Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 05:51:53 -0500 From: spasm2 Subject: Pauls Pants: Ewan's Story Part 4 PP/Ewans Story part 4, images of love. As ever, the rights to this story remain in my possession, otherwise feel free to distribute, or reproduce it, as long as it is not for profit. Any comments please to spasm2(at)mailandnews.com, always nice to hear from people especially if they have enjoyed the story. One of the decisions I had made as I cycled home that night was to show Ewan some more of the pictures Paul and I had taken, after all there was the delicate matter of my ongoing relationship, such as it was, with Paul to be considered. With the selfishness of youth, I had allowed my feelings for Ewan to develop without any consideration for my suck buddy. I was pretty sure that he would be completely appalled if he thought I was in an openly gay relationship, after all, he was still managing to convince himself that ours was simply based on a mutual need to masturbate. I had told him quite truthfully that I wasn't gay, but I suspect that the finer distinction that I was bisexual was likely to pass him by. On the matter of Ewan, however, I had developed powerful feelings of love towards him, and didn't want to do anything that might hurt him, especially as he had only just been released from an abusive and uncomfortable situation. So far, however, Ewan had always managed to surprise me by his sensitivity and intelligence. I decided that, on balance, I would show him what we had been up to; he knew we had a history, indeed he had caught us at it (not that Paul knew this). There was nothing to be gained by trying to separate my relationships into compartments, and, as far as Ewan was concerned, all to lose, far better to be open with him and see how he reacted. All these thoughts were tumbling through my mind as I cycled slowly back across the common towards Ewans house, my cameras and a carefully selected box of photos in my back pack. When I got to Ewans house the door was answered by his father, `Ah there you are, jolly good, I've just had a call, and need to go into work straight away. I've not yet heard any signs of life from him upstairs yet. You might have to go and throw a bucket of cold water over him to wake him; he was out like a light when I looked in last night. Anyway, I must dash, but before I go, let me give you some dosh on account, you might want to get yourselves some lunch out somewhere.' He handed me some money, I didn't refuse him, because I was supposed to be helping Ewan with his dyslexia exercises. I politely closed the door behind him, propped my bike against the others in the hallway, and listened for the sound of his departing car before I sat down on the stairs to take my shoes and socks off. For some reason I wanted to see how solid a sleeper Ewan really was, and crept up the stairs to his bedroom in my bare feet. He was curled up in bed with his back to the door, his mouth slightly parted and no sound beyond the gentle inhalation and exhalation of his breath. His blonde hair was lying tousled on the pillow, and his golden eyelashes were just catching the diffuse sunlight that filled the room, he looked impossibly young and desirable lying there so peacefully. I was filled with love, and couldn't believe that only the day before we had fucked for the first time on that very same bed. I stroked his bare shoulder to wake him, no reaction; I was struck by an idea, and quietly stripped my jeans and t-shirt off. I had given some thought to what would be the most appropriate underwear, and had decided to put on the thong that the unknown voyeur had given me on our Lake District holiday, I had also brought a couple of alternatives as I didn't want to get caught out without a change again. Very carefully and quietly, I slipped into bed with Ewan; I caught a glimpse of his body and saw he was still wearing the black tanga briefs that he had put on the night before. I slowly slid down the bed, and spooned into his curved body, gently placing my arm over his shoulder and across his chest. He snorted softly without waking and wriggled a little, pressing his bottom against my groin. I lay there, savouring the moment, although we hadn't been able to sleep together that night, at least we could wake up together. Somehow I dozed off; when I woke up, we had both turned over, Ewan had wrapped his arms round my waist, one hand delicately touching my groin. I was quite substantially erect under his relaxed hand, and I could feel a pressure against my butt that indicated that he was in a similar condition. Somehow we had reached a sort of synchrony, for as I was waking, I sensed an exploratory flexing in the hand that was touching my cock. A moment later a sleepy and puzzled voice said in my ear; `Where did you come from? I thought I was dreaming that you were in bed with me.' I rolled over to face him, he hadn't rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked very cute and only half awake, `I tried to wake you, and when I couldn't I thought I'd just jump into bed and wait for you. Nice to feel that you are pleased to see me though.' I gave his rock hard manhood a friendly rub to remind him. `You should have wakened me,' he complained. `What, and miss out on the chance of waking up with you? I don't think so, anyway, I could have been practising the tuba in here and you would have slept through it.' `God, I'm so sorry, you must think I'm awful.' He stretched luxuriously and our two erections pressed deliciously together. `I wasn't snoring was I?' he asked anxiously. `No, why, do you snore?' `I don't think so, but I'm not sure, my brother snores, especially when he's had a few beers the night before. I've never asked him if I do, he'd probably lie to me anyway, just to wind me up.' `That's probably true,' I said, `I only have a big sister, but she'd do the same. Anyway, what shall we do?' `What, after this?' he asked, suddenly wrapping me in his arms and legs, and kissing me. I responded, of course, and we snogged passionately, slowly grinding our erections together. `Yeah, after this,' I agreed, when I came up for air, and before going back for another session. We managed to carry on like this for quite a while before a look of discomfort crossed Ewans face. `I'm awfully sorry,' he said, `but I really have to have a pee.' `That's ok,' I said, and obligingly disentangled myself from our clinch, he leaped out of bed, his tanga briefs attractively stretched by his morning stiffy. I followed him across to the bathroom and sat on the side of the bath, where I found him standing, pants pulled to one side and directing a stream of piss into the toilet bowl. I'm not particularly turned on by pissing, but the image of Ewan, every inch the sleep tousled schoolboy, standing there holding his very substantial cock in one hand, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the other, is one that will stick with me. `I wish I'd got a camera out, you've no idea how sexy you look.' Ewan looked startled, `I'm glad you brought one, but I'm not sure I'd like to be pictured like this. I'd sooner have a shower first.' `It's cool,' I said, `I only stuck them in as an afterthought, I brought over some of the pics Paul and I took, I promised to show you them, remember.' `Oh fantastic,' he said, `I've been hoping you would, but didn't quite know how to ask you.' `You only need to ask,' I said, `d'you want to have a look now?' `I think I ought to have that shower first, I take a bit of waking in the morning sometimes, don't take in everything straight away.' `Alright, would you like me to jump in with you?' I said, standing up. `Yeah, that would be nice.' His eyes widened; `Oh my god, you've put your g-string on, and I didn't even notice. It's good, worth a picture too.' `Thanks,' I said, `it's been in a few.' `Maybe it'll be in few more,' he smiled, `let's have that shower before we get carried away.' Stripping off our pants we jumped into the stream of hot water, I tenderly rubbed Ewans firm body with the soap, paying special attention to his cock before I gently rubbed soapsuds down his crack. `How's your bum this morning?' I shouted over the splash of the water. `A little tender, we'd best not do again that straight away, you're a little bigger than I realised.' `God, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry.' `Don't be, it was me that invited you in, not the other way round after all, and it was the best feeling. I'm sure it will get easier if we use plenty of Vaseline and keep on trying.' `If you're sure, you know I'd do anything for you, but I don't want to hurt you.' Ewan took the soap from me, and lathered me up, after a moment, I felt his fingers delicately investigating my anus, `there is one thing,' he shouted, `just because I'm out of action doesn't mean you have to be.' `That's very true,' I shouted back as he continued his gentle probing. He slipped a soapy finger in, grasping my erect cock with his other hand and I leaned against the wall of the shower cubicle to make it easier for him, the feeling was wonderful, not the same as my being inside him, but had its own special loveliness. A moment or two later, and he pulled the finger out, a little more soap and he slipped two in. `Wow, this is easy,' he shrieked, over the sound of the water. I was mute, lost in a world of new sensations and pleasures. `Lean forward a bit,' he yelled, pulling his fingers out again, he applied a whole lot more soapsuds then suddenly I felt his cock enter me for the first time. He had lost hold of mine by now, but it didn't matter, as I felt him slide easily into my anus. `This feels wonderful,' he shouted, `how is it for you?' `I love it, and I love you,' I shouted back, `don't stop now.' `Don't worry, I won't be stopping.' He put both hands on my hips and used them to pull me back onto his long slender cock, ensuring the maximum possible penetration and controlling the speed of each thrust at the same time. A few more slow deep thrusts and he suddenly speeded up, `Oh god, I'm coming,' he shouted, rather unoriginally and indeed I could feel the jets of spunk inside me as he came. I wasn't quite there yet, and we collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower, Ewan slipping free as we descended, his legs no longer able to support him. We lay together for a few minutes, then, before we turned into prunes I picked him up, and we quickly rinsed each other down. Ewan was rather silent, as I handed him a towel, and began to dry his hair with another one. `I'm so sorry,' he said after a while. `Whatever for?' I replied. `I got a bit carried away, and I didn't think about you coming at all, just went with the feeling, sorry.' I embraced his wet naked body against mine; `It's ok,' I said, kissing his sweet lips, `this is new territory for both of us, it is better when we come together, but it isn't always going to happen. If it's any consolation, it felt really good, and any time you want to have another try, to perfect your technique, that's fine by me.' He grinned naughtily, `I'll hold you to that.' `Tell you what,' I said, `why don't you have a look at the photos, and I could take a few pics of you while you are doing it. You never know, you might be able to turn me on a little, if you try really hard.' `Now you're just being cruel,' he answered, `turning you on is easy, look, you're getting stiff just thinking about it.' It was true; my neglected cock was beginning to stiffen up at the thought of an impromptu photo session with my lover. We towelled each other dry, and picking up our pants off the floor, we went back into the bedroom. `Ok,' Ewan said, `what would you like me to wear? And by the way, I think you should put your g-string back on.' `Oh, yes, my cock too distracting for you is it?' I teased, `how about you wear your pink one, I haven't really seen it yet, and I imagine it must be dry by now.' `Ok, and no, it's not too distracting, I just like to watch you getting hard in your pants.' Ewan danced naked across the room to the radiator where we had spread out our hand washing from the night before (artfully concealed beneath a hand towel in case of unexpected visitors), and making sure I was watching, he wiggled into the pink g-string we had bought the day previously. `What do you think?' he asked, pirouetting in front of me. `It looks good, and I know it feels good.' In truth it was an extremely good fit, even though he was only semi-hard, having only just come a few minutes before. The skimpy material fitted sleekly, clearly showing the outline of his cock as it rested on the sweet curves of his balls. `Where do you want me?' he asked, `on the bed?' `No, I think that would be too obvious,' I said, `this story needs to be about discovery, nothing deep, just a gradual uncovering. How about you curl up in the armchair over there, it's obvious that you must be naked, or nearly naked, but we don't need to discover what, if anything, you are wearing straight away. At the same time, the pictures you are looking at will be a discovery for you.' `That's nice,' he said, smiling, `I think I like the way you work already.' The unexpected upturn in my finances caused by my new employment as tutor to Ewan had meant that I was able to borrow against my prospects, and in consequence for once I had plenty of film. I had decided to use the little automatic camera gifted to us by our unknown voyeur patron up the Lakes, it had a built in flash and I thought that the sort of shots I was imagining would be enhanced by the freedom it gave me. Its power winder and the long cable release I'd brought with me also meant that I could get into the pictures if it seemed appropriate. We moved the chair so that it got as much direct light as possible and Ewan curled himself up in it. His position was such that you could see that he was wearing a string, as it cut across the long curve of his hip and thigh. I took a couple of shots of him sitting there, looking expectant and slightly enigmatic. I was keen for the pictures to show the sweet curve of his butt, and to make it obvious that he wasn't wearing much at all. At last, although it had only been a couple of minutes, I passed him the box of prints and said; `take it away.' I had arranged the pictures quite carefully, so the first dozen or so were of Paul in a variety of situations, and only gradually starting to get rid of his clothes. Ewan looked very carefully at each print, becoming more absorbed in his study and less aware of my presence with each one. He carefully put each print face down on the floor next to the chair, giving me one of my favourite shots as he stretched out, his body twisted and his butt tense, to place one of the prints on the pile. As he leaned out the camera caught a glimpse of the pink string bisecting the sweet dark pucker of his anus, a combination of the innocent and the explicit that I find so beguiling. As the pictures he was looking at became a little more sexual; Paul in his pants and obviously quite turned on, Ewan unconsciously began to open up his posture, he lifted up a knee, and it became apparent for the first time what he was actually wearing. His free hand became a little more active, at first he absently rubbed his upper thigh and buttocks, after a little while he started to stroke his flat stomach with his fingertips. This time when he leaned out to deposit the sheaf of pictures he exposed his crotch for the first time to the camera, he still wasn't fully erect, but his cock was thickening up and the outline of his glans was plain to see through the fine fabric. The next sequence of Paul's photos were the pictures I had taken of him in the bath, the ones that had culminating in his slipping over in the water and coming all over my face. These plainly turned Ewan on a good deal, he twisted round, opening up his crotch to view, and for the first time allowing his fingers to wander onto his erection. He was stiffening up nicely, the pressure of his cock stretching the fine fabric away from his body, allowing me to get shots that included his balls. This time as he twisted round to dump the pics I was able to get a shot that showed his glorious cock stretching the no longer adequate fabric and his anus bisected by the tightly straining cord. The penultimate set of images was from some of the pictures I had taken at the lakes, and featured Paul wearing the other g-string that had been gifted to us, although this wasn't immediately apparent. I should perhaps point out that I had been rock hard and very turned on since early on in the session. It was only later that I realised that neither of us spoke, my sessions with Paul had always required a lot of chat to achieve the poses I wanted. Ewans interest was heightened when he realised the location of this set, and for the first time he tentatively began to stroke his cock, his grip tightening as he began to realise that Paul was dressed similarly to him, and I saw him take a sneaky glance at his crotch to see if he measured up. By the time he got to the last of the set, he was openly masturbating, his cock still confined in the fabric of the g-string. For the last set I had started out with the first few cloudy and indistinct images that Paul had taken of me, I could see that Ewan was at first a little confused, and he lifted his hand off his cock to scratch his head. Once he realised what was going on, and the pictures did get better, he was back in action, pulling the fabric to one side to allow him to take his cock fully in hand. If ever I had needed evidence that his feelings for me were sincere this was it, as he looked at the last few pictures, culminating in an image of me lying on my back, come spraying from my cock, I could see that he was on the verge of coming too, his cock was purple and the tip was wet with pre-cum. He chucked the last pics on the floor and beckoned me over, `put the camera on the tripod, I'll wait for you.' I didn't need any encouragement, there were about half a dozen frames left, and I set the camera, plumbed in the cable release, and then carefully climbed into the armchair with Ewan. We needed a little rearrangement to make a good picture, and I ended up sitting astride the arm, while Ewan stretched round me. `Give me the cable release,' he said, `it'll be less obvious.' I saw no reason to argue, his judgement had been spot on so far. His first image remains one of our best, in my opinion, he tilted his pelvis to push his erection forward, and with his visible hand he took hold of my cock within the semi transparent material of my string; you can see his knuckles and my glans pressed against the fabric together with a spreading patch of pre-cum. His expression manages to be both enigmatic and confident, mine is just blissfully happy. For our next shot, I slid down off the arm of the chair, Ewan pulled my cock free from its confinement and we sat side by side, each taking hold of the others cock in a perfectly symmetrical image. The next one was similar, except we both arched back across the arms and opened our legs wide, much more obviously wanking each other. `How many shots do we have left?' he asked, never ceasing to give my cock attention. `Three I think,' I answered, `what do you have in mind?' `I think we should have the come shot,' he replied. He got up from the chair, and knelt on the cushion, sticking his sweet boy butt up in the air and pulling the g-string to one side, `on you go' he said indistinctly. `I thought you were a bit sore,' I said, faintly, as I was by now extremely turned on. `I am,' his muffled voice responded, `so just come over my arse, there wouldn't be anything to see otherwise.' I didn't need much encouragement, and began to rub the tip of my cock up and down his crack, Judging by the moans he was making this wasn't unpleasant to him either, I spat gently on his pucker to aid lubrication and speeded things up a little, I was now very close to coming and warned Ewan with a preliminary grunt, when I came, it was copious, great clots of my creamy white spunk spraying up his crack and running down over his balls. At some point the flash went off, but it wasn't until much later that I appreciated how well he had judged it. Guiltily, I scooped up as much of my jizz as I could. Ewan surfaced, looking smug, and gravely sucked it out of my hand, before offering me his hand to lick. That was the penultimate image, both pretty much naked and erect, my cock still dripping, with come smeared faces, licking each others hand clean. `Last one,' Ewan said firmly if indistinctly with a mouth full of spunk, `my turn,' He turned me round so that I was facing away from the camera; I put one knee up on the arm of the chair and leaned forward. I felt him pull the cord of my g-string to one side, and then he spat his mouthful of spunk over my arse, a moment later he rubbed the improvised lubricant in with his fingers before slipping his hard cock in once again. This time he wasn't going to be long, I could feel his thrusting getting faster and faster, and just before he came, he pulled almost all the way out, twisted towards the camera, grinned in triumph and hit the cable release. His final thrust was enough to take him over the edge, and yet again that morning I could feel his spunk spraying into my body. This time it was my turn to stand up and gently twist round, although Ewan stayed inside me this time, we sat down, exhausted on the armchair, I could feel his cock gradually shrinking in me, and eventually it just slipped out. He wriggled out from under, and climbed into my lap; we sat entwined in a comfortable sticky silence, neither of us wanting to say anything. Eventually though, Ewans instincts as a host came to the fore; `cup of tea?' he asked. As soon as he said it, he realised what a ridiculous, inappropriate and utterly British thing that had been to say, and even as I started to snigger, he was off; collapsing in howls of helpless laughter, that of course got me going even more and we rocked together, utterly incapable of anything but hysterical giggling. We were both scarcely able to breathe, and it took several minutes before we could recover our composure. `Yes please,' I said, which naturally set us off again, once we had finally recovered, I stood up, gently dislodging him from my lap. I took a moment to adjust his g-string which was somewhat disarrayed, and he gravely performed the same service for me. We were going to need another shower, but first off, the cup of tea was definitely a requirement. We padded downstairs, dressed only in our strings, there was no-one to overlook us, and there seemed to be little point in our putting clothes on. I put the kettle on, while Ewan busied himself finding teabags, teapot and biscuits. He then slumped on a chair while we waited for the kettle to boil. `Are you ok,' I asked anxiously. `Yeah, I'm fine,' he answered, `that was a bit intense wasn't it?' `Yes it was, but you were driving it,' I answered, slightly alarmed. `I know, sometimes I don't know when to throttle back,' he said, looking sheepish, `it's always been one of my worst faults according to my dad.' `It's not a fault,' I said loyally, `it's the energy that gives you creativity, the world out there is full of people who will try to put a brake on in it, or worse to hitch a ride using you. The important thing is to learn to control and use your creativity, so that precious energy and enthusiasm isn't wasted on people and things that aren't worth it. I hope you don't include me in the latter category by the way.' Ewan got up, sat in my lap again and throwing his arms round me, he leaned his head into my shoulder, and said; `I think you are the first person who has ever begun to understand how I feel most of the time, how come you know me so well?' `Probably because that is how I feel too,' I answered, `you were utterly brilliant in that photo session, you weren't posing for the camera, what you did went directly through the lens and straight to the person looking at the pictures. I have never felt that way about my pictures before, and the way you took control was terrific, if it had been anybody else, it might just have been a mess, but I'm certain we've created some special images this morning.' `Thanks,' Ewan said faintly, `it means a lot to me to hear you say that, your pics were a great help, I can't believe that you want to do stuff with me when you've got Paul though.' `The difference is that I don't love Paul and he doesn't love me, I'm not even sure he knows what love is. He is quite often hard to work with, you on the other hand are a natural, inspirational and what's more I love you.' `Thank you,' he said, `I love you too, and for what it's worth I thought Pauls pictures of you were pretty terrible, even though they were very sexy, once I'd worked out what they were, but he'd miss a dead donkey unless he stood on it.' `You're not wrong,' I agreed, `there was a lot time spent in the darkroom to make them as good as they are, he is just not good with a camera.' We were interrupted by the kettle boiling, once the tea was made and poured into mugs, I was able to resume our conversation; `I have a bit of a problem with Paul,' I said slightly nervously. `He's going to expect things to carry on as they are, isn't he?' Ewan asked. `I'm afraid he probably is,' I agreed, `and I'm not quite sure what to do about it. Say the word and I'll tell him to go hang, but I'm afraid if I tell him about you and me, then his whole carefully constructed lie will begin to crumble and he will have to face up to something he has always denied.' `It's ok,' Ewan said, giving me a hug, `I'll just have to share you with him for now. I consider all the time you have spent with him as training for spending time with me, it doesn't mean anything if there's no love in it; you might just as well have a wank. Just don't think I'm giving you carte blanche to fuck any one you please,' he added sternly. `Jesus, what makes you think I'd ever have the energy to fuck anyone else, it's not even midday; you've spunked up my arse twice, and I've just had the biggest orgasm I've had since yesterday. We're just fucking lucky we're teenagers and we can do this, I bet your brother would be dead jealous.' `Point taken, I think. Well, now that we've sorted out our differences, what shall we do for the rest of the day?' `For now, finish our tea? and then maybe another shower together?' `You're obsessed with showers,' he said affectionately, `don't you get to wash at home?' `Of course I do,' I answered, `but I do like to be clean and to smell nice, and yet at the same time I like all the mess and stickiness that comes with really good sex.' `You're weird,' he smiled, `come on then.' He climbed off my lap and extended his hand to lead me back upstairs. I was ever so grateful that his house possessed an abundant supply of hot water, it had run out on us once previously, but on this occasion it didn't let us down. Once again we washed each other, intimately and tenderly, in a way that was becoming customary to us. As we wrapped each other in our still damp towels, I pointed at our soggy and stained underwear with my big toe; `I feel sorry for those pants.' `Why?' Ewan asked. `I think the longest either of us has kept ours on is about an hour,' I said. `So?' `I guess pants are meant to be worn, these are just too sexy.' `I tell you what,' he replied slowly. `What,' I asked? `How about we both wear ours to school on a day when neither of us has PE, and then we'll know how it feels to wear them all day, we can meet up at lunchtime to compare notes.' I wasn't entirely sure if he was taking the piss, but decided that it was better not to go down that road. `Ok, I'm game if you are, anyway, what shall we do now?' `There was something,' he broke off. `Yes?' `Well, you remember talking to me about dressing up?' `Yes, I had to work quite hard to persuade Paul to dress up for our photo sessions.' `I don't think you'll have to work quite so hard with me,' he said softly. `How do you mean,' I said, playing dumb. `I mean I'd really like to set up a photo series that involves some costume,' he answered seriously. `I'm easy, whatever turns you on,' I answered, although my mind was rolling through the possibilities; `what did you have in mind?' `I know it sounds really kinky, but I think it might work.' `What does?' `Promise me you won't laugh.' `I promise,' I said crossing my fingers behind my back. `Ok, here it is,' he sounded nervous. `Go on,' I prompted, `I trust you.' `Thanks, how about the innocent schoolboy (that would be you by the way), seduced by a seemingly innocent young girl?' `All good so far,' I agreed, `except we have no seemingly innocent young girl.' `Ah, but that's the twist, the girl turns out to be a surprisingly well endowed young man.' `Ah, now I begin to understand, the girl would be you perchance?' `Yes.' `Right, on principle I don't have a problem, but there are certain technical difficulties to overcome. First off, you are pretty obviously a boy, secondly, apart from a couple of pairs of knickers we are sadly lacking in costume, thirdly, girls wear make up, and unless you know what you are doing, you'll look grotesque.' `Sorted,' he said triumphantly. `How do you mean?' `I've tried, if I tie my hair back in bunches and put a bit of lipstick on I reckon I'd pass for a girl, I don't have any tits, but nor do some of them.' `Ok, how about item 2?' `Ah well, I got my costume sorted when we went through the jumble.' `You devious little sod,' I spluttered, `you've had this planned.' `Guilty,' he replied, smiling at me. `Ok, assuming your costume is alright, I think we should do it, but let's give it a little twist.' `What are you thinking of?' he asked. `Well I know it might seem to be a bit of a cliché at first, but how about; boy comes home from school having found some girlie mags along the way, thinks he is alone in the house but is in fact being spied on, starts getting down to it, at some critical point the girl is revealed. She gets in on the action, and is eventually discovered to be a boy dressed as a girl, they do what comes naturally and that's the end of story.' `I like it,' he smiled, `there are some girlie mags in Alistairs wardrobe you can use, in fact his room would be better, because it's tidier and there's room for me to hide. His old school clobber would probably fit you better than mine too. Shall we go and have a look?' A quick search of the other bedroom revealed everything we needed, his brothers old clothes would fit me well enough, although he had much bigger feet. I was more intrigued to see how Ewan would transform himself into a credible girl. `Right, that's me sorted,' I said, `let's see about you.' Ewans jumble sale booty had included a denim wrap around mini skirt, a white, semi transparent and very obviously feminine top, and rather mysteriously, a bra. `What on earth are you going to do with that,' I asked, pointing, `you've got nothing to put in it.' `Ah, but it's what they call a training bra, I thought if I put it on, the straps would show through the top and make me seem more like a girl.' `Ah, I see. Which pants were you proposing to wear with this ensemble?' `I thought the yellow ones we got from the jumble, they're a bit see through, could be good.' `Anything would look good on you,' I said, `I'm beginning to get turned on already.' `You do realise it's big school pants for you, I suppose?' he grinned. `Yeah, got to get into character, come on then, let's get set up.' To my surprise, it didn't take much to make Ewan look like a fairly creditable girl; we dampened his hair and scraped it back into two bunches, and he applied a little lippy that he had stolen from somewhere. We managed to work out how to put on the training bra, he pulled on some striped knee length socks and after that the rest was simple; we had created a quite tom-boyish looking, but otherwise believable girl. Ewan twirled in front of the mirror; `how do I look?' `Good, except you have no shoes,' I answered honestly, `if it's ok, I'd like to take a few shots just of you before we start.' `I assumed that she'd be the sort of girl who doesn't wear shoes at home, like me, and yes let's do it.' `Fair enough,' I agreed. I threw on my costume, Alistairs cast offs fitted me well enough, they wouldn't be on for long after all. I took a few shots just of Ewan posing, the classic back view; mini skirt pulled up a little to show his bum, a few bent over my knees, as if about to be spanked, and the final one where I knelt in front of him and started to pull his pants down. In all of these we were careful to conceal his gender, we were just playing around, and Ewan was getting used to the feel of being a girl. There were two main establishing shots for our storyline, the first being Ewan running upstairs and hiding in the wardrobe, and the other being me closing the front door, and heading up the same stairs. I got a nice shot up his skirt as he ran up the stairs away from me, and Ewan took some of me coming in, kicking off my oversized school shoes, and heading up to the bedroom. We had set up the tripod so that it covered the end of the bed and the wardrobe, Ewan had the cable release, and then just had to gradually intrude into the shots as I got down to business. I came into the room, threw my school bag onto the bed, and impatiently shrugged off my blazer. I sat down on the end of the bed, facing the camera, and opened up the bag, pulling out some girlie mags. I began leafing through them, no need to feign interest; these were fresh images to me. I stretched out on the bed, hopefully showing signs of my growing erection, although school trousers conceal many things. As I continued to examine the mags, I allowed my free hand to drift down to my crotch, and idly stroked my cock through my trousers. I was vaguely conscious of Ewan peering out from his hiding place, and moved things on a bit; undoing my waist button and pulling the zip down I pulled my shirt free, and briskly pulled it over my head, allowing my trousers to gape a little, and show the top of my y-fronts. I settled back again and slipped my hand into my trousers, much more obviously playing with my cock now, although still not showing much to the camera. `Ok, hold it,' came a voice from the cupboard, `we've run out of film.' `Can you change it? Or shall I do it?' I asked. `No, it's easy,' he answered, `you stay put.' True to his word, he rewound the exposed film and quickly and easily put in a new one, snapping a couple of close up shots of my hand in my pants before putting the camera back on the tripod. I took this as a cue to lose the trousers, and rolled over onto my back, arching my bum clear of the bed and pushing the garment free. I turned back onto my side, and kicked them off completely, catching a glimpse of Ewan leaning out of the door in fascination. I wondered when he was going to make his move, but realised that I probably had to go a bit further before he did. I decided that now was the time to demonstrate the erotic possibilities of baggy old school y-fronts, and, whilst continuing to concentrate my gaze on the girlie mags, I began to stroke my now fully erect cock through the soft material. I changed my position, sitting up, leaning against the wall, so that my cock tented the loose fabric, and my balls could be glimpsed through the leg-holes. I then pretended that the mags had slipped onto the floor, and dived off the bed after them, giving the camera a good shot of my arse and my erection from behind. At this point, me lying over the end of the bed facing the wardrobe, legs wide apart and scrabbling on the floor for the girlie mags, Ewan decided to make his move; He shot out of the wardrobe, as if falling, and landed across me, facing the camera, he even managed to have his skirt ride up a little, showing his yellow knickers. As we were role playing, I pretended to be shocked and angry and grabbed him, throwing him onto the bed in front of me and pinning him down. After a moment or two, where I supposedly assessed the situation, I let him stand up whilst I was holding onto his upper arms, back to the camera and sat myself, legs apart on the edge of the bed, my supposedly forgotten, but still very stiff cock distending my pants. As if administering justice, I pulled Ewan across my knees, and pulling up his skirt, I began to pretend to spank him on his yellow panty clad arse. He was a fighter though, and soon wriggled free, ending up squatting on the floor between my legs, skirt pulled up and still facing me. Whilst I put on an expression of exasperation and annoyance, he put out a tentative hand, and touched my bulging cock. That was enough to change the situation, I let go of his arms, and leaned back against the wall, inviting him to help himself. Without getting up off the floor, he reached out and very slowly began to explore my erection, first stroking it through the cotton, then more boldly slipping his cool hand up the leg hole and stroking my balls. I didn't need to pretend I was enjoying this attention, and I was happy to allow Ewan to move things along at his own pace. Eventually, he climbed up onto the bed and knelt beside me. I slowly unbuttoned his top, and he shrugged it free, leaving the bra for the moment. I settled back, my eyes closed, as he slipped a hand into my pants and began to masturbate me. With his other hand, he undid the mini skirt and pulled it free, still keeping his back to the camera, and for all intents and purposes still looking like a teenage girl. Finally, he tugged gently at the waist band of my pants and I lifted up my bottom, enabling him to slowly pull them down. Somehow, he was still managing to take the pictures, as I was conscious of the flash going every now and again. He stretched himself out on the bed, resting his head on my hip, alongside my newly released cock, and looked past it straight into the camera. Still looking directly into the lens, he slowly took my cock into his mouth, and stroking my balls with one hand, he began to suck me off. I decided that I had been passive for long enough, and began to stroke his hair and the nape of his neck as he was going down on me. It was all I could reach until he obligingly shuffled round and sat on his haunches alongside me, still keeping his bottom towards the camera, although from my position I could see that he was very erect and dripping with pre-cum. I was now able to reach the whole of his back, and began to stroke his bottom, still clad in the yellow panties. I assumed it was about time for the big reveal, he was going to make me come in his mouth if we didn't move on, so I began to slide my hand between his legs, he obligingly knelt up, leaving my dripping cock and spread his legs a little, at the same time twisting towards the camera so that my discovery and his secret were revealed at the same time. As if in shock, I sat up, and pulled him over backwards onto my chest, his yellow panties were stretched to their limit with his bulging erection, and the spreading patch of moisture indicating that he was pretty turned on. Abruptly I pulled the front of his panties down, as if I didn't believe the evidence of my own eyes, allowing his lovely cock to spring free. Slowly I took hold of it and began wank him, he reached behind him and took a hold of my cock, and we wanked together. I could see that he was really close to coming, he was flushed and beginning to sweat, I wasn't far off either, and felt it was important that we came together. I moved round on the bed, so that I was lying flat, and pulled Ewan round alongside me, pulling his panties free, we laid there, side by side, each working on the others cock, until I could feel the pressure beginning to build. `I'm nearly there,' I said, speaking for the first time in ages. `So am I,' he grunted. `Let's finish it then,' I said, and we both speeded up our action, it really wasn't long before I felt myself slipping over the edge and my cock erupted with more gouts of my creamy white spunk, at the same moment, Ewan came too, his come squirting free and combining in a sticky pool on my heaving stomach. `There's just one more shot,' Ewan said, and sat up beside me, our two cocks clashing; still erect, red and hard. He stirred the pool of come, and scooping up a dripping handful he poured it carefully into my open mouth. In turn, I offered him a share, and as he sucked greedily on my fingers, our mingled spunk running messily over his chin, he smiled angelically into the camera. I hugged his sweaty body to me, fiddling with the ridiculous training bra as I kissed him full on the lips. We were once again messy, sweaty and badly in need of a shower, and I wondered how I might suggest this to him. We sat entwined for a few moments before either of us felt any urge to speak. Eventually, the sweat cooling on our naked bodies forced us to take some action; `Come on,' Ewan said, `time for the third shower of the day.' `Alright,' I said, and followed him into the bathroom once again. We were both a little shell shocked after our session, the creative energy that flowed between us was very intense, and at the same time exhausting. Neither of us felt a very powerful urge to do anything sexual for a bit, and once we'd showered and towelled each other dry we dressed in a companionable silence, I pulled on my blue nylon pants that had dried on the radiator, and Ewan a pair of the black ones that we had modified the day before, apart from a general approving inspection, we took matters no further, and put on the rest of our clothes. `What shall we do now?' I asked, `I don't know about you but I'm starving, and your dad gave me some money, how about we go and get a pizza?' `Great idea, I could eat a small elephant,' Ewan said. The pizza was still a bit of a novelty in the `70s, and new chains were only just starting to open up, otherwise it was a food that was confined to the many small trattoria that were the mainstay of high street food in those days. This was way before the ubiquitous curry houses and kebab shops that feed the hungry schoolboy these days. We locked up the house and cycled together across the common to buy our pizzas, once we had played the game of how much salad can you get into the meagre bowls at the salad bar (Ewan won, he had a technique for building up a wall with cucumber and coleslaw that was very innovative), we sat in our booth in the quiet restaurant and waited for our food to arrive. `How did you feel about our session?' I asked, a little nervously. `I loved it,' he said simply, `it knackered me though, I think we might have to lay off the sex for a couple of days before we do another one.' `So you'd like to do another one?' I pressed, secretly delighted. `Oh yes,' he said, eyes flashing, `I think we only just touched the surface there.' `Do you have any ideas?' `Loads, how about we..' his erotic monologue was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter with our pizzas and for the moment food took precedence over sex. Once we were outside quite a lot of pizza, I returned to the subject; `I'm not mad keen to get anybody else involved with us, before you get too carried away.' `That's good, I'm prepared to tolerate your having an occasional wank with Paul for the time being, but other than that I'm not up sharing you with anyone.' His words gave me a warm glow, for the first time I truly felt like more than just an individual. We finished our meal and made our way back to our bikes. `What shall we do now?' I asked, `it's still early, your dad won't be back for ages.' `Let's cycle down to the canal and muck about,' Ewan said. So we did, spending a relatively blameless couple of hours doing boy things and generally having fun. It was during this time that our bond of friendship developed still further, as we found more and more in common with each other. It's ever so easy to love someone, less so to like them sometimes, or so I've found. My love for Ewan never wavered, but strengthened as our mutual understanding grew. We were sat on a bench by the canal side, idly chucking twigs into the water, when I once more returned to the subject that was occupying my thoughts; `what were you thinking of for another photo series?' `Well,' he said, `I'm still thinking about it, but I think it should include interesting pants, lots of sex and a great deal of spunk.' `That'll be a novelty then,' I said drily, `you really seem to have taken to this idea don't you. After all before this morning you'd only been photographed by that bastard Mr Symonds.' `Yeah, and wouldn't he be creaming his pants if he could see what we've been up to! I had a lot of time to think about things when he was taking pictures of me, and part of it was that I really enjoyed the feeling that exploring my body in front of the camera gave me. It was only when he took the control away from me that I hated it, promise me that you'll never do that to me.' `I've already made that promise several times over,' I said, `I will never let you get into a situation where you haven't a get out.' `Thanks,' he said, and I realised that he was gently crying again. I offered him my grubby schoolboy handkerchief and he wiped away the tears. Once he was sorted out, he handed me back the soggy handkerchief and then threw his arms round me, kissing me passionately on the lips, `You are the best,' he said, `I'm so glad we finally got it together.' `Thank you,' I replied, `I promise you I'm as happy about it as you are.' The sight of two teenage boys snogging on the towpath was not the sort of thing that would have been considered acceptable back then, it would probably cause more than a raised eyebrow even today, but we were lovers and oblivious to any danger. Eventually we broke free, and I looked at my watch; `blimey, we'd better get our skates on, your dad will be home soon, and your brothers room looks like there's been a roman orgy in it, not to mention our spunky pants lying around everywhere.' `You're right, we've got some tidying up to do, come on, I'll race you back.' We jumped on our bikes and raced back to the house, we were in time, fortunately, and were able to clear up before Ewan's dad got home. Having made the arrangements for the following Wednesday, I was to take Ewan back to mine for tea, and then we'd head across the common to his house, an hour or so of his exercises, and then the rest of the night was ours. `I'll make up the bed in Alistairs room for you,' said Ewans dad. `Oh don't bother,' I replied, `I'll use the put up bed in Ewans room, it'll be like an extension of our Lake District holiday.' `If you're sure,' he said, `if he snores too loudly I suppose you can always move into the next room.' `Dad!' Ewan protested. `Only kidding,' he said, laughing at his outraged son. `Actually, Ewan said he wanted to know if he did snore, so this would be an ideal opportunity to find out,' I added helpfully. `As you wish,' he answered, `that's the spirit of scientific enquiry I like to see.' `Yeah, and if it's too gruesome I can escape across the landing.' `Well, hopefully I won't disturb you two adventurers when I come in, it'll probably be very late, and you've both got school the next day, just leave a sign that you are both in occupation and I'll see you at breakfast.' `Ok,' we chorused. Looking at my watch again, I realised that I had to get home, I still had work to prepare for school the next day, and I was expected for supper. `I'm afraid I am going to have to go,' I said regretfully, `I promised I'd be back in time to eat. I'll see you at school tomorrow,' I said to Ewan, `thanks for a really good day; I haven't had such a good time for ages.' `Yeah, me too,' he said, `I'll see you out.' `Thanks a lot,' said Ewans dad, `you know you're welcome to come here any time.' `Yes, thanks, I think Ewan has made that very clear,' I answered, making my way swiftly towards the door before I was overtaken by the giggles, `bye then.' Ewan held open the front door, shoulders silently heaving, to let me wheel my bike out, as I left, he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. `I'll see you tomorrow,' he whispered, and stood watching as I cycled away. Once again, my mind was full of thoughts, looking back I could hardly believe what a day we had had together, and I was looking forward with pleasant anticipation to the Wednesday night sleepover, although somehow I doubted that there would be very much sleep involved. To be continued...