Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 18:11:58 -0600
From: spasm2 <spasm2@mailandnews.com>
Subject: Pauls Pants Chapter 2

	It was going to be a long hot summer, and I had discovered a new
role for myself, that of porno photographer, with Paul as my model. He had
convinced himself that posing for erotic pictures was going to be a useful
weapon in his limited range of seductive techniques. His lack of
inhibitions and willingness to follow instructions had given me a couple of
memorable days and made me extremely horny as well. The slightly weird
thing, was that Paul was firmly convinced that he was only interested in
girls; watching his naked body, cock in hand, as he posed in front of me I
couldn't quite square that particular circle.

        As for me, although I was happy with boys, or girls, up to this
point in time the only penis I had handled was my own, although Paul
dangling his cock like candy in front of me was having a definite effect on
me. He didn't exactly share my erotic fascination with underwear, and its
contents, he did, however, have a comprehensive and varied collection, and
was happy to indulge my tastes, in the pursuit of eroticism.

        We had done a couple of photo sessions at my place, and I was kept
busy developing and printing up the results, the printing sessions
interrupted by my regular and urgent need to get my cock out and have a
wank.

        Paul was taken off on summer holidays with his parents, and I spent
the long days cycling about and exploring. When he came back, he was full
of excitement, he'd met a girl, and they'd had a tentative grope. More than
ever, he was convinced that seductive success needed an armoury of
pictures.

        He rang me and begged me to do another session with him, there was
no way I was going to turn him down, but there was a problem, my sister was
home and unlikely not to notice that I had a naked boy in my
bedroom. "We'll have to do it at your place," I said firmly, "there's too
many people back at mine to do it safely."

        "That's fine, my little brother's gone on a school camp, and my
parents are working."

        "Ok then, I'll come round tomorrow."

        I went round to Paul's house quite early the next day, when he
answered the door he was wearing a deplorable quilted dressing gown, there
didn't seem to be very much underneath, I was stiff already. We got up to
Paul's squalid bedroom and I got my camera out, "What have you got on under
that?" I pointed.

        By way of answer, he let the front fall open and my camera flashed,
he had his purple mesh briefs on again, the pics I took then are pretty
much the only ones where he didn't have an erection. I hadn't planned any
pictorial scenarios; I just wanted to see his body displayed in front of me
again. However, I had to think of something; "How about, you've just woken
up, you've got that early morning stiffy and you need to do something about
it."

        "That sounds cool," he answered, "let's do it."

        Paul stripped off his pants and put his pyjama bottoms on, and
climbed into bed, throwing back the bed clothes he lay still for a moment,
then, eyes closed, his questing hand made its way slowly and deliberately
down to between his legs, his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his
pyjamas. He sat up, smiling at me as his erection popped open his flys, he
stood up, briefly, the stiffness holding his pyjama up for a moment. Very
gently, he pulled them clear, and his prick sprang fully into view. Slowly
and deliberately, he rolled over, his lovely bottom coming into view,
gently he lifted a leg, and his cock pointed down towards his feet as he
hung onto it. Keeping moving, and continuing to massage his cock, he rolled
onto his back, smiling a sweet and enigmatic smile. At this point, I ran
out of film again; "Ok, hold it there, oh, you are holding it."

        He laughed at my poor attempt at humour, "what shall we do now?"

        "Hmm, how about something with underwear?"

        "I think I could have guessed that one, what should I wear?"

        "I don't know, show me what you've got."

        Paul walked naked over to the clean underwear pile, his cock
swinging gently, and picked up a handful of briefs, "I know," he said, "how
about these?" and he held up a pair of white nylon pants with a Tom and
Jerry motif on the front.

        "Mmm, they'll do," I said, feigning indifference as he put them on,
the image of his cock and balls filling out the white nylon was very
stimulating to me. "How about you get in the shower with them on, and get
all soaped up?"

        "Only one problem there, we don't have a shower, but I could have a
bath?"

        "That'll be fine, we can do that, as long as there's room in there
for me too."

        Paul ran off to the bathroom, his bottom twinkling in the tight
white pants, I surreptitiously rubbed at my aching erection and loaded a
film into my camera. Once the bath was full, Paul climbed in and the water
filled his pants, the white fabric clinging to his penis, and becoming
almost transparent in the process. I took a few shots, and then Paul got
the soap out, and started to rub it vigorously into his crotch. He
masturbated his cock through the thin fabric, as a fine foam started to
build up. We explored all the possible positions that an agile young man
can take in a bath full of water, and eventually the pants came off. Paul
knelt up in the bath, his body beaded with water, and his cock held firmly,
"Could we do the come shot now?" he pleaded, "I am so ready for it."

        "Yeah, go for it, there's not much film left."

        It was at this point that things went slightly pear shaped, Paul
was wanking away, his cock ready and hot in his hand, as he nodded to me, I
got down low at the end of the bath to catch the moment.

        "Oh, here it comes," he groaned. As he leaned back to give me the
full benefit of his spunking, he slipped and fell back sending a tidal wave
of water down the bath, and over me. Struggling to save the moment, he got
up again and the come erupted from his cock, all over my face and
hair. After a shocked moment, we both began to laugh. "Is the camera Ok,"
Paul asked between guffaws.

        "Its fine, but I'm soaked, and covered in your jizz."

        "I can see that, it'll wash out."

        I pulled off my soaked t-shirt, and leaning over the bath, I
sponged some water over my face and hair, I was very conscious of Paul's
purple cock inches from my face, a few blobs of come still on the shaft.

        "Here, let me help you." Paul took the sponge from my hand and
tried to clean my hair with it. He moved a little closer, and as he did,
his cock rubbed against my shoulder, "there, that's all clear now."

        "Thanks," I said, faintly, getting up, and seizing the opportunity
to accidentally rub against his penis again. "We'd better get this cleaned
up, or you'll be in trouble."

        He climbed out of the bath, and grabbed a towel, handing me
another; "You're really soaked, you'll have take those strides off so we
can get them dry."

        Trembling with excitement, I took off my soaking trousers, my pants
were soaking too, and I don't think anybody was going to miss my distended
penis, pressing the damp fabric away from my body.

        "Looks like you've got a bit of a problem there," Paul said, "would
you like me to take your picture?" He picked up my camera, and dashed naked
out of the bathroom, gesturing for me to follow him. I went after; Paul was
standing on a chair, and ordered me to lie on the bed. I laid down and
arched my back, pressing my cock forward into my briefs, the camera flashed
and I changed my position, pushing my hands down under the waist band and
hauling my cock out. The sight of Paul standing over me, still erect and
completely naked was very erotic, and I couldn't hold back any longer, I
came all over the place, mostly over myself fortunately. This vision had
clearly stimulated Paul again, and he was idly masturbating again.

        "Get me a tissue would you," I said weakly, "I'm covered in it."

        "Sure," he said.

        When he came back, he was wrapped in a towel, and looked troubled.

        "What's the matter?" I asked, as I mopped the spunk off my body.
        "Does this mean that I'm a poof?"

        "Does what mean that you're a poof?"

        "My getting carried away, and encouraging you to copy me, and my
being turned on by it."

        "No, of course not, its perfectly natural to be turned on by a
naked body, don't give it another thought."

        We cleaned the bathroom up to the best of our abilities, and I
tried to get my clothes dry with his mum's hairdryer. Happily it was a warm
and sunny day, and I was dry by the time I got home. When I developed the
film, I found Paul's pictures of me almost as stimulating as his pictures,
even though he was no photographer. I didn't expect him to want another
photo session for a while, I think we both had something to think about.