Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 05:51:53 -0500
From: spasm2 <spasm2@mailandnews.com>
Subject: Pauls Pants: Ewan's Story Part 4

PP/Ewans Story part 4, images of love.

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        One of the decisions I had made as I cycled home that night was to
show Ewan some more of the pictures Paul and I had taken, after all there
was the delicate matter of my ongoing relationship, such as it was, with
Paul to be considered. With the selfishness of youth, I had allowed my
feelings for Ewan to develop without any consideration for my suck buddy. I
was pretty sure that he would be completely appalled if he thought I was in
an openly gay relationship, after all, he was still managing to convince
himself that ours was simply based on a mutual need to masturbate. I had
told him quite truthfully that I wasn't gay, but I suspect that the finer
distinction that I was bisexual was likely to pass him by.

        On the matter of Ewan, however, I had developed powerful feelings
of love towards him, and didn't want to do anything that might hurt him,
especially as he had only just been released from an abusive and
uncomfortable situation. So far, however, Ewan had always managed to
surprise me by his sensitivity and intelligence. I decided that, on
balance, I would show him what we had been up to; he knew we had a history,
indeed he had caught us at it (not that Paul knew this). There was nothing
to be gained by trying to separate my relationships into compartments, and,
as far as Ewan was concerned, all to lose, far better to be open with him
and see how he reacted.

        All these thoughts were tumbling through my mind as I cycled slowly
back across the common towards Ewans house, my cameras and a carefully
selected box of photos in my back pack. When I got to Ewans house the door
was answered by his father, `Ah there you are, jolly good, I've just had a
call, and need to go into work straight away. I've not yet heard any signs
of life from him upstairs yet. You might have to go and throw a bucket of
cold water over him to wake him; he was out like a light when I looked in
last night. Anyway, I must dash, but before I go, let me give you some dosh
on account, you might want to get yourselves some lunch out somewhere.' He
handed me some money, I didn't refuse him, because I was supposed to be
helping Ewan with his dyslexia exercises.

        I politely closed the door behind him, propped my bike against the
others in the hallway, and listened for the sound of his departing car
before I sat down on the stairs to take my shoes and socks off. For some
reason I wanted to see how solid a sleeper Ewan really was, and crept up
the stairs to his bedroom in my bare feet. He was curled up in bed with his
back to the door, his mouth slightly parted and no sound beyond the gentle
inhalation and exhalation of his breath. His blonde hair was lying tousled
on the pillow, and his golden eyelashes were just catching the diffuse
sunlight that filled the room, he looked impossibly young and desirable
lying there so peacefully. I was filled with love, and couldn't believe
that only the day before we had fucked for the first time on that very same
bed. I stroked his bare shoulder to wake him, no reaction; I was struck by
an idea, and quietly stripped my jeans and t-shirt off.

        I had given some thought to what would be the most appropriate
underwear, and had decided to put on the thong that the unknown voyeur had
given me on our Lake District holiday, I had also brought a couple of
alternatives as I didn't want to get caught out without a change
again. Very carefully and quietly, I slipped into bed with Ewan; I caught a
glimpse of his body and saw he was still wearing the black tanga briefs
that he had put on the night before. I slowly slid down the bed, and
spooned into his curved body, gently placing my arm over his shoulder and
across his chest. He snorted softly without waking and wriggled a little,
pressing his bottom against my groin. I lay there, savouring the moment,
although we hadn't been able to sleep together that night, at least we
could wake up together.

        Somehow I dozed off; when I woke up, we had both turned over, Ewan
had wrapped his arms round my waist, one hand delicately touching my
groin. I was quite substantially erect under his relaxed hand, and I could
feel a pressure against my butt that indicated that he was in a similar
condition. Somehow we had reached a sort of synchrony, for as I was waking,
I sensed an exploratory flexing in the hand that was touching my cock.

        A moment later a sleepy and puzzled voice said in my ear; `Where
did you come from? I thought I was dreaming that you were in bed with me.'

        I rolled over to face him, he hadn't rubbed the sleep from his eyes
and looked very cute and only half awake, `I tried to wake you, and when I
couldn't I thought I'd just jump into bed and wait for you. Nice to feel
that you are pleased to see me though.' I gave his rock hard manhood a
friendly rub to remind him.

        `You should have wakened me,' he complained.

        `What, and miss out on the chance of waking up with you? I don't
think so, anyway, I could have been practising the tuba in here and you
would have slept through it.'

        `God, I'm so sorry, you must think I'm awful.' He stretched
luxuriously and our two erections pressed deliciously together. `I wasn't
snoring was I?' he asked anxiously.

        `No, why, do you snore?'

        `I don't think so, but I'm not sure, my brother snores, especially
when he's had a few beers the night before. I've never asked him if I do,
he'd probably lie to me anyway, just to wind me up.'

        `That's probably true,' I said, `I only have a big sister, but
she'd do the same. Anyway, what shall we do?'

        `What, after this?' he asked, suddenly wrapping me in his arms and
legs, and kissing me.

        I responded, of course, and we snogged passionately, slowly
grinding our erections together. `Yeah, after this,' I agreed, when I came
up for air, and before going back for another session. We managed to carry
on like this for quite a while before a look of discomfort crossed Ewans
face.

        `I'm awfully sorry,' he said, `but I really have to have a pee.'

        `That's ok,' I said, and obligingly disentangled myself from our
clinch, he leaped out of bed, his tanga briefs attractively stretched by
his morning stiffy. I followed him across to the bathroom and sat on the
side of the bath, where I found him standing, pants pulled to one side and
directing a stream of piss into the toilet bowl. I'm not particularly
turned on by pissing, but the image of Ewan, every inch the sleep tousled
schoolboy, standing there holding his very substantial cock in one hand,
and rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the other, is one that will stick
with me. `I wish I'd got a camera out, you've no idea how sexy you look.'

        Ewan looked startled, `I'm glad you brought one, but I'm not sure
I'd like to be pictured like this. I'd sooner have a shower first.'

        `It's cool,' I said, `I only stuck them in as an afterthought, I
brought over some of the pics Paul and I took, I promised to show you them,
remember.'

        `Oh fantastic,' he said, `I've been hoping you would, but didn't
quite know how to ask you.'

        `You only need to ask,' I said, `d'you want to have a look now?'

        `I think I ought to have that shower first, I take a bit of waking
in the morning sometimes, don't take in everything straight away.'

        `Alright, would you like me to jump in with you?' I said, standing
up.

        `Yeah, that would be nice.' His eyes widened; `Oh my god, you've
put your g-string on, and I didn't even notice. It's good, worth a picture
too.'

        `Thanks,' I said, `it's been in a few.'

        `Maybe it'll be in few more,' he smiled, `let's have that shower
before we get carried away.'

        Stripping off our pants we jumped into the stream of hot water, I
tenderly rubbed Ewans firm body with the soap, paying special attention to
his cock before I gently rubbed soapsuds down his crack. `How's your bum
this morning?' I shouted over the splash of the water.

        `A little tender, we'd best not do again that straight away, you're
a little bigger than I realised.'

        `God, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry.'

        `Don't be, it was me that invited you in, not the other way round
after all, and it was the best feeling. I'm sure it will get easier if we
use plenty of Vaseline and keep on trying.'

        `If you're sure, you know I'd do anything for you, but I don't want
to hurt you.'

        Ewan took the soap from me, and lathered me up, after a moment, I
felt his fingers delicately investigating my anus, `there is one thing,' he
shouted, `just because I'm out of action doesn't mean you have to be.'

        `That's very true,' I shouted back as he continued his gentle
probing. He slipped a soapy finger in, grasping my erect cock with his
other hand and I leaned against the wall of the shower cubicle to make it
easier for him, the feeling was wonderful, not the same as my being inside
him, but had its own special loveliness. A moment or two later, and he
pulled the finger out, a little more soap and he slipped two in.

        `Wow, this is easy,' he shrieked, over the sound of the water. I
was mute, lost in a world of new sensations and pleasures. `Lean forward a
bit,' he yelled, pulling his fingers out again, he applied a whole lot more
soapsuds then suddenly I felt his cock enter me for the first time. He had
lost hold of mine by now, but it didn't matter, as I felt him slide easily
into my anus. `This feels wonderful,' he shouted, `how is it for you?'

        `I love it, and I love you,' I shouted back, `don't stop now.'

        `Don't worry, I won't be stopping.' He put both hands on my hips
and used them to pull me back onto his long slender cock, ensuring the
maximum possible penetration and controlling the speed of each thrust at
the same time. A few more slow deep thrusts and he suddenly speeded up, `Oh
god, I'm coming,' he shouted, rather unoriginally and indeed I could feel
the jets of spunk inside me as he came. I wasn't quite there yet, and we
collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower, Ewan slipping free as we
descended, his legs no longer able to support him. We lay together for a
few minutes, then, before we turned into prunes I picked him up, and we
quickly rinsed each other down.

        Ewan was rather silent, as I handed him a towel, and began to dry
his hair with another one. `I'm so sorry,' he said after a while.

        `Whatever for?' I replied.

        `I got a bit carried away, and I didn't think about you coming at
all, just went with the feeling, sorry.'

        I embraced his wet naked body against mine; `It's ok,' I said,
kissing his sweet lips, `this is new territory for both of us, it is better
when we come together, but it isn't always going to happen. If it's any
consolation, it felt really good, and any time you want to have another
try, to perfect your technique, that's fine by me.'

        He grinned naughtily, `I'll hold you to that.'

        `Tell you what,' I said, `why don't you have a look at the photos,
and I could take a few pics of you while you are doing it. You never know,
you might be able to turn me on a little, if you try really hard.'

        `Now you're just being cruel,' he answered, `turning you on is
easy, look, you're getting stiff just thinking about it.'

        It was true; my neglected cock was beginning to stiffen up at the
thought of an impromptu photo session with my lover. We towelled each other
dry, and picking up our pants off the floor, we went back into the bedroom.

        `Ok,' Ewan said, `what would you like me to wear? And by the way, I
think you should put your g-string back on.'

        `Oh, yes, my cock too distracting for you is it?' I teased, `how
about you wear your pink one, I haven't really seen it yet, and I imagine
it must be dry by now.'

        `Ok, and no, it's not too distracting, I just like to watch you
getting hard in your pants.' Ewan danced naked across the room to the
radiator where we had spread out our hand washing from the night before
(artfully concealed beneath a hand towel in case of unexpected visitors),
and making sure I was watching, he wiggled into the pink g-string we had
bought the day previously. `What do you think?' he asked, pirouetting in
front of me.

        `It looks good, and I know it feels good.' In truth it was an
extremely good fit, even though he was only semi-hard, having only just
come a few minutes before. The skimpy material fitted sleekly, clearly
showing the outline of his cock as it rested on the sweet curves of his
balls.

        `Where do you want me?' he asked, `on the bed?'

        `No, I think that would be too obvious,' I said, `this story needs
to be about discovery, nothing deep, just a gradual uncovering. How about
you curl up in the armchair over there, it's obvious that you must be
naked, or nearly naked, but we don't need to discover what, if anything,
you are wearing straight away. At the same time, the pictures you are
looking at will be a discovery for you.'

        `That's nice,' he said, smiling, `I think I like the way you work
already.'

        The unexpected upturn in my finances caused by my new employment as
tutor to Ewan had meant that I was able to borrow against my prospects, and
in consequence for once I had plenty of film. I had decided to use the
little automatic camera gifted to us by our unknown voyeur patron up the
Lakes, it had a built in flash and I thought that the sort of shots I was
imagining would be enhanced by the freedom it gave me. Its power winder and
the long cable release I'd brought with me also meant that I could get into
the pictures if it seemed appropriate.

        We moved the chair so that it got as much direct light as possible
and Ewan curled himself up in it. His position was such that you could see
that he was wearing a string, as it cut across the long curve of his hip
and thigh. I took a couple of shots of him sitting there, looking expectant
and slightly enigmatic. I was keen for the pictures to show the sweet curve
of his butt, and to make it obvious that he wasn't wearing much at all.

        At last, although it had only been a couple of minutes, I passed
him the box of prints and said; `take it away.'

        I had arranged the pictures quite carefully, so the first dozen or
so were of Paul in a variety of situations, and only gradually starting to
get rid of his clothes. Ewan looked very carefully at each print, becoming
more absorbed in his study and less aware of my presence with each one. He
carefully put each print face down on the floor next to the chair, giving
me one of my favourite shots as he stretched out, his body twisted and his
butt tense, to place one of the prints on the pile. As he leaned out the
camera caught a glimpse of the pink string bisecting the sweet dark pucker
of his anus, a combination of the innocent and the explicit that I find so
beguiling.

        As the pictures he was looking at became a little more sexual; Paul
in his pants and obviously quite turned on, Ewan unconsciously began to
open up his posture, he lifted up a knee, and it became apparent for the
first time what he was actually wearing. His free hand became a little more
active, at first he absently rubbed his upper thigh and buttocks, after a
little while he started to stroke his flat stomach with his
fingertips. This time when he leaned out to deposit the sheaf of pictures
he exposed his crotch for the first time to the camera, he still wasn't
fully erect, but his cock was thickening up and the outline of his glans
was plain to see through the fine fabric.

        The next sequence of Paul's photos were the pictures I had taken of
him in the bath, the ones that had culminating in his slipping over in the
water and coming all over my face. These plainly turned Ewan on a good
deal, he twisted round, opening up his crotch to view, and for the first
time allowing his fingers to wander onto his erection. He was stiffening up
nicely, the pressure of his cock stretching the fine fabric away from his
body, allowing me to get shots that included his balls. This time as he
twisted round to dump the pics I was able to get a shot that showed his
glorious cock stretching the no longer adequate fabric and his anus
bisected by the tightly straining cord.

        The penultimate set of images was from some of the pictures I had
taken at the lakes, and featured Paul wearing the other g-string that had
been gifted to us, although this wasn't immediately apparent. I should
perhaps point out that I had been rock hard and very turned on since early
on in the session.

         It was only later that I realised that neither of us spoke, my
sessions with Paul had always required a lot of chat to achieve the poses I
wanted.

        Ewans interest was heightened when he realised the location of this
set, and for the first time he tentatively began to stroke his cock, his
grip tightening as he began to realise that Paul was dressed similarly to
him, and I saw him take a sneaky glance at his crotch to see if he measured
up. By the time he got to the last of the set, he was openly masturbating,
his cock still confined in the fabric of the g-string.

        For the last set I had started out with the first few cloudy and
indistinct images that Paul had taken of me, I could see that Ewan was at
first a little confused, and he lifted his hand off his cock to scratch his
head.

        Once he realised what was going on, and the pictures did get
better, he was back in action, pulling the fabric to one side to allow him
to take his cock fully in hand. If ever I had needed evidence that his
feelings for me were sincere this was it, as he looked at the last few
pictures, culminating in an image of me lying on my back, come spraying
from my cock, I could see that he was on the verge of coming too, his cock
was purple and the tip was wet with pre-cum.

        He chucked the last pics on the floor and beckoned me over, `put
the camera on the tripod, I'll wait for you.'

        I didn't need any encouragement, there were about half a dozen
frames left, and I set the camera, plumbed in the cable release, and then
carefully climbed into the armchair with Ewan. We needed a little
rearrangement to make a good picture, and I ended up sitting astride the
arm, while Ewan stretched round me.

        `Give me the cable release,' he said, `it'll be less obvious.'

        I saw no reason to argue, his judgement had been spot on so
far. His first image remains one of our best, in my opinion, he tilted his
pelvis to push his erection forward, and with his visible hand he took hold
of my cock within the semi transparent material of my string; you can see
his knuckles and my glans pressed against the fabric together with a
spreading patch of pre-cum. His expression manages to be both enigmatic and
confident, mine is just blissfully happy.

        For our next shot, I slid down off the arm of the chair, Ewan
pulled my cock free from its confinement and we sat side by side, each
taking hold of the others cock in a perfectly symmetrical image. The next
one was similar, except we both arched back across the arms and opened our
legs wide, much more obviously wanking each other.

        `How many shots do we have left?' he asked, never ceasing to give
my cock attention.

        `Three I think,' I answered, `what do you have in mind?'

        `I think we should have the come shot,' he replied. He got up from
the chair, and knelt on the cushion, sticking his sweet boy butt up in the
air and pulling the g-string to one side, `on you go' he said indistinctly.

        `I thought you were a bit sore,' I said, faintly, as I was by now
extremely turned on.

        `I am,' his muffled voice responded, `so just come over my arse,
there wouldn't be anything to see otherwise.' I didn't need much
encouragement, and began to rub the tip of my cock up and down his crack,
Judging by the moans he was making this wasn't unpleasant to him either, I
spat gently on his pucker to aid lubrication and speeded things up a
little, I was now very close to coming and warned Ewan with a preliminary
grunt, when I came, it was copious, great clots of my creamy white spunk
spraying up his crack and running down over his balls. At some point the
flash went off, but it wasn't until much later that I appreciated how well
he had judged it. Guiltily, I scooped up as much of my jizz as I
could. Ewan surfaced, looking smug, and gravely sucked it out of my hand,
before offering me his hand to lick. That was the penultimate image, both
pretty much naked and erect, my cock still dripping, with come smeared
faces, licking each others hand clean.

        `Last one,' Ewan said firmly if indistinctly with a mouth full of
spunk, `my turn,' He turned me round so that I was facing away from the
camera; I put one knee up on the arm of the chair and leaned forward. I
felt him pull the cord of my g-string to one side, and then he spat his
mouthful of spunk over my arse, a moment later he rubbed the improvised
lubricant in with his fingers before slipping his hard cock in once
again. This time he wasn't going to be long, I could feel his thrusting
getting faster and faster, and just before he came, he pulled almost all
the way out, twisted towards the camera, grinned in triumph and hit the
cable release. His final thrust was enough to take him over the edge, and
yet again that morning I could feel his spunk spraying into my body.

        This time it was my turn to stand up and gently twist round,
although Ewan stayed inside me this time, we sat down, exhausted on the
armchair, I could feel his cock gradually shrinking in me, and eventually
it just slipped out. He wriggled out from under, and climbed into my lap;
we sat entwined in a comfortable sticky silence, neither of us wanting to
say anything. Eventually though, Ewans instincts as a host came to the
fore; `cup of tea?' he asked.

        As soon as he said it, he realised what a ridiculous, inappropriate
and utterly British thing that had been to say, and even as I started to
snigger, he was off; collapsing in howls of helpless laughter, that of
course got me going even more and we rocked together, utterly incapable of
anything but hysterical giggling. We were both scarcely able to breathe,
and it took several minutes before we could recover our composure.

        `Yes please,' I said, which naturally set us off again, once we had
finally recovered, I stood up, gently dislodging him from my lap. I took a
moment to adjust his g-string which was somewhat disarrayed, and he gravely
performed the same service for me. We were going to need another shower,
but first off, the cup of tea was definitely a requirement.

        We padded downstairs, dressed only in our strings, there was no-one
to overlook us, and there seemed to be little point in our putting clothes
on. I put the kettle on, while Ewan busied himself finding teabags, teapot
and biscuits. He then slumped on a chair while we waited for the kettle to
boil.

        `Are you ok,' I asked anxiously.

        `Yeah, I'm fine,' he answered, `that was a bit intense wasn't it?'

        `Yes it was, but you were driving it,' I answered, slightly
alarmed.

        `I know, sometimes I don't know when to throttle back,' he said,
looking sheepish, `it's always been one of my worst faults according to my
dad.'

        `It's not a fault,' I said loyally, `it's the energy that gives you
creativity, the world out there is full of people who will try to put a
brake on in it, or worse to hitch a ride using you. The important thing is
to learn to control and use your creativity, so that precious energy and
enthusiasm isn't wasted on people and things that aren't worth it. I hope
you don't include me in the latter category by the way.'

        Ewan got up, sat in my lap again and throwing his arms round me, he
leaned his head into my shoulder, and said; `I think you are the first
person who has ever begun to understand how I feel most of the time, how
come you know me so well?'

        `Probably because that is how I feel too,' I answered, `you were
utterly brilliant in that photo session, you weren't posing for the camera,
what you did went directly through the lens and straight to the person
looking at the pictures. I have never felt that way about my pictures
before, and the way you took control was terrific, if it had been anybody
else, it might just have been a mess, but I'm certain we've created some
special images this morning.'

        `Thanks,' Ewan said faintly, `it means a lot to me to hear you say
that, your pics were a great help, I can't believe that you want to do
stuff with me when you've got Paul though.'

        `The difference is that I don't love Paul and he doesn't love me,
I'm not even sure he knows what love is. He is quite often hard to work
with, you on the other hand are a natural, inspirational and what's more I
love you.'

        `Thank you,' he said, `I love you too, and for what it's worth I
thought Pauls pictures of you were pretty terrible, even though they were
very sexy, once I'd worked out what they were, but he'd miss a dead donkey
unless he stood on it.'

        `You're not wrong,' I agreed, `there was a lot time spent in the
darkroom to make them as good as they are, he is just not good with a
camera.' We were interrupted by the kettle boiling, once the tea was made
and poured into mugs, I was able to resume our conversation; `I have a bit
of a problem with Paul,' I said slightly nervously.

        `He's going to expect things to carry on as they are, isn't he?'
Ewan asked.

        `I'm afraid he probably is,' I agreed, `and I'm not quite sure what
to do about it. Say the word and I'll tell him to go hang, but I'm afraid
if I tell him about you and me, then his whole carefully constructed lie
will begin to crumble and he will have to face up to something he has
always denied.'

        `It's ok,' Ewan said, giving me a hug, `I'll just have to share you
with him for now. I consider all the time you have spent with him as
training for spending time with me, it doesn't mean anything if there's no
love in it; you might just as well have a wank. Just don't think I'm giving
you carte blanche to fuck any one you please,' he added sternly.

        `Jesus, what makes you think I'd ever have the energy to fuck
anyone else, it's not even midday; you've spunked up my arse twice, and
I've just had the biggest orgasm I've had since yesterday. We're just
fucking lucky we're teenagers and we can do this, I bet your brother would
be dead jealous.'

        `Point taken, I think. Well, now that we've sorted out our
differences, what shall we do for the rest of the day?'

        `For now, finish our tea? and then maybe another shower together?'

        `You're obsessed with showers,' he said affectionately, `don't you
get to wash at home?'

        `Of course I do,' I answered, `but I do like to be clean and to
smell nice, and yet at the same time I like all the mess and stickiness
that comes with really good sex.'

        `You're weird,' he smiled, `come on then.' He climbed off my lap
and extended his hand to lead me back upstairs.

        I was ever so grateful that his house possessed an abundant supply
of hot water, it had run out on us once previously, but on this occasion it
didn't let us down. Once again we washed each other, intimately and
tenderly, in a way that was becoming customary to us. As we wrapped each
other in our still damp towels, I pointed at our soggy and stained
underwear with my big toe; `I feel sorry for those pants.'

        `Why?' Ewan asked.

        `I think the longest either of us has kept ours on is about an
hour,' I said.

        `So?'

        `I guess pants are meant to be worn, these are just too sexy.'

        `I tell you what,' he replied slowly.

        `What,' I asked?

        `How about we both wear ours to school on a day when neither of us
has PE, and then we'll know how it feels to wear them all day, we can meet
up at lunchtime to compare notes.'

        I wasn't entirely sure if he was taking the piss, but decided that
it was better not to go down that road. `Ok, I'm game if you are, anyway,
what shall we do now?'

        `There was something,' he broke off.

        `Yes?'

        `Well, you remember talking to me about dressing up?'

        `Yes, I had to work quite hard to persuade Paul to dress up for our
photo sessions.'

        `I don't think you'll have to work quite so hard with me,' he said
softly.

        `How do you mean,' I said, playing dumb.

        `I mean I'd really like to set up a photo series that involves some
costume,' he answered seriously.

        `I'm easy, whatever turns you on,' I answered, although my mind was
rolling through the possibilities; `what did you have in mind?'

        `I know it sounds really kinky, but I think it might work.'

        `What does?'

        `Promise me you won't laugh.'

        `I promise,' I said crossing my fingers behind my back.

        `Ok, here it is,' he sounded nervous.

        `Go on,' I prompted, `I trust you.'

        `Thanks, how about the innocent schoolboy (that would be you by the
way), seduced by a seemingly innocent young girl?'

        `All good so far,' I agreed, `except we have no seemingly innocent
young girl.'

        `Ah, but that's the twist, the girl turns out to be a surprisingly
well endowed young man.'

        `Ah, now I begin to understand, the girl would be you perchance?'

        `Yes.'

        `Right, on principle I don't have a problem, but there are certain
technical difficulties to overcome. First off, you are pretty obviously a
boy, secondly, apart from a couple of pairs of knickers we are sadly
lacking in costume, thirdly, girls wear make up, and unless you know what
you are doing, you'll look grotesque.'

        `Sorted,' he said triumphantly.

        `How do you mean?'

        `I've tried, if I tie my hair back in bunches and put a bit of
lipstick on I reckon I'd pass for a girl, I don't have any tits, but nor do
some of them.'

        `Ok, how about item 2?'

        `Ah well, I got my costume sorted when we went through the jumble.'

        `You devious little sod,' I spluttered, `you've had this planned.'

        `Guilty,' he replied, smiling at me.

        `Ok, assuming your costume is alright, I think we should do it, but
let's give it a little twist.'

        `What are you thinking of?' he asked.

        `Well I know it might seem to be a bit of a cliché at first, but
how about; boy comes home from school having found some girlie mags along
the way, thinks he is alone in the house but is in fact being spied on,
starts getting down to it, at some critical point the girl is revealed. She
gets in on the action, and is eventually discovered to be a boy dressed as
a girl, they do what comes naturally and that's the end of story.'

        `I like it,' he smiled, `there are some girlie mags in Alistairs
wardrobe you can use, in fact his room would be better, because it's tidier
and there's room for me to hide. His old school clobber would probably fit
you better than mine too. Shall we go and have a look?'

        A quick search of the other bedroom revealed everything we needed,
his brothers old clothes would fit me well enough, although he had much
bigger feet. I was more intrigued to see how Ewan would transform himself
into a credible girl. `Right, that's me sorted,' I said, `let's see about
you.'

        Ewans jumble sale booty had included a denim wrap around mini
skirt, a white, semi transparent and very obviously feminine top, and
rather mysteriously, a bra.

        `What on earth are you going to do with that,' I asked, pointing,
`you've got nothing to put in it.'

        `Ah, but it's what they call a training bra, I thought if I put it
on, the straps would show through the top and make me seem more like a
girl.'

        `Ah, I see. Which pants were you proposing to wear with this
ensemble?'

        `I thought the yellow ones we got from the jumble, they're a bit
see through, could be good.'

        `Anything would look good on you,' I said, `I'm beginning to get
turned on already.'

        `You do realise it's big school pants for you, I suppose?' he
grinned.

        `Yeah, got to get into character, come on then, let's get set up.'
To my surprise, it didn't take much to make Ewan look like a fairly
creditable girl; we dampened his hair and scraped it back into two bunches,
and he applied a little lippy that he had stolen from somewhere. We managed
to work out how to put on the training bra, he pulled on some striped knee
length socks and after that the rest was simple; we had created a quite
tom-boyish looking, but otherwise believable girl.

        Ewan twirled in front of the mirror; `how do I look?'

        `Good, except you have no shoes,' I answered honestly, `if it's ok,
I'd like to take a few shots just of you before we start.'

        `I assumed that she'd be the sort of girl who doesn't wear shoes at
home, like me, and yes let's do it.'

        `Fair enough,' I agreed. I threw on my costume, Alistairs cast offs
fitted me well enough, they wouldn't be on for long after all. I took a few
shots just of Ewan posing, the classic back view; mini skirt pulled up a
little to show his bum, a few bent over my knees, as if about to be
spanked, and the final one where I knelt in front of him and started to
pull his pants down. In all of these we were careful to conceal his gender,
we were just playing around, and Ewan was getting used to the feel of being
a girl.

         There were two main establishing shots for our storyline, the
first being Ewan running upstairs and hiding in the wardrobe, and the other
being me closing the front door, and heading up the same stairs. I got a
nice shot up his skirt as he ran up the stairs away from me, and Ewan took
some of me coming in, kicking off my oversized school shoes, and heading up
to the bedroom. We had set up the tripod so that it covered the end of the
bed and the wardrobe, Ewan had the cable release, and then just had to
gradually intrude into the shots as I got down to business.

        I came into the room, threw my school bag onto the bed, and
impatiently shrugged off my blazer. I sat down on the end of the bed,
facing the camera, and opened up the bag, pulling out some girlie mags. I
began leafing through them, no need to feign interest; these were fresh
images to me. I stretched out on the bed, hopefully showing signs of my
growing erection, although school trousers conceal many things. As I
continued to examine the mags, I allowed my free hand to drift down to my
crotch, and idly stroked my cock through my trousers.

        I was vaguely conscious of Ewan peering out from his hiding place,
and moved things on a bit; undoing my waist button and pulling the zip down
I pulled my shirt free, and briskly pulled it over my head, allowing my
trousers to gape a little, and show the top of my y-fronts. I settled back
again and slipped my hand into my trousers, much more obviously playing
with my cock now, although still not showing much to the camera.

        `Ok, hold it,' came a voice from the cupboard, `we've run out of
film.'

        `Can you change it? Or shall I do it?' I asked.

        `No, it's easy,' he answered, `you stay put.' True to his word, he
rewound the exposed film and quickly and easily put in a new one, snapping
a couple of close up shots of my hand in my pants before putting the camera
back on the tripod. I took this as a cue to lose the trousers, and rolled
over onto my back, arching my bum clear of the bed and pushing the garment
free. I turned back onto my side, and kicked them off completely, catching
a glimpse of Ewan leaning out of the door in fascination. I wondered when
he was going to make his move, but realised that I probably had to go a bit
further before he did.

        I decided that now was the time to demonstrate the erotic
possibilities of baggy old school y-fronts, and, whilst continuing to
concentrate my gaze on the girlie mags, I began to stroke my now fully
erect cock through the soft material. I changed my position, sitting up,
leaning against the wall, so that my cock tented the loose fabric, and my
balls could be glimpsed through the leg-holes. I then pretended that the
mags had slipped onto the floor, and dived off the bed after them, giving
the camera a good shot of my arse and my erection from behind.

        At this point, me lying over the end of the bed facing the
wardrobe, legs wide apart and scrabbling on the floor for the girlie mags,
Ewan decided to make his move; He shot out of the wardrobe, as if falling,
and landed across me, facing the camera, he even managed to have his skirt
ride up a little, showing his yellow knickers. As we were role playing, I
pretended to be shocked and angry and grabbed him, throwing him onto the
bed in front of me and pinning him down. After a moment or two, where I
supposedly assessed the situation, I let him stand up whilst I was holding
onto his upper arms, back to the camera and sat myself, legs apart on the
edge of the bed, my supposedly forgotten, but still very stiff cock
distending my pants. As if administering justice, I pulled Ewan across my
knees, and pulling up his skirt, I began to pretend to spank him on his
yellow panty clad arse. He was a fighter though, and soon wriggled free,
ending up squatting on the floor between my legs, skirt pulled up and still
facing me.

        Whilst I put on an expression of exasperation and annoyance, he put
out a tentative hand, and touched my bulging cock. That was enough to
change the situation, I let go of his arms, and leaned back against the
wall, inviting him to help himself. Without getting up off the floor, he
reached out and very slowly began to explore my erection, first stroking it
through the cotton, then more boldly slipping his cool hand up the leg hole
and stroking my balls. I didn't need to pretend I was enjoying this
attention, and I was happy to allow Ewan to move things along at his own
pace. Eventually, he climbed up onto the bed and knelt beside me. I slowly
unbuttoned his top, and he shrugged it free, leaving the bra for the
moment. I settled back, my eyes closed, as he slipped a hand into my pants
and began to masturbate me.

        With his other hand, he undid the mini skirt and pulled it free,
still keeping his back to the camera, and for all intents and purposes
still looking like a teenage girl. Finally, he tugged gently at the waist
band of my pants and I lifted up my bottom, enabling him to slowly pull
them down. Somehow, he was still managing to take the pictures, as I was
conscious of the flash going every now and again. He stretched himself out
on the bed, resting his head on my hip, alongside my newly released cock,
and looked past it straight into the camera. Still looking directly into
the lens, he slowly took my cock into his mouth, and stroking my balls with
one hand, he began to suck me off. I decided that I had been passive for
long enough, and began to stroke his hair and the nape of his neck as he
was going down on me. It was all I could reach until he obligingly shuffled
round and sat on his haunches alongside me, still keeping his bottom
towards the camera, although from my position I could see that he was very
erect and dripping with pre-cum. I was now able to reach the whole of his
back, and began to stroke his bottom, still clad in the yellow panties.

        I assumed it was about time for the big reveal, he was going to
make me come in his mouth if we didn't move on, so I began to slide my hand
between his legs, he obligingly knelt up, leaving my dripping cock and
spread his legs a little, at the same time twisting towards the camera so
that my discovery and his secret were revealed at the same time. As if in
shock, I sat up, and pulled him over backwards onto my chest, his yellow
panties were stretched to their limit with his bulging erection, and the
spreading patch of moisture indicating that he was pretty turned on.

        Abruptly I pulled the front of his panties down, as if I didn't
believe the evidence of my own eyes, allowing his lovely cock to spring
free. Slowly I took hold of it and began wank him, he reached behind him
and took a hold of my cock, and we wanked together. I could see that he was
really close to coming, he was flushed and beginning to sweat, I wasn't far
off either, and felt it was important that we came together. I moved round
on the bed, so that I was lying flat, and pulled Ewan round alongside me,
pulling his panties free, we laid there, side by side, each working on the
others cock, until I could feel the pressure beginning to build. `I'm
nearly there,' I said, speaking for the first time in ages.

        `So am I,' he grunted.

        `Let's finish it then,' I said, and we both speeded up our action,
it really wasn't long before I felt myself slipping over the edge and my
cock erupted with more gouts of my creamy white spunk, at the same moment,
Ewan came too, his come squirting free and combining in a sticky pool on my
heaving stomach.

        `There's just one more shot,' Ewan said, and sat up beside me, our
two cocks clashing; still erect, red and hard. He stirred the pool of come,
and scooping up a dripping handful he poured it carefully into my open
mouth. In turn, I offered him a share, and as he sucked greedily on my
fingers, our mingled spunk running messily over his chin, he smiled
angelically into the camera.

        I hugged his sweaty body to me, fiddling with the ridiculous
training bra as I kissed him full on the lips. We were once again messy,
sweaty and badly in need of a shower, and I wondered how I might suggest
this to him. We sat entwined for a few moments before either of us felt any
urge to speak.

         Eventually, the sweat cooling on our naked bodies forced us to
take some action; `Come on,' Ewan said, `time for the third shower of the
day.'

        `Alright,' I said, and followed him into the bathroom once again.

        We were both a little shell shocked after our session, the creative
energy that flowed between us was very intense, and at the same time
exhausting. Neither of us felt a very powerful urge to do anything sexual
for a bit, and once we'd showered and towelled each other dry we dressed in
a companionable silence, I pulled on my blue nylon pants that had dried on
the radiator, and Ewan a pair of the black ones that we had modified the
day before, apart from a general approving inspection, we took matters no
further, and put on the rest of our clothes.

        `What shall we do now?' I asked, `I don't know about you but I'm
starving, and your dad gave me some money, how about we go and get a
pizza?'

        `Great idea, I could eat a small elephant,' Ewan said. The pizza
was still a bit of a novelty in the `70s, and new chains were only just
starting to open up, otherwise it was a food that was confined to the many
small trattoria that were the mainstay of high street food in those
days. This was way before the ubiquitous curry houses and kebab shops that
feed the hungry schoolboy these days.

        We locked up the house and cycled together across the common to buy
our pizzas, once we had played the game of how much salad can you get into
the meagre bowls at the salad bar (Ewan won, he had a technique for
building up a wall with cucumber and coleslaw that was very innovative), we
sat in our booth in the quiet restaurant and waited for our food to arrive.

        `How did you feel about our session?' I asked, a little nervously.

        `I loved it,' he said simply, `it knackered me though, I think we
might have to lay off the sex for a couple of days before we do another
one.'

        `So you'd like to do another one?' I pressed, secretly delighted.

        `Oh yes,' he said, eyes flashing, `I think we only just touched the
surface there.'

        `Do you have any ideas?'

        `Loads, how about we..' his erotic monologue was interrupted by the
arrival of the waiter with our pizzas and for the moment food took
precedence over sex.

        Once we were outside quite a lot of pizza, I returned to the
subject; `I'm not mad keen to get anybody else involved with us, before you
get too carried away.'

        `That's good, I'm prepared to tolerate your having an occasional
wank with Paul for the time being, but other than that I'm not up sharing
you with anyone.'

        His words gave me a warm glow, for the first time I truly felt like
more than just an individual. We finished our meal and made our way back to
our bikes. `What shall we do now?' I asked, `it's still early, your dad
won't be back for ages.'

        `Let's cycle down to the canal and muck about,' Ewan said.

        So we did, spending a relatively blameless couple of hours doing
boy things and generally having fun. It was during this time that our bond
of friendship developed still further, as we found more and more in common
with each other. It's ever so easy to love someone, less so to like them
sometimes, or so I've found. My love for Ewan never wavered, but
strengthened as our mutual understanding grew.

        We were sat on a bench by the canal side, idly chucking twigs into
the water, when I once more returned to the subject that was occupying my
thoughts; `what were you thinking of for another photo series?'

        `Well,' he said, `I'm still thinking about it, but I think it
should include interesting pants, lots of sex and a great deal of spunk.'

        `That'll be a novelty then,' I said drily, `you really seem to have
taken to this idea don't you. After all before this morning you'd only been
photographed by that bastard Mr Symonds.'

        `Yeah, and wouldn't he be creaming his pants if he could see what
we've been up to! I had a lot of time to think about things when he was
taking pictures of me, and part of it was that I really enjoyed the feeling
that exploring my body in front of the camera gave me. It was only when he
took the control away from me that I hated it, promise me that you'll never
do that to me.'

        `I've already made that promise several times over,' I said, `I
will never let you get into a situation where you haven't a get out.'

        `Thanks,' he said, and I realised that he was gently crying
again. I offered him my grubby schoolboy handkerchief and he wiped away the
tears. Once he was sorted out, he handed me back the soggy handkerchief and
then threw his arms round me, kissing me passionately on the lips, `You are
the best,' he said, `I'm so glad we finally got it together.'

        `Thank you,' I replied, `I promise you I'm as happy about it as you
are.'

	The sight of two teenage boys snogging on the towpath was not the
sort of thing that would have been considered acceptable back then, it
would probably cause more than a raised eyebrow even today, but we were
lovers and oblivious to any danger. Eventually we broke free, and I looked
at my watch; `blimey, we'd better get our skates on, your dad will be home
soon, and your brothers room looks like there's been a roman orgy in it,
not to mention our spunky pants lying around everywhere.'

	`You're right, we've got some tidying up to do, come on, I'll race
you back.'

	We jumped on our bikes and raced back to the house, we were in
time, fortunately, and were able to clear up before Ewan's dad got
home. Having made the arrangements for the following Wednesday, I was to
take Ewan back to mine for tea, and then we'd head across the common to his
house, an hour or so of his exercises, and then the rest of the night was
ours.

	`I'll make up the bed in Alistairs room for you,' said Ewans dad.

	`Oh don't bother,' I replied, `I'll use the put up bed in Ewans
room, it'll be like an extension of our Lake District holiday.'

	`If you're sure,' he said, `if he snores too loudly I suppose you
can always move into the next room.'

	`Dad!' Ewan protested.

	`Only kidding,' he said, laughing at his outraged son.

	`Actually, Ewan said he wanted to know if he did snore, so this
would be an ideal opportunity to find out,' I added helpfully.

	`As you wish,' he answered, `that's the spirit of scientific
enquiry I like to see.'

	`Yeah, and if it's too gruesome I can escape across the landing.'

	`Well, hopefully I won't disturb you two adventurers when I come
in, it'll probably be very late, and you've both got school the next day,
just leave a sign that you are both in occupation and I'll see you at
breakfast.'

	`Ok,' we chorused. Looking at my watch again, I realised that I had
to get home, I still had work to prepare for school the next day, and I was
expected for supper.

	`I'm afraid I am going to have to go,' I said regretfully, `I
promised I'd be back in time to eat. I'll see you at school tomorrow,' I
said to Ewan, `thanks for a really good day; I haven't had such a good time
for ages.'

	`Yeah, me too,' he said, `I'll see you out.'

	`Thanks a lot,' said Ewans dad, `you know you're welcome to come
here any time.'

	`Yes, thanks, I think Ewan has made that very clear,' I answered,
making my way swiftly towards the door before I was overtaken by the
giggles, `bye then.'

	Ewan held open the front door, shoulders silently heaving, to let
me wheel my bike out, as I left, he leaned over and kissed me full on the
lips. `I'll see you tomorrow,' he whispered, and stood watching as I cycled
away.

	Once again, my mind was full of thoughts, looking back I could
hardly believe what a day we had had together, and I was looking forward
with pleasant anticipation to the Wednesday night sleepover, although
somehow I doubted that there would be very much sleep involved.


To be continued...