Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 20:10:32 +0100
From: pop.nifty <nifty@talesfromastream.co.uk>
Subject: Three Tears - Part 2

Three Tears

By David

www.talesfromastream.co.uk



Part Two

The following day was quite normal. Tony and James went to school and
Martin went to college. Of course James took a bit of stick about the video
but he shrugged it off and they soon got bored and went on to the next
person, school kids are not happy unless they are harassing someone.

     That night, as Martin sat up in bed reading his book and James was
writing in his diary. Martin brought up his latest Art project.

      Martin looked up from his book. "We got a new project the other day."

     "Oh yeah, what's that."

     "We're doing the human form. Towards the end he said he'd get a live
model for us to paint."

     "That's great. Hope he does it next year when I do the course." James
stopped writing and looked over at Martin.

     "I'm sure he will. The thing is I'm not that confidant in flesh and
that sort. Sure I can do people in clothes and stuff. I've got those
textures down just fine. It's just the flesh, I've never really had any
experience with it."

     "I'm sure you'll do just fine."

     "Well, I was hoping you could help me."

     "Yeah." James grew a crooked smile.

     Martin just decided to come out with it. "Well, you're not shy about
that stuff. So how about you let me draw you."

     James thought about it for moment, if only to torment Martin. "Okay,"
he said, "but on one condition."

     "What's that?"

     "After you've done me. I want you to model for me."

     "Are you sure."

     "Of course, I'll be doing the same course next year so what's wrong
getting a head start."

     Martin reluctantly agreed. He had never done any nude modelling but as
it was only his brother he thought he'd be able to cope. After all they
shared a bedroom and often saw each other naked either getting dressed in
the morning or drying themselves after a shower.

     The two boys discussed it more and arranged that tomorrow night would
be when they would start.  Martin was looking forward to it and James never
really turned down an opportunity to show off his body.



James' Diary - 29th June

I feel absolutely brilliant today, Martin told me about a new art project –
the nude, and asked if I would help him out. It turns out he wants a
practice before the big day at college. I don't know why as he seems to be
good at whatever subject he turns his hand to. I was surprised that he
asked me. He has always been a bit of a shy lad and it must have taken
balls to ask. We get on very well and he knows I don't have any problems in
that area. But I don't strip off for nothing, so I did a deal with him. I
model for him and then he gets to model for me. I know it's a bit cruel but
if anything, I need the practice more than he does, besides I think he
needs to come out of shell a bit. Ever since I can remember he has always
been shy. I suppose that's why he never really got into modelling. Even
around our bedroom he covers himself up. I'm the one hanging around in
nothing but underwear and will not think twice about dropping my towel
after a shower to get dressed, he always rushes to get dressed.
     I got a phone call today from my agent. The local TV station is making
a new kids programme and is auditioning. They have sent in my portfolio and
they want to see me. If it comes off it should be good. They won't start
filming until the summer holidays so there will be a lot more freedom. I
don't actually know what the programme is about but I expect I will find
out tomorrow. I will have to leave school at lunchtime to make the audition
but Mum says she'll take some time off to take me. Her jobs pretty cool
like that.




The following lunchtime, James waited outside the school gates for his Mum
to pick him up. A few of his mates hung around with him to keep him company
but James' Mum was only five minutes late.

     It turned out that what James was going to were not open auditions, as
he had first thought, but the final stages of selection. The agency had put
him forward some months ago and had got this far based on his past
roles. The Television Company was impressed and as long as he said the
right things and behaved himself the job could be guaranteed.

      James and his Mother were led into a big room, the kids were brought
into a huddle in the centre of the room by the session leader while the
parents were banished to the side lines to sit down and observe. Five other
men were in the room. They wore casual clothes, but you got the impression
that they only ever wore suits to work; each had a clipboard. From the
moment people started entering the room they began making notes.

     For the next few hours they were given tasks to do and were split into
smaller groups. It was the standard team building exercises to see how the
kids interacted with each other.

     After a break, the kids were brought back to discuss what they had
been doing and how they felt about it. It was all routine stuff to see each
kid's personality and how they behaved in different situations.

     With the discussions concluded, the men with clipboards left the
room. The leader then took everyone, parents included, to a large
boardroom. They all sat down and he went on to explain the premise for
their new show.




That evening both James and Martin went up to their room after dinner. Tony
went into the living room to play computer games. This left their parents
alone clearing the dinner table and able to discuss the new show James had
just auditioned for.

     James stood in the centre of their bedroom, fully clothed. "So, where
do you want me."

     "Well I've been thinking about that. And I thought to try and keep
everything natural."

     "Yeah."

     "So what do you think about you just sitting up in bed. One leg
brought up, knee bent to rest your diary on and you pondering what you are
going to write next."

     "Ok. You just show me while I take my clothes off."

     Martin got on to James' bed and mimicked the pose he wanted him to
adopt.

     "Right, I got it." James was now standing naked looking at Martin on
the bed. He moved over to the bed and Martin got up so that he could take
his place. James then fidgeted a bit, sat at the head of the bed, which was
in a corner of the bedroom; he moved the pillow for his back to rest on,
instead of the bare wall. He reached under the mattress and grabbed his
diary. He lifted his left leg, the one closest to the wall, and rested his
open diary on his knee. He held it with his left hand and lay his right arm
on the mattress, his hand clutching the pen.

     "Is this alright?"

     Martin examined the pose. "Do you mind if I just move you a bit?"

     "Go ahead."

     Martin then proceeded to lift James' leg a bit further and altered the
way the diary rested on his knee. He slightly changed the position of his
right hand and the way he held the pen. Then he looked at his crotch. The
raising of his leg pushed out James' balls and his dick just lay draped
over the sac.  "Could you just move your dick to side a bit? So its off
your balls."

     "I don't want to lose the pose. Would you mind doing it, then you can
put it where you want it."  James smiled mischievously.

     Martin had never touched another dick before but he felt safe with
James. With James he had the courage to do things he would never do if he
were not around. So, Martin leant forward and gingerly moved James' limp
dick to rest on the right thigh. "That's it. That's great."

     "Grab my digital camera from the drawer and take a couple of pictures
so that I can get back in this position next time."

     Martin grabbed the camera and took a couple of long shots. "Do you
mind if I take a few close ups.  It'll help when I do the final painting."

     James agreed and Martin took quite a few closer pictures, his face,
the pen in his hand, his right knee and diary and his crotch.

     Martin went to the other side of his room and grabbed his
sketchpad. He looked over at the figure on the bed. He began to feel
differently towards his brother, his stomach began to lighten as he moved
his eyes over every exposed inch of his body. The form in front of him did
not seem like his brother but a picturesque landscape that held no taboo
for his gaze.

     His eyes stared at the close cropped dark hair that led to his piecing
emerald eyes. His nose was small but slightly pointed, he thought he
detected a slight bend to the side but it may have been the shadow. Martin
was drawn into his thin lips, slightly parted with the pretence of
pondering. But for the first time he could take a long slow look at his
body without feeling ashamed. He had always grabbed a sly glance when he
thought James was not looking but now it did not matter, he had his
permission to look; Martin had always thought James had a beautiful
body. There was no overt sign of muscles, just his smooth young skin draped
over his thin frame. His nipples were now erect from the chill and the
light glinted from the few wisps of blonde hairs that lay between
them. Perhaps one day it would bloom but Martin hoped it would not. The
same blond hairs trailed down from his navel, disappearing into the small
fold of skin created by his posture. It then reappeared and grew thicker
and darker until it met the thick pubic hair surrounding his dick. His dick
was smooth and hairless; the foreskin showed the contours of his bulbous
head before narrowing to a small hole that rested on his thigh. His balls,
too, showed the same downy blonde hairs that spread to his thighs before
become darker as it reached past his knees.

     As he breathed in the body before him, he felt his dick grow. This
focussed his mind to the task of drawing and he finally put his pencil to
the paper and roughly drew the outline in front of him.




James' Diary

Tonight was the first night I posed for Martin. I really enjoyed it and I
think Martin did too. The last time I did any nude work was that video I
mentioned the other day. But tonight was different. It felt personal and I
was glad to help out Martin. I also really enjoyed the feeling of him
looking at me, every part of me. It is kind of like the feeling I get when
modelling but I expect being naked made it even more intense. I thought it
might be a sexual experience but it really was not. I was a bit nervous
about getting hard in front of him but it was never really a problem. It
was something more, something deeper. Not wanting to sound too stupid, but
it felt totally honest. I was showing myself without the façade of clothes
that lie about our feeling or intentions. I was just me. I hope Martin got
something out of it too, well I mean more than just using me as a piece of
meat for his project. I am really looking forward to our other sessions. I
think Martin was really nervous at the start. He sort of just looked at me
and froze, but he soon came round and after a few minutes he really seemed
to be drawing frantically.  He never showed me what he did, I never asked
as I hate for people to see my unfinished work, they tend to look so
different. He told me that he wanted to paint me in oils and he would make
a start after a few sketches. I'm really looking forward to seeing the
finished painting.
     My audition went really well and I think they liked me. It is also a
show I would love to do, but I will have to be away from home during the
long summer holidays. Mum was a bit nervous about letting me do, if I get
the chance, but they said that chaperones would be with us all the time and
no harm could come to us.
     The programme itself looks interesting. It a kids take on the whole
`Big Brother' thing but mixed in with a bit of `Lord of the Flies'. I
suppose the idea is to see what we get up to and how we get on without
adult supervision. They have already picked a great island. I know its
somewhere hot but don't know exactly where. They have split the island in
two, we will get one side while the crew and editing facilities will be on
the other. I suppose they will have to have people on hand just in case
anything gets out of hand. We will be there for a month; then it will be
back home to get ready for starting college.  Twenty of us will go, ten
boys and ten girls, with ages ranging from ten to sixteen. It'll be
great. I hope they get back soon and say I can go. I know Mum and Dad won't
need much working on to say I can.




Over the next few evenings the two brothers chatted as Martin did sketch
after sketch of James. Martin explained why he asked for help but James
already understood his brother's lack of confidence and did not need
telling. James described this new television programme and how excited he
was and that he hoped he would be chosen.

     During lulls in their conversation Martin would retract back to his
safe world of the canvas. He found it strange chatting normally to his
brother, who was posing naked in front him.

     Looking at his smooth body was turning out to be a narcotic for
Martin; he was becoming engrossed in the portrait and he could not wait to
start each evening. He felt it was his best. It was quite surprising how
they kept it a secret from the rest of the family. There was a close shave
when little Tony burst in but James quickly threw the corner of his quilt
over his crotch and pretended to write in his diary. It was not that they
felt they were doing something wrong but they did not want everyone to
know, while it was just the two of them it was something special. Of course
the finished portrait would get its usual family viewing but until then
they wanted it to be a surprise.

     It was during one of their evening sessions that they began chatting
about girlfriends. It was not the standard boys bravado talk but they were
honest with each other. Each declaring that they had never had sex with a
women. James was careful not to say virgin as he was unsure whether or not
his experiences that summer constituted sex or not. At the time he thought
it did but now he was not sure.  Do you call giving a blowjob as having
sex?

     "Well, you remember my first girlfriends, Karen?" Martin declared.

     "Yeah, curly brown hair right?"

     "Well, she slobbered so much when we kissed I almost drowned. It was
like I was just someone she could practice on, but she never got any
better."

     "What about, Amy? Her hands were all over you." James remembered.

     "That may have been so, but she didn't have the gentle touch." Martin
lowered his voice, but there was no one who was likely to over hear. "Her
hands would roam into my trousers and she would grab me. She was so
bleeding rough I could never get up, not even half up. I swear she broke up
with me because she thought I was impotent."

     James laughed.

     "But I never had any problems when she wasn't around." He smiled. "So,
that's me done. Two very unsuccessful girlfriends and three more that never
lasted more that the first kiss or week, whichever was longer." He looked
over at James. "What about you?"

     "Well you know all my girlfriends, just Louise. And she never stayed
around long. Just time in enough for a few snogs before she decided she
didn't want it and chucked me. I think it was really because I wasn't that
interested in her. You know, always doing something so I never really had
any time to date. No great loss though. I'd've much rather have done what
I've done than waste my time being slobbered over by a girl."

     "So you've never got further than kissing."

     "Not with a girl." James said absent-mindedly.

     "Well, you can't mention it, to anybody," he stressed. "But it was
when I did that Sex Ed video."

     James went on to explain a somewhat censored version of what happened
that summer. It the version he told Martin it was just a bit of mutual
masturbation initiated by the older lad in the film. He thought that was
all he should say, or else he might shock him.

     Martin was quite surprised, he had never even seen another dick hard,
never mind touched one. He put the thought out of his mind and changed the
subject.

      When Martin had finished for the evening and was putting away his
things, James asked how he felt about their earlier conversation. He
thought he was a bit shocked or embarrassed but Martin put his mind at rest
and explained that he was jealous. He was the older brother so he always
thought, or hoped he would be the first.

     "I aint popped my cherry yet," James joked. "So there's still time to
get in there first."

     Martin smiled and left James to put some clothes on.



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