Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 15:24:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Paul Francis <nojockeys@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: pauls pants: ewans story part 11
Final Episode, resolution...
This is the last episode, what started as a fictionalised account of a part
of my childhood has turned into a bit of an epic. Apologies for taking so
long to finish it off, but life, as it does, has intruded. Any comments to
nojockeys(at)yahoo.co.uk...
Now read on...
We were both knackered after our exertions at Pauls house that
morning, and once we were cleaned up and had got dressed, we cycled wearily
back to my house.
`I'm so pooped, I don't think I'll ever be able to have a shag
again,' Ewan announced, throwing himself down onto my bed.
`Don't say that,' I said, `I can't bear to think we might never
feel like that again, it was good fun, and Paul's really starting to
surprise me.'
`Yeah, you're right, I'm just being grumpy,' he agreed, `he might
claim that he's completely straight, but I'd say the fact that he decided
that he wanted to suck me off was telling a completely different story.'
`Well, don't forget I've given him plenty of tuition,' I said
modestly, `but I take your point. Although I'd have to say that in my
opinion you are still the master of that particular art form.'
`Thank you kind sir,' he grinned, `you're no slouch either when it
comes to playing the pink oboe.'
`It's all done with love,' I said, gazing fondly at my lover as he
sprawled attractively on my bed, `anyway, what are we going to do with for
rest of the day?'
`We were going to go and take some smutty pictures over by the
canal, weren't we?'
`Oh yeah, do you still want to do that?'
`I don't mind, but I think you might have had all the spunk I can
produce for the time being.'
`Yeah, me too, I haven't come like that for ages.'
`I know, I can still feel your spunk sloshing around inside me,
although at least it's not dribbling down my legs any more,' Ewan giggled
naughtily.
`Well, maybe we should save ourselves for later?' I asked.
`Yeah, I'd like just to spend the afternoon with you.'
`Well, for once we've got plenty of dosh, so how about we go to the
pictures?'
`That'd be cool, we might have to travel up town, there's nothing
on at the fleapit.'
`Ok, lets do that then, but first I think I need a shower.'
`Me too,' said Ewan, `let's go together.'
As there was no one else in the house, we stripped naked in my
bedroom, and streaked, giggling like ten year olds across the landing to
the bathroom. We tenderly lathered each other up under the streams of warm
water, gently washing away the patches of dried come and food off each
others' bodies. My cock was still red and a little sensitive after our
earlier exertions, and as I carefully soaped Ewan I was aware that he was
in a similar condition. In spite of our titanic orgasms that morning, my
cock was still game, and began to erect once more as Ewan washed it
clean. Oh, to be a teenage boy once more, when a spontaneous erection was
an inconvenience, and you were always ready for a wank or a blowjob.
`I thought we were saving ourselves?' Ewan asked quizzically, my
perfidious cock stiffening in his hand.
`So did I,' I grinned, noting that he was considerably more excited
than he had been a moment earlier.
Ah well, I thought, as we gently wanked each other, maybe we won't
go to the pictures after all. My thoughts were interrupted, as was so often
the case, by the shrill tones of the telephone bell. `I'd better answer
that,' I said regretfully.
`Yeah,' my lover said, `you should.'
I wrapped a big towel round me, and thundered down the stairs to
answer the call, as I'd half expected, it was Paul, `Hi,' he said, `what
are you up to? My folks are all sitting round the table eating toast and
butter, I couldn't stay in the room with them in case I cracked up, I may
never be able to eat breakfast again.'
`Nice image,' I agreed, `I was just having a shower, then I was
going to head up town with Ewan and catch a movie.'
`Oh, right,' he sounded disappointed, `I was thinking we might pop
into Grahams shop; see if he knows when that film he shot of me will be
ready.'
`I suppose you could if you want to, although I doubt if he's had
much chance since last night to do anything about it.'
`I suppose not,' he said glumly.
`Maybe he'll have thought of some more work for you,' I said to
cheer him up.
`For all of us,' he said, brightening up, `yeah, that's it, I'll
pop in and maybe I'll tell him about this morning and take some samples of
our earlier stuff to show him, see what he thinks.'
`Ok, you do that, but don't agree to anything until you have spoken
to both of us. Oh, and Ewan said to tell you he's ok about it if you want
to show him some of the more `adult' pics that he's in.'
`Oh that's good,' he enthused, `the tiddler's been hiding his light
under a bushel as far as Mr Graham is concerned.'
`I think you mean his cock,' I said drily, `and he's just a bit
more cautious, that's all, not like you, whipping your dick out at any
opportunity. Don't let Graham see everything though, we still need to hold
something back, he'll want us to show him more, but we can make a better
bargain if he thinks we need to be persuaded.'
`Oh, right,' he said, `anyway, I'm sure Graham will be pleased to
see another side of Ewan, not just his back view.'
`Once I've got this mornings pics developed, he's going to see
another side of you too,' I laughed.
`I guess so,' he spoke reluctantly, `although I wouldn't want him
to think that I'm some sort of a queer.'
`No, I'm sure he doesn't think that. All we are doing is playing
around together, and sometimes it feels better if someone lends a hand.'
`Or a mouth, or maybe some fingers,' Paul continued, `D'you think I
upset Ewan when I sucked his cock?'
`I think he was very happy, judging by the smile on his face,
anyway, you could always try asking him yourself.'
`Nah, I don't think so, you can ask him. It only seemed fair to do
it, after he'd sucked me so amazingly.'
`And the fingers?' I asked, seizing the moment to try and work out
Pauls thought processes.
`Well,' he answered slowly, `I love the feeling when you touch or
tickle my arse, so I thought I'd see if he liked it when I touched him
there too, and it just seemed natural to slip my fingers in. After all,
I've seen you fucking together, and even though I know that you're only
doing it for the camera, it looks almost like the real thing.'
`You're right, he does like it, you should try it. I suppose when
we're fucking it just feels good, I hadn't given it much thought,' I lied.
`I'm still not taking it up the arse; I can see that it might be
nice, but for me, it would be too much. I'll just watch you and Ewan do it,
if that's ok?'
`Sure, if it's ok with him, but you know he's a bit funny about
people who don't want to join the party.'
`Yeah, but I'll find another way to get my jollies,' he giggled,
`after all, we've got a whole new business to run.'
`Listen,' I butted in, `I'm freezing my tits off here, how about we
meet up tomorrow? You can tell us all about your negotiations with Graham.'
`Ok, where?'
`What about the park by the canal? We could scout for possible
outdoor locations while we're there.'
`Good idea, I'll see you there, `bout one-ish?'
`Ok, see you then,' I hung up and trudged back up the stairs.
Whilst I'd been chatting, Ewan had finished in the shower, and gone
back to my bedroom. Although he'd dried himself off, he'd not troubled to
dress, and was standing naked with his back towards the door, contemplating
a colourful fistful of pants. My heart leaped into my throat once more, as
I admired the sturdy line of his back, leading down to the sweet and subtle
curves of his bottom. I felt so incredibly lucky to be spending time with
this lovely boy, who had given himself so trustingly to me, and who
returned my love in spades. Not only that, but we shared so many tastes,
and he loved the camera too. Looking back at that moment, I don't suppose I
have ever been happier.
`Oh, Hi,' my lover said, turning round to grin at me, `I've too
many choices,' he moaned, waving his fistful of skimpies at me.
`Well, the way I see it, you've two ways of approaching this, one;
go by the colour, or two; let style be your guide.'
`Oh right,' he said, `but you've got to help me,' he pouted
angelically.
`Love to,' I said, `where would you like to start?'
`I don't know,' he moaned again.
`Alright, give those to me, and I'll try to help.' He obediently
handed over his fistful of underwear, the boy was right; in the course of
our photographic journey we had accumulated quite a variety. I dropped my
towel on the floor and sat down naked on the bed, and Ewan obligingly stood
in front of me, legs slightly apart, his flaccid cock topped with its tuft
of blonde pubes dangling enticingly just within reach.
`Ok, how are you feeling?' I asked my love, `and how do you want to
feel?'
`I don't know, happy, sexy, and trying not to get too horny.'
`Ok, so on that basis let's exclude black then.' I selected out the
black pants and put them to one side. `Not too horny, but not too innocent
either, certainly not after this morning,' I continued, looking him in the
eye. Ewan blushed and looked away, `So, I'll take out all the white pants
too. If we stay with colours, then you have red, yellow, pink, blue and
green to choose from.'
`I can see a rainbow,' he sang flippantly.
`Yeah,' I said, `how about style, then?'
`What's the weather like?' he asked.
`Warm and bright,' I answered, `nothing too enveloping then, I
guess. So if I remove the full briefs from your pile that just leaves you
with a pink micro, and a yellow g-string, which do you fancy?'
`I feel sunny, so I'll go with the yellow string, it still feels
pretty sexy to go out wearing one of them.'
`Good choice,' I said, standing up and giving his warm body a hug
before handing him the pants, `make sure you put them on properly now, we
don't want any chafing after all.'
Ewan expertly pulled on his g-string, giving a little wiggle to
settle his package comfortably into place, `do you want to check I've put
it on alright?' he asked huskily.
`If I must,' I said, feigning reluctance before kneeling down in
front of him. I ran my hands up the backs of his legs and over the smooth
skin of his cheeks, before they reached the fine waistband. I checked that
it was sat comfortably on the curve of his hips, and then followed the line
of the string down between his cheeks, hooking a finger through to make
sure that it wasn't too tight. `Hmm,' I murmured, `that seems pretty good
so far.' I transferred my attention to the front, tugging gently at the
waistband, to ensure that it was sitting above the line of his pubes. I
then ran a finger down each side of the pouch, checking that he was all
tucked in. This g-string was seamless and the fine translucent fabric of
the pouch did little to disguise its contents, I softly stroked his cock
and it twitched and expanded slightly under my fingers. Regretfully I drew
my hand away, `that all seems to be in order, sir, was there anything
else?'
`There can be,' he muttered throatily, `but not if we want to get
to the movies today.'
`Oh, I suppose we had better get our act together, and go out,' I
answered slightly crossly, my cock had responded to our mutual horniness by
starting to awaken from slumber. A fact that Ewan became very aware of when
I stood up, and my stiffening prick bumped up against his warm body.
`Oh, poor you,' he said, his golden hazel eyes widening with
concern. He put out his warm hand and took hold of my cock, `did you want
me to do something about this?'
`Always,' I answered simply. Any thoughts we might have had,
however, were dashed by the sound of the front door opening.
`I thought your mum was out all day?' Ewan said.
`She's supposed to be,' I answered.
The mystery was solved shortly after as my sister bellowed up the
stairs; `Hello, anyone home?'
`Shit,' I muttered, and swiftly went over to the door, `Hi, we're
home, I just got out of the shower, down in a minute.'
`Ok, I'll put the kettle on,' she shouted back, and disappeared
into the kitchen.
`We'd better get dressed, she won't come looking, but she will
wonder, and she'll ask my mother what we've been up to. Fancy a cup of
tea?'
`Yeah, of course, and we can always finish this later,' he smiled.
Ewan pulled on his tight black jeans, and a yellow t-shirt that
showed off the golden tone of his skin. I put on a pair of orange micro
briefs from the posh pants people, Ewans eyes widened in appreciation when
he saw them on me. `I thought I'd look sunny too,' I said nonchalantly.
`So you do, my lover, so you do,' he smiled, giving me a pat and a
stroke on the bum.
I completed my dressing with my black cords and a pale blue top, and
together we went down to the kitchen. A pot of tea was sitting on the
table, and my sister was already sitting in the living room beyond, her
nose buried in a book, a steaming mug perched precariously on the arm of
the chair. I poured out two mugs for us, and we wandered through.
My sister looked up briefly, `Hello you two, I just popped in to drop
off some washing. Mum said you were staying over, Ewan, I hope my horrible
little brother isn't being too beastly to you?'
`Um, no,' he stammered, `we were just about to go up town, there's
nothing on at the fleapit here, and my dad left us some money to see a
film.'
`That's good,' she said, and returned to her book, as far as she was
concerned all social niceties completed.
`We'll just swig our teas and then we'll be on our way,' I added,
`see you later.' She didn't answer, just waved an arm vaguely from behind
her book, and we headed back to the kitchen.
`Blimey,' Ewan whispered, `is she always like that?'
`If she's reading, yes,' I replied, `don't be fooled, she's sharp,
and I'm just grateful that she and my mum aren't very curious, or god knows
what I'd be having to explain. Anyway, we really do have to go out now, or
she might ask some awkward questions.'
`Alright, let's go then.'
After we'd finished our tea, we pulled on shoes and socks, grabbed the
money off the mantelpiece and shouting our farewells, headed out of the
door. The tube station was about ten minutes walk from my house, a pleasant
enough stroll along leafy streets in the warm sunshine. The station itself
was a modern extension onto what had been an exuberant Victorian structure,
outside was a low wall, with a low double railing on which generations of
boys had perched uncomfortably while waiting for one of the many buses that
connected to the tube network. As we wandered slowly up the slope towards
the station, Ewan spoke out; `Isn't that boy over there Bill from Pauls'
tutor group?'
I looked up; propped against the railings was a small boy with black
floppy hair that he was forever having to flick out of his face, he was
wearing the out of school uniform of tight blue jeans and a tatty t shirt,
and looking very bored. I'd only ever spoken to him a couple of times; he
shared Pauls' obsession with electronics and gadgets, and had expressed
some interest in doing sound with the stage crew. He was obviously pretty
clever, and had intense dark eyes and a stroppy attitude. As I watched,
another boy from his year, slim and somewhat taller with scruffy
shoulder-length curly blond hair, crossed the road and joined him; `You're
right, and that's his chum Martin with him, I wonder what they're up to.'
`I imagine they're waiting for a bus, what else could you do at a busy
tube station?' Ewan said, chirpily.
`Yeah, you're right,' I said, `d'you want to go and say hello?'
`Nah, I don't really know them well enough to speak to, let's just get
our train.'
We crossed behind them and went down into the station, as we passed
the boys I noticed a man approach Martin and briefly speak to him. The man
then turned and walked away across the road, Martin looked at his watch,
stood up and followed after, leaving Bill on his own again. Ewan didn't
notice this curious episode and I didn't say anything, just stored it away
for future reference.
Once we were on the train, we grabbed one of the bench seats that
permitted you to sit together without being too obvious about it and
snuggled up close. We were only going a few stops, and the train was quite
busy unfortunately, so there was no opportunity for a snog.
`I wonder,' Ewan said quietly.
`What?' I asked.
`D'you think it would be possible to bring someone off between stops,
I was just remembering that you'd managed to make me come on a bus after
all.'
`Just about,' I said after a moments' thought, `although at this end
of the line the stations are all about two minutes apart, so it might be
exciting, but it would have to be very quick. You could try the Piccadilly
line, it misses out great chunks of the District; only thing is it's very
rattly and bouncy, so it would be a bit risky to try anything other than a
hand job. Also, sometimes the trains stop and wait in stations, so there's
always a risk you might be overlooked.'
`Sometimes it's quite exciting to think you might be seen by
strangers,' he went on, `I get really turned on just thinking about the
people who might be looking at the pics we took, people I'll never know,
and who'll never know anything about me except what you see in the photos.'
`I know what you mean,' I said, `it's cool to imagine that people all
over Britain might be wanking over pictures of us.'
`Why not the world?' Ewan asked.
`I think if Graham was an important part of the global world of smutty
pictures I doubt if he'd be running an old-fashioned clothes shop in West
London. No, I don't suppose that our pics will ever go beyond a very
limited and select circle, more's the pity, if he was part of a porn empire
then I think we might be getting loads more money.'
(Of course, gentle reader; I could never have predicted the
Internet. Nowadays when I'm surfing it gives me a strange frisson, to say
the least, to come across one of our images, stranger still to see them
described as vintage!)
`Speak for yourself, all I've had is a tenner,' Ewan protested.
`True, Paul is the genuine Mr Moneybags at the moment, but things
might be looking up for all of us.'
`How so?' Ewan asked.
`When I spoke to Paul just now, he was going to go and see Graham,
mostly because he was dying to know when his movie was going to be ready,
but he said he was going to take some more of our pics to show him. Said it
was time Graham saw the other side of you.'
`What do you mean?' he protested.
`I think it was one of Pauls elephantine jokes, up `til now I've been
quite careful to make sure that none of the pictures we've given him have
revealed much more than your bum, or a more distant frontal shot. So I
think Paul wanted to show him some pics that included a bit of action from
you; after all he's had a live show from me and Paul, and last nights
little escapade to think about, so I guess it's a good moment to lay it all
out on the table, as it were.'
`That's exciting, I wonder if Paul will give him a blow job, like he
did me?'
`I'm absolutely sure he won't, in his mind that'd be gay. You should
be flattered, Paul seems to have decided that you are, like me, an
extension to his wanking hand.'
`What does that mean?'
`It means that Paul is one confused little fucker, but we knew that
already. Don't worry about it, he's got it all worked out for himself,
don't forget; I didn't ever force myself on Paul.'
`Nor on me,' Ewan said quietly.
`Or you either,' I agreed, `he asked me to photograph him, and then
when he invited me to play with him, I just went along with it. He seems to
have worked it all out by himself, I'm not saying I didn't want the sex,
but I never expected it to turn into this. I know it's all screwed up, but
nobody is being hurt, and he's getting more and more adventurous; just now
he told me that he loved the feeling of having his arsehole played
with. That was why he was so happy to stick his fingers up you, but he's
still adamant he won't let anyone stick their cock into him, square that
circle if you can!'
`You know I can't,' Ewan said, `Paul is still a bit of a mystery to
me. Tell you what though.'
`What?'
`If he carries on calling me tiddler, it won't be my cock he finds up
his arse, it'll be something much less pleasant. Anyway I think if we were
to have a measuring competition I might well have him beaten, in length at
least.'
`You may well be right,' I agreed diplomatically, `I do think he wins
on girth though, and if we were able to straighten his cock out, then he
might still be the winner on length too. I'll get him to stop calling you
that; although he really doesn't mean anything by it. You could always try
calling him Banana dick in return, see how he likes it.'
Ewan giggled, `thanks, I know he doesn't mean anything, but it still
gets bloody irritating after a while.'
The train arriving at our destination interrupted our philosophical
discussion, and we bundled out of the doors and onto the platform. The
cinema was very close by, and we were lucky, the main attraction: `Star
Wars' was going to start very soon, and it wasn't crowded. I'd like to
report that we sat in the back row and played with each other, like all
courting couples are supposed to do. Truth is, although we made it to the
back row, and sat comfortably, hands resting on each others crotch, but
once the movie had started, we were lost, gripped by the story and the
special effects.
Once the movie was over, we left the cinema, temporarily lost for
words, I broke the spell; `What do you want to do now?'
`Dunno, there's not much else to do round here, I'm starving, shall we
head back?'
`Yeah, I guess so, we could get some chips at that place by the
station.'
`What, Try a Fuck?' (The unfortunately named `Friar Tuck' restaurant
provided a generation of schoolboys with a cheap joke).
`Yeah, why not, it's no worse than any other.' We jumped back on the
tube, and soon we were back at our station.
`Look,' said Ewan, `Martin's still there waiting for his bus.'
So he was, although his mate Bill was nowhere to be seen. To get
across to the chippy we had to pass his perch on the railings, I nodded to
him; `Alright?'
`Yeah,' the boy responded.
`You're in Pauls class at school aren't you?'
`Yeah, what of it?'
`Nothing, just asking, I saw him earlier, he's out and about in town
somewhere.'
`Haven't see him, I've just been hanging out here, I've nothing better
to do.'
`Yeah, we saw you and Bill when we set off earlier.'
`Oh, yeah, what've you been up to?'
`We just went to see Star Wars,' I answered.
`Oh, cool, how was it? I really want to see it, but I haven't had the
dosh. The special effects are supposed to be amazing.'
`Go and see it if you can, it'll blow you away.' As I was speaking, I
spotted Bill on the other side of the road, wiping his mouth on the back of
his hand. `Here comes Bill now,' I said, helpfully, and waved. He waved
back, and crossed over to join us, `We were just going to get some chips,'
I said, `you coming too?'
`No ta, my bus'll be here in a minute,' Bill said, settling himself
comfortably against the railings.
`Crap aren't they, you wait for hours, then there'll be three along at
once,' I said sagely, and probably sounding like my grandmother.
`I should complain, there must be something wrong with the service,'
Ewan chipped in.
`How d'you mean?' Martin asked.
`You were both waiting about here when we left to go to the pictures,
and three hours later you're still here,' he continued.
Martin blushed, `well, we were just bumming around, I hadn't noticed
the time passing.'
`Yeah, like it's so exciting here,' Ewan said sarcastically.
`You get used to it,' Bill said, `there's not a lot to do round here
when you haven't got any money. Anyway, I've scraped together enough to buy
a packet of fags, so I'm offski. Catch you later.' He straightened up, and
headed off down the hill to the paper shop without a backward glance.
`Is he ok?' I asked Martin.
`Yeah, he's just a moody bastard sometimes, oh look, there's my bus at
last.' The red double decker pulled in at the stop, and Martin jumped onto
the platform; `see you in school,' he shouted as the bus pulled away.
`Come on,' I said, `let's get some chips.'
`What was all that about,' Ewan asked.
`I'm not sure,' I lied, `I'll ask Paul tomorrow, see if he knows
anything about those two. It must be horrible never having any money, and I
know they both get free school meals, I've never got much dosh but at least
I have a little.'
`Yeah, and now we've found a way of making bucket loads more,' Ewan
smiled.
The subject returned to the movie we'd just seen as we queued for our
chips, once we'd been served, we set off down the road towards my house,
munching the greasy potatoes straight from the newspaper wrapping.
By now it was beginning to get late, and when we got home, the
cheerful smells of cooking pervaded the house, my sister had gone, and
presumably taken her washing with her, and my mother was busy rolling out
pastry in the kitchen.
`Did you two have a nice day?' she asked.
`Yes thanks,' I replied.
`What did you do? Did you go to the canal?'
`No, we went to see Star Wars instead, we're going to go to up to the
canal tomorrow lunchtime.'
`That's nice, now off you go and do your homework, supper'll be ready
in about an hour, then I'll let you watch the telly if you like.'
Just another suburban Saturday evening then, feeling like a condemned
man on the way to the scaffold, I trailed up the stairs to my room, Ewan
following behind me. `Come on,' he said, `if we do it together, it won't be
so bad.'
`Yeah, you're right,' I sighed, `let's do it.' There's nothing much to
be said about the misery of homework, we sat side by side on my bed, our
thighs pressing comfortingly against the others, and trudged wearily
through our assignments. I was able to help Ewan with some of his, and he
offered me encouragement, and the occasional kiss and cuddle to make things
better. In fact, all moaning apart, it was a surprisingly nice way to make
an unpleasant task easier. `I could get into doing my homework if it's
always like this,' I said, as I closed up my last exercise book.
`Maybe we should do ours together more often,' my young lover smiled.
`Let's,' I agreed, bending round to give him a kiss.
Any further ideas I might have had were stymied by a shout of;
`Suppers ready,' from downstairs, so we put our books away and headed for
the kitchen. Once we'd stuffed our faces, there was nothing left to do but
slob out on the couch and watch telly, the distant sound of the telephone
bell didn't really impinge on our lazy reverie until my mother popped her
head round the door and said; `Ewan, it's your father on the `phone.'
He dashed into the hall, and I could hear his voice rising and falling
happily as he chatted to his dad. A few minutes later, I heard him hang up,
and he came back into the sitting room. `Everything alright?' I asked.
`Yeah, he says he tried to call earlier, but we must have still been
out. He's ok, the flight was really boring and he's a bit jet-lagged, but
he says LA is amazing and the people are really friendly.'
`That's good, did he say when he was coming back?'
`Don't be so rude,' my mother butted in, `anyone would think you were
wanting to get rid of Ewan, the poor boy's only been here one night.'
`No, no,' I protested, `I didn't mean that at all, I like having Ewan
here, it's just that I know that he misses his dad.'
`You old softie,' my mother said affectionately, `I was only teasing
you.'
`It's ok,' Ewan joined in, `I'm not upset, and when it comes down to
it, I can hold my own if I have to.'
`I think you can,' my mother said fondly, `I just hope this boy of
mine isn't giving you a hard time.'
`Mum!' I protested.
`No, it's fine,' my lover answered naughtily, `I reckon he's just
about hard enough for me to cope with.'
`Ok,' she answered, smiling at him, `but don't let things get on top
of you, you know I'm happy to listen if there anything you need to talk
about.'
`Thanks,' he said, `that means a lot to me.'
`Good,' she replied, `but for now, I can see you're both tired and I
think it's time you got yourselves ready for bed.'
I made the token protest expected of all young people, but in truth I
was delighted, another night with my lover in my bed, how cool was
that. I'd like to report another night of titanic lovemaking, but the truth
is, young and full of life though we were, we just didn't have the
energy. After we'd got ourselves ready, we climbed into our separate
beds. As soon as my mother had stuck her head round the door to wish us
good night, Ewan hopped across and jumped into mine, we cuddled for a
moment, then settled into a comfortable position and a moment later we were
asleep.
In the morning, I was woken by the sunlight streaming into my room;
Ewan was still sound asleep, and the soft sound of his breathing made me
feel very tender towards him. I managed to clamber out of bed without
disturbing him, no mean feat in itself; even though he did sleep like the
dead, and looked at my watch, realising that it was quite late in the
morning. Now I was more awake I could hear the sounds of my mother in the
kitchen below, and I pulled a t-shirt on. Before it was too late I realised
that the g-string I had chosen to sleep in wasn't quite appropriate to go
down stairs in, and I pulled my cords on quickly as well.
`Kettle's just boiled,' my mother said as I opened the kitchen door.
Without speaking, I made two mugs of tea, `I'm just going to try and
get Ewan up,' I said, `I may be gone some time, don't send search parties.'
My mothers smiled, `he is a solid little sleeper isn't he, makes me
wonder how his dad manages.'
`As far as I can tell there's a lot of shouting and threats involved,
he doesn't mean to be difficult, he just seems to sleep very deeply.'
`So do you,' she said, `you were both dead to the world when I looked
in on you last night. Are you going out later?'
`Yeah, we're going to meet up with Paul over by the canal, remember?'
`Oh yes, well don't stay out all day, I've got tasks for you my lad,
the grass needs cutting and you promised you'd do it this weekend.'
`Ok mum, we'll not be out too long.'
It was only as I went back upstairs that I realised the implications
of what I'd just heard, my mum had said goodnight to us, so she must have
looked in again, later on, and couldn't have failed to notice that we were
sharing a bed. I blushed hotly; still, she hadn't thrown a big pink wobbly
fit, so I guess it didn't matter to her. She wasn't the sort of person who
asked about private things, but I'm sure she would have said something if
she had disapproved, funny things, parents, when you're a teenager you
always think they can't understand, now, looking back, I realise that she
must have done, and given us her blessing.
I'll spare you the laborious process of persuading my lover to get out
of bed when he didn't really have to, suffice it to say there was a whole
lot of cajoling and cuddling involved until eventually he achieved the
desired level of consciousness.
He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and took the tepid
mug of tea from me, `I sometimes forget what it's like to drink it hot,' he
smiled, after he'd taken a long slurp, `what are we doing today?'
`Well, we were going to go and meet Paul by the flight of locks, maybe
scout for a new location, and generally have a council of war, but if you'd
rather not, then we could do something else?'
`No, that sounds good, we've got our little industry to think about
after all.' He stood up and stretched, the virginal white tangas that he
had chosen to sleep in had ridden down somewhat during the night, and the
taut curves of his cheeks were peeking invitingly above the waistband. I
reached out and patted his bum, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating
through the cotton. `Mmm, that's lovely,' he purred, you can do that some
more if you like.'
I didn't need any encouragement, and stroked his smooth cheeks some
more, relishing the feeling of his body under my fingers. I was stiffening
up, and I could see that he was too; we were, as seems to be a continuing
thread in this narrative, interrupted by the telephone and my mum shouted
up the stairs; `It's Paul, shall I tell him you'll call back?'
`No, I'll come down,' I shouted back. I kissed my lover, and went off
to answer the summons.
`Hello mate,' Paul said cheerily, `you still on to meet up?'
`Yeah, we are.'
`Good stuff, see you by the flight of locks about one o'clock like we
agreed?'
`Yes, did you get to see Graham?'
`Yup,' Paul said mysteriously.
`And?' I probed.
`He made us an offer, I'll tell you about it later,' with that he
hung up, leaving me little the wiser.
When I went back upstairs my lover had given up and was in the
shower, so I came back down again and brewed some more tea. Scrubbed and
clean, Ewan joined me at the kitchen table after a few minutes, `so,' he
asked, `what did Paul want?'
`Just wanted to know if we were still wanting to meet up later.'
`Not much later,' Ewan said, looking at the kitchen clock, `we should
really get our skates on.'
He was right, we did have to get a wiggle on; we grabbed our shoes,
got on our bikes, and headed off towards the canal.
The sun was shining, and even the murky waters of the canal looked
surprisingly inviting. Ducks and moorhens probed cautiously among the
discarded shopping trolleys and floating carrier bags. Down by the bottom
lock there was a big patch of hard standing rather half-heartedly
landscaped with a few wooden picnic tables and some rather sticky looking
rubbish bins. As we cycled into the park I could see that Paul had got
there before us, his bike propped against a lamppost, and he himself
sitting comfortably, legs outstretched, at one of the picnic tables, a cold
can of pop in front of him. He was dressed in his dreadful tracky bottoms
and a dark blue t-shirt.
`Morning,' I called out cheerily, as we drew near.
`Morning,' he replied, grinning.
`I see you haven't splashed out any of your new-found wealth on posh
clothes,' I added.
`Me mum would think I'd gone mad if I started buying my own stuff,'
Paul said, `anyway, what's wrong with these?' He stood up and gave a little
twirl, the faded material flapping around his slim hips. As he did so, a
hole in his backside revealed that he had chosen to wear red pants today.
`It's just that they are so tatty, and I don't know what's keeping
them up.'
Paul grinned and hauled out the elasticated waistband, revealing a
bit more of his red pants to our gaze, `they go on easy and they come off
just as easy too, want me to show you?'
`Any time,' I answered, `but we didn't meet up just so we could suck
you off.'
`Oh,' he pouted in mock dismay, `and I thought you just couldn't get
enough of me.'
`We were wondering how you got on with Graham?' I said firmly, trying
to drag things back to the point, `did you get to see your movie?'
`Nah, it's not been processed yet, it'll be at least a couple of
weeks, he has to get it specially developed somewhere, and it takes ages
apparently. Tell you what though, he really loved the pics I took to him,
specially now that we've let him see a bit more of Ewan.'
`Did he give you some more dosh?'
`Yeah,' he grinned, `gave me another thirty quid, a tenner for each
of us, said there's plenty more if we want it, specially if we can show him
a bit more action.'
`Well, I think we can promise Graham some more of that,' Ewan chipped
in, `come on then, divvy up.'
Smiling wickedly, Paul shoved his hand down the front of his tracky
bottoms, and after a moment it emerged with a small bundle of
banknotes. Seeing my expression, he laughed, and said; `there's holes in
all my pockets, I figured if I stuck it in my pants I wouldn't be able to
lose it.'
`You really do need to get some new clothes,' I said firmly, `even if
your mum does buy most of your gear.'
`Maybe,' he agreed, counting out the warm bank notes, `it can get a
bit draughty cycling along in these.' He handed out the money, stowing his
share back in his pants and then sat back down at the table, leaning back
and looking up at us; `Graham had an idea,' he continued.
`Go on,' Ewan said.
`There's one of his customers has a flat in the Tudor estate, he's
not around much, but he saw my performance last week and he'd like to see
more. He told Graham that we could use his flat if I needed somewhere to do
a photo shoot.'
`The Tudor estate, where's that?' Ewan asked.
`Your side of the common, but a bit further north,' I explained,
`it's that funny looking set of buildings that you can see from the tube. I
think they were built for the film studios, back in the thirties.'
`Yeah,' Paul butted in, `and the cool thing is, Graham says this
bloke has his own gym and access to a private pool. So we could do what we
like in there, and he said we could have a super 8 camera and some film if
we wanted to try it.'
`Sounds good,' I admitted, `What do you think, Ewan? Fancy a bit of
posing in a gym?'
`Just so long as it's not filthy and smelly like the one at school,'
he shuddered theatrically.
`I can't imagine it'll be anything like the school gym,' I said, `but
talking about school, I've had an idea for a scenario too; I was walking
about the corridors, taking some photos for the school magazine, when I
noticed there was a line of boys waiting outside the library. I took a few
shots of them, and then I realised that it was the second years, queuing up
for their medicals.'
`So?' Paul asked.
`Well, I thought that we might take advantage of the library being
laid out for the medicals and use the setting to do our own photo shoot,
what d'you think?'
`It's a bit cheeky, and we'd be in deep shit if we were found out, I
think it's a great idea,' Paul said enthusiastically, `what do you think,
Ewan?'
`Hmm,' he said doubtfully.
`What's the matter?' I asked.
`Just one snag that I can see, apart from the consequences if we get
caught of course.'
`Yeah, what's that?' Paul asked.
`Bodies,' Ewan announced dramatically, `if we're doing this properly,
we need someone to play a medic, we need the people waiting for their
examination and we need someone to take the pictures. I reckon we'd need at
least five to do it and not make it look really phoney.'
`Oh yeah,' Paul said thoughtfully, `I get your drift, here's an idea;
how about we ask Graham to play the doctor?'
`No, I don't think that's such a good idea,' Ewan said hastily,
`anyway, how would we get him into school without anyone noticing?'
`Good point,' Paul agreed, `maybe we should just give up on the idea,
and do something else in the library.'
`Perhaps,' I said slowly, `but don't knock it on the head just yet,
don't forget we've got a powerful persuader.'
`What's that?' Ewan asked.
`We've got access to cash, and I'm sure there are plenty of boys out
there who wouldn't mind getting their cocks out for a few quid. In fact, I
think I might have an idea.'
`Go on,' Ewan said, looking steadily at me.
`Well, you remember when we went to the movies yesterday, and we saw
those two boys from Paul's year mooching around at the tube station?'
`Yeah, what of it?'
`Well, I don't think they were just hanging around because they were
bored.'
`What d'you mean?' Paul interrupted, and sitting up straight.
`Well, I think they were earning a little pocket money.'
`How?' Ewan protested.
`I think they were picking up geezers, taking them across the road to
the taxi rank toilets and presumably giving them a blow job, or wanking
them off.'
`Blimey,' Paul looked startled, `who are you talking about, and are
you sure?'
`I'm pretty sure, it's not hard to spot, and outside the station is a
bit notorious,' I answered.
`Yeah, but who?' Paul pressed insistently.
`It was Bill and Martin from your tutor group,' Ewan said quietly.
`Bill and Martin!' Paul exclaimed, incredulity forcing his voice into
an adolescent squeak.
`Yeah,' I agreed.
`Nah, you've got to be kidding.'
`Think about it, they never seem to have any money, they get free
school dinners and they don't do ever do anything after school or
suchlike.'
`I suppose so,' Paul said dubiously, `they've never mentioned it to
me.'
`Not the sort of thing that you would drop into conversation when
you're hanging about with your mates really,' I said drily.
`Blimey,' Paul suddenly blurted out, `d'you reckon they might be
poofters? They've both been up in my bedroom to look at my girlie mags, but
they didn't try anything on with me.'
`Honestly Paul,' I tried to keep myself from laughing, `I can't
imagine that they are any gayer than you are; they've just been trying to
make a little money. You just found a much better way, that's all.'
`I suppose you're right,' he answered grudgingly, `do you think
they'd be good models, and how d'you think we can ask them without giving
the game away?'
`I don't know,' I answered slowly, `they look pretty much alright
with their clothes on, you've seen them undress in the changing rooms, do
they have any obvious deformities? And you hang out with them some of the
time; it should be possible to try out the idea on them without giving too
much away. Then if you get the right sort of response see if you can
persuade them to pose for you.'
`Hmm, I'm not sure, I can't think there's anything funny about either
of them,' Paul looked uncertain, `I'll think about it, then maybe I'll see
what Graham thinks of the idea.'
`Do me a favour,' I said, `when you head off home, cycle past the
tube station, and if they're there, watch what they're up to. See if you
think I'm right about them, maybe that would give you a way to broach the
subject, and there's nothing funny about it, after all you do it, we all do
it.'
`Yeah, I suppose you're right, I'll do it,' he said slowly, `that
might be a good idea. What do you think about using the flat that Graham
has offered us?'
`It sounds good,' Ewan chipped in, `I'm not really into sport, but it
sounds full of potential, we should do a recce.'
`The guy who owns it is away for a month; Graham says that we can
have a set of keys, and we'd be left completely on our own. The only other
person who has the keys is a woman who comes in once a week to clean, and
she's seen it all before, just as long as we don't leave any evidence of
our activities behind.'
`Ok,' I agreed, `let's take a look at it. Do we want to scout out
round here, see if there's any good locations for us to use?'
`Nah, I don't think so,' Paul said lazily, `we did outdoors big time
when we were on the boat, we've got two new places to think about and if we
can't get it together to do the school session, then we could always do
some pictures at Grahams place.'
`That's true,' Ewan chipped in, `it's not looking great round here,
somehow that;' he gestured at the greasy water slopping about in the canal,
`doesn't turn me on.'
`Oh I don't know,' Paul stretched his legs out, and pulled up the
waist of his tracky bottoms revealing that his cock was hard again.
`You're weird,' I said, `but it's good to see that you have made a
recovery, it's been a pretty intense weekend.'
`Yeah,' he agreed, `it's not often that I don't feel like sex, but I
think I just about reached my limit this week. It felt good though, give me
a day and I'll be raring to go again, my cock thinks it's ready now, but I
reckon my balls are still empty. I didn't even feel like having a wank this
morning.'
`Ah well, the more often you come, the more you can come, but you're
right, you wouldn't want to ruin your earning potential by straining
something,' I said wisely. The arrival of a party of nuns put a stop to our
taking things any further; under normal circumstances I might not have been
so circumspect, but we were all still recovering from our sexual exertions.
We idly watched the penguins passing by, then Paul jumped up, `Well,
I'd best be off, I'll do what you suggest and swing by the station, I'm
still not sure you've got it right about those two, how come we've not
noticed before?'
`How many people at school know about your new career?' I riposted.
`True,' he answered, `I'll go and take a look for myself.' With that,
he grabbed his bike, and cycled off.
I looked at Ewan and shrugged my shoulders, `he's a funny one,' I
said.
`Like you've said before, he's just a bit confused.'
`Ah well, maybe we should head back, make hay while the sun shines,'
I said.
`Eh?' Ewan replied.
`I have to cut the grass, you, on the other hand, as honoured guest
and my best boy, don't have to do anything, just watch me work.'
`I couldn't just do that,' he said, `I'll help you.'
`That would be nice,' I said gratefully, `it should be nice to be out
in the sunshine anyway.' We cycled home and changed into gardening clothes,
I loaned Ewan an old pair of my shorts that were a bit too large for him,
and had to be held up with a bit of old rope, then we went out to do battle
with the grass.
We spent the afternoon in the garden, cutting and raking up the
grass, Ewan decided it might be a good idea to do some watering, and once
we were finished with the mowing, he hauled the garden hose out. I needn't
elaborate, two hot and sweaty shirtless boys and a garden hose, it's a
pretty obvious combination. I'm not sure how much water went on the garden,
but I'm certain that we were both saturated by the time my mother noticed
what we were up to. She didn't scold, as we'd done no harm, just brought us
out a bottle of lemonade each and a couple of towels. We retired to the
back of the garden, where you couldn't be overlooked, and attempted to dry
each other.
`This is no good,' Ewan said, `we'll never get dry like this,'
without further ado he dropped his shorts, and spread a towel out on the
ground. He still had his white tangas on, but these no longer looked
exactly virginal; semi-transparent by nature, and extremely see through now
that they were wet. Not wishing to be left out, I undid my shorts and
peeled them off, I'd swapped my pants for a skimpy jock strap, so my arse
was on display, and the soaking fabric concealed nothing. I sat down on the
towel next to Ewan, who nodded in approval, `that's nice, we'll soon get
dry like this.'
The gentle breeze quickly dried our skin, although the shorts would
take a little longer. We dozed alongside each other in the warm sunshine,
perfectly contented, our bodies touching, until I heard the sound of my
mother calling us in for supper. Sometimes just touching is all you need to
make you happy.
Paul rang me at home that evening; `You were right, I went past the
station on my way back, Bill and Martin were hanging about and I saw Bill
follow a bloke into the toilets. I waited for him to come back, then I went
up and spoke to them; I've invited them back to my place after school
tomorrow. I told them I'd a got a couple of new girlie mags they haven't
seen and we can have a look and crack open a few beers before my folks get
home. After that I popped into Grahams shop too, and got that blokes flat
keys off him, he said he really liked the medical idea; anything that
featured boys in school uniforms would be bound to be very popular, and if
we could get it together it would probably be worth a ton to him. He said
if we needed an advance to get Martin and Bill to play along, then he'd be
happy to stump up some cash.'
`Excellent,' I said, `let me know how you get on.'
School was just as tedious as usual, but I was able to confirm that
the library was still all set up for the medicals, with dull grey canvas
screens, scales and all the usual paraphernalia. I didn't think there would
be a problem making use of it all, as I sometimes did library duty I had
been allowed access to a key, all I had to achieve was a time when we could
slip in and do our photo shoot. Presupposing that Paul was able to rustle
up some more models for us, of course.
Ewan and I had no opportunity to get together until after school,
when we walked back to my place. `I wonder if Paul will have the courage to
ask those two?' I mused.
`I expect he will,' Ewan answered, `he's really got into the idea of
making money these days, and if he says that Graham's offering a hundred
quid for the photos that'll help to concentrate his mind.'
My mother was being annoying; she was in that solicitous frame of mind
that meant that she wouldn't leave us alone. There was nothing to it but to
get on with our homework and to let her coo around us. Still we were able
to get loads out of the way, which would give us more time later in the
week. After we'd eaten our supper we were sitting on the sofa watching the
telly when the phone rang. It was Paul, he sounded excited; `Hi, are you
busy?'
`No, we were just watching TV, why?'
`D'you think you could come over?'
`Probably, I'll have to ask my mum.' As my mother had witnessed that
we'd done all our homework, she didn't really have a good reason to deny
us, and as soon as she'd given us the customary admonitions not to stay out
late on a school night, we were on our bikes and on our way.
Paul let us in, and although his folks were about, we didn't see them
as we followed him up the stairs and into his attic lair.
`Go on then,' I prompted, `how did you get on?'
`Well, I didn't really know what to say to them, so I didn't say
anything at first. We came up here, opened a few beers, and I showed them
the colour telly I'd bought with Grahams money. They seemed quite
impressed, and asked me how come I could afford to buy it, I told them I'd
found an easy way of earning some money, and changed the subject. After a
bit of chat and a couple more beers, Martin asked me about the new girlie
mags I'd told them about. I got my stash out, and they pounced on the
mags. I'd been a bit clever; knowing that they'd want to have a nose, and I
had slipped a few prints you'd taken of me into one of the mags. Just like
we'd done with the contact prints up in the Lake District.
`Which pics did you choose?' Ewan asked.
`Oh, just some underwear shots, nothing too strong, although I'd made
sure that they were all ones where you could see I had a hard-on.'
`So, did they find them?' I asked.
`They'd spread my collection out on the floor and knelt down to see
them closer, I've a couple of new ones that I knew they hadn't seen
yet. Bill picked up one of them, and stood up to get a better look at it in
the light, as he flipped through the pages the prints slipped out and fell
to the floor, landing in front of Martin. "Ay, Ay, what's this?" he said,
picking them up, and checking them out, "these are you, aren't they?" he
asked me.
`Uh-huh,' I agreed.
"Here, let me see," Bill said, grabbing the pics from his friend.
"What's this all about?" Martin asked.
`This is how come I can afford to buy a colour telly,' I answered.
"What, you do modelling for porno mags," Bill gasped.
`Sort of,' I agreed, `I started off doing the pics for fun, just to
impress the girls, and then I discovered that there were people who would
to pay real money for them, and since then I've been doing loads of this
sort of stuff for a firm that makes sexy underwear.'
"How much money do you get for it?" Martin asked.
`It depends, at least a tenner for each set of pics, and they've
offered twice that if we do anything with a bit of a story to it, basically
the way it work is; the more they see, the more they'll pay.'
"Who's we?" they demanded.
`There's a couple of other boys at school who I've posed with, why do
you ask?'
"Just curious, do we know them? So, let me get this straight, all you
have to do is pose about somewhere warm and clean, get a stiffy in some
pants, and you get given a tenner for it?"
I nodded, `it's not quite as simple as that, but that is basically
it.'
"We're certainly not as good at making money as you," Bill admitted,
"I've never done better than a quid a time, and it can be much harder
work."
`Just don't spread it around, I've worked out what you two do to make
a few bob,' I said, `you keep shtum about this, and your secret'll be safe
with me.'
"Do you think they might ever want any more models?" Martin asked,
"The money sounds good, I'm not ashamed of my body, and Bill's happy to get
his kit off at every available opportunity."
`I could ask, I suppose. You'd need to let them see some pics though,
sort of like an audition.'
"Oh," they looked crestfallen.
`Is that a problem?'
"Haven't got a camera and don't see how we'd be able to get some
pictures done even if I did," Martin said, "oh well, it was a nice idea."
`Don't give up just yet, I might just be able to help you,' I said,
taking the camera from a drawer and showing them, `I've got a film in here,
I could shoot some pictures for you, and then we could develop and print
them in the darkroom at school, that's what we do now. How about it?'
`Blimey,' Ewan said, `did you get them to do it?'
Paul just smiled and tossed me over a roll of film. `Go on,' I
prompted.
Bill and Martin conferred together, "We're up for it," Martin said,
"how do you want to play this? Shall we to do it now, and d'you want us
together or separately?"
`Now is good, we've still got plenty of time before anyone else gets
home. I don't know, do you do often do stuff together, it's a bit queer
isn't it?'
"We have been known to wank off over a mag together," Bill grinned,
"sometimes it feels better than doing it on your own, and we all need to
come after all, don't you ever have a wank?"
`Course I do,' I answered, `just wondered if you were poofters.'
"Nah, just we don't know any girls who'll put out, so we have to take
what chances are offered to us."
We'd come back here straight after school, and Bill and Martin were
still dressed in their uniforms. "What shall we do then?" Martin asked.
`I dunno, you need to use your imagination, but how about you strip
each other out of your school gear, pose about in your pants for a bit
(they do seem to expect that), then eyes down for a bit of wanking and bobs
your uncle. It's important that we see you come, as well.'
`So, did they do it?' Ewan asked again.
`Yep, but you'll have to wait `til the film is developed to see what
they were like though,' Paul grinned evilly.
`Don't worry,' I said, `I'll see if I can get the darkroom tomorrow.'
`Oh,' Ewan groaned in disappointment, `I was just getting interested,'
he indicated the rather prominent bulge in his shorts.
`Mmm, I can see that,' I answered, putting my hand out and delicately
stroking his stiffy through the soft nylon fabric.
Any thoughts I might have had of going a little further were abruptly
stopped by the rattle of the attic ladder, followed shortly after by the
round and cheery face of Pauls little brother, `what are you talking
about?' he demanded.
`None of your business,' Paul answered, `bugger off and leave us
alone,' he picked up a shoe and hefted it meaningfully.
`Mum,' the kid bellowed, `Paul's being nasty to me again.'
`Oh shit,' Paul said, `the little sod's been winding me up all
evening, especially since I wouldn't tell him what I'd been doing with Bill
and Martin.'
`Mum,' little brother continued, `Paul's swearing again.'
`I think maybe we should beat a retreat,' I said quietly, `don't want
your folks getting awkward with us when we've got so much to do.' We made
our way down the ladder, pushing past Pauls brother at the bottom. Pauls
mum was already puffing up the stairs in response to the summons, `Hi Mrs
W, ` I said politely, `we were just going, sorry if we've caused a
problem.'
`No, you're ok, it's just those two fighting again, Paul had some
other friends round earlier, and wouldn't let his brother come up and play
with them. Honestly, you boys, I don't know what you're up to half of the
time, if you're not fighting, then you're locking yourselves in your
rooms. Still, I'm sure I don't want to know really.'
`It's probably better that way,' I agreed, `it's just boy stuff
though, you know, games and secret clubs.'
`Yeah, you boys and your secrets, I expect that it's all very dull
really.'
`You're probably right, but it keeps us happy,' I said, `anyway, we'd
best head off, Ewan's staying at mine while his dad is in America, and my
mum'll be wondering where we are.'
`Ok you two, you can let yourselves out while I go and referee this
fight.'
`Good night then, see you later Paul,' I shouted up the ladder, a
muffled response indicating that he had heard me.
I have to admit that I was intrigued and quite turned on by the notion
of Pauls photographs, and I was delighted to discover that the darkroom was
free after school as well. Monday was sports day for Pauls year, so he was
off the premises, Ewan too had said he'd come and find me at home later as
he had to stay late to finish something off in his woodwork class. I had
brought the film we'd exposed that Saturday morning as well, after all it
doesn't take any longer to process two than one. So I was all by myself in
the darkroom as I loaded the films and went through the familiar routine of
developing them. Once the films were developed and fixed, I set them to
rinse and ducked out of the darkroom to get a drink of water, making sure
the door was locked behind me, of course.
The films, once I'd taken them off the spindle and hung them in the
drying cabinet, looked satisfactorily dark, and indistinct shapes were
beginning to show. Once they were dry, I identified the one Paul had taken
and carefully chopped it into usable sections; already I could see the
negative images of the two boys. I could feel my cock thickening up in
anticipation as I went about my task. I quickly printed off a set of
contact prints, eager to see what Paul had achieved, as I squinted at the
tiny pictures I absently rubbed at my now fully erect cock. By the look of
things, we had struck gold, the new boys were both brazen and
unselfconscious, and Paul would appear to have excelled himself; producing
a set of images that looked by anybodies standards to be well framed and
carefully judged.
I decided to go for it and do a quick set of prints; the first few
images were straightforward enough, the two boys standing close by in their
school uniforms, gazing straight into the camera. After a couple of shots
they'd chucked away their blazers, kicked off their shoes and socks and
pressed more closely together; Martin sliding his arm round Bills
shoulders, Bill doing the same round the taller boys' hips.
They progressed to a little exploratory undressing; the boys facing
each other, and unbuttoning the others school shirt, until finally they
were left, shirtless, dressed only in their school trousers. Martin had
knelt down, turning Bills back to the camera and had begun to stroke his
hands over the rounded curves of the other boys butt. In the next shots he
had stood up and they faced each other again, their crotches pressing
together and once more gazing straight into the camera lens.
For the next sequence they'd turned, facing front again, and for the
first time they touched each other's crotches, Bill carefully exploring the
outline of Martins stiffness through his grey school trousers, Martin
tugging up Bills' waistband to show off his erection and then grasping it
firmly through the fabric. In the next picture they had plunged their hands
down the front of the others trousers, the outline of their knuckles
visible through the cloth as they continued to explore each other. Paul
had, by now, got close in to his subjects, and managed to get very good
close-ups of what their hands were doing.
Finally, they began to discard the trousers, Bill kneeling down this
time and solemnly pulling down Martins zip, unbuttoning the waistband and
gently tugging the trousers down. Martin was dressed in a pair of white
cotton slips, quite possibly a couple of sizes too small for him, as his
package was bulging obscenely in them, and a line of dark pubic hair was
peaking out over the top of the waistband. He leaned back, and Bill put up
a hand and cupped it round his balls, this helped to emphasise the rigid
column of his cock as it dressed off to the left, Paul had once again
managed to get a close-up. Although it was hard to tell his proportions
from the photograph, it certainly appeared that Dame Nature had been quite
generous when she was dishing out Martins genitals.
Now it was time for Bill to get his trousers off; Martin sat on a
chair, his legs spread wide and the elastic of his pants struggling to
contain his manhood. Bill turned his back to the camera once more, and
Martin carefully pulled his trousers down. Bills pants were white as well
(as has been said many times in this narrative, white was the default
colour of boys underwear back then, anything else was quite unusual), and
looked to be made of smooth nylon, judging by the way they clung to his
rounded buttocks. Although he wasn't at all fat, Bill was much stockier
than his friend; maybe he just hadn't yet lost his soft curves on entering
puberty. Martin pushed a hand through between Bills legs, stroking the
inside of his thighs and exploring the soft material covering the other
boys' cheeks. When Bill finally turned to face the camera, the bulge in his
pants, though not apparently as substantial as Martins, was nonetheless
pretty respectable, jutting straight out in front, and holding the material
of his y-fronts away from his body; the outline of his cock head plainly
visible through the rather inadequate nylon.
Paul had clearly taken my lecturing about the erotic potential of
keeping things covered up to heart, and in the next set of images Martin
and Bill demonstrated just how much you could reveal while still wearing
your pants. Firstly Bill sat down on Martins lap, the hard column of
Martins manhood pressing into his crack, his own stiffy jutting out in
front of him, with Martins hand resting comfortably on it. Then they got
down on the ground, Martin lying on his back, and Bill crouched alongside,
his fingers lightly stimulating the tip of the taller boys cock, whilst
with his other hand, he was stroking his own erection. Paul had got down
low, and took a shot through Bills legs as he bent over his friend, the
pressure of Bills hard-on had pulled the fabric of his pants away from his
body and the fuzzy dark hair on his balls showed clearly.
Bill then got right on top, grinding his erection into Martins crotch,
his legs splayed and his cheeks clenched. For the next picture, Bill was
lying on his back, and Martin had slipped his hand down the front of his
pants, the outline of his clenched fingers demonstrating that he was
grasping the other boys' penis. In the same pose, Paul had snapped a close
up of Bills hand as he continued to stroke his pals cock head, a sizeable
damp patch beginning to show in the thin white cotton. In the last of this
mini set, the two boys sat up, their legs splayed wide, and their different
packages side by side, as if for inspection. In the final group, the boys
were kneeling, facing each other, and pulled gently on the waistbands of
each other's pants, in the first pic nothing showed, just a hint of pubic
hair, and the curve of their balls. In the second, their cocks were free at
last; Martins was quite long and slim, his balls were big and only lightly
covered in hair, Bill, on the other hand, was a whole lot
shorter, but very thick and he was quite hairy, he was also
circumcised, which came as a bit of a surprise, as I think his was the
first circumcised cock I had ever seen erect.
Now that they had revealed all, the boys stood up, and Paul got a
picture of Martin hauling Bills pants down, revealing his cute arse to the
camera. Bill returned the favour and the pair, naked and blatantly
unashamed, their cocks jutting out aggressively; faced the camera in a
reprise of their earlier clothed shot. In the next shot, each one was
holding the others cock, and smiling into the camera.
Paul must have realised that he was running short of film, because we
went straight from that image to one of the pair kneeling side by side,
their cocks looking hotter and wetter, as they wanked over a photo, a
picture that I recognised as one of mine; Paul lying in the bath, his
erection barely contained in a wet pair of tom and jerry nylon pants. In
the last picture, they had both come, and the picture was a sticky mess,
buried under their combined spunk.
I had to admit I was very impressed, both with Pauls efforts, he had
come such a long way since his first attempts to take his own picture with
a Polaroid, the failure of which had brought us to the present, and our own
little pornographic cottage industry. An industry whose roster of
performers would appear to have expanded by a factor of two, if Bill and
Martin were going to join us. I was also very taken with Bill and Martin,
they seemed to be very much at ease in front of the camera, and they
displayed that combination of innocence and self-knowledge that I found
very sexy. So, if all went according to plan, we had just to set ourselves
up for a shoot in the library, and away we go.
Looking at my watch, I realised that I would never get the other set
printed up, so I decided to take what I had done over to Graham, and see
what he thought of them. The shop was empty of customers when I went in,
come to think of it, I don't think I'd ever seen another shopper in
there. Graham emerged from the back room when he heard the ding of the shop
bell, and smiled with genuine pleasure when he recognised me, `Hi there,'
he said, `to what do I owe the pleasure?'
`We did a test shoot with a couple of possible new models, and wondered
if you thought they'd do? I've just printed up their pictures.'
`You guys amaze me, you've got so much energy, when do you ever find
the time to do any school work?'
`To be honest I don't think Paul does,' I answered, `as for the rest of
us, we just have to fit it in.'
`Well I'm very glad you do, I'm hearing nothing but praise of you these
days, your work has some serious fans you know.'
`Wow, that's great,' I blushed, `we only started doing it for fun after
all. Paul thought it would be a good way to get the girls.'
`Yeah,' Graham said, `that's what he told me too, and he's not entirely
wrong, there are some women among his audience who'd dearly love to get
their hands on his cock, not just their hands actually. My friend Ruth was
very taken with him.'
`Yeah, Paul has mentioned her; I think he was pretty taken with her
too. Anyway, d'you want to see these pics?' Graham nodded, locked the front
door and once more we went through to the fitting room, which looked
unchanged to me. I handed over the thick envelope to him, and he tipped it
out onto the dais. When he picked up the first couple of pictures for a
closer inspection, I heard him gasp slightly. `Is there a problem?' I
asked.
`No, no,' he stammered, `it's just that I think I may have seen these
boys somewhere before.'
`Really,' I said, feigning surprise.
`Yes, I can't think where though.'
`Possibly up at the tube station, although they're in Pauls tutor
group, they seem to hang out there rather a lot, that's how we decided they
might be up for a little light pornography.'
`Oh, yeah, I must have seen them when I'm on my way home, you say
they're up there a lot.'
`It would appear so,' I agreed, `don't worry, we'll not bring them
here, and we've not told them who you are, just that we've got a market for
photos.'
`That's a relief,' he grinned shakily, `we have to be so discrete, I
think I may have bumped into one of these boys before and I wouldn't want
him to know who I am.'
`No problem, all they are interested in is making some money, and since
we can pay is so much more than they get sucking someone off in a filthy
toilet, I don't think it'll be an issue. They practically bit Pauls hand
off when he suggested it to them.'
`Ok,' Graham said, pulling a hankie out of his pocket and wiping his
shiny brow, `let's have a look at them then.' He examined the pictures in
silence, giving each one a careful scrutiny, when he was done, he placed
the last print down on the pile and sighed, `Ah, boys, how uncomplicated it
all is for you.'
`What do you think?' I asked.
`Did you take these?' he replied.
`No, Paul did, last night, why?'
`I just thought they didn't quite have your usual photographic flair,'
he said.
`He's miles better that he used to be,' I defended my friend stoutly,
`anyway, these weren't really meant for public consumption, he shot them as
a test so that we could work out if Bill and Martin were going to be any
good as models.'
`Yes, of course, I understand,' Graham answered, `which one is which?'
`Bill is the dark haired one with the circumcised cock, and Martin is
the taller one with the curly blonde hair,' I said, `but you haven't said
if you thought we should use them.'
`Sorry,' he apologised, `I got a bit distracted for a moment; it's nice
to be able to put a name to a face. You should definitely use them, I think
the fact that some of the people who'll be looking at the pictures might
have seen them around, will add a frisson to the whole experience. Also, it
might be a good idea to try and get them to play their age down a bit when
you take their pictures though.'
`We had a school medicals shoot in mind,' I answered, `that's why we
thought we'd need a couple more people, otherwise it might just have looked
a bit silly, and it's not hard to look young when you're only dressed in a
vest and pants.'
`Paul mentioned it, I did wonder what you were going to do, anyway,
that'd be perfect. I think you've found two more excellent models, d'you
know if they are a couple?'
`Don't think so, they're just mates, and a bit skint.'
`Ah, I see,' he said slowly, `that's good, maybe you could get them to
do some solo sets too? I'd love to see a bit more of Martin and I think
lots of other people would too, Bill's quite cuddly, there's always a
market for that.'
`I can certainly ask them; somehow I get the feeling that they'd not
have any problems with it, did you have something in mind for them?'
`No, not yet,' he said, `though it'd be nice to see them modelling some
of our pants.'
`Hmm, there might be a problem getting measured up,' I said,
`especially if you want to stay anonymous.'
`Yes, I can see that, perhaps you could measure Martin, and his friend
Bill too?'
`Don't see why not,' I grinned, `what shall I tell them you're
offering?'
`Suppose I could go to twenty quid each for a solo set if you come up
with something special,' Graham said thoughtfully, `a tenner if they're
just having a wank.'
`Fair enough,' I said, `but I haven't even spoken to him yet, or Bill.'
`Well,' Graham spoke slowly, `give them this for now, I know the pics
aren't quite as sharp as usual, but the intentions are good, and I know
they'll be a great asset. We can still use them as a bit of a taster.' He
handed me two tenners and three fivers; `a fiver each for you three, the
others are for the new boys, we want them to be keen. Oh, and you might as
well take this too,' He handed me a measuring tape, `can you remember how I
measured you?'
`Yeah, no problem' I said, `I'll go and see if I can find them now, I
think I can guess where they might be. I'd better take these pics with me
to show them though, I'll be doing a proper printing session later this
week and spend a little more time to do you some better ones.'
`Ok,' the older man said, `thanks for showing them to me, I'm really
impressed, and looking forward to seeing more, not just of those two, but
also of you and Ewan. Paul showed me some of your older stuff, you two
really are quite an item aren't you.'
`Yeah,' I blushed, `don't tell Paul though, he thinks we're play
acting.'
`Your secret is safe with me,' he grinned, `although it's pretty bloody
obvious to anyone who looks at you.'
`It really turns Paul on too, in the other film I've just developed he
had us snogging and everything.'
`Everything?' he raised an eyebrow.
`Everything,' I agreed, `one or two surprises there I promise, but
you'll have to wait and see, I haven't even done a contact print yet.'
`That'll be something to look forward to then,' he agreed.
`Right, I'm off to find our new stars and see what they think,' I said
cheerily, as I headed towards the door.
`See you later,' Graham replied.
I left the shop, and headed off towards the tube station, by now it was
heading towards the rush hour and I guessed that our two newest models
might be attempting to earn a little pocket money after sport. There was no
one visible by the bus stop as I trudged up the hill but that didn't
surprise me. I propped myself against the railings and waited; sure enough,
after a couple of minutes a man came out of the taxi drivers toilet and
without looking back walked quickly away. A moment or two later Martin
emerged from the shack and tossing his hair back, crossed the road to where
I was standing, he was dressed in a white polo shirt and black track suit
bottoms, thankfully the latter were somewhat smarter than the ones Paul
habitually wore.
`Watcha,' was his uncouth and slightly aggressive greeting.
`Hi,' I answered, `I've come to bring you something.'
`Oh yeah,' he asked, `what's that then?'
`This,' I replied, handing him a ten pound note.
He snatched it from my hand, `what's this for?'
I flapped the envelope of prints at him; `think of it as a reward for
these and an investment in your future work.'
Martin flushed red, `I guess you must be one of the other boys Paul
mentioned then. So he wasn't just winding us up to get a free sex show.'
`Yeah, that's right, and I printed up your little session after school,
d'you want to see them?'
`Uh, yeah, I suppose so, not out here though.'
`No, that mightn't be a good idea,' I agreed, `where shall we go?'
`It'll have to be my office,' he smiled, `I don't think there's anybody
using it at the moment.'
We crossed the road to the toilet, it was a bit murky, and stank,
Martin lead me over to the far cubicle and beckoned me in. I have to admit
that this was my first experience of cottaging, even at second hand, and it
made me realise how badly the boys must need the money we were offering
them. I did feel quite turned on to be jammed in a toilet with another boy,
especially with one I knew was more than happy to get his kit off, for me
or for anyone who'd pay him. I handed the pictures over to Martin, who
carefully slid the wedge of pictures into his hand and began to inspect
them.
`These don't look too bad,' he grinned, waving a picture at me, `we
enjoyed doing it too, although I wasn't completely certain that he had a
film in the camera.'
`I can see that, the camera likes you. You weren't bothered about
getting your kit off in front of Paul?'
`Nah, I was a bit worried that I had really manky old pants on, since
he said that the right pants were important.'
`Your pants were fine,' I reassured, `they do look like they're about
two sizes too small, but that just made you appear to be a bit younger,
which is a good thing, trust me.'
`I'll try and find something better for next time, that's if there is a
next time?' he asked anxiously.
`If you and Bill are up for it, then there certainly can be, in fact, I
have a couple of possibilities; the reason Paul spoke to you in the first
place was that we wanted to do a photo session at school, and we needed at
least two more boys to make it seem convincing.'
`At school, that sounds risky.'
`There's always a risk,' I said, `but in this case it'd be in the
library, and we can lock ourselves in.'
`Ah, now I get it, while it's all set up for medicals.'
`Yup, that's right, saves us having to find a location when there's one
already set up for us.'
`You said there's a couple of possibilities?'
`Yeah, the geezer who bankrolls us thought you were very photogenic,
and said he'd be very interested to see a solo set from you, and one from
Bill too, if you fancied it.'
`Sure, I'm up for it, how much is he paying?'
`Not less than a tenner, he said there maybe more if you are creative.'
`What do you mean?'
`I'm not sure what he meant, but he's quite generous when he sees
something he likes.'
`Paul said he's an agent for a company that makes fancy underpants,
maybe if I modelled in some of those he'd cough up some more dough, what
d'you think?'
`I think you might have to do a little more than just that, but you're
heading in the right direction. In fact, I know he'd like you to model his
pants, but you need to be measured first.'
`Blimey, what's so complicated about these pants?' he asked.
`I don't really know, but he does make such a big thing of it, I think
it's because they're very carefully tailored,' I explained, `we've all been
measured, it's no big deal, and they are really nice to wear.'
`Ok, I can do that, should I go and see him?'
`No, it's ok, I can measure you, if you don't mind that is?'
`No of course not, when d'you want to do it?'
`I could do it now if you like, I've a tape in my pocket.'
`Ok, where do you want me?'
`I don't think there's enough room for me to kneel down in here,' I
said, looking at the disgusting floor.
`Oh, you'd be surprised,' Martin laughed.
I laughed too, realising what a fatuous thing I'd just said, `maybe so,
but how about you jump up on the bog seat so I've got room to write the
measurements down.'
`Ok,' the boy said, and following my instructions he stood on the seat,
`do I need to take my top off?'
`Not if you don't want to.'
Martin pulled the polo shirt off in one swift movement, and hung it on
the cistern; revealing his pale chest, his nipples were dark and quite
hard, whether because it was chilly in there or he was getting turned on, I
wasn't sure.
`You'll need to lose your trackies,' I said.
Martin nodded, `you can do it for me, you're nearer,' he said.
`Ok,' I put my hands up to his waistband and slowly pulled his trousers
down, feeling the warmth radiating from his body on the backs of my hands
as I did so. He was wearing another pair of undersized white cotton pants,
and although he wasn't hard, I could see that they weren't very successful
at containing his package; once again his pubes were peeking out over the
waistband. I measured his waist, carefully making a note on the envelope;
`it has become a traditional requirement for sir to remove his
undergarments,' I said, sotto voce.
Martin giggled, `Ok, go for it.'
Once again I put my hands up to his waistband, and carefully pulled his
pants free, his semi-tumescent cock flopped free, with his balls tucked up
tight and round underneath. I measured round his thighs, allowing the backs
of my hands to brush against the soft hairs on his balls just as Grahams
had against mine. Finally, I measured a line from the top of his pubes,
round between his legs and up to where his waistband should sit. By now his
cock was starting to swell, and I was starting to feel sorely tempted, not
to mention more than a little bit horny myself. Suddenly we heard the door
to the toilets slam open, followed by quick footsteps, a moment later, the
cubicle next to ours was occupied and I could hear the sounds of a belt
being urgently unbuckled. I looked up at Martin, still perched on the
toilet seat, his pants and trousers round his ankles, and the stiff column
of his penis projecting towards me; he winked and put a finger to his lips.
It gradually dawned on me that the sounds from the adjacent cubicle
were not recognisably those of a man having an urgent dump; a sudden groan,
and then what was obviously a sucking noise made me realise that there was
some trade going on. I caught Martins eye again, he grinned naughtily and
leaned forward, forcing me to catch him round the waist. His cock bumped
against my shirt as he pressed his hips into me, and I could smell the hot
scent of his arousal as my hands savoured his warm boy flesh. He whispered
in my ear; `Go on.'
With one hand softly exploring the luscious orbs of his butt, I took
hold of his fully erect cock with the other; his dick hot and firm in my
grasp as I slowly began to wank him. I timed my strokes to coincide with
the rhythm of the muffled noises issuing from the next cubicle, and Martin
leaned back against my hand, clearly enjoying the role reversal. It soon
became obvious from the groans and gasps that things were heading for a
climax next door, and I started taking longer, harder and faster strokes on
the boys penis; by now his foreskin was fully retracted back over the
redness of his cock head and a steady dribble of pre-cum was issuing from
his glans.
It was just a matter of judgement, and as I guessed that our neighbours
were about to finish, I speeded up my efforts; Martin leaned back, and jets
of spunk erupted from his cock splattering the walls of the cubicle, just
as we heard the last moments from the others. As the last splodges of come
trickled from Martins cock, I heard the sound of a zip, a belt buckle and
the rustle of paper, then the cubicle door opened; the man washed his hands
and left.
I shook the last drops of come off the end of Martins cock, I wasn't
quite ready to give him the `come brothers' treatment and carefully pulled
his pants back up, tucking his red and sticky organ back into the
undersized garment.
`Thanks,' he whispered, `I enjoyed that, do you want me to do you? It'd
be a freebie.'
I snorted indignantly, `I should bloody well hope so.'
Martin lazily pulled his shirt back on, and leaned down to pull up his
track suit, just at that moment there was a loud bang on the door and a
hoarse whisper; `All right you two, this is the police, come out with your
hands down and your cocks up. Oy, Martin, that you in there?'
`Bill,' he said to me, in answer to my unspoken enquiry, `yeah it's me.'
`What're you doing?'
`Just been doing a bit of paperwork,'
`You going to let me in?' Instead of answering, Martin jumped down off
the toilet seat, and we both came out of the cubicle. `Oh, it's you,' Bill
said, unenthusiastically, `what have you two been doing?'
`We've been looking at some pictures together,' Martin said, `here, you
take a gander at these.'
He passed Bill the envelope, and the other boy took the pictures out
and gazed at them; `that was quick,' he said, then, `So is this the geezer
Paul was going on about when he told us there was someone who'd pay for
nudie modelling?'
`Not as such,' Martin answered.
`So what's he doing here then?'
`I came here to discuss the possibility of you doing some more
pictures,' I butted in.
`What, so you can have a free wank over us, just as Paul did after we'd
left his place?' he said truculently.
`Umm, I think you ought to calm down,' Martin said, and waved the tenner
at him; `look, we got given some money up front, or behind, if you prefer.'
Bill grabbed the note, `that's more like it,' he said, `when do we
start?'
`Actually, that money was just for Martin,' I said.
`What,' he looked enraged again, `didn't I pass the audition?'
`No,' I continued, `no one is trying to put one over on you, I just
meant that I had a tenner for each of you.'
`Oh,' Bills anger vanished as quickly as it had come, `that's ok then.'
I handed the remaining bank note to Martin, as Bill was showing no sign
of relinquishing the other one.
`Thanks,' he smiled, `don't worry about him, he's just convinced the
world is trying to do him down.'
`Oy,' Bill protested, `I am still here you know.'
`So,' I said, `how do you feel about doing another session?'
`If he's in, I'm definitely in,' Bill said, `although won't your bloke
be bored with another set of wanking pictures.'
`There's always a market for wanking pics,' I said, 'but there'd need to
be a couple of differences this time.'
`Go on.'
`First off, there'd be a bit of a story.'
`They want to do it in the school library, while it's still set up for
the medicals,' Martin butted in.
`and secondly, there'd be more than just the two of you,' I carried on.
`What, so who else would there be?' Bill demanded.
`There'd be me, Paul and another boy; Paul would be playing the medic,
I'd be taking the pictures and the other boy would, like you two, be one of
the ones waiting to have the medical.'
`Is he that blonde third year that we saw you with at the weekend?'
Martin asked.
`Yeah, why?' I answered.
`No reason, was that what you were doing then, recruiting him too?'
`No, he's been modelling for ages, so has Paul, but then you've already
seen some of Pauls pictures.'
`Oh yeah,' Bill blushed, `we spunked all over one.'
`So you did,' I grinned, `so, are you in?'
`Yeah, I guess so,' Bill said, looking at his friend, `how much?'
`That depends,' I said, `if we manage to do a really good set, then it
could be as much as twenty each, otherwise it'll just be a tenner again.'
`What d'you mean by a really good set?' Martin asked.
`Hard to define,' I answered, `but I guess what I mean is that everyone
looks as though they're enjoying themselves, and it doesn't look too
posed. That, and everyone has loads of spunk too.'
`That doesn't sound too difficult, Bill here is a one man spunk
machine,' said Martin.
`Well that's very good, we'll look forward to seeing him in action,' I
said, `all we need to do now is agree a time to do it, and then we're away.
`What are we going to wear?' Bill asked.
`Just normal school uniform for you two, you'll be aiming to look
younger than your age, so if you have something like baggy old white school
y-fronts and a vest, then that'd be good. Paul's the tallest of all of us,
so that's why he gets to play the doctor. To be honest, the pants you were
wearing for the pics you've done already were pretty good, just so long as
everyone isn't wearing the same. If you could bring something to change
into with you just in case, then I'm sure we'll be fine. Things sometimes
get a little messy anyway, so it's not a bad idea to have something else to
put on afterwards.'
`Ok,' said Martin, `when will we do it, and how will you let us know?'
`It'll have to be this week, the library's still set up as they're
scheduled to continue the medicals next week, I'll catch you in school and
let you have a days warning. In the meantime, no more wanking, save all
your sperms for the pictures.'
`Slave driver,' Martin grinned, `are we to be allowed no small pleasures
at all?'
`Think of the money,' Bill said.
`True,' his friend agreed, `maybe I will be able to keep my hands off it
for a couple of days. It's quite a turn-on though, thinking about what we
might do.'
`Well, try not to think too hard then,' I spoke firmly, `and if you must
have a wank, try not to come. Anyway, I must get home, I've homework to do,
and stuff to plan.' Not to mention my lover, I thought, although I didn't
say anything out loud.
`Alright then, we'll be seeing you in school,' Martin said, `and thanks
for thinking of us, it sure beats giving blowjobs in this filthy toilet.'
`Yeah, I second that,' Bill said, `sorry if I gave you a hard time, I'm
just not used to people doing me a favour.'
`Well, just you be sure and be hard when the time comes,' I smiled, `and
all grumpiness will be forgiven. Oh and Bill, I need to measure you for
your pants, but not now I'm afraid. See you later.'
`See you,' they chorused, and with that they headed off towards the
chippy. I headed home, where I found my lover was already waiting for me,
we locked ourselves in the bedroom and I told him the whole story while he
was looking at the pictures.
`That's so cool,' Ewan said, `so they're up for it.'
`Yeah, once I'd managed to persuade them that I wasn't trying to stitch
them up, they were really keen.'
`I suppose I'd better make sure I don't come before then either,' he
said, looking glum.
`Maybe, it's not fair to ask them to do something we're not prepared to
do ourselves. I'll abstain too, as long as we can still have a snog of
course.'
`You don't have to,' the boy said, `but it would be nice to think that
we're all suffering together.'
`I have to persuade Paul, but even he might see the point, and
realistically, it might only have to be for a couple of days.'
`Oh, so you do have an idea when we might do it.'
`Yeah, I was thinking about it, the only bits of the school that can
overlook the library aren't used on Wednesday afternoons, I know that's the
day you're supposed to be off doing sport down at the playing fields, and
the others will need to bunk off woodwork or whatever they have that
afternoon. I'll work out a way to get you off games, and then away we go,
play time for boys. You'll need to pop home and pick up some old school
undies as well.'
`Ok, that sounds like a plan,' he smiled, `by the way, these pics are
really good, Paul is getting better, shame I'm getting a hard on, and
nothing to do with it.'
`Oh, you tempter,' I moaned, `it's going to be difficult, but it'll be
worth it.'
`Graham seems to have taken a bit of a shine to the new boys,' Ewan
said, diplomatically changing the subject.
`Yeah, I know, he looked really startled when he first saw the pics,
especially when he realised that he knew Martin, he was terrified that I
might bring him to the shop. Once I'd calmed him down he was mad keen to
see more of him.'
`Ah, I guess he must be one of their customers,' said Ewan.
`That's what I assumed,' I agreed, `but then he said he'd pay for Martin
to do a solo set, and if he thought it was a good one, he'd pay double. I
suspect that among his clientèle he isn't the only one who might recognise
Martin, or Bill for that matter.'
`Doesn't matter though, they never have to meet.'
`Probably better kept that way, I think Graham needs to be quite
secretive, the last thing he needs is two loose mouthed boys blabbing about
his little porn empire.'
`So,' Ewan asked, `do you think you're going to do a solo set for
Martin?'
`He does seem to be very interested, a bit less enthusiasm for Bill I
noticed,' I admitted, `I suppose so, although I really don't know what to
do with him.'
`I know, Martin plays on the cricket team doesn't he?'
`I believe so, why?'
`Well the one area where we haven't really ventured, is sport, basically
because none of us are very interested in it. So, why don't you get Martin
to do something sporty, you could use the gym at that blokes flat, and that
would get us out of having to pretend we know what to do in a gym.'
I laughed; `you are a genius, I could kiss you.'
`Steady,' he grinned, leaning over to give me the kiss anyway.
The next day crawled past; once it became clear that Wednesday was going
to be the day I'd persuaded my mum to write a note to get Ewan off
games. She had only given in once I had explained to her that we wanted to
finish off his canal project, and that was the only afternoon we could get
access to the darkroom. It was always necessary to drop these little
bombshells as late as possible onto the PE staff, as they had it in their
heads that no-one should ever miss a sports session, and were quite capable
of pushing him onto the bus anyway.
I had left Paul and the other two boys to make their own arrangements to
get free; they were all professional at skiving and I knew that it would
present them with no real difficulties. We'd agreed that I'd go first and
occupy the library, and everyone would just make their own way there after
lunch.
So, come the day, I'd opened up the library, and after loading my camera
and getting the rest of the films ready, I put my camera bag into a quiet
corner, and waited. The room was still set out as I had last seen it; in a
bay out of sight of the door there was a chair faced with a set of scales,
a device for measuring height, and a substantial table on which was laid
out various bits of medical paraphernalia; disposable gloves, tissues,
thermometer and so on. Between this and the waiting area was a set of
scruffy and inadequate grey screens. Those awaiting their examination were
supplied with a set of gym benches to sit on; once they were undressed they
could hang their clothes on one of several ugly wooden coat racks that were
dotted about the place. The medical nurse had kindly left her white lab
coat draped over the back of the chair, and I snaffled it, ready for Paul.
I was dressed in a pair of black cords, and a white shirt, just in case
I happened to creep into shot, as for my undies, I had opted to wear a
yellow g-string, I wasn't meant to be an active participant in the session,
but I didn't think of any reason why I shouldn't feel sexy while I was
taking the pictures.
For once Paul was the first to arrive, banging on the door to be let in,
his deplorable school bag draped over his shoulder, `Hi,' he said, `has
no-one else got here yet?'
`No, not yet,' I replied, `but that's good, it gives us time to get you
sorted out before the others get here.'
`How d'you mean?'
`Well, you're meant to look a bit more like a grown up than the others.'
`That's ok,' he said, `I brought some jeans and a tie, I figured they'd
look alright with a lab coat.'
`Yeah, after all, by the time you've got into the pics, no one will be
caring how old you are. Better get your jeans on then, I've got the coat
here.'
Paul went over to the benches and unceremoniously stripped down to his
shirt and pants, hanging his blazer on a coat hook.
'Uh-oh,' I said, giving him a meaningful look.
'What?'
'You know when I said people were supposed to wear baggy old school
y-fronts?'
'Yeah?'
'I meant all the others, you're being the grown up, you're supposed to
be different.'
'It's ok, I've got it covered,' Paul said, pulling off the grungy white
nylon briefs that had so offended my eyes. He rummaged in his school bag
and pulled out a carrier bag; 'I brought a couple of choices, I've got a
g-string here, or some pants, which d'you think?'
'Show me,' I asked. Paul handed me the bag, the string was one of the
French ones, a soft red colour, and the pants were made by our sponsors; a
mini brief, pale gold and seamless with a slim black waistband, cut very
high on the hips. 'I think it had better be these,' I said, waving the
pants at him, 'after all, they're the ones who'll be picking up the tab.'
'Yeah, I guess you're right,' Paul answered, 'I hadn't thought of that,
I was just trying to pick something out that seemed to be grown-up.'
'Either pair would look good for that,' I agreed, 'anyway, how's your
pubes? Did you manage to have a shave?'
'See for yourself,' Paul said cheekily, lifting up his shirt and
waggling his hips. His flaccid cock swung from side to side, and there was
no visible evidence of any stubble.
'Good,' I said, 'though I'd better check you out just to be on the safe
side.' I beckoned Paul over to me, and knelt down in front of him on the
polished wooden floor. Softly I ran my hand across his belly, down over his
cock and around his balls; his skin was smooth and warm beneath my
fingers. I continued my exploration between his legs, his crack too was
stubble free, and he wriggled with obvious pleasure as I stroked his
pucker. 'That all seems to be in order,' I said, watching as his cock
erected under my gentle touch.
'Um,' Paul mumbled.
'What,' I asked, continuing to stimulate his cock.
'I'm a bit dry.'
`And?'
`I thought you might like to help out, that's all.'
`Oh, right,' I answered, `spose I could, although there's a big tub of
Vaseline on the table over there.' Without saying any more, I took the firm
tip of his cock between my lips, I delicately explored the end with my
tongue, licking the glans until I could taste the first drops of
pre-cum. Paul moaned gently as I pulled the foreskin back and sucked his
hot hard length deep into my mouth. With my other hand I stroked his
cheeks, running my fingers down along his crack and between his legs before
I started to investigate his anus.
'Mmm, that's nice,' he murmured, almost purring like a cat, 'I haven't
had a wank for two whole days, and I've missed it.'
'Good point,' I answered, letting his hot organ slip from my mouth,
'you'd better not come just yet.'
'Oh,' he moaned, 'and I was just beginning to enjoy myself.'
'Yeah, I know, and so was I,' I agreed, 'come on, we'd better get
ready.'
'Ok,' he pouted. Paul pulled his gold mini briefs on, the rigid column
of his manhood straining at the skimpy fabric, and instantly showing a
darker patch of pre-cum.
'Just lean back against the table for a moment,' I said, reaching for my
camera.
Paul obliged, and I grabbed the shot, 'D'you want anything else?' he
asked, a fingertip idly stroking his cock head.
'The others'll be here in a minute, we don't really have time I'm
afraid.'
'Ok,' Paul shrugged, and turning away from me, he stepped into his
jeans. I hadn't seen this pair before, they were quite faded and worn, but
most significantly, they were very tight. The rigid outline of his hard
cock was still very obvious, as was the bulge of his balls.
'Blimey,' I said, 'where did those come from?'
'They used to be mine, but my mum took them off me and gave them to my
little brother, she said they were too tight on me and looked obscene.'
'She wasn't wrong, but they're great for this. Here, try the lab coat
on.'
Paul put on the coat, if you ignored his youthful face he looked quite
the part. He put his hand in the pockets and spun around theatrically, then
tails of the white coat flapping. 'Aha,' he said triumphantly, producing a
stethoscope, 'just what the doctor ordered.'
'Great,' I said, 'now you look ready for anything.' Any further
conversation was interrupted by a quiet knock at the door, I opened up and
let the small, neat figure of Ewan in, another knock a moment or two later
and he was followed by Bill and Martin. 'Good,' I said, 'we're all here.' I
turned the key in the lock and left it there, not wanting us to have any
unexpected visitors. 'Right,' I continued, 'are all we clear about what
we're doing?'
'I think so,' Martin answered, 'Bill and I are waiting in turn for our
medical, we get a bit interested in what's happening to the boy ahead of
us, this turns us on and we take it from there.'
'Sounds about right,' I agreed, 'Paul here doesn't get to play straight
away, and anyway part way through he'll leave, as though he's been called
to the phone or something. He's supposed to be the grown-up, so I'll be
doing my best to keep him out of shot at first. Shall we do it?' The boys
all nodded and I grabbed my camera.
I grabbed a few establishing shots as the three boys came into the room;
dressed in his white coat Paul ticked them off on his clipboard, indicating
where they should get changed. They chucked down their bags and began to
undress from their uniforms, hanging up their clothes on the coat
racks. They all seemed to have managed to follow their instructions, and
gradually revealed their vests and pants; Ewan was wearing a pair of baggy
white y-fronts, possibly the same ones I had modelled for him a few weeks
earlier and a plain white vest, Bill had found an ancient string vest, with
some matching string pants, his modesty preserved only by a small panel of
white cotton. Martin was sporting the inevitable pair of skimpy white
slips, and a white aertex vest that was probably two or three sizes too
small, revealing the contours of his muscled torso. All in all you would
swear they were a couple of years younger than their age, until you'd
clocked the size of the bulge in their pants, that is.
The three boys all sat down on one of the benches together, legs
casually spread, as if they were waiting in turn. Kneeling down I was
careful to record the occasional glimpses of their boyish charms before I
suggested to Ewan that this was a good time to move on to the next stage.
As on previous occasions, I was struck by Ewans' intuitive
understanding, we didn't really need to speak, and the whole photo session
began in an atmosphere of quiet efficiency. I moved around behind the chair
that Paul was seated in, as Ewan entered the examination area. Paul
indicated that the boy should stand in front of him, and Ewan stood
obediently, legs slightly parted and his arms relaxed by his sides. I
recorded his examination from every angle, careful not to include too much
of Paul in each shot.
The first tasks Paul undertook were to measure his height, and after
that to weigh him, Ewan stepping obediently from one piece of apparatus to
another, Paul making notes in his chicken scratch writing on the
clipboard. Next he donned the stethoscope and turning the younger boy
around, he shoved his hand up the back of his vest as if he was listening
to his breathing. In the background I could see Bill and Martin getting up
off the bench and moving to get a better view as Paul gently turned Ewan to
face him and pulled his vest up and over his outstretched arms, tossing it
carelessly off to one side. Paul then pressed the stethoscope to Ewans
chest, listening to his heartbeat.
By this time Martin and Bill had crept close up to the screens, and were
quite blatantly peering round and through them, Martin had climbed onto the
library steps and was looking over the top, and Bill was crouching down,
peeking through a gap in the material. I grabbed some shots to show their
interest; Martins cute arse thrust towards the camera, his legs parted just
enough to reveal the soft curve of his package, Bill sprawled at his feet,
his string underwear revealing the line of his back right down to his butt,
the modesty panel beginning to be put under strain as he started to stiffen
up.
While I had been doing this, Paul had pulled on a pair of latex gloves,
'Now,' he said to Ewan, obviously taking his role seriously, 'I just have
to make sure that all is well with your water works.'
'You what?' Ewan replied.
'I don't know,' Paul answered defensively, 'it's just what they say.'
'Oh, right, carry on then, you obviously know what you're doing,' my
lover said, raising an eyebrow.
Using both hands on Ewans hips, Paul moved the boy closer, before he
pulled the waistband of his pants away from his body and inspected his boy
bits. Next he slipped his hand into Ewans pants, cupped his balls, and
instructed him to cough.
'Right,' Paul said, removing his hand, 'bend over the desk, legs apart.'
As I moved in to grab the picture of my lovely boy, legs spread, and
signs of his incipient erection beginning to disturb the baggy white pants,
Paul slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his beautiful bottom to the
camera, and to the other boys. I could sense the heightening erotic
tension, as Paul opened up the tub of Vaseline and carefully used his
fingers to scoop up a generous dollop of lubricant, spreading it over the
fingers of both hands.
Paul was very visibly getting turned on; a hard ridge of his manhood
showing in his tight jeans, and as I moved back for a wide shot, I could
see that the other two boys were beginning to be similarly afflicted;
Martin was leaning back on the ladder, his skimpy white slips bulging with
the developing pressure of his hard-on, Bill kneeling on the floor, his
sturdy erection thrusting the loose fabric of his string pants away from
his body.
Slowly and deliberately, Paul smeared Vaseline all around Ewans pucker,
before slipping a greasy finger into his hole, sinking it in as deep as he
could; 'Ok, stand up,' he commanded.
Ewan obeyed, his pants slipping down to the floor, as Paul turned him
side on to the camera, taking hold of his cock with his free hand as he
stimulated my lovers prostate with his deeply inserted finger. 'Mmm, give
me more,' Ewan purred, his penis springing fully into hardness. Paul
obligingly started to wank him with his greasy hand, and the other two boys
pressed in closer for a better view, Martin pressing the bulge in his pants
against Bills shoulder as they jostled for position.
Paul slipped a couple more fingers into Ewan and slowly ran his fist up
and down the length of his cock while he continued to probe the boys' arse.
'Well, I think that's all working properly,' Paul grinned, 'I just need
to check your temperature, then we're all done.' He slipped his fingers out
of Ewans arse, and discarding the gloves, he picked up the thermometer; 'If
you'd just bend over the desk once more.' Ewan bent over again, and Paul
carefully inserted the instrument into his back passage. 'Now just hold
still for a couple of minutes while I go and wash my hands, then we'll all
be done.' With that, he stood up, and left the frame, leaving Ewan looking
rather lost; naked, bent over the table with his pants round his ankles,
and the thermometer sticking out of his bottom.
'Ok, it's over to you two now,' I instructed, 'just take it slow and
easy, there's nothing to be gained by rushing.'
As soon as Paul was out of shot, the other two boys moved round from
behind the screen, and posed for a moment, looking down at Ewan. Martin had
moved close up against Bill, thrusting his erection hard against the string
pants of his friend. As they looked on, Martin moved his hand up under
Bills vest, stroking his nipples, Bill responded by reaching behind him and
squeezing his bulging package; straining in the cotton slips. After a
moment of mutual exploration, they pulled away from each other, Martin
hauling his vest off over his head, his action mirrored seconds later by
Bill.
The two boys stepped closer to Ewan, dressed only in their pants by now,
they gazed at his nude and supine body, Martin casually clasping his
erection through the cotton of his pants, Bill was more blatant, thrusting
a hand down the front of his string briefs. After I'd taken a few shots,
they moved things on a bit; Bill pulled his pants to one side, releasing
his cock into his practised hand, Martin just allowed his stiffy to flop
out over the waistband, and they stood wanking over the naked boy.
Moving in even closer, Martin kneeled down beside the table, and Bill
mirroring him on the other side of Ewan. Martin put out a hand, and slowly
stroked it up the inside of Ewans leg all the way from his ankle to his
bottom. 'At last,' Ewan spoke out, before he shivered deliciously, and
splayed his legs even further. Martin took advantage of this and slipped
his hand up between his thighs to stroke his balls and then on up to
explore the hard shaft of his cock. Bill, as ever, lagged behind, mimicking
his friends actions, and eventually their fingers met around Ewans cock.
'Does that feel good?' Martin asked quietly.
'Yeah,' Ewan whispered, 'don't feel that you have to rush things
though.'
'Suits me,' the other boy replied, and slowly began to move his hand up
and down my lovers cock.
'I think we should lose the thermometer,' I said, anxious that my boy
shouldn't be harmed by an accidental breakage.
'Ok,' Paul answered from somewhere behind me, 'I'll pop back in then.'
Paul moved back into shot, as though he had returned from his mission,
the two boys pulled away from Ewan as if startled, tucking their dripping
erections back into their pants. Ignoring them for the moment, Paul moved
over to Ewan and pulled the thermometer out of his anus, checking the
reading and noting it on his clipboard.
'You'll be pleased to hear that your temperature is completely normal,'
Paul grinned, absently patting Ewans naked bum.
'Oh, good,' Ewan replied, slowly standing up, and turning to face him,
his stiff cock jutting proudly in front of him.
Paul sat back down in the chair again, his legs apart, and the lab coat
open, revealing his crotch, his erect penis very obvious through the faded
blue denim of his tight jeans. He stretched out a hand, and gently grasped
the tip of Ewans cock, already red and slippery with pre cum. The other two
boys moved closer in, and Ewan, sensing their presence, reached behind and
began to explore their bulging packages.
'That feels good,' Bill spoke up, eagerly pushing his crotch against
Ewans palm.
Ewan turned round, and wiggling his bottom, sat down on Pauls lap, the
thick tube of Pauls erection pressing comfortably against his greasy
crack. Yet again, Ewan reached out his hands and pressed his fingers
against the bulges of the two boys. Paul, in the meantime, reached around
and took hold of Ewans stiff rod and began slowly masturbating him again.
I was finding the whole scenario very erotic, and absently rubbed at my
own erection as I moved into a better position. I noticed that Ewan was
watching, and he grinned up at me as he clocked my momentary confusion.
Meanwhile, the two boys kneeled down in front of Paul and Ewan, their
knees splayed and their bottoms towards the camera, and leaning in together
they both took hold of Ewans cock; Martin opened his mouth and slowly
extending his tongue began to lick the red tip of his glans. Ewan arched
his back, grinding his bottom against Pauls hard-on, and thrusting his
erection towards the other boys, his blonde curls mingling with Pauls
darker hair as he leaned his head on his shoulder. Bill softly stroked
Ewans' balls, watching intently as his friend began enthusiastically to
suck off the younger boy.
Paul groaned out loud; 'Hey, I'm feeling a bit left out here.'
'Poor you,' Ewan giggled, wriggling his bum, 'you don't feel left out to
me.'
'Yeah,' Bill agreed, 'you'll get your turn.' Martin just grunted, his
cheeks bulging as he expertly tumbled Ewans manhood in his mouth.
I photographed the four boys from every angle, getting in close enough
to feel the heat of their warm bodies as I took my close ups. 'Ok,' I said,
'maybe it is time to do some more.'
Ewan slowly stood up, his cock slipping from Martins lips, the other two
boys sat back on their heels, watching, as he turned and looked down at
Paul. 'You look hot,' he said.
'Thanks,' Paul replied.
'No, I mean you are all pink and sweaty, I think you may be over
dressed.' Ewan kneeled down by Paul, and slowly ran his hand along his
thigh, exploring the shaft of his cock with his finger tips. 'Hmm, it's
about time this saw the light,' he smiled. Martin and Bill got up, and
stood on the other side of Paul, watching as Ewan carefully tugged the zip
of his fly down. They slowly began stroking each others bulging packages,
the white cotton fabric of their pants damp and stained with their leaking
juices. Undoing the tight waist button, Ewan slowly slipped his hand into
Pauls jeans, the back of his hand outlined as it made its gentle odyssey
along the length of Pauls erection.
'Mmm, that feels good' Paul murmured, as my lover explored his stiffy.
The other two boys bent down and untied Paul's shoelaces, before
slipping his shoes and then his grey socks off. They looked over to me, and
I nodded, as they each grasped a trouser leg before beginning to pull. Paul
slipped back in the chair and lifted his bum up, allowing them to debag*
him with ease. Ewan meantime, hadn't moved, and as Pauls jeans slipped off,
and his pants came into view, was still holding fast to his erection. The
fine gold fabric was distended and stained by the curving fat length of
Pauls cock, Bill and Martin, who thus far had only seen his body in
pictures, leaned in to get a better view, hands rammed down the front of
each others pants, clutching at their hard-ons.
'Wow, those pants are nice,' Martin said, 'd'you think we could get some
like that?'
*for the benefit of trans-Atlantic readers, debagging was a traditional
British schoolboy custom, whereby the victim was pushed to the ground and
pulled along by his trouser legs until his trousers were pulled off. It
wasn't necessarily sexual, even though sometimes it certainly was a prelude
to further experimentation.
'I'm sure you can,' I answered, 'cool pants are never an issue when
there's a photo session planned.'
'Can I have a feel of them?' he continued, looking directly at Paul.
It was an indication of how far Paul had moved on from the instinctive
reactions of his early days that his only action was to give a nod of
agreement. Martin moved closer, his legs pressing against Pauls naked
thigh, Ewan relinquished his grasp and watched as Pauls classmate stretched
his hand out, tentatively stroking the silky material and then embracing
the hot rod underneath it. Paul pushed his hardness against the touch of
the other boys hand, and at the same time, lifted a hand to explore the
crotch of his friends' underwear.
Ewan and Bill, meanwhile, moved up behind Paul, and started helping him
out of his clothes; Bill slowly removing the lab coat, Ewan undoing his
tie, and then unbuttoning his shirt. Paul and Martin were lost in their
mutual explorations, I could imagine that any future investigations of
Pauls girlie mag collection were likely to be a lot less inhibited than on
previous occasions.
I photographed the group of boys; Paul laid out flat in the chair,
flanked by the naked Ewan on one side, and the sturdy figure of Bill, his
string pants thrust out by his erection on the other. Paul all but naked,
but for the meagre cover provided by the golden mini-briefs, his skimpy
pants distorted by the barely confined shape of a very hard cock; Martin
pressing close to him, his fingers eagerly exploring its outline. Paul with
one hand clasping the other boys cock through the white cotton completed
the picture. I moved around the group, grabbing pictures from as many
places as I could; the boys were pretty much oblivious to the camera by
now, and posing had become an inclusive part of their sex play.
'Ok,' I said, interrupting their reverie, 'time we moved on.'
Paul languidly sat up, pulling Martins cock out of his pants, Martin
backed away, towing the other boy towards the library table. When he felt
the table edge against his bottom, Martin jumped up onto the tabletop and
laid back, legs splayed and his dick flopping over the waistband of his
slips. Paul stood alongside, back to the camera, and sliding his hands
along the inside of Martins thighs, he stroked his balls before moving on
to take a hold of Martins slender cock. In the meantime, Ewan and Bill
followed the lead they had been given, Bill laying back on the table,
alongside the body of his school friend, Ewan bending over to give some
closer attention to his erection, and at the same time managing to give
Pauls golden clad bum a friendly squeeze.
'I think this might be a good time to get you out of these,' Ewan
murmured, running his finger tips over the scanty modesty panel of Bills
baggy string pants, 'after all, I do seem to be the only naked person
here.'
Bill obligingly shifted his weight onto one hip, and Ewan hooked a
forefinger into the fly hole, gave a sharp tug and the ageing material
ripped. Ewan pulled the tattered fabric away; revealing the fat cylinder
of Bills circumcised cock, surrounded with a corona of thick black pubic
hair. He leaned forward, delicately engulfing the other boys cock into his
mouth, Bill closing his eyes in pleasurable anticipation.
Paul had continued masturbating Martin as he witnessed the destruction
of Bills underwear; taking his cue from the other boys he held the
waistband of Martins pants and abruptly pulled them down, leaving the boy
naked on the table, his slender penis projecting stiff and proud into the
air.
Paul bent over the table, legs apart, in a position reminiscent of the
one he had made Ewan adopt earlier; I photographed him examining Martins
cock minutely, his fist grasping the hot length as he slowly wanked his
school friend. Through his legs I was able to picture his cock and balls;
hot, heavy and for the moment neglected in the skimpy gold pants, alongside
the slim naked figure of my lover bent over the stocky body of his other
classmate.
As if he had read my mind, Ewan expertly ejected Bills cock from his
mouth and stood up, he held a hand out to Bill and helped him off the
table; his manhood projecting from the shredded ruins of his string
pants. Without speaking, Ewan turned the other boy away from the camera,
and kneeling in front of him, he slowly pulled the remains of his underwear
down, revealing Bills soft and pale cheeks to the camera. For the moment I
was intrigued to see that skin of his butt retained a faint criss-cross
impression from where he had been laying on the coarse mesh fabric.
Still without speaking, the two naked boys stood on either side of Paul
and placing a hand each under his armpits, pulled him gently
upright. Martin scrambled down off the table, and stood alongside as Ewan
and Bill turned Paul round and pushed him back against the table. With a
sigh, Paul laid back on the oak surface, shuffling along until he was
stretched out full length, like a patient etherised upon a table. To my
surprise, Ewan hopped up on the table too, and straddled Pauls recumbent
body, his long and slender cock thrusting against Pauls fat curved organ in
its fabric prison. The other boys moved in closer, and began stroking my
lovers cheeks, Ewan splayed his legs wider, revealing the pink pucker of
his anus, surrounded with a soft coronet of blonde hairs.
As Bill continued to stroke the soft skin of Ewans butt, Martin reached
for the Vaseline and scooping up a good-sized dollop, slapped it into the
crack of my lover. Ewans response was to wriggle with pleasure as Martins
fingers continued their slippery journey along his crack and between his
legs, covering Ewans cock and balls with a fresh coat of lubrication.
'You look ready to fuck,' I commented, admiring my lovers gleaming
penis.
'To fuck or be fucked?' Ewan asked quizzically, sitting upright, his
greasy crack pressing firmly against Pauls hard on.
'Either, or possibly both,' I said, grinning at him, 'whichever you
fancy.'
'I think it's time that Paul lost his pants, that's what I fancy.' He
lifted his bottom up, revealing that the golden pants were now tarnished
and greasy from the application of Vaseline. Bill and Martin had jumped up
onto the table behind Paul and watched intently as Ewan slowly pulled Pauls
pants down, I heard a small gasp as it became clear that Paul was shaved.
'Blimey,' said Martin, 'what made you decide to shave your pubes off?'
'Umm, cos I thought it might help me get a shag, and it made my dick
look bigger,' Paul stammered, 'I noticed all the guys in the porno mags are
shaved.'
'How does it feel?' Martin asked.
'Really sexy, but itchy as fuck once it starts to grow back in
again. I'm thinking of letting it grow back in.'
'Not been getting any shags then?' Martin grinned.
'Oh I wouldn't say that,' Paul lied, 'it's just a pain to have to keep
on doing it.'
'Can I feel?' Martin asked. Rather than speak, Paul nodded and spread
his legs wide; his classmate put out his hand, running his fingertips over
Pauls denuded pubis, before slipping it under his cock and down to feel the
weight of his hairless balls. Martin then returned to run his hand the
length of Pauls hot erection, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the red
tip of his glans. 'Hmm, you're looking a bit dry, I'd say.'
'D'you want some help?' Ewan chipped in.
'Yeah, why not.'
Ewan reached over and scooped up some Vaseline, carefully, and with
Martins assistance, spreading it all over Pauls hot dick. Then, he turned
his back on Paul and bent forwards, sticking his bottom in the air;
offering up his hole to the older boy. 'it's about time you stopped talking
about it, and actually lost your virginity,' he muttered, but quietly, so
that I think I was the only person who heard him.
I saw a look of confusion and indecision flicker across Pauls face,
replaced a moment later by an expression of pure lust. He propped himself
up on his elbows, contemplating the vision in front of him, before
stretching out a hand and stroking the sweet bottom that had been offered
to him. He delicately fingered Ewans crack, before tickling the hairs
around his hole, Ewan wiggled his bum with pleasure, and at that moment I
saw Paul make up his mind.
He sat up, rocking forward onto his knees, his hot member thrusting out;
he shuffled forwards and pressed the tip of his cock against Ewans
crack. He pushed, and the tip just penetrated Ewans hole, before slipping
out again. Martin leaned over, his naked shoulder brushing against Pauls;
'allow me,' he said, slathering some more Vaseline onto Ewans crack. He and
Bill leaned forward and held Ewans cheeks apart, and Paul offered his cock
up to his hole once more. This time he was in, and Ewan grunted with
pleasure as Pauls curving length slipped into his back passage. The
expression on Pauls face was blissful, to my certain knowledge this was his
first fuck, and even though it might not have been quite what he had
planned, he was certainly enjoying it. Judging by the moans of pleasure
Ewan was enjoying himself too, Paul was bigger than me, and his cock was
fatter as well, but I think our regular lovemaking had prepared the younger
boy for the experience.
In the background, Bill had offered himself up to Martin, and the blonde
haired boy was enthusiastically ramming his hard length into his soft
bottom, his low-slung balls slapping against Bills thighs as he entered
him.
'Try not to come inside him,' I urged them, 'it's good to have a come
shot.'
'Ok,' Martin answered, his face red and sweat gleaming on his back.
'Mmm,' Paul grunted, I knew from experience that he was near to coming,
his ears were brick red and he too was sweating. He continued thrusting in
and out of Ewans, until finally he pulled out, his cock red and glistening;
'Oh,' was all he could say as he started pumping spunk all over Ewans hole,
up his back and even into his hair. Paul sat back, his stomach sweaty and
heaving, and the last few dribbles of spunk hanging from the end of his
cock, 'Wow, that was intense,' he said breathlessly, then, 'I hope you
don't think that makes me a poof, cos I'm not.'
'No, of course you're not,' Ewan and I chorused, Ewan somewhat muffled
as he was still face down on the table, back liberally splattered with
Pauls jizz.
'Umm, I think I may be coming too,' Martin announced politely. Paul and
Ewan turned to watch and I focussed my camera on the other two boys as
Martin pulled out of his friend, his red and slippery cock grasped in his
experienced hand; moving up and down the shaft faster and faster before he
shuddered and gasped, squirting jets of creamy spunk over the soft round
cheeks of his friend.
I grabbed Bills shredded pants off the floor and handed them over to
assist with mopping up. 'Wow, that looked great,' I said, 'can you just
hold it there for a minute while I load a new roll of film?'
All four boys sat up, their legs dangling over the side of the library
table, and watched me as I rewound the exposed film and loaded a fresh one
into my camera.
'How many films have you shot?' Ewan asked.
'This'll be the fifth can,' I answered, 'I think I've got some good
stuff.'
'That's good,' Martin said, 'I think we may have earned our money.'
'Yeah, I'd say so,' I agreed, 'though so far only you and Paul have
come. I think we need to see Bill and Ewan spunking as a grand finale.'
'Talking of finishing things off,' Paul interrupted, 'there's four of us
naked here, and you're walking around fully dressed, even though you've had
a stiffy since we got started.'
'Yeah well, somebody has to take the pictures while you're having fun,'
I protested.
'Poor you,' Paul said sarcastically, 'I think you should join us.' He
looked around at the other boys, 'shall we?' Before I had a chance to
react, the four boys leaped off the table and pinioned me to the
ground. Ewan winked at me and grinned as his hands expertly unbuttoned my
shirt, then my school tie was ripped off and used to blindfold me, at the
same time I felt rougher hands pulling my shoes and socks off, and undoing
my waist button. A moment later my zipper was pulled down and my cords were
ripped off me. That wasn't to be the end of my ordeal, however, as the four
boys half dragged, half carried me over to the library table, and heaved me
up onto it, still holding me tight.
I felt a hand exploring my g-string and its bulging contents, followed
by another, 'Mmm, more nice pants,' Martin said.
'Yeah,' Bill agreed, 'can we try some like these as well, d'you think?'
'If you're very good, we might be able to sort something out,' I
answered him, 'although I haven't taken your measurements yet.'
'No problem, you can do it any time,' he answered. I sensed that Ewan
was no longer among my tormentors, and a moment later my intuition was
confirmed by the click of my camera shutter, as he recorded my torment for
posterity. I have to admit that the feeling of helplessness was quite a
turn on, especially as I still had complete trust in at least two of the
boys. Even with four against one, I could probably have fought them off if
I'd really wanted to, and they knew it. So I decided to let them have their
wicked way with me, it seemed only fair.
While I was working this out for myself, Bill and Martin had continued
their exploration of my pants, taking it in turns to stroke my rigid cock
through the silky fabric of my g-string. I was quite happy with this
situation, both boys were surprisingly gentle and expert, not that
surprising I suppose, given how they earned their pocket money.
'Right,' I heard Paul say, 'turn him over.' My little moment of harmony
came to an abrupt end, as I was brusquely flipped onto my front, my legs
were wrenched apart, and my arse lifted up into the air. I felt a hand
pulling my string to one side, and a cool dollop of Vaseline was roughly
smeared onto my anus. Almost straight away I sensed the warmth of another
body climbing up onto the table behind me, my cheeks were held apart, and
without ceremony I felt someone's hard cock enter into me. Whoever it was,
was firm but slow, taking his time to penetrate me with his full length,
and I was loving the sensation. Next my shoulders were gently lifted up
forcing me to crouch on my elbows like a dog.
I caught the scent of a turned on boy, and my lips were presented with
a stiff member, there was nothing for me to do but open my mouth and suck
it in, I could tell from its unfamiliar taste and smell that it wasn't Ewan
or Paul, but, if you have ever tried to guess the size and shape of
anything, just using your mouth, you'd know that it was difficult to work
out whose it was. A little exploration with my tongue and I realised that
it was circumcised, so, I must be sucking Bill. I idly wondered what the
other two boys were up to, although my speculation was soon answered by the
click of the camera, and, after a brief moment by a hand exploring my
g-string once again. A moment later and the pouch was pulled to one side,
and a warm hand gripped my cock and began to wank me off. I didn't
recognise his grip, which by a process of elimination, meant that it was
probably Martin, and, unless Paul had recovered really quickly, it must be
Ewan who was fucking me.
I stopped thinking then and just relaxed into the sensations of the
moment, Ewan sliding steadily and easily in and out of me, Bills cock
filling my mouth and Martin confidently masturbating me.
'Maybe we should move things along a bit,' Paul said, from somewhere
behind me.
'Alright,' I heard my lover say, and at once all my persecutors
withdrew from me. Once again I was flipped over onto my back, and for a
moment I laid still my arms by my sides, wondering what was going to happen
next. I didn't have to wait too long, as someone climbed onto the table
between my legs; his thighs pressing against mine, stabbing me with his
stiffy. He was followed swiftly and silently by a boy on either side of me,
their warm bodies holding me in place, not that I had any intention of
going anywhere. I lifted my hands and ran them up the thighs of each boy,
softly exploring their bodies, judging by the soft fuzziness around their
balls I guessed these had to be Bill and Martin. Their cocks were ramrod
hard, and I encircled them with a hand each and slowly started to wank
them. As I was doing this, Ewan took hold of my erection in his slippery
hand and clasping it alongside his began to masturbate us together.
I could hear Paul clicking away, I didn't think I was going to last
very much longer before I came, I'd been feeling pretty horny all the way
through the session, and this was just getting better and better. `Umm, I
don't think I'll be long,' I murmured.
`Good,' Ewan whispered, `nor will I, shall we come together?'
`Yeah,' I answered.
His response was to double the speed of his strokes, and soon I felt
the onset of that familiar feeling as I slipped beyond the point of no
return and headed for orgasm. As I started to come, I lost all sense of
place and time, all I was conscious of was the sensation of spunk spraying
up my chest. I had continued to hold onto the other boys and as I jerked
and twitched with the force of my own orgasm, I could feel their bodies
arching as they too tipped over the edge and came too, their come squirting
over my arms.
Finally, I slumped back, exhausted, and after a moment, gentle hands
removed my blindfold. I looked up, blinking in the bright fluorescent
lighting, to see my lover, still kneeling naked between my legs, a soggy
strip of material in his hands and a wry grin on his face; `I think you're
going to need to wash this,' he said.
`What is it?' I asked.
`It was your tie,' he waved exhibit A at me, I'd obviously copped quite
a faceful, as a small rivulet of jizz fell off the tie, and joined the
puddle that had accumulated on my sweaty stomach.
`Wow,' I said, `that was quite a ride, I hope you got it all, Paul?'
`I think so,' he answered, `and Martin came twice too.'
I couldn't help noticing that Paul was the only one of us who was still
hard, his curving member standing firm; `were you feeling left out?' I
asked.
'No,' he grinned, `but after watching you lot at it I was thinking I
might be up for another go too.'
`Come on then,' I smiled, `I suppose I might as well collect the set.'
I climbed down off the table, conscious of the four boys' combined spunk
trickling down over my chest and legs. I knelt down in front of Paul, took
hold of his cock and started to wank him slowly. His cock was still hot and
hard, the foreskin slipping easily over his glans as he produced a spray of
pre-cum. Ewan had picked up the camera to record what had to be the
conclusion of our schoolboy orgy, and squatted down for a closer
shot. Delicately, I extended my tongue, and licked the drop of salty
pre-cum off the tip of my friends' cock.
`Why don't you kiss his dick?' I heard Martin ask.
I slowly pursed my lips and kissed the head of Pauls cock, opening my
eyes and gazing into the lens of the camera. Once I was certain that Ewan
had taken the picture, I leaned forwards and sucked his hot shaft into my
mouth, closing my eyes and concentrating on giving him maximum
stimulation. While I was blowing Paul, I felt the heat radiating from their
naked bodies as they moved in close by him, and began softly running their
fingers over his skin, stroking his butt and reaching between his legs to
fondle his hairless balls. I also noticed that my cock was rising to the
occasion, as I knelt in front of my friend.
I could feel Pauls cock swelling in my mouth, and knew it wouldn't take
him long now; much as I loved the feeling of hot spunk hitting the back of
my throat I was still aware that we were playing to an audience, so,
reluctantly, I let his erection slip from my mouth and took hold of it one
more time. As I started the swift rhythm of strokes that I knew would make
him come, my hand was joined after a moment by those of Martin and Bill,
lucky they had small hands! The new sensation was enough to tip Paul over
the edge; he groaned and spunk spilled from his cock, the thin white ribbon
of his seed hanging in the air with an almost mystical slowness; an image
frozen in time.
Almost as though it had been waiting for this moment, the school bell
rang, announcing the end of school for the day, `Blimey,' Ewan said, `have
we really spent the whole afternoon doing this?'
`Yup,' I said, scrambling up off the floor, and looking round at the
quartet of naked boys; sweaty, dusty and still partially tumescent, `and
we'd better get a wiggle on, or the caretaker'll be coming round to empty
the bins and find us like this.'
Paul grinned, `That'd certainly give him something to think about.'
We hastily dusted ourselves down, pulled our clothes back on, and I
spent a couple of minutes resetting the room back to its former state, so
that,
hopefully, no trace of our activities could be detected.
With a bathetic inevitability, nothing very much happened for the next
few days; Ewan and I spent our evenings and nights together, and I
occasionally saw the other boys around the school, Martin giving me a
cheery wink when he caught me looking at him. I couldn't find an
opportunity to develop the films, and so, for the time being life returned
to its normal humdrum pace.
Then, with a suddenness which startles me even now, when I think about
it, we were overtaken by events.
Event one; later that week I came home from school and my mother
pounced on me; "Ewans' father has just been on the phone, he's got
something important to tell him, do you know when he's coming back here?'
'Shouldn't be far behind me,' I answered, feeling strangely
apprehensive.
'He's going to phone again in an hour,' she continued.
'He should to be back by then,' I said, 'if not, get a time when he can
call tomorrow, and I'll make sure he's back here in time.'
'You're a good lad,' she said affectionately.
As it turned out, Ewan didn't make it back in time to speak to his dad,
transatlantic communications were much more of an issue back then, and
calling him back was not an option.
We went to bed that night, with me still feeling restless and
unsettled, and as Ewan snuggled comfortably into my arms, I stayed awake
longer than he did. At some point in the night I was awakened by the sound
of police sirens shrieking in the distance. It has to be said, that in
suburban London, this was by no means uncommon, and rarely disturbed my
sleep. This time, however it seemed to be quite close, and now I was awake
I could see the light flickering on the bedroom wall opposite my window,
and the combination of flashing blue and flickering orange could mean only
one thing, somewhere nearby there was a fire. I prised myself out of our
comfortable cuddle, and, without waking Ewan, went over to the
window. Somewhere over towards the High Street a fierce column of smoke and
flames was pouring into the night sky. I watched for a bit, and then
climbed back into bed, there was nothing more to be seen from my room and
there was no chance of creeping out of the house to have a look. Ewan
moaned gently as I slipped back into the bed, warming my chilly body
against his.
In the morning, when I woke, the fire was over, a few wisps of smoke
could be seen drifting into the air, but nothing much. Ewan didn't seem
very impressed when I told him about my nocturnal adventure, 'some of those
old slums are just asking for a fire,' he said dismissively, 'they're full
of squatters and old winos.'
When we made our way over to school next day, I couldn't resist the
temptation to detour via the High Street, and see what the damage was. It
came as a bit of a shock, where there had once been a small parade of dusty
old shops, there was now an ugly blackened gap, rather as though a tooth
had just been knocked out.
'Wow,' Ewan said, 'that was quite a fire, there must be four or five
shops burned down.'
'Yeah,' I agreed, 'and I'm afraid that one of them was Grahams tailors
shop.'
'Oh My God, you're right,' Ewan said, looking shocked, 'do you think
he's ok?'
'He didn't live there,' I answered, 'so I imagine he's alright, this
might put a bit of a dampener on our cottage industry though.'
'I hadn't thought of that, I suppose all the pics we took for him have
been destroyed.'
'I suppose so,' I agreed, 'I don't know how we'd get in touch with him
any other way either.'
`I suppose that Martin and Bill might know,' Ewan grinned.
`Possibly, although Graham was dead paranoid about them.'
`If he's been taking advantage of their very personal services, then
I'm not surprised.'
That was the last we ever heard or saw of Graham the Tailor, it took me
nearly thirty years to discover that the pictures we had already given him
had not been destroyed in the fire, and then, only when I encountered them
on a vintage porn website. We did try to track him down, after all, he was
a lucrative source of income, but it wasn't so easy back then, and he
evidently didn't want to be found. I stuck the rolls of film from our last
shoot in a drawer, and forgot about them, without a client there didn't
seem to be any point in developing them. Somewhere, among my old school
books and bits of schoolboy junk, they are still there, waiting for me to
get round to it, and who knows, one day maybe I will.
I suppose the main reason I abandoned my minor assault on the porn
business was personal, when Ewans dad finally managed to get through on the
phone, it was to inform his son that he had been appointed professor at the
University in LA, and that, as soon as we hit the summer holidays, they
would be moving to the States. I was devastated, we were so close, and the
idea of being separated by the Atlantic, was deeply saddening to me. My
mother tried to cheer me up by suggesting that we could write to each
other, a bit of a non-starter for Ewan in those pre-facebook days. When the
dreadful day came, and we waved him off at the Airport, I knew with an
unshakeable certainty that I would never see him again.
That I was proved to be right gives me no pleasure, as far as I can
deduce, Ewan slipped effortlessly into the LA college and gay scene; his
beauty and the novelty of his English accent must have made him
irresistible, all I know for certain is that he died some time in the
mid-80's and it doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to work out what he died of.
That he was my first true love makes it all the harder to bear, but I
can console myself with the happy memories of all the fun we had together,
and the occasional sightings of our work on some dubious internet site.
As for Paul, once he'd heard that the shop and Graham had gone, he made
no further reference to our last photo orgy. His money was soon spent and
without any mental effort he returned to his previous activities; the
fruitless pursuit of girls, and the enlargement of his porn collection.
Paul and I had a few sexual adventures, and we did do a couple more photo
sessions together; Paul effortlessly slipping back into his delusional
belief that this would help in his attempts to get a girl, but our heart
wasn't in it, and when he finally got his end away it was a bit of a relief
for both of us. As for Bill and Martin, they returned to their pocket money
earner, giving blow jobs to weary commuters. Once they'd realised that it
was all over, they returned to their previous friendly, but distant,
attitude. Bill and Paul left school at sixteen, Martin went to a sixth form
college, and we all drifted apart. Bills name has popped up on Friends
Reunited, but I haven't ever felt the need to contact him, the feeling is
obviously mutual. As for me, I'm older and fatter now, I've had a number of
interesting encounters after Paul and Ewan, but no-one has ever made me
feel the way that Ewan did.