got halfway down the list, Pee Wee felt his face get hot and
tears started streaming down his face.  Mark was looking at him with that
"it's embarrassing to be your brother" look on his face. "Is there anything
we can do?"  Pee Wee asked.

Scott nodded, clicked on the "Edit Group" button and then deleted the
group.  "There," he said, "It's gone now."  He then started dragging and
dropping icons from one window into another.

"What are you doing?" Pee Wee asked.

"I'm down loading files and photos off of Randy's hard drive onto a disk,
so we can look at them when we have more time." Scott said as he started
searching through files on the computer.  He obviously knew what he was
doing, but he wasn't smiling. "I know my brother's passwords."

"How?"

"I know how to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut." Scott said, opening up
a new window.  He was paying more attention to what he was doing than to
responding to Pee Wee's question. His fingers flew across the keyboard and
he never looked up.

"I'm just searching through the pages on Randy's web sites now." He said as
he opened up a photo album, and scrolled through photos of Randy and his
friends, files of family vacations, friends at school, holidays. A link
took him to another location where he came across a folder and then
selected another icon.  There was a blank screen with another file symbol
on it, he selected an image and it opened.

Scott looked at Pee Wee and smiled. "Here's the way in.  He's trying to
hide something." Then he opened a new window clicked on another icon and a
row of thumbnail images appeared on the screen. Scott started to go through
the photos. The first one was a photo of a girl in the shower taken from a
high angle looking down into the shower.  Her back was towards the camera
and you could only see her posterior.

"Now that's a nice ass." Mark said with a grin.

"And it's most definitely our shower," Scott added.

Scott scrolled down through the thumbnails clicking the next photo and it
was the same girl in the shower washing her hair.  The photos looked like
the girl had no idea she was being captured on film.

Each photo was pretty close to the same as the one before.  Scott and Mark
laughed and joked about what a nice ass the girl had and speculated about
her breasts.  In the fourth photo was the girl was facing the camera,
rinsing shampoo lather out of her hair.  Without thinking, Pee Wee's
attention went to her breasts.

"Holy shit" Scott exclaimed.

"What?" Pee Wee looked at Scott confused.

"It's Susan," Scott said, "Randy's girlfriend."

Pee Wee looked at the photo and looked up at her face.  He recognized the
girl.  She was a popular girl at school, already on the Varsity
Cheerleading Squad even though she was only a sophomore.  But here she was
taking a shower and Randy was taking pictures of her.

As they continued to scroll through the pictures on the next page of the
album, the camera caught Randy entering the shower.  Pee Wee's attention
went straight to Randy's penis.  It was of average size and hung straight
down.  The water running down the shaft made it glisten.  In the next photo
it was angled straight out from his body. Over the next few photos Randy
took a position behind her, embracing her, then one hand cupping a breast,
as the other hand was sliding down to her hairless mound, sliding his
fingertips into the sacred space between her legs.

Three pictures later and Susan was kneeling in front of Randy.  She had his
erect manhood in her mouth oblivious to the fact the whole scene was on
camera, but Randy had his eyes looking right at the camera with a salacious
smile on his face.  He knew.

Scott clicked on the last photo and it was of his brother and Susan
standing on the bath mat drying off slightly off frame.

Scott clicked on the next icon and as he started to go through the photos,
we could see that these were yet more pictures taken in the same
shower. The first one was a photo that Pee Wee immediately recognized as
Scott himself, standing in the shower, his back to the camera.  He was
rinsing his hair under the shower nozzle, but it was obvious who it was.
From the photos, and from Scott's reaction to seeing them for the first
time, it was obvious that he had no idea that he had been filmed.

"Now that's a nice ass." Mark joked, laughing as Scott's reaction as he
almost automatically minimized the photo, realizing that this cache of
photos was of him.  Scott experienced a moment of ambivalence.  He was
truly glad that Randy hadn't posted them, or used them to blackmail him,
but the idea that his brother had saved these photos really bothered him.
He kept wondering what Randy had intended to do with them.  One thing he
knew for sure was he wasn't going to leave them around long enough to find
out.

"That son of a bitch!" Scott said, and rapidly moved to click on an icon
taking them to another page of the gallery, but Mark grabbed the mouse.

"Not so fast," Mark said, "I wanna see these," and clicked on the next one.
The next photo showed Scott holding his erection, which looked to be about
the same size and shape as that of his older brother, aiming the tip up at
a jet of water pulsing down from the shower massager.  Scott blushed, but
Mark pushed down on Scott's shoulders and quickly disclosed, "Hey I do that
too sometimes, it feels good when the water hits it just right."

Pee Wee was completely aware of the erection that was growing in his pants
as he looked at the photos Randy had taken of Scott masturbating in the
shower.  He slid his hand down to free his sore penis, that had become
trapped in a fold, so that it could roll up pointing toward his belt buckle
instead of making an obvious pup tent.

The next icon only took them to a page with even more photos Randy had
taken in the shower this time of someone else.

"Fuckin' shit!" Scott said, snorting, but his laughter was nervous, not
genuine.  Pee Wee looked back and forth between Scott and the picture,
confused.

Suddenly Mark drew a breath and exclaimed, "It's your dad." Mark laughed
out loud, 'Holy shit, Randy took pictures of your dad too?"

"Even worse," Scott said, "He saved them."  Scott stared at the photo of
his father, still in shock at what he had discovered on his brother's
computer.  His father was about forty.  He was a man accustomed to hard
work at his landscaping business, and his body showed it in hard muscles.
He recognized the tattoo his father had on his forearm that he got ages ago
in the military.  His hairy chest was neatly trimmed and he had a thick
matt of pubes that also looked to have been kept well groomed.

Scott started to delete them, but then changed his mind and started pasting
the photos of his father into an e-mail to himself. As Pee Wee looked back
at the screen Scott sent the e-mail off to himself.

"What are you going to do with those?" Pee Wee asked

"I don't know yet," Scott said truthfully, "Probably nothing.  Let's just
call them 'insurance'."

After that the three boys went into the restroom and unscrewed the vent
above the shower, but there was no camera hidden there anymore.  Randy must
have moved it somewhere else, sometime after those pictures were taken,
leaving the three boys to wonder what new mischief Randy was up to, and
where.

Back in Randy's room, Scott sat down in front of Randy's computer and went
back to the previous page of icons.  He clicked on another icon that opened
up another page in Randy's secret photo album.  "Hmm." Scott said. "What do
we have here?"

He clicked on the first icon and found a photo of Randy, Victor, George,
and one of his friends who sometimes came over to their house with George.
They were all sitting playing cards in a circle more or less on the floor
in the space between the beds.  Randy sat in a beanbag chair that Pee Wee
saw still sitting over under the window.  Though the other boys seemed
oblivious to the fact they were being filmed, in one picture Randy was
clearly smirking at the camera.

Scott selected the next icon.  Both Victor and the "other guy" (Scott still
couldn't remember his name) had their shirts off. Victor was wearing a pair
of running shorts, no socks or shoes. The other guy was just wearing his
jeans.

"Looks like Victor's losing." Mark said.

"Or Randy is cheating as usual," Scott replied.

In the next photo the other guy was bent over, and Victor was planting a
kiss on his pucker hole.  From the expression on his face Victor wasn't too
pleased about it. Randy was pointing at Victor, and laughing in hysterics
again looking towards the camera and he was laughing.  It was obvious he
was laughing for the photo.

The next photo was Randy still sitting in his bean bag chair and Victor was
kneeling down in front of him swallowing Randy's six plus inches.  Victor
had that same expression on his face that practically screamed his
displeasure, but Randy was looking at the camera smiling.  There were about
three more shots of Victor giving Randy a blowjob.

Scott quickly clicked to the next photo and there was Randy, finally in
boxers, posed in an imitation of the green muscle bound hulk in front of
the beanbag chair.  The "other guy" had a sexy smile on his face, but he
wasn't looking at the camera.  It seemed pretty clear to Pee Wee that the
boys, aside from Randy, had no idea their card game, or their penalties,
were being filmed.

Scott got to the last series of photos which showed Victor masturbating.
In several shots he was standing in front of the window facing away from
the camera toward the street, jerking off for anyone below who might glance
up.  In the final picture Victor was leaning back in the beanbag
masturbating himself, with ropes of cum all over his chest and stomach.

Pee Wee unconsciously let out a soft moan looking at the last photo.

"You're getting off on this, ain't you Little Bro." Mark said sarcastically
turning as Pee Wee realized what he had just done.  "Don't embarrass
yourself more," Mark said glancing down, and Pee Wee wondered if Mark had
noticed his erection.  Pee Wee blushed, but said nothing in response.  He
didn't have to.  Suddenly Mark burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Scott asked, and Mark pointed to a small white string
hanging out of Victor's butt hole.

"Holy crap!" Scott exclaimed as the other two boys started laughing
hysterically, "They made him put one of my sister's tampon's up his butt!"

"I would say Victor was the big loser in that game!"  Mark laughed.

"Yeah," Scott agreed, "The Big Loser. But this might explain a lot."

The final icon led to an album that was almost a dénouement to the other
pages they had just viewed. The photos were still frames taken from Randy's
webcam. Some of the photos showed Randy jacking his cock and playing with
his balls (to the entertainment of the two boys looking over Scott's
shoulders).  Pee Wee had to admit that Randy had a beautiful body--light
brown hair, blue eyes, a smooth chest, slim athletic shoulders and arms,
and no body fat whatsoever. Randy's expression seemed so innocent in those
pictures, yet so sexual.

As he saved the pictures of his brother, Scott looked back at Pee Wee and
smiled, "You owe me, kiddo!" he said, then turned back and continued the
process of transferring the photos from Randy's hard drive to the disk he
was preparing for Pee Wee.  Pee Wee noticed that Scott had referred to him
as "Kiddo" a term usually used by adults when referring to a younger child.
It might have bothered him more, except that Scott seemed to be helping him
out.  And these days, he needed every friend he could find.