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Chapter 10
Jack finished printing out some schoolwork which was due in the next day
and sat back in his chair. On a whim, he opened up one of the pictures
that Andy had taken earlier. There on his 17 inch screen, in
hi-resolution close-up, was a photograph of his own cock, stiff and
straight, with Andy's fingers holding onto the hard shaft. With a
contented sigh, Jack slid his hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
Seeing this on screen, it was almost as if he could still feel Andy's
firm, strong fingers on his erection.
It was only a couple of hours or so since Andy had given him his first
ever blow-job, the most incredible experience of his life so far, but
already he was starting to feel horny again, and these pictures sure
didn't help the situation. While he had been growing up, it had seemed
that Andy had always been around, and had been more like a big brother
than an uncle. Andy had never made an issue over the six year age
difference between them and had always found time for Jack, and though
Andy had also a spent time with Chris and later with Alex, it was with
Jack that he had really bonded. Over the past few years, since Andy had
gone away to college, they hadn't seen so much of each other, and though
they still got on really well whenever they were together, things were
never quite the same. However, in the past few hours all that had
changed. Jack felt that he and his uncle were now closer than ever. He
felt like he had his big brother back again. It wasn't just the
blow-job, amazing though that had been. What had really brought them
closer again had been the talk they had had afterwards.
Jack's stomach had tied itself in knots when Andy said that he had
guessed something had been going on between the sixteen year old and his
youngest brother. Under Andy's probing, Jack had reluctantly revealed
how Alex had posed naked and with an erection, and how later Alex's
friend Jamie had done the same thing. He'd even admitted giving the two
eleven year olds a jerk-off demonstration and had told how he had
managed to get his hand into the pants of both Alex and Jamie, getting a
feel of their small, hard cocks. Eventually he’d even told Andy how Alex
had brought him off by squirming naked in his lap and how he in turn had
jerked Alex's dick to a dry orgasm and finally, how the two of them had
slept together in Jack's bed. Feeling his confession was complete, Jack
sat silent and nervous, awaiting his uncle's judgement. Right at the
start, Andy had promised him that he wouldn't tell the boy's mom and dad
anything that he heard, but that didn't mean he would approve of what
had been going on.
Andy had remained silent for a long moment, as if digesting everything
that he had been told. Then he had given a wide grin. "It look's like
you've been having some fun," he'd said. Though he had quickly turned
serious again, stating there were a couple of things he wanted to say;
firstly he had made Jack promise that he would never make either Alex or
Jamie to do anything they didn't want to, and secondly he had advised
that they be very careful to keep it all secret, as not everyone would
be so understanding.
Making the promise had been easy for Jack; he loved Alex and would never
force him into anything. Though he did share Andy's concern about
keeping everything quiet, and pointed out that Alex wasn't exactly the
most discrete person in the world. Andy had offered to have a talk with
Alex and see what he could do.
Then Jack had surprised himself. Having opened the door to some of his
secrets, it was as if he couldn't close it again. Almost before he knew
what he was saying he had shared his most intimate secret of all; he had
told Andy that he was gay. Andy had listened patiently as Jack had
described in detail his feelings for other boys and even revealed his
fantasies about Chris. Baring his soul in this way was quite an ordeal;
at one point, Jack had become a little emotional and Andy had held him
in his arms until the tears had stopped. Afterwards, Andy had revealed
that he too was gay. Considering what had happened a little earlier,
this should not really have come as a great surprise to Jack, but for
some reason it did. It turned out that Rich, the nineteen year old who
Andy had referred to as his house mate, was actually really his
boyfriend.
Having shared their secrets, they had hugged each other and then chatted
for a while until they heard the sound of the front door opening and
closing and Alex's none too delicate footsteps as the youngster charged
up the stairs. Andy had gone to keep the youngest brother entertained,
allowing Jack time to get his schoolwork done.
Now that his work was out of the way, Jack's teenaged hormones once more
took control and his thoughts turned to his favourite subject, sex. As
he stared at the picture on the screen, stroking his hardness through
the soft material of his pants, he wrestled with an important decision;
to wank or not to wank? That was the question. He decided he could at
least make himself more comfortable and quickly stripped down to his
shorts.
Andy had said he was cute; "hot and cute". Jack had never thought of
himself as either of those things. He brought up one of the pictures
that he had taken of himself on a previous occasion, a full frontal nude
shot, and tried to look at it critically, as though through someone
else's eyes. After staring at the photograph for several long seconds he
had to admit to himself that his body really wasn't bad, but he couldn't
see the face all that well. He considered trying to get a better
picture, but couldn't think how to get a full body shot and a good
facial shot at the same time. Then he had an idea. Crossing to his
bedroom door, he stuck his head out. Good, no one in sight. He quickly
crossed the landing, headed for his parents’ room. As he passed Alex's
room, he heard voices from inside; Andy was in there talking to Alex,
but they were speaking too softly for Jack to be able to tell what they
were saying.
The sixteen year old entered his parents’ bedroom, leaving the door
slightly ajar so that he would be able to hear if anyone was around, and
stood in front of his mother's full length mirror. This was much better;
he could see himself properly now. Once again he tried to examine
himself critically. Maybe he wasn't bad looking; definitely not in
Chris' league, but maybe not bad. He watched his reflection as he ran
his hands over his own smooth chest, pausing to tease his nipples with
his fingertips and caught himself smiling. Yeah, not really bad looking
at all. Changing his pose, he stood with his legs apart and hands on
hips. He imagined that Andy, Chris and Alex were watching him, taking in
his exposed torso and the large bulge in his shorts. "You want to see it
all?" he asked, grinning, pretending he was speaking to his uncle and
his brothers. "Right, I'll show you everything." Keeping his legs
slightly apart he pushed down the front of his shorts and tucked the
waistband behind his balls, allowing his hard cock to spring free,
before resuming his former position, hands on hips.
He had to admit to himself that his hard, upward-pointing teen erection
certainly looked impressive. He shook his hips, making his cock jerk
from side to side. "What do you think of that, then?" he asked aloud,
falling back into his role-play.
"Very nice."
"Wha... Shit! Ahhh!" Jack's hands flew reflexively to cover his erection
and at the same time he crouched down to try to hide himself. This new
position put extra tension onto the elastic of his shorts which now
pushed up painfully behind his balls.
"Careful, or you'll do yourself an injury." Andy stood at the bedroom
door, laughing.
With a scowl, Jack adjusted his single item of clothing. "You shouldn't
go sneaking up on people like that. You scared me half to death."
"Sorry," said Andy, his expression not matching his words. "But I didn't
want to interrupt the show."
Jack's blush started high on his face and moved all the way down onto
his shoulders and chest. "I thought you were talking to Alex," he said,
quickly trying to change the subject.
"I was," said Andy. "But we'd finished talking so I came to find you.
Though I don't mind waiting if you want to finish what you were doing."
Grabbing a pillow off the nearby bed, Jack launched it at his uncle.
"I'll take it that means the show is over for now," said Andy, feigning
disappointment as he easily caught the pillow. "Oh well, maybe there'll
be a second showing later."
Jack pushed passed the man, headed out the door, but Andy caught hold of
him from behind, his hands on the boy's bare chest. "I still think
you're hot and cute," he whispered into Jack's ear.
With a small wriggle, Jack managed to pull free, but his scowl had been
replaced by a smile as he led the way back to his own bedroom.
"I just wanted you to know that I've had a word with Alex about being
more careful with what he says," said Andy, sitting on Jack's bed.
"Somehow I don't think it will make too much difference." Jack was
sceptical. Alex had never been one for thinking before he spoke.
"Well, I don't suppose I've solved the problem completely," Andy
admitted. "But I hope things might be a bit better, for a while at
least."
"Why, what did you say?"
"I explained to him that if anyone found out about the photographs and
the other stuff, you would be in very serious trouble. You may not know
it, but Alex thinks the sun shines out of your butt. He'd never
deliberately do or say anything that would cause you problems. He didn't
realise just how much trouble you might find yourself in and now that he
understands the situation I think you can count on him to be a bit more
discrete."
Jack felt a moment of relief, but then another thought occurred to him.
"Alex isn't doing this posing and other stuff just to please me, is he?"
"Are you kidding?" Andy laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen him so
excited about anything before. He loves it. He even made me promise that
I'd make time to watch him pose before I go home. He's a right little
exhibitionist. Though after what I caught you doing a few minutes ago, I
can see he's only following in the footsteps of his older brother."
"You're not going to let me forget that are you," Jack blushed.
"Nope!"
They were interrupted at that moment by a sound behind them and Jack
turned around just in time to see Alex's head appear around the bedroom
door.
"You guys wanna play a game or something?" the eleven year old asked.
Andy put on what was a rather forced frown. "It's getting a bit late to
start playing games. Besides, I though we'd agreed that it was time you
were in bed."
"No," said Alex, sauntering into the room, a cheeky grin on his face,
"you agreed, I didn't. Anyway, it's not that late, Chris isn't even home
yet."
"Chris is older than you," Andy pointed out. "And tomorrow is a school
day, so you really ought to be in bed by now."
"You could always try and make me," said Alex, a twinkle of mischief in
his eyes.
Andy glanced at Jack. "I suppose we ought to make him, for his own good,
of course."
Jack appeared to think about the suggestion for a second. "Well, seeing
as it's for his own good, I guess you're right." Without any warning, he
launched himself at his younger brother.
Alex, though, was obviously expecting this sort of response to his
challenge. With a delighted shriek, he fled through the door and across
the landing towards his own room, Jack and Andy in hot pursuit.
The youngster tried to force his room door closed behind him, shutting
out his assailants, but he was neither quick enough nor strong enough.
In moments, Jack was on top of him and the two of them rolled together
onto Alex's bed. Seconds later Andy joined them, and at that point
further resistance was useless as far as Alex was concerned. The preteen
put up a valiant struggle, but there was no way he could hold onto his
clothes in the face of such overwhelming odds.
Andy had pulled Alex's shirt up over his face, pinning his arms, while
at the same time Jack had pulled the boy's pants down around his ankles,
restraining his legs. Alex lay panting, unable to move or even see what
was going on. The only thing protecting his modesty was a rather skimpy
pair of "Star Wars" briefs.
"Are you willing to get ready for bed now?" Andy asked. "Or do we have
to strip you completely?"
"If you want me bare, you're gonna have to get me bare," panted Alex,
trying to wriggle free and only managing to thrust his hips upwards in
what Jack thought was quite an erotic manner.
"Well, if that's the way it's got to be," said Andy. "You're down that
end Jack; you want to do the honours?"
"With pleasure," Jack replied, meaning it quite literally.
As Jack reached forwards, he noted that the sharply pointed bulge
distorting the image of the young Anakin Skywalker's face provided a
good indication that his little brother wasn't exactly hating this. The
teen slipped his fingers under the waistband of the boy's final garment
and a second later, Alex's briefs were down below his knees; Alex even
lifted his hips to make removal of his underwear easier.
With a twinge of excitement, Jack realised he had been correct, Alex was
fully hard. The boy's small three and a half inch erection lay twitching
on his completely hairless stomach. Even though he'd now seen Alex in
this state several times before, it still gave Jack a thrill to see his
youngest brother so fully exposed and sexually aroused.
Aware that Andy was intently watching his every move, Jack reached out
and took hold of Alex's small but sensitive instrument between his thumb
and forefinger and stroked up and down the stiff shaft a couple of
times, causing the boy to squirm with pleasure.
"Hey, not fair, I can't see what you are doing," the youngster
complained. His head and arms still enclosed in the restraining shirt.
"You don't need to be able to see," Andy laughed. "Just lie still and
accept your punishment for not doing as you were told. In fact, I have
an idea for a really good punishment. Don't move, I'll be back in a
minute." He climbed off the bed and left the room.
Though he now had an opportunity to free himself, Alex made no move to
do so, remaining motionless with the shirt pulled inside out over his
face and stretched up over his arms.
Jack took this opportunity to remove his brother's lower garments
completely, pulling the boy's socks, pants and briefs over his feet and
leaving him completely naked from the neck down.
The sight of his younger brother, naked and excited yet completely
submissive, with his legs spread enticingly so that nothing remained
hidden, was having a very predictable effect on the hormone charged
sixteen year old. Jack found himself rubbing the hard bulge at his own
groin and as he stared at Alex's erection. He had an idea of his own.
Hurriedly he crossed to the door and listened. He could hear Andy doing
something downstairs in the kitchen and there was the sound of something
rattling. If he was going to do this he was going to have to be quick.
Returning to the bed he crouched between Alex's legs and once more took
hold of his brother's dick, pulling it towards him until it was pointed
towards the ceiling. Nervously leaning forwards, hardly even daring to
breath, he wondered if he should be doing this. Bending his head down,
he touched the head of his brother's organ with the very tip of his
tongue, instantly pulling away and sitting upright.
Alex let out a shrill giggle. "What're you doing? That tickles."
At that same moment Andy returned carrying a small bowl. "Keeping the
prisoner entertained?" he asked.
Jack fought to stop himself from blushing and hoped he didn't look as
guilty as he felt. He didn't think Andy had seen what he had just done;
the man certainly gave no indication that he had. "I'm just waiting to
see what this idea of yours is," he replied, quickly.
While Andy climbed carefully back onto the bed and sat across Alex's
outstretched arms, Jack rolled his tongue around inside in mouth and was
disappointed to discover that he couldn't actually taste very much,
though he supposed that was hardly surprising considering the touch had
only been momentary. But brief though the contact had been, Jack had
been fully aware of the warm, spongy softness of his brother's dick head
against the tip of his tongue and he could still detect the musky,
sweaty, yet highly erotic odour of Alex's crotch in his nose. He yearned
to go further and take Alex's hard dick all the way into his mouth,
maybe even lick his balls. But even though he was sure that Alex
wouldn’t object, he didn't feel he could take the massive step of
performing such an intimate act with Andy watching.
"Right," Andy said to Jack, "I think it's time we showed your brother
what happens to little boys who don't go to bed when they are told." He
gave an evil grin and carefully placed the bowl on the bed next to the
restrained eleven year old.
Jack was unable to suppress a grin of his own as he saw the bowl was
full of pieces of ice, straight from the freezer. "Oh, yes!" The teen
exclaimed. "This is going to be fun."
"What is it, what's going on?" Alex's voice was slightly muffled from
the shirt which still enveloped his head and prevented him seeing the
torture that was in store for him.
"Last chance," said Jack. "Are you going to be a good little boy and go
to bed, quietly?"
"No chance," Alex replied giving a futile wriggle. "You can do whatever
you want, you don't scare me."
"Right, you asked for it." Andy picked up one of the pieces of ice and
began to rub it backwards and forwards across one of Alex's exposed
nipples.
The effect was instantaneous. Alex let out a howl of shock and fought to
free himself. However, with Andy seated across his arms and Jack across
his lower legs, all the boy's thrashing around was in vain.
"All you have to do is promise to be good," said Andy.
"Noooo," Alex shrieked, laughing hysterically in spite of the shock of
having freezing cold ice rubbed across his bare chest.
Andy looked up at Jack. "Looks like we're going to have to torture some
more of his delicate bits. You're down that end so it looks like you get
to have some fun. Just hang on a second though while I get this shirt
off him, I think he should be able to see what's happening." Quickly
Jack stood up and pulled Alex's shirt all the way off leaving the
youngster now totally naked, before climbing back onto the bed and again
pinning the boy's arms down.
Jack noted that while Alex's arms were free the boy ceased all his
struggling and waited until Andy was once more holding him down before
resuming his attempts to escape. The boy was actually loving every
minute of this.
Deliberately, Jack selected a piece of ice from the bowl and held it up
in front of his brother. "You gonna be good?"
"No way," Alex cried, defiantly. The sparkle of light reflecting off the
ice was easily matched by the twinkle in the eyes of the restrained
eleven year old. "Aaargh...!" A drop of water dripped from the melting
ice in Jack's hand to splash coldly onto the boy's smooth stomach.
"Right, you asked for it." Jack slowly rubbed the piece ice around the
head of his younger brother's preteen erection.
"Ooh! Oh, shit!" Alex squirmed around but at the same time watched in
rapt fascination as Jack began running the ice up and down the
youngster's hard shaft and then down across his tight young balls.
"Watch the language, if you don't mind," Andy laughed and taking a piece
of ice in each hand continued his torture of the boy's chest.
The piece of ice in Jack's hand was rapidly getting smaller as it melted
away on contact with the younger boy's hot shaft. Quickly Jack rubbed it
a final time around the sensitive head then almost on impulse he put the
remains of the icy fragment into his own mouth.
"Yeck! That is so gross!" Alex pulled a face at seeing what his brother
had just done.
Jack flushed and shot a guilty glance at Andy, but the man's only
reaction was a slightly surprised raised eyebrow and a knowing smile.
"So you think that's gross, do you?" Jack asked. With an evil grin he
selected a smallish, rounded piece of ice from the bowl and
unhesitatingly pushed it up under his brother's butt, pressing it firmly
between the boy's cheeks, right up against his hole.
Alex gave a gasp of surprise as the freezing ice made contact with his
sensitive ring. However, this gasp of surprise turned into open mouthed
shock as Jack kept up the pressure and Alex's anal sphincter muscles
suddenly relented, allowing the small piece of frozen water to slip
right up inside the boy. The look on Alex's face was priceless. He'd
obviously never expected the ice to go inside.
"You know what," Jack laughed, stealing the now speechless boy's
favourite word, "I think that was really cool!"
For a moment Alex remained silent, staring at his older brother. As his
surprise at what had just happened abated, he closed his mouth and a
frown creased his young features. Jack was just starting to worry that
he'd crossed the line and done something he shouldn't when suddenly the
twinkle reappeared in Alex's eyes and the boy giggled happily. "Yeah,
that sure was cool! Do it again; push another piece in."
"I don't think so," Andy laughed. "That one little piece can't do you
any harm, but it probably wouldn't be a good idea to put any more in.
The last thing any of us want if you up all night with an upset tummy.
Also, don't forget that what goes in has to come out again and you don't
want a mess on your bed."
"That's ok," grinned Alex, "I'll sleep with Jack."
"Not a dribbling bottom you won't," said Jack, quickly.
"Come on, squirt," said Andy. "Let's get you into the bathroom and
cleaned up. Then it really is time for bed."
While Andy dealt with Alex in the bathroom, Jack returned the bowl to
the kitchen, emptying the remainder of the ice into the sink. He was
just on his way back up the stairs when Chris came in through the front
door.
"Hi, had a good time?" asked Jack, amiably.
"Not especially," Chris replied, eyeing his older brother up and down.
"Are you going to make a habit of wandering around the house half
naked?"
Jack realised that this was the second night running that Chris had come
in and caught him in just his shorts, but he was shocked by the harsh
tone his brother had used. "Hey, I didn't realise it was such a big
deal," he said defensively. "I'm sorry if you're offended by a bit of
skin," he snapped.
Chris reddened then looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry," he muttered.
"I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. It's just that I'm worried
about something."
"Hey, forget it." Jack returned to the bottom of the stairs and putting
his arm around his brother's shoulder he led him into the kitchen. "If
you tell me about it, maybe I can help."
While Jack fetched the milk from the fridge and poured two glasses, one
for himself and one for his brother, the fourteen year old explained
what was on his mind.
It turned out that Mike had had an accident. He'd tripped on the stairs
and twisted his ankle. It wasn't serious, but it was enough to ensure
that he would be unable to play in the soccer match that Saturday
against Westdale High. But that wasn't the worst of it. Tim, Mike's twin
brother, had passed Chris a message from their biology teacher Mrs.
Simmons. Apparently Chris had an overdue biology assignment and unless
he handed in the completed assignment tomorrow, Friday, "Wartface"
Simmons was going to have Chris suspended from the soccer team and so he
too would miss the match on Saturday. With two of their star players
missing, the team didn't stand a chance and would lose their position at
the top of the area league.
Jack, with his apathy regarding sports would not normally have
considered this to be such a major disaster, but he knew how much it
meant to Chris and how hard the boy had worked to get his position on
the soccer team. And now Chris was feeling that he had let the whole
team down. "When was the assignment due in?"
"Yesterday," said Chris, with a look on his face that indicated his
whole world had collapsed.
"So it's only a little bit late," said Jack. "Have you got much to do?
Couldn't you get it finished off tonight?"
"I've nearly all of it still to do, and if I understood any of it I
could have done it and handed it in on time."
Jack shook his head. "If you were stuck with something, why didn't you
ask me about it? Maybe I could have helped."
"Because I didn't want you think that I'm stupid," said Chris, staring
down into his now empty glass.
"I don't think you're stupid," Jack said, softly, his eyes locked onto
his brother's sad face. Even under these circumstances, Jack couldn't
help thinking how incredibly cute the younger boy was. With a sigh, Jack
stood up and took the glasses to the sink. "Come on," he said, briskly.
"We'd better get busy."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I going to try and ensure Westdale High don’t win
that match on Saturday. I can't do anything about Mike's ankle, but I
can sure as hell stop old Wartface from making matters worse. Let's get
upstairs. We've got a biology assignment to complete."
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