Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 12:44:19 -0000
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Family Album - Chapter 15

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any
actual events.

Gymnopedies   January 2005
gym@softhome.net


Family Album - Chapter 15
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The following week provided little opportunity for photography. In fact,
Jack had hardly any chance at all to be alone with either of his
brothers. On Thursday evening his mother suggested that he ring his Uncle
Andy to confirm arrangements for the weekend. Jack told his uncle that
Jamie would be joining them for the first week, but both Alex and Jamie
would need to be brought home on the following Friday ready to go away with
Jamie's parents early on Saturday morning. This was fine with Andy, who
said he would be over just after lunch on the coming Saturday to collect
them all. He also told Jack that he now had a digital camera of his own,
which the teen would be free to use, so he could leave his camera at
home. Any pictures that Jack took while he was there could be burned onto a
CD so that he could bring them back with him.

Later that evening Jack was sitting alone in his room playing a game on his
computer when there was a light knock on his door. It was Chris.

The fourteen year old looked a little nervous as he came in. "Jack, can I
ask you a favour."

"Depends," the older boy replied. "If it involves money, I haven't got
any."

"No, it's nothing like that," said Chris. "It's about Tim and Mike."

Jack closed down his game and turned to face his brother.

"Their parents are going out tomorrow night," Chris continued. "So we
thought it would be a good idea if they came over and spent the night with
us."

"Where would they sleep?" Jack asked. There was a spare bedroom, but at the
moment it was used more as a storeroom and it would be a mammoth job to
clear it out. The teenager hoped that this wasn't the favour that his
younger brother was about to ask.

"They're fetching sleeping bags," Chris explained. "They're happy to sleep
on the floor; it's only for one night. The problem is, there isn't really
room in my bedroom for both of them. We could probably manage, but it would
be a real squeeze. I was wondering if maybe one of them could sleep on the
floor in your room."

"Fine with me," said Jack, with barely any hesitation at all. He quite
liked the idea of sleeping in the same room as one of the cute boys. It
would probably be Mike, and if that was the case things might get even more
interesting. "You'll need to get the idea past Mom though."

"Oh, it's ok with her," said Chris. "I asked her first. She says that as
long as you agree, there's no problem."

"You can go ahead and tell them it's sorted then," Jack smiled. "Don't
forget that Andy will be here after lunch on Saturday to collect us, so
we'll need to be packed and ready."

"Yeah, that'll be ok. Tim and Mike will go home straight after breakfast,
so there'll be plenty of time to get ready. Thanks, Jack." Chris turned to
go, but the oldest brother stopped him.

"You doing anything at the moment?" Jack asked.

"Not really," Chris shrugged. "I was going to give the twins a quick ring
and tell them that we're on for tomorrow, but after that I was just going
to watch TV for a while. You have something in mind?"

Jack gave a grin. "I was wondering if you wanted to see those pictures of
Alex you've been going to have a look at for the past couple of weeks."

Chris' mouth twitched in a slight smile. "Yeah, why not? It'll be fun
seeing what the little show-off got up to. You say he went a bit further
than I did?"

"You could say that," said Jack, understating the situation. He didn't
think Chris was quite ready to find out the full extent of Alex's
"posing". It would be interesting though to see the fourteen year old's
reaction to at least the first relatively harmless set that Alex had made.

"I'll just make the call. I'll only be a minute," said Chris.

"Bring the chair from your room when you come back," Jack called after his
brother. While Chris was out of the room, the older teen quickly sorted
through the directories on his computer. He didn't want to accidentally
bring up the wrong pictures; Chris would probably freak if he saw some of
the things that were on there. By the time the younger boy returned, Jack
was pretty much organised. "You get sorted out?"

"Yeah," Chris nodded. "I spoke to Mike. He says he doesn't mind sleeping in
your room, so Tim will be in with me."

"No problem," said Jack. This was a pretty much perfect situation as far as
he was concerned. He knew from his conversation with Mike during the soccer
match the previous Saturday that there was a good chance the boy would be
willing to play around a little, as long as they took things slowly.

Jack moved his chair slightly to one side to allow Chris to put his own in
next to him. It was a warm evening and Chris was wearing a T-shirt and
shorts, and their chairs were so close that Chris' right leg was pressed up
touching Jack's left. Jack wished that he had put on his own shorts instead
of the jeans he was wearing, but it was too late to do anything about it
now without appearing too obvious. "You ready?" the older boy asked.

"Sure."

A picture of Alex appeared on the screen. He had a cheeky smile on his face
and was lifting up the front of his T-shirt exposing about an inch of
smooth stomach.

"I took these after Alex walked in and caught me editing the bodybuilder
poses I took of you," Jack explained. It was almost the truth. Jack had
actually been about to jerk off to one of the pictures rather than editing
it. "Alex saw it and complained that I hadn't taken any pictures of him
with his shirt off. So just to make him happy I took these."

As the sequence moved through pictures of the youngster lifting his shirt
higher, first at one side, then all the front at once to show off his
preteen chest, Chris gave a soft laugh. "He's loving it," he said. "Look at
his face."

"Yeah, Alex is a natural poser," Jack agreed. "Just wait until you see what
he did later on."

The slide show continued. Alex tucked his shirt behind his neck and
proceeded to go through a selection of poses, flexing his arms, stroking
his chest and sticking out his tongue.

"Here we go. Brace yourself," said Jack, hitting the key to cycle onto the
next picture. On the screen was a slightly blurred image of Alex's ass
cheeks. His shorts were pushed down just low enough to completely expose
the pale globes and the boy's face could just be seen to one side, he wore
a big grin as he twisted his head around to look at the camera.

"What the...?" Chris gave a short laugh. "I might have known. Typical Alex;
always has to take things a stage further."

"Well, this time he took them two stages further." Feeling a little nervous
about what Chris' reaction might be, Jack clicked through to the next
picture. This one showed their youngest brother from the front, his shirt
still tucked back behind his neck and the front of his shorts held down to
reveal his dick and balls.

Chris was quiet for a couple of seconds, and then his breath whistled out
from between his teeth. "He let you take a picture of him like that?"

"He didn't just let, he asked me to. In fact he got me to take a close up."
Jack moved onto the final picture of this sequence, which was a close-up of
Alex's preteen equipment. "He wanted to see what it would look like blown
up on the screen."

"Well, I guess he found out," said Chris softly, his eyes locked on the
image.

"He said it was ok to show it to you," said Jack, more to break the awkward
silence that had descended than for any other reason.

"Yeah, well, he did see the ones you took of me," said Chris, giving a
rather shy grin. "Not that mine were anywhere near as revealing as
these. Is this it or are there more?"

"Would you like to see more?"

"I'm curious about how far he went."

Jack decided to risk revealing a bit more and see what happened. "These
were all we did at this session. But when we'd done he made me promise that
we could do it again another time so that he could strip off completely. I
have the other set if you want to see them; I don't think Alex will
mind. But I should warn you that he does get a boner in this next lot."

"You took pictures of him with a boner?" Chris looked stunned.

"Yeah," Jack nodded. "But you've seen him with a boner anyway, that time he
walked in on you in the bathroom."

"I seem to remember he wasn't the only one with a boner," said Chris,
grinning at his older brother.

"Well, I'd just got up," Jack said, quickly, feeling his face redden
slightly. "Don't tell me you don't sometimes wake up on a morning with your
dick hard."

Chris looked uncomfortable. "Alright," he said. "I admit I'm sometimes hard
when I wake up, but I don't make a habit of running around the house like
that."

"Neither do I," said Jack. "I heard you shout out and came running to find
out what was happening. Besides, I don't see why it was such a big
deal. We're brothers; what's so bad about us seeing each other naked?"

Chris didn't reply. He sat looking down at his hands.

"Chris, can I ask you something?" Jack asked, hesitantly. He wanted so much
to get closer to his brother, but at the same time he was afraid of
crossing the line and causing the boy to push him further away. "You always
appear so shy about your body as if it's such a big thing for anyone even
to see you without your shirt on. Even Tim and Mike were making jokes about
it that time we did the pictures in here. It's almost as if you're ashamed
of how you look, which doesn't make any sense; you look incredible."

The fourteen year old didn't reply immediately. Slowly he lifted his head
until his eyes met Jack's. He gave a sort of shy smile before raising his
hand and running his fingers back through his dark blond hair. The image
confirmed Jack's last statement. The older teen thought the boy really did
look incredible.

Chris' smile disappeared and he frowned and shook his head. "It's so hard
to explain."

"Give it a go," said Jack, gently. He put his hand on his brother's bare
leg, just above the knee.

The boy drew in a deep breath. "You've no idea how much I'd like to be like
you or Alex."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're so clever. You make everything you do look so easy. Everyone
likes you at school. Even the teachers like you because you're so good at
everything. Then there's Alex. He doesn't worry about anything. He's a real
pain most of the time but everyone still loves him anyway. He's just so
confident about everything; look at way he took everything off in those
pictures without worrying what people might think or that they might laugh
at him."

Jack was taken completely by surprise. He'd had no idea that Chris was
thinking any of these things. "You make it sound like we have everything
but you're a complete failure."

"That's what it feels like sometimes."

"Well that's just plain silly," said Jack. "We're all different. We're all
good at different things. You say everyone likes me, but I'm not half as
popular at school as you are. So what if you're not as good as me at school
stuff? You're brilliant at sports. It was only last weekend that you won
the soccer championship for the school. That wasn't me or Alex, or anyone
else, it was you. I couldn't have done it; I'm hopeless at anything to do
with sport and Alex isn't much better. As to Alex's confidence, that's just
Alex; it's the way he is."

"Well I wish I could be more like that."

"It's no good wishing you were like someone else," said Jack. "You have so
much going for you as you are now. You mentioned that thing about Alex
taking his clothes off without worrying that people might laugh. Is that
why you're always so careful to keep yourself covered up? Do you really
think anyone would laugh at you just because they saw you without your
shirt on?"

Chris gave a shrug.

Jack was struggling to comprehend how someone as talented and good looking
as Chris could possibly have such low self-confidence. "Oh, Chris," he
murmured, shaking his head. He leaned towards his brother and putting his
arms around him he hugged him tightly. After a second's hesitation, Chris
hugged him back.

Things were now falling into place for Jack. This explained his brother's
reluctance to ask for help with the biology project that had nearly
resulted in him being dropped from the soccer team. It also explained the
boy's reluctance to let anyone see the bodybuilder pictures and a hundred
other things that Jack had dismissed at the time but now which now made
sense. The soccer match had been so important because that was something
that Chris knew he could do and he saw it as his one chance to shine. But
as far as anything else was concerned he had somehow managed to convince
himself that he was a failure. He even refused to recognise the fact that
he had looks and a body to die for.

As they sat back in their chairs, Jack gave the younger boy a smile. "I'm
sure that no one would laugh at you for two reasons. Firstly, you're the
best looking boy in the school; no one else is even close."

"Yeah, sure," said Chris, with a negative shake of his head. "What's the
other reason?"

"If anyone did laugh at you I'd beat the crap out them."

Chris gave his brother a speculative look. "You would?"

"As long as they're smaller than me," Jack added, with a nod.

Chris gave a grin which turned into a chuckle and Jack joined in.

"Seriously, Chris, you have so much going for you," said Jack.  "You've got
a terrific personality, you're excellent at all types of sports and even
though you're not the best when it comes to other school stuff, you're not
that bad. Oh, and did I mention you're pretty good looking as well?"

"If you don't stop going on about how good looking I am, I'm going to start
thinking you have a thing for me."

"Well, how do you know I don't?" asked Jack, with a grin, earning himself a
playful punch on the arm. "Ouch!" He made a show of pulling a face and
rubbing his arm where Chris had hit him. "So do you want to see this next
set of Alex?"

"Sure, why not?

After his revelations, Chris now seemed more relaxed than he had in a long
time, as if a burden he'd been carrying had suddenly eased. He laughed with
Jack as the two of them looked at the pictures of Alex's first fully nude
session in front of the camera. Though Jack noticed that the boy went
strangely quite when a close-up of Alex's erection appeared on the screen.

"You ok?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. I've never seen a boner up close before. I still can't believe he
let you photograph him like that."

"I told you, it was his idea that I photograph him naked."

"I don't think I could ever do something like that." Chris pulled a
face. "I'd die if anyone even saw me with a boner, never mind took a
photograph of me with one."

"What, even if it was me who saw you?"

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be quite that bad if it was you," Chris conceded,
shyly. "But it would still be bad enough."

"I used to think like that," said Jack. "But when I tried it I could see
why Alex was always so thrilled to do it. When you're naked and hard,
there's something exciting about having people looking at you; it's
difficult to explain. Just thinking about it is enough to get me going." He
gave an embarrassed grin and nodded down to the prominent bulge in his
jeans, which had actually been there since they had first started looking
at the pictures of Alex. He gave a quick glance at his brother's groin. He
was fairly sure that Chris was also sporting an erection, but then again it
could have just been the way his shorts had creased up when he sat down.

"You've posed naked as well?" asked Chris, picking on what Jack had just
said.

"Not as much as Alex, but I've done a few pics." Jack hesitated a
second. "Want to see them?"

Chris' eyes travelled up and down Jack's body as if imagining what he would
look like without clothes. One side of his mouth curled up in a lopsided
smile. "Go on then."

"Hang on a sec." Jack changed to a different directory. Things appeared to
going pretty well. Chris seemed to have opened up much more than he ever
had before and Jack was going to use any means available to try and push
him a little bit further. He quickly found the pictures that Andy had
taken; not the blow-job session, but the time after, when he had stripped
completely naked in front of Andy and Alex. His hard dick gave a jerk as he
remembered how it had felt to stand there completely exposed with his uncle
and his youngest brother staring at his rock hard cock, and he felt a
tingle of excitement at the thought of what Chris was about to see.  His
fingers trembling over the mouse button, he double clicked on the image
file to bring the first picture from the set up onto the screen.

There were quite a lot of pictures in this set, the early ones all showing
Jack slowly undressing. He quickly cycled through the images of himself
unbuttoning and opening his shirt and running his hands over his
torso. However, when he came to the pictures where he had posed in his
shorts, flexing his muscles bodybuilder style, Chris touched his arm.

"Slow down a minute," said the younger boy, his eyes staring at the screen
and a grin on his face. "These are like the first ones you took of me."

"Yeah, except that I'm down to my shorts; you never got that far."

"You look pretty good," said Chris. "I never realised you had as many
muscles as that."

"Erm, where exactly are you looking?" Jack asked. "If you can see muscles
you can see more than I can." Strangely, although he was excited about
Chris seeing him naked and aroused, Jack was embarrassed by these posing
pictures. "Have you had a good look? Can I move onto the next one?"

"Yeah, I didn't say you had to stop, just go slow so I can see them
properly," said Chris. "You could maybe work on your abs a bit," he
observed.

"You mean so that I can get a six-pack like yours?" Jack grinned. He let go
of the mouse and grabbed at his brother's stomach with both hands.

"Geroff!" cried Chris, doubling over with laughter as he tried to fight
Jack's hands away.

Jack tried to get his hands under Chris' shirt but couldn't manage it
because of the younger boy's struggling. Eventually he gave up and returned
his attention to the computer and the picture show.

"Come on, let's see these other pictures you promised," said Chris,
breathless, as he pulled his shirt straight.

"Nearly there." Jack moved through the next few in the series until he
reached one where he was bending forwards, away from the camera, the tops
of his shorts pushed underneath his exposed butt cheeks.

"There's an interesting shot," said Chris, with a smirk.

Jack had paused because he knew what was coming next. He briefly considered
breaking out of the sequence and missing out the next picture, worried
about what Chris' reaction might be to it. "This next one's a bit
different," he explained, deciding to risk it. He brought the picture up.

Chris gave a gasp. On the screen was a close up of Jack reaching back and
pulling his cheeks apart to expose his butt-hole. Everything was on show;
the dark, puckered ring, the curly hairs around it, even a couple of small
red spots on one of his cheeks. "Different? You can say that again," said
the fourteen year old, pulling a strained face. I'm sorry Jack, but that is
pretty gross." Then he started to giggle.

"Yeah, I guess it's not exactly my best feature," admitted Jack, with an
embarrassed grin. It wasn't a pose he would have chosen to have made if
Andy hadn't suggested it. "Though it's a wonder you could see anything;
Alex had his head in the way because he wanted to get a closer look and he
had to be told to move back."

"Sounds like Alex. Anything weird and he's always the first in line. I
never realised he was such a perv though." Chris' laughter came to a sudden
end and a puzzled frown crossed his face. "Hang on a minute; I thought it
was Alex who was taking the pictures. If Alex was getting in the way, who
was using the camera?"

Instantly, Jack realised he had slipped up. When he had decided to show
Chris this set of pictures, it hadn't occurred to him that his brother
might question who had taken them. It crossed his mind that he could say
that he had taken them himself with the timer, but straight away he
dismissed the idea; firstly it wouldn't really hold up and secondly he
didn't like the thought of lying to Chris. "You have to promise me that you
won't tell anyone about this," he said, his expression serious.

"Why? Come on Jack, you've got me curious now. Who was it? One of your
friends from school?"

Jack shook his head. "It was Andy."

Chris' jaw dropped open. "Uncle Andy took the pictures? You posed naked in
front of Uncle Andy?"

"Yeah." Jack gave a nod.

A whole range of expressions crossed Chris' face, starting with disbelief,
followed by amazement and passing through a sort of surprised grin before
he once more started to giggle. "You let Uncle Andy take pictures of you
naked while Alex watched? Wow! That is so incredible. Were they naked as
well?"

"No, of course they weren't," said Jack.

Eventually Chris brought himself more under control. "Weren't you
embarrassed, having Uncle Andy see you like that? I mean, he's really a
grown-up and we're still just kids. It would be a bit like having Dad
seeing your boner."

"It was nothing like that. If Dad were to see me like that, I really would
have been embarrassed. Andy is different; he's more like us; more like a
older brother."

"I guess," said Chris. He gave a smile. "Are we going to look at the rest
of these pictures or did the camera break after the close up of your ass?"

"No it didn't," said Jack, playfully flicking the boy with his hand. The
picture of his asshole disappeared and was replaced by a full frontal shot
of Jack with a throbbing erection.

Again Chris gave a gasp. He looked from the screen to Jack and then back to
the screen again. Jack moved onto the next picture which was a close-up of
the aroused organ.

"Well, what do you think?" asked the older boy after a few seconds of
silence.

Chris shook his head as if searching for words. "It's bigger than Alex's,"
he said, eventually, giving a shy smile.

"I should hope it is," said Jack, with a laugh. He moved through the next
few pictures which showed him various poses, his erection prominently
displayed in all them. "That's about it," he announced, stopping the
display on a picture of himself laid back on his bed, his legs open and his
hand wrapped tightly around his solid shaft. He knew that coming up in the
sequence were pictures showing him on his hands and knees with Alex
reaching between his legs, feeling his balls and stroking his
cock. Following that there were a couple of Alex pushing his finger inside
Jack's ass. The sixteen year old had no intentions of letting Chris see
those at this present time, so he thought it best to bring the show to an
end.

"That's amazing," said Chris. He looked at bit shell shocked by the whole
thing. "I don't know how you dare do something like that."


"You should give it a go," said Jack. "You'll understand once you've tried
it."

"No chance," said Chris, grinning. "I couldn't stand around naked while
someone took pictures of me. Especially if I had a boner."

"I don't know why. You've got a much better body than I have."

"So you keep telling me. But I'm still not going to do it."

"Oh well, maybe you'll change you mind one day." Jack reached up and turned
off the monitor.

"I don't think so," said Chris, getting to his feet.

Jack watched his brother get up carefully from the chair. There was no
disguising the fact that there was a definite lump in the boy's shorts.

"Chris, have you got a boner now?" Jack asked straight out.

Chris looked uncomfortable, his eyes going down to the prominent bulge. The
he nodded and smiled shyly. "Yeah," he said.

Jack's mouth was dry and his heart was beating fast. "You want to show me?"

"What? You mean take it out? No way." Chris shook his head.

"Come on, Chris. You've just seen pictures of mine and Alex's. You even saw
us both hard that morning we came into the bathroom. It couldn't hurt to
just give me a quick look. Who's going to know?"

"I don't know." The young teen looked uncertain. But Jack was encouraged by
the fact that Chris was no longer so definite in his refusal and he hadn't
stormed out of the room. He hadn't even moved away. He stood there looking
nervous and undecided.

"I'm not asking to take a picture or anything, just a quick look," Jack
persisted. "Tell you what; I'll take mine out so you can see me at the same
time." His hands went to the fastening of his belt and paused there. His
eyes were locked on his brother's face. "How about it?"

Chris looked pained as he fought to reach a decision. Obviously part of him
wanted to do this, if for no other reason than to please his older
brother. But his natural shyness about anyone seeing his body was putting
up a good battle. "You won't tell anyone about it?"

"No, of course I won't."

"And you promise you won't laugh at me?"

"Why should I laugh at you? I keep telling you, from what I've seen up to
now, you have a great body. You have nothing to be ashamed of and certainly
there's no reason for anyone to laugh at you."

Anyone seeing the expression on Chris' face at this moment would have
thought that he was about to do one of the hardest things he had ever done
in his life. In spite of his intense desire to see his brother's body, Jack
was actually starting to feel guilty for putting the boy through this and
was on the verge of telling him to forget the whole thing, when finally
Chris reached a decision.

"Ok, but just a quick look and you've got to take yours out at the same
time."

"You got it." Jack's heart was pounding as he pulled open his belt and
fumbled at the button of his jeans with trembling fingers. He was about to
see the thing he had fantasised about for so long; any second now he would
be seeing Chris' hard cock.

While Chris watched in silence Jack opened his jeans and dropped them down
to his knees, then pushed his shirt up so that it wouldn't get in the
way. The shirt refused to stay up, so he quickly pulled it over his head,
taking it off complete and dropping it to the floor. "You ready?" he asked,
his fingers tucked into the waistband of his shorts.

"Yeah," Chris replied, nervously, putting his thumbs into the tops of his
own shorts.

"Here we go then." In one quick movement, Jack pushed his shorts almost
down to his knees, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Now almost naked,
he stood upright, his eyes going immediately to Chris' face to gauge his
brother's reaction.

Chris' eyes widened as he took in sight of the aroused organ. He swallowed
visibly, then pressing his lips together, he pushed down his own shorts and
briefs to mid thigh.

Jack stared down at the solid shaft that was Chris' boyhood. It was
beautiful; everything he had dreamt of and more. Just a little smaller than
his own, it was so hard it pointed almost vertically upwards, slim and
straight, twitching slightly with each pulse of the boy's heart. Beneath,
two nicely sized balls hung tightly in their almost hairless sack. It took
an enormous effort for Jack not to reach out and touch these treasures that
he had lusted after. "Lift up your shirt a bit," he said, a definite tremor
in his voice.

Chris took hold of the front of his T-shirt and raised it a little allowing
a small, sparse patch of light coloured pubic hair and a couple of inches
of smooth, pale stomach to come into view.

Jack realised he was holding his breath and he let it out, slowly. He would
have given everything he had just for a half hour of complete freedom with
this boy. Almost unconsciously he wrapped his fingers around his own
hardness and began to stroke it slowly up and down.  In his mind was
picturing Chris completely naked.

"Erm, Jack?"

"Yeah?" Jack raised his eye's to his Chris' face and saw that the boy was
blushing red as he watched his brother masturbate himself. Jack suddenly
realised what he was doing and quickly took his hand away from his
dick. "Sorry, got a bit carried away. Looks like we're both ready for it
though." He wondered whether or not he dare suggest a jerk off session.

Before Jack had chance to voice his thoughts, Chris let go of his shirt,
letting it drop back down, then reached for his briefs. "Perhaps I'd better
leave you too it then," he said, as he covered himself up.

"You don't have to go," said Jack.

"I think I'd better."

"Ok." Reluctantly, Jack pulled up his own shorts and jeans. Much as he
wanted to take things further, he realised that it would be better to do it
slowly rather than to push Chris into areas in which he would be really
uncomfortable. "Thanks for being a sport and giving me a look."

"It was sort of fun," Chris said with a self-conscious grin.

"Yeah," Jack smiled. "And thanks for sharing that other stuff with me, the
stuff about how you feel. I never realised you felt that way. I'm sorry
that I didn't see it."

Chris shrugged. "Thanks for listening. But please don't tell anyone about
any of it. They'll think I'm some sort of wimp."

"They wouldn't think that. But you've no need to worry, I won't say
anything. It's just between us."

"Thanks, Jack. You're great." Chris stepped forwards and gave his brother a
hug.

Two hugs in one day. Jack couldn't believe his luck. This second one was
even better than the first. He still hadn't put his shirt back on the
feeling of Chris' bare arms in direct contact with his skin and the boy's
cool hands on his back sent a tingle through his body.

Chris released his brother and stepped back. "I'm going down to watch TV
for a while with Alex. You coming?"

"You go ahead. I'll follow in a minute."

After Chris had gone, Jack rubbed absently at his still hard dick through
the front of his jeans. He'd managed to get a look at Chris' hard cock. The
whole thing now seemed like a dream; he could hardly believe that it had
actually happened. Chris had even said that looking at each other's boners
had been "fun". In just two days from now they were going to stay with
Andy. Jack and Chris would be sharing a room for two full weeks. Jack was
sure that this would provide plenty of opportunities to take things a
little further. The next step was to get Chris completely naked. After
that, well, one step at a time.


End of Chapter 15


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