Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 10:37:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Wilson <talesofyouth@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discrete Transactions Part Three    GM/YF

Although the following is based on true events, all characters and
locations are purely fictional. If you are under 18 or this type of writing
is illegal in your local, please stop reading now.

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     In the third installment of this series our main character makes a few
discoveries that will change his entire outlook.
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     Discrete Transactions, Part Three

     After Mike left I once again found myself racked with guilt over what
I had done with him. Rubbing our dicks together in his room had been one
thing, and now I had topped that by touching his most private places.

     For money!

     What the hell was I doing?

     What bothered me the most about it was that I enjoyed what I was
doing, I mean yeah that centerfold hadn't lowered my excitement, but
touching Mike like that was somehow even more arousing...but as the devil's
advocate would say, I made more money in a few minutes than I would have in
two hours cutting grass. I did a service in exchange for what was equal to
two week's worth of lunch money at school so it wasn't as if I was just
doing it for fun. In my ten-year-old mind the pay justified the action, but
it still didn't feel quite right.

     The combination of guilty feelings, boredome, and the overwhelming
need to do something physical left me grasping at straws for ideas. As the
noon hour approached, I looked around for anything to do, but came up
empty.

     I took my shirt off and stretched out under the cool sheets of my bed,
and while I relaxed I tried to come up with anything that would take my
mind off of what I had done earlier that morning. All of a sudden it hit
me.

     I looked around the basement apartment and realized that very little
had been changed since my Uncle Jimmy had moved out almost ten years before
I had inherited the space. I liked how the other room had been set up, but
the bedroom area just wasn't right for me. I couldn't move the dry bar
because it was built in, but I could move the bed. As you walked under the
archway into the room, the dry bar was on your right, behind it a small
walk in closet took up the right wall. On the left side of the room was a
full side bed made up of two twin matresses place together-why that was
done was an unsolved mystery to me. The bed was rather large, a shop
project that Uncle Jimmy had made in high school, and the headboard also
served as a bookcase. On the base were two drawers that served as storage
for my summer clothes.

     I never liked how the bed had been positioned, it seemed to take up
more floor space in it's current location than I would have liked, so I
came up with the bright idea of moving it so that it would be up against
the far left wall, so when I walked into the room it would seem bigger. I
figured that I could at least move it and see how it would look, and if it
didn't work out, well it wasn't like I was going to be doing anything else
anyway.

     What I wasn't prepared for were secrets that bed held.

     I first tried to move the bed by pulling from the headboard area and
trying to slide it out but I could barely budge it from the weight of the
solid oak construction. Great, I thought to myself as I realized I'd have
to take it apart to make the move happen. This wasn't going to be so easy
afterall.

     I took off the sheets and blankets and threw them to the floor and the
pulled off each matress. The bed had been designed so the gap between the
matresses ran perpendicular to you when you were sleeping on it, apparently
to keep the gap from bothering Uncle Jimmy while he slept. There were a
series of boards the matresses were placed on, and I found that I could
pull them out. When I took the first board out I noticed that there was a
gap of about a foot from the end of the drawer to the far side of the bed,
which to me seemed weird. As I pulled the last board out it dawned on me
that the space was a secret hiding place, and I almost shit my pants when I
saw what was still there.

     In far side of the bedframe closest to the headboard were two stacks
of magazines, one cover had a bare breasted young woman with a big smile,
the other had a naked man and woman laying on a bed facing each other. Next
to the magazines was an old handtowel, a shoebox, and a bottle of Jack
Daniels whiskey that looked about a quarter full.

     I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I had discovered a goldmine in
my room! I grabbed the magazines and the box and sat on the floor and
looked through them page by page. The magazines were mostly in black and
white and the covers had dates from the mid to late 60's, but the contents
were shocking to me. Pictures of women with thier legs spread apart on a
bed...women touching thier flower pots (a term I had heard at school that
was safer to say than the vulgar term cunt)...close up crotch shots. I
instantly became hard and my heart beat faster and faster, with every new
picture the urge to pull down my shorts and practice my new skill
intensified.

     I was about to do just that when I came to the last magazine in the
pile...as soon as I saw the cover of this one I instantly felt funny. It
was called "Afterschool Buddies" and had two boys who looked like they were
just a few years older than me, standing beside a football field in gym
clothes with big smiles on thier faces. This mag was about twice as thick
as the others, and printed on a heavy glossy paper.

     I turned the pages slowly on this one because I had a feeling of what
I would soon be seeing. There were captions under each picture, and the
boy's names were Bobby and Jimmy. The first photos had them standing in the
kitchen drinking sodas, but then the were in thier bedroom getting
undressed. When I came to the picture of them completely naked facing each
other my dick became even stiffer, and I reached down to touch it. My heart
was now beating like I had just run laps in gym class and I couldn't take
my eyes off of that picture. Both boys had a good patch of hair above thier
dicks, which seemed to be twice the size of mine.

     The pictures became more and more graphic as I turned the pages, and
the one that made me almost scream had the one boy on his knees in front of
the other, in one shot he was licking the dick, in the next it was all the
way in his mouth.  Further shots showed how he was pushing it in and out of
his mouth, and then suddenly it was squirting a whitish fluid all over his
face. Below that was written "Jimmy gets his afterschool snack!".

     I was halfway through the magazine, and now it was the other boy's
turn. The next series of photos started with one that had the caption "Now
it's Jimmy's turn!" under it and it had Bobby bent over with his hands on a
dresser,exposing his butthole which looked round and about the size of a
half dollar coin. The shoot began with Jimmy sticking his fingers in a jar
of vasaline and then went on to show him smearing it on his hard dick and
also around Bobby's hole. A succession of photos showed how he was sticking
it in deeper and deeper, and a side shot had Jimmy all the way in and
Bobby's face to the camera with what looked like a combination expression
of pain and pleasure. A few more shots had Jimmy penetrating him at various
depths, and then finally there were a few that had the same whitish fluid
all over Bobby's back. The last photo was a full body shot with the teens
standing facing the camera, and "RELIEF!" printed below it. Both of thier
dicks were now soft and much smaller, and Jimmy's was shiny with vasaline.

     By now I was so far aroused that I couldn't wait any longer to rub
myself. I surned to magazine with the boys back to the page with the open
butthole and propped it open using the other magazines as paperweights. I
stood on my knees and pulled my shorts and underwear down with my thumbs
and started dry stroking myself, and within a few minutes I had a sensation
that almost made me lose my balance...and immediately left me feeling sick
with guilt.

     I had just relieved myself by looking at naked pictures of guys having
sex, and even though I had tons of naked women to look at I chose the
guys. I just wanted to forget that had even happened but I couldn't...the
thoughts of what this meant was the scariest thing I had ever felt.

     I went into the bathroom and let out a stream of pee that seemed to go
on forever, and then I went back to my bedroom and stared at the mess I had
made. I proceeded to move the now much lighter bedframe into the new
position against the wall, leaving a gap so I could put the secret items
back into place. As I slipped the matresses back on I remembered that I
hadn't looked into the shoebox and I felt an overwhelming urge to do
it. After what I had discovered so far, its contents probably wouldn't be
so innocent.

     I opened the lid and inside were several small manilla envelopes that
were thick with something, a skinny object rolled in a handtowel, and a jar
of vasaline. With a combination a excitement and dread I unrolled the towel
to find a yellowed hard plastic dick, about seven inches long and maybe a
inch thick. I ran my fingers over its greasy surface and then dropped it
like a hot coal, realizing that this had probably been up someone's butt.

     I ran into the bathroom and scrubbed my hands, and then went back to
my bed. I picked up the fake dick with the handtowel and threw it back into
the shoebox, and then opened the first envelope. Inside was a two inch
thick block of glossy 3X5 black and white photos of a boy I instantly
recognized as my Uncle Jimmy. He looked just like me, with similar rusty
hair in a buzzcut and freckles all over. The pictures were snapshots taken
when he was close to my age, probably during the summer as he was just
wearing a pair of swimtrunks, and as I flipped through the stack I realized
that they had been taken in this same basement, back when it was just used
as storage. He was in funny poses, in one he had his arms behind his back
sticking his tongue out, in another he was picking his nose. I couldn't
help but laugh!

     Then another boy I didn't recognize was in the pictures, and these
were shot at angles like they had been done by someone who had never used a
camera before. The other boy was clad only in swimtrunks and somewhat
chubbier than Uncle Jimmy, with nipples that puckered out. He had very
light hair that was buzzed so short he almost looked bald, and as I leafed
through the pictures he made poses that looked like he was modeling
clothes. I busted out laughing when I came across one that was a full body
shot of him flexing his flabby biceps and showing off his even flabbier
belly!

     By now I was a quarter way through the pictures and the setting had
changed, now they were in an upstairs bedroom as evidenced by the slanting
ceiling and dormer windows, and on the walls were Beatles posters
everywhere. The first shot had my Uncle Jimmy sitting on the bed with the
other boy, and they were wearing the same swimtrunks as in the other
pictures so I figured that these had been taken the same day as the
others. I also saw that the other boy was holding a cable in his hand,
which I later would find out was a remote shutter release.

     The next picture shocked me so much I almost dropped the entire stack
on the floor! In this one,taken at the same distance as the first, they
were standing up with thier swimtrunks pulled halfway down thier knees
displaying thier short limp dicks and relaxed sacks. Neither one had any
hair above thier stuff like the boys in the magazine had. In the next one
they were standing facing each other, and I had a clear view of thier now
stiff dicks. Uncle Jimmy's looked quite a bit like mine, angled parallel to
his abdomen with the head exposed and the shaft skin ending right at the
back of the glans. The other boy's was different, his pointed horizontally
and the skin had two distinctive colors about two-thirds down the shaft. I
didn't know it at the time but he had been given a very tight circumcision.

     The poses continued with both of them mooning the camera, and then
went on to a few that had them touching each other's dicks. Then the chubby
boy was laying on his back smiling, his stiff dick sticking straight up. It
went on to show Uncle Jimmy putting it in his mouth for five consecutive
photos, and then the next one was taken at a closer distance with the fat
boy on his knees and Uncle Jimmy's penis entirely in his mouth. A few more
shots of the oral were followed by the last pictures,which had close up
shots of the boys crotches with thier now soft dicks that glistened from
saliva, and the final two had a skinny butt with cheeks spread apart and a
tightly closed hole, and a flabby one with its hole opened to about the
size of a quarter. After seeing the magazine with the teen boys it suddenly
became obvious to me that something had been inside him, most likely Uncle
Jimmy's dick.

     After looking at those pictures I felt an even deeper sense of shame
than before, and the stiffness in my shorts made it even worse. I had just
seen my beloved uncle naked AND having sex with another boy, and to add
misery to my shame, it TURNED ME ON! Oh gawd, I thought to myself, what
does this mean? I put the forbidden pictures back into the envelope and
placed them back into the shoebox with the other unopened manillas-I wasn't
in a hurry to open the others- and returned the box to it hiding place
along with the whiskey bottle. I didn't know what to do next so I pulled
backed the covers on my bed, turned off the light, and took a nap.

     Anything was better than having to think about that day's events, and
sleep would take care of that problem!


 Or so I thought.