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Chapter 5
As soon as Sunday
lunch was over, Jack hurried upstairs to his room. Chris had promised to
look at the pictures of himself and Alex later that afternoon, and Jack
wanted to be sure that he had the correct pictures ready. Over the past
couple of days Jack had managed to get some pretty hot photographs of
Alex and his friend Jamie, but he knew he had to plan very carefully if
he was going to get Chris out of his pants.
The family had eaten lunch together. Their mom insisted that unless the
boys had a very good excuse, Sunday lunch was one meal during the week
where all of the family would sit down and eat at the same time. The
brothers often complained, particularly if they had plans to be
elsewhere, but most of the time it was easiest just to let their mom
have her own way.
However, once the meal was over everyone was free to go their separate
ways. Alex had already departed to Jamie's house, clutching a handful of
floppy disks containing a selection of pictures from the morning’s photo
session. Jack wasn't particularly happy about copying the pictures to
disk; the sixteen-year-old knew that if anyone got hold of them he could
be in a whole lot of trouble. But there wasn't really anything he could
do about it. Jamie had only stripped in order to get the photographs, so
Jack couldn't very well refuse to hand them over to the youngster.
Besides, the two eleven-year-olds had promised that they would do
another session, this time both together, and that Jack would have full
control of the poses. This offer certainly went a long way to offset any
worries the older boy might have had.
Chris had also quickly disappeared. He'd arranged to play soccer with
some friends from school, but assured Jack that he would be back in a
couple of hours. Since Jack's mom and dad had developed a regular habit
of going out for a drive on a Sunday afternoon, this left the teenager
alone in the house.
Jack spent about an hour browsing through his growing photograph
collection, spending most of the time looking at the pictures that he'd
taken of Jamie that morning. In spite of his jerk off show for the
preteens before lunch, he was already feeling horny again. He was
tempted to whip out his erection and take care of the matter there and
then, but he was worried that Chris might come back early, so he tried
to ignore the uncomfortable hardness between his legs. If things went
well he might have some brand new material to wank to later.
Getting bored looking at the photographs, Jack put his favourite picture
of Chris up on the screen: a close-up head and bare chest shot. Putting
on some music he settled down on his bed to read. He quickly became
engrossed in the book and must have lost track of the time, as it took
him by surprise when there was a knock at his bedroom door.
"Come in, I'm decent," he called, turning off the music.
The door opened and in came Chris, immediately followed by Tim and Mike.
Chris had been smiling as he came in, but the smile vanished as he saw
the picture still on the computer screen.
"Oh, Jack! Thanks a lot." The fourteen-year-old hurriedly crossed the
room and turned off the screen, obviously annoyed.
Both Tim and Mike were laughing. "Hey, Chris, been showing off that hot
body of yours, huh?" Mike called. "I didn't realise you were a secret
poser."
"Yeah, and you always pretend to be so shy in the locker room," Tim
added.
"Now look what you've done," Chris accused his brother. "It's going to
be all over the school by this time tomorrow."
Jack just held out his hands apologetically. "I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't
realise you would fetch anyone back with you." Jack had forgotten he'd
left the picture on the screen and was secretly extremely relieved that
it hadn't been a much more revealing shot of Alex or Jamie up there.
"Don't worry, dude. We won't tell anyone," Tim promised, still laughing.
Mike nodded his agreement. "Your little secret is safe with us."
Tim and Mike were twins, and whilst not quite identical, their
relationship was quite obvious. They had a similar build and features;
medium height, slim and good looking with brown hair and eyes. But
whilst Tim had short hair, Mike kept his longer, almost shoulder length.
They normally dressed as differently as possible, though at the moment
they were dressed similarly in shorts and shirt, having come straight
from the soccer game. The boys were thirteen years old, about six months
younger than Chris. They and Chris were in the same class in school and
had been best friends for years.
"Hey, Tim," Mike giggled. "Do ya think that maybe when Mr. Poser had
that picture taken, his bottom half was as bare as his top half?"
Tim gave Chris an appraising look, and then agreed with his brother.
"Yeah, I think so. He looks the sort to go flashing his bits for the
camera. They say the shy ones are always the worst once they get
started."
"Leave it out, you dorks," snarled Chris, blushing furiously. He gave
Tim a punch to the shoulder. "Firstly I only had my shirt off, nothing
else. Secondly, I'm not shy. Just because unlike some people I know, I
don't spend half my time strutting around half naked showing off my
undeveloped pecs." He looked pointedly at the twins.
"Who are you calling underdeveloped?" demanded Tim, rubbing his
shoulder. "We're not that far behind you, considering you're older than
we are. Anyway, if you're not shy then how come you were so quick to
rush in and turn off that screen a moment ago?"
Chris glared down at his older brother, who was still lying on the bed.
"Now see what your daft ideas have done."
"They've promised they won't tell anyone," said Jack. "Besides, I can't
see why it's such a big deal anyway. They’ve seen a picture of you with
your shirt off. So what?"
Mike had been very casually moving in the direction of the computer.
While Chris had his back turned, Mike quickly turned the screen back on.
A second later the image was back showing Chris in all his shirtless
glory.
Jack noticed that this time Mike didn't laugh as he looked at the photo.
In fact, he seemed to be studying the picture rather intensely and the
boy's hand made an unconscious movement across the front of his shorts.
Jack's brain went into overdrive. Could it be possible that Mike was
gay? If this really was the case, then it would certainly open up a
number of interesting possibilities. Jack decided that this was an
avenue that merited further exploration.
By this stage Chris had noticed that he was once again on display. He
shook his head resignedly. "Go ahead and look at the stupid pictures if
you want. But if you breathe a word about them to anyone then we are no
longer friends, and I mean that."
"Pictures?" Tim's ears pricked up at the word. "You mean there are more
of them?" He pushed his brother out of the way in order to get to the
computer keyboard. "In that case we’d better have a look at the others."
Moving like lightning, Jack was off the bed and across the room before
anyone could blink. "Don't touch that keyboard. I'll find the pictures
for you." There was no way he was going to let anyone poke about on his
computer; he couldn't risk them accidentally bringing up the pictures of
Alex or Jamie.
"Sure, dude. Whatever you say," said Tim, stepping back out of Jack's
way.
"You sure you don't mind them seeing the other pictures?" Jack asked
Chris.
"Go ahead," the fourteen-year-old replied, sulkily. "The damage has
already been done."
Jack wasn't at all happy about the way the situation had turned out.
Aside from the fact that Chris was now unlikely to pose for any more
pictures, the older boy hated to think he had hurt his brother in any
way. Quickly he tried to think of a way to turn things around. Then the
idea hit him.
"You guys want to look at the other pictures?" Jack asked the twins.
"Sure we do," Tim replied.
Mike didn't actually speak, but it was obvious from the way he was
staring at the screen that he was interested in seeing more.
"Ok" Jack continued. "I'll show you the pictures, but there's gonna be a
price to pay."
Tim laughed. "You think we're going to pay good money just to see
pictures of Chris with his shirt off? No way. Good looking he may be,
but I'm certainly not going to pay to look at him."
Jack shook his head. "I'm not talking about money. The price is the two
of you agreeing to do some similar pictures."
Tim blinked in surprise. "Let me get this straight. You'll show us the
other pictures of Chris if we agree to take our shirts off so you can
photograph us?"
"That's the deal," Jack confirmed.
"What do you think?" Tim asked, turning to his brother.
"I suppose it would be ok," Mike replied, with a shrug and a smile.
"Yeah, you got yourself a deal," said Tim. "Actually it sounds like it
might be fun. Let's do it."
The twins huddled in close as Jack began to cycle through the pictures
he'd taken of Chris on Friday evening. There was a lot of laughter from
the two thirteen-year-olds as they watched their friend remove his
shirt, pose, flex and generally goof off in front of the camera.
The subject of the photographs sat quietly on Jack's bed. To start with
he had a frown on his face but as he realised the two boys were laughing
at the funny poses rather than at him directly, his mood began to
lighten. Eventually he got up off the bed and moved closer until he was
right up behind the others, looking at the pictures himself. Towards the
end of the show Jack glanced back and was relieved to see his brother
was smiling.
As Jack closed the last picture in the set and leaned back in his chair,
Tim clapped Chris on the shoulder, grinning. "Hey, dude, you were great.
Just one thing wrong though; I thought those body builder types wore
only skimpy little briefs.”
Chris blushed scarlet, obviously recalling that he'd been about to strip
down to his boxers when they’d been interrupted by Alex. "Well it's your
turn now," he said. "Why not show me how it's done properly? I hope
you're wearing your skimpy little briefs under those shorts."
"Hang on a minute," Mike put in nervously, "we only agreed to go
shirtless; nothing was said about stripping down any further than that."
"What's the matter little bro? Afraid that everyone will see how small
your package is?" Tim often referred to his brother as "little bro",
even though Mike was only around 30 minutes younger.
"My package is exactly the same size as yours," Mike replied, shortly.
"If you want to prance around practically naked, that's up to you. But
I'm not about to go any further than we agreed."
"Sometimes I think you’re almost as shy as Chris," Tim laughed, and
pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it casually onto the floor.
"C’mon Mike, time to show some skin," he said, stretching his arms above
his head.
Mike quickly followed his brother’s example, pulling off his own shirt
and laying it on the bed.
"Right, what do you want us to do?" Tim asked Jack.
Jack was fumbling with his camera, trying not to stare at the two boys.
They sure were good looking, not as developed as Chris, but both had
nicely shaped chests and tight stomachs. Also they were lightly tanned,
whereas Chris was pale from hiding his body from the sun.
For a moment Jack was almost tempted to respond truthfully to Tim’s
question and tell them what he would really like them to do, but he
decided that would perhaps be a little foolhardy, and instead he
instructed them to go through a selection of poses of the type they had
just seen in Chris’ pictures.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, amid a great deal of laughing and
fooling around, Jack snapped a good selection of pictures, including
some great close up face shots and even a few very close up pictures of
the boys’ chests. At one stage he had them put their arms above their
heads so that he could get some shots of their hairless underarms and
had them stand close together with their arms around each other’s
shoulders.
"I think we’re about done," said Jack, eventually.
"How about we finish with one of the three of us together?" Mike
suggested, waving Chris to come across.
"Sure," Jack agreed. "That’d make a really good picture. How about it
Chris?"
Chris didn’t appear particularly happy at the suggestion, but couldn’t
really refuse. Reluctantly he peeled off his shirt and approached the
twins, who moved apart so that he could stand between them.
Once again, Jack had them put their arms around each other’s shoulders.
"C’mon, get in tight together or I can’t get you all in the shot," he
instructed. The sixteen-year-old was becoming aroused looking at the
three boys pressed together, their bare flesh touching, and he hoped the
bulge in his pants wasn’t becoming too obvious. Quickly he took the
picture. "Done," he said, lowering the camera so that it strategically
covered the evidence of his excitement.
"Great. Can I get dressed again now?" Chris asked, frowning as though
the whole thing had been an annoyance.
"Yeah, you go cover up your cute little body," Tim joked. Then, before
Chris had chance to move, he leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the
fourteen-year-old’s cheek.
"Ugh! You really are a sick perv," Chris grimaced as he pushed Tim away
and wiped his cheek with his hand.
But Tim wasn’t quite finished. Reaching out his hand he playfully
grabbed hold of one Chris’ nipples and gave it a twist.
With a cry of pain, Chris slapped Tim’s hand away. "Right, you’ve asked
for it." He grabbed hold of Tim’s arms and wrestled the boy across to
the bed.
For a moment, Mike watched the two boys struggle, and then he moved
across to join in, on Chris’ side.
For the second time that day, Jack had the privilege of watching boys
wrestle in his bedroom. That morning he had watched Alex wrestle his
friend Jamie. That particular battle had been made more interesting by
the fact that Jamie had been completely naked. Jack made a mental note
to ensure that the next session with Alex and Jamie include another
wrestling match with both boys naked.
The current battle was not going well for Tim. Even against Chris alone
he would have struggled, since Chris was a little bigger and heavier
than he was, and certainly stronger. But against Chris and Mike
together, the boy stood no chance at all. Very quickly he was pinned on
his back, on the bed, with Chris sitting on his shoulders and Mike on
his legs. All three boys were panting heavily and there were beads of
sweat on their faces and chests.
"Had enough?" asked Chris.
"Never," Tim laughed, still struggling to get free.
Mike had a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You were going on about how small
my package was earlier. Let’s see just how big yours is." He took hold
of the waistband of his brother’s shorts.
"No! Don’t!" Tim’s struggles increased. But there was nothing he could
do to stop his shorts and briefs being pulled down to his knees. His
cock and balls came into view, flopping madly from side to side as he
fought to escape.
This was too good a chance for Jack to miss. Quickly he raised the
camera and captured the scene.
"You bastards!" Tim cried. "You are going to be so sorry for this."
"May as well make the most of it then," said Chris, twisting one his
friend’s nipples in return for what Tim had done to him a few moments
earlier.
"Agh!" Tim gave a yelp of pain. "Ok. I’ve had enough, you win," he
gasped.
Chris and Mike let go of their captive, allowing him to get to his feet
and pull up his shorts. "That was unfair," he said. "Two against one. I
could whip either of you one on one."
"In your dreams," Chris laughed. "Maybe next time we have to teach you a
lesson we’ll shave off those few hairs you have around your dick."
"Well we can’t even be sure you have a dick," Tim replied, "you’re so
good at keeping it covered up." This last remark caused Chris’ face to
turn red with embarrassment.
Jack turned his attention away from the boys and began the process of
transferring the pictures from the camera onto his computer. As he
waited for the transfer to finish, Mike came to stand by the side of his
chair. The thirteen-year-old had collected his shirt but had not yet put
it back on and the boy stood so close that Jack caught the faint odour
of boy-sweat and thought he could almost feel the warmth coming from his
bare skin.
"That’s a pretty neat camera," Mike observed. "I’ve got an ordinary
camera at home, but I wouldn’t mind having one like that."
"It is pretty cool." Jack replied. "Beats having to send in the films
for processing. Also, once you have the pictures on your computer you
can play around with them. You can’t do that with ordinary photographs.
Tell you what, if you like you can come over sometime and have a go with
it."
"Yeah, I’d like that. If you’re sure you don’t mind."
"No problem. We’ll sort something out maybe sometime this week."
"That’d be great."
Behind them, Chris and Tim had put on their shirts and were deep in
conversation about their earlier soccer practice. Their battle of a few
minutes before was apparently forgotten.
"You friends again now?" Jack asked.
"Yeah," Tim grinned. "I’ve got to let this dork hang around with me,
because no one else would have him." Chris just laughed and shook his
head.
"Erm, Jack?" Tim looked a little uncomfortable. "You didn’t really take
any pictures of me with my shorts down, did you?"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t," Jack grinned. "But you’d better be nice
to me, just in case."
Tim looked thoughtful, as if trying to work out from Jack’s expression
whether or not the older boy actually had taken the pictures. "Ok," he
said, eventually, grinning himself, "I think I can cope with being nice
to you, just as long as I don’t have to be nice to your dork of a
brother."
Twenty minutes later, Jack was alone in front of his computer. Chris,
Tim and Mike had gone and his mom and dad had not yet returned, so he
still had the house to himself. His pants were around his ankles and his
hard dick was in his hand as he leisurely stroked it up and down. On the
screen was the picture of Tim pinned down on the bed with his shorts
around his knees, his young body on full view, exposed to the
sixteen-year-old’s hungry gaze. Jack was happy. The afternoon may not
have gone exactly as intended, but it hadn’t been a total loss. He was
just going to have to work a bit harder on getting Chris naked. In the
meantime he had his next session with Alex and Jamie to look forwards to
and now it looked like there just might be a possibility of having a
little fun with Mike. Yes, life was definitely looking up.
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