Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 12:05:57 -0800 (PST) From: Bill Tandy Subject: The Camera- Chapter 1 This story is mostly about an adult man and a teen boy finding their true self with the help of a special camera. There will be sex, both loving and rough. Spoiler alert-none of the good guys will die just some bad guys. Hope you enjoy the story. Chapter 1 My neighbor was having a yard sale. So I thought I'd pop over there and see what he had for sale. I didn't really need anything, I was just curious as to what he had. Nothing really caught my eye till I saw this small trunk. For some reason I felt it pulling me to it. I tried the lock and it was locked. "That was my uncles. I got it when he died." Jack, my neighbor said as he walked up to me. "Hi Jack. What's in it?" I asked. "I don't know. The trunk was locked when I got it and I have never bothered to get it open." He answered. "How much do you want for it?" I asked. Why I asked that I have no idea. "Jesus, I don't know." He said. "The trunk looks like it's in good shape, so how about ten bucks?" He said. "That sounds okay; I'll be right back with the money." I said. I kept wondering why I wanted this small old locked trunk. I came back with the money and carried the trunk home. It defiantly had something in it because I could feel the stuff roll around it. I put it down in my living room and started to look around the thing for a way to get into it. I lifted it up and looked underneath the thing, nothing there. I felt around the leather straps, still nothing. Just as I was about to give up and try to pry the trunk open I heard a tinkle hit the floor. When I looked on the floor there was a shiny gold key. "Well shit," I said, "where has that been all this time?" I picked up the key and unlocked the trunk latch and with a swoosh of air the lid opened up. The first thing I noticed was that there were only three things in the trunk. A camera, a wire cable and an old floppy disk. Mmmm, I thought, this stuff must be as old as me. I'm only 25, but it actually looked older than that. I picked up the camera and looked at it. It looked to be an older style digital camera. I tried the power button and amazingly it turned on. Cool, I thought, it's amazing the batteries were still good. I looked at the cable and saw that it was the old style of computer cable. Then I looked at the floppy disc. I haven't seen one of these for a few years. I wondered if it was still good. Then I thought how I am going to use the disc since all the computers made now don't use that form of programing. I had to go find an old floppy drive. After making some calls I finally found a used computer store that still had one available. I got home and hooked up the floppy drive to my computer. The program came up and after a few prompts the program loaded up. I started the camera program. It wasn't much of a colorful program but I guess at the time it was top of the line. Now I wanted to try out the camera. I picked it up and took a picture of my face. Since it was an older camera it didn't have a viewer. So all I could do was hook it up the computer and see what it looked like. My face came up and it looked ok for the age of the camera. As I was looking at it all of a sudden the picture changed and I saw myself sitting in front of the computer. I moved a little and so did my picture. Ok, this is weird, I thought. I moved again and so did my picture. The picture was a little delayed but it was definitely following my every move. Weird. I heard a skate board coming down the street. So I grabbed the camera and took a picture of the neighbor kid skating by my window. I plugged the camera back into the computer and downloaded the new picture. It showed a somewhat fuzzy picture of the kid going by, mostly his back. Well, so much for a quality camera pic...wait, something was happening. The picture changed to this kid going into his bedroom. He whipped off his tee shirt and threw it down on the floor. He flopped down on his bed and rubbed himself a little. Then he rolled over to his night stand and I could see him pull out a baggy and a pipe. So the kid was a stoner. He lit up his pipe and I watched him take a hit, blow it out and then take another hit. He put the pipe down and turned on his TV. I guess a description of this kid might be good to do now. He was a teenager, maybe 16 or so. He was a tall blond and thin kid. He was really cute but not in a girly way, just your average skater dude. From what I could see, he had a nice smooth chest and a showing of some nice abs. As I watched him he started rubbing his chest and then down to his abs then he moved down to his shorts. Suddenly he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down. Ok, I have to pause a little here. Deep breath. The kid was a real beauty; he has a nice 7" cock that was already hard. He kicked his shorts onto the floor. Then started to beat his meat. It was fun to watch to say the least. It didn't take him long before he was shooting out his cum. I could see it flying out and hitting his chest. After about five strong shots his cum started to just dribble out. This was so hot I didn't even notice that I was jerking off to, just a couple more strokes and I came too. He reached under his bed and grabbed a towel and wiped himself off. So, this is really weird to say the least. I was afraid to even think it, mostly because this is impossible, but it looked like I had a magic camera. I heard another skateboard coming down the street. It was probably his brother. I grabbed the camera and just managed to get a picture of him. I quickly downloaded that to my computer. It took a second for the picture to come up. When it did it showed the kids fuzzy front. Then just like the other two pictures it changed to showing the kid going into his house. I watched him go in then up the stairs and knock on his brother's door. Since I still had his brothers picture still up I looked at that one. He got up from his bed, grabbed a bath towel off his desk chair, wrapped it around his waist and opened the door. When he opened the door I saw that I could see both boys on both pictures. The younger boy pointed at his brother's bed, and then he pointed behind his back. Then the older one waved him in and shut the door again. They both went back over to the bed and sat down. The older brother reached back into the night stand and brought the pipe back out. They both took a couple of hits and then the older brother put it back away. He pointed his finger at his brother, said something, then the younger one said something. They both got up and went to the door. The picture followed them both to the hallway. The older brother went one way and the other brother went the other way. I watched the older boy's picture as he went to the bathroom, the other boy went to his own bedroom. I wasn't too sure who I should watch, so I decided on the older one in the bathroom first. He put his towel on a rack and bent over to turn on the shower. The picture showed his ass real nice. After a minute he stepped in and closed the curtain. The camera even followed him into the shower. I looked over at the other picture and watched the younger brother in his room. He shut his door and immediately pulled his shirt off and also his pants. He was definitely a looker too. Blond hair and a smooth body just like his brother. Since he was younger he hardly had any pubes, which is a major turn on for me. He was a little shorter than his brother but just as thin and buff for a kid his age. Oh, and a really nice already hard looking cock too. A minute later he was spewing his load onto his chest. Nice load too. Then a really big surprise, he also scooped his cum from his chest and let it drop into his mouth. This was almost too much to handle. Two brothers who apparently liked to eat their own cum. Are they gay or just checking things out? Maybe I could figure out a way to get to know these boys. Looks like it could be fun. This camera is interesting. I think I need to take some more pictures. I thought I would head out to the park that was just up the street from me. The park had a pool and a skate park in it. Since it was summertime they were both very much in use. So off I went. As I walked up to the park I started to worry that someone would see some stranger taking pictures of their kid. I started at the pool first. I quickly took a couple of shots. I wasn't really looking at what I was taking. I then went over to the skate park. It was pretty busy since it was a nice day today. The temp was in the 80's so most of the kids at the skate park were either in shorts and a shirt or just in shorts. Those are the ones I wanted to take a picture of. I was sitting a little ways from the area taking a picture every now and then. I was so much into this that I didn't even notice a boy come over and watch me. "Hey mister, what-cha-doing?" he asked. "Shit kid, you scared the shit out of me." I said. "So, what are you doing?" He asked again. My reaction obviously didn't have any effect on him. "I'm taking some pictures of what's going on." I said. I looked over at the kid. He looked about 10 years old and about 4' or so. He was thin with blond medium long hair. He was only wearing a small pair of shorts. "Can I see them?" he asked. "Huh?" I said. I was still looking at the skateboarders. "Can I see your pictures?" He asked again. "No, I have to put them on my computer before you can see them. The camera is a little old and doesn't have a view finder." I told him. "Oh," he said, "can I see them on your computer?" I looked at the kid a little closer. I had a brief thought of taking him home and showing him the pictures and maybe more. But then the secret would be out and I didn't think I was ready for that yet. I wanted to see the pictures for myself first. "No," I finally answered him, "not just yet." I saw his face fall slightly. "I want to see how these pictures come out first." I said. This seemed to make him feel better. "But I will make sure I show them to you." "That would be cool." He said. "Can you take my picture?" He asked. "Sure, I'd love to." I said. I raised the camera up and snapped his picture. The camera then beeped. "Well, looks like the camera is full." I said. I got up from my seat and started to turn to go. "By the way," I said, "what's your name?" "Alex, what's your name?" He asked looking up at me. "My name is John." I said, "It's nice to meet you Alex." I stuck my hand out to shake his. Alex giggled, "I have to go now." He said as he shook my hand. I heard someone calling his name. A girl that looked like him only older walked over to him. "There you are," she said as she walked up to us, "I was looking all over for you." "I was only talking to John." He said to her. They both looked back at me. "I hope Alex wasn't bothering you." She asked me. "No, he seems to be a nice kid, he was only asking about my camera." I said. "Ok, that's good. He can be a pest sometimes." She said. She stared at me for a second, and then she looked back at Alex. "Come on Alex, we have to go now." She said. "Aw, but I wanna to stay." He whined. "Shut up and let's go. I'm going to be late for work." She said as she grabbed his arm and started walking away. "Nice to meet you John!" Alex yelled back waving at me as his sister dragged him away. I watched them go and then I started walking back home with my special camera in hand. I could hardly get the key in my front door fast enough to get inside and see these pictures. I ran up the stairs to my office and sat down at my computer. I plugged the camera into the computer and waited for it to load up. The first picture that came up was at the pool. It showed a wide picture of the pool and several of the people inside. I was waiting for the picture to start moving but nothing happened. Then it did start to move. The picture didn't follow anyone though it just moved around the pool. I came to the thought that maybe the picture should just have one person in it for it to follow them around. So I used the crop feature to single out a single person. I just picked one kid out and cropped him. Then the magic started. I watched the kid as he swam around the pool. Even though the picture was fuzzy when I first looked at it, it was now a very clear picture. I could see the kid play and also see the kids around him play in the water. I followed the picture as he left the pool and went to the locker room. I watched him take a piss then went to the shower room and take a shower. He then went to the dressing area and got dressed. As I watched him taking off his swim suit and drying off, I took notice on how cute this boy was. He looked to be around 12 or 13, average height, thin and very cute. I know I just said he was cute but I wanted to make sure I got that clear. Then when I watched him pull up his shorts the final thing I noticed was that he had a really nice tan, but no tan line. That to me meant he had somewhere he went that he could go nude. The kid bundled up his suit and towel and ran out the door. I switched over to the pictures I took at the skate park. The first one showed a kid making a flip turn in the bowl part. I watched it for a second before it started to move too. The picture went to him finishing his turn and going back down the slope. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of cut offs. He looked to be around 16 or so. A nice looking boy, thin, nice features I guess you could say. I watched him perform a couple of more moves around the park then he sat down on a bench to take a break. As he sat there a couple of other boys came up to him and started to talk to him. I couldn't hear what they were saying (I wish this thing had sound). The boys were saying something and pointing off in the distance. The boy that was sitting got up and started walking off the direction that the other boys were pointing to. The other boys followed him for a bit. I could see that they were still talking to the first boy. The first kid turned around to say something when one of the other kids suddenly punched him in the mouth and knocking him down to the ground. Damn, I wish I could hear them. Just for the fun of it I checked to see if the sound on the computer was up. It wasn't on. So I turned the sound on and instantly I could hear them. "Just stay away and you won't get hurt." I heard the kid that punched the other kid say. The two boys turned around and walked off leaving the first kid sitting on the ground as he rubbed his jaw. I moved the timeline back to the beginning of this one sided fight. I wanted to hear what was being said. I was surprised to what I heard. "Who said you can come here?" One of the boys said. The kid sitting down just looked up at them. "Yeah," The other boy said, "this is a no fag's park. That means you aren't allowed...fag." That was when the sitting boy got up and started to walk off. The other two boys followed him, still taunting him. I heard the first boy say to leave him alone and that is when he was turned around and was punched. This really pissed me off. I moved the timeline down and saw the first kid go into his house. I wrote down the address. I decided I would have to meet this kid and see that he is ok. I had no idea if he was gay or not. I really didn't care. I watched him a little more while he was inside his house. He went up to his room and shut the door. I watched him throw down his board, pull off his shirt and fling himself on his bed. I could hear him crying. I hate to see or hear a kid cry. He kept saying over and over, "Why me, why me. I don't want to be gay. Why, why, why." He kept sobbing over and over. "I can't take this anymore." He said. "Nobody will miss me." He said quietly. Oh shit. I thought. He's thinking of killing himself. I could tell because I went through the same thing. I can't let that happen. I didn't even realize it but I was already flying out the door and running down the street. I knew where his house was and it only took a minute to get there. I hoped I was in time. I tried the door. It was unlocked so I went right in. I ran up the stairs to the kids room and flew open the door. He was just about to slip his head into a noose from a rope that he had strung over a celling beam. "Don't do it!" I screamed. It startled him and he looked down off the chair he was on. I just grabbed him, picked him up and threw him onto the bed. He started yelling at me. "Who are you?" Then, "Get out so I can end this!" The kid struggled to get up. I was sitting on top of him as he tried to get up. "I'm not going to let you kill yourself." I said. The kid was fighting me to get up but I kept holding him down till he just stopped trying to get up. I got off him and he instantly curled up into a ball and cried even harder. I just stood near the bed not quite knowing what to do just at that moment. After about five minutes he stopped crying and yelled, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He wiped his eyes with his hand as he turned around to me. "I'm John. I live around the block." I told him. "I saw you having a problem in the park and I could see that you were going to do something dumb." I said. "I'm not going to let you harm yourself." I added. "But I don't want to live, I want to die, nobody loves me, everyone hates me or makes fun of me. I JUST WANT TO DIE!" He shouted. "What's going on?" I heard someone say from the doorway. We looked over and saw an older guy standing there. "Who are you?" He said pointing his finger at me. "I'm John. I'm trying to help him." I said pointing to the kid. "What does he need help with...oh my god?" The guy at the door said. He just saw the rope hanging from the ceiling. "I just want to die." The kid on the bed cried and curled up into a ball again. "Why?" Asked the guy at the door. He came over to the bed. "What would I do without you?" He asked. "I can't take it anymore." The kid on the bed yelled. He curled up on the bed. "What's going on?" The brother asked. He looked from me to his younger brother. "Everyone teases me. My books get thrown around. I have no friends." The younger brother yelled. "Why are you getting teased?" The older boy asked, although he thought he already knew the answer. "I'm gay." He muttered. Then he seemed to curl up even more. "Please...let me die." He barely whispered out. "No." His older brother said, "I still love you, even though you are gay." He continued as he sat down on the bed. "Didn't you hear me?" Peter asked as he turned around. "I said I'm GAY!" He yelled. "Yes I heard you." His brother said quietly. "And it's ok." He said. "I'm fine with you, or anyone else for that matter, being gay." "Oh Jacob." Peter sobbed as he hugged his brother. "I'm sorry." He kept saying over and over. While Jacob just kept hugging Peter and saying everything was going to be alright. Then almost together, they both looked over at me. Almost like they just remembered that I was there. Peter spoke first. "Who are you?" He asked. "I, um...I'm John, I just saw you in the park and I thought you might need some help." I said. "Oh shit!" Peter said. "Did you hear everything?" He stammered. Before I could answer he tried to answer for me. "Fuck. You're gonna tell. Now everyone will know." The kid was about to cry again. "No. I won't tell a soul what has happened up here today." I said. "Look," I continued, "I'm gay too, and I know what being gay and out means. So until you say otherwise, my lips are sealed." We stared at each other for a moment. "You have a good brother Peter." I said. "I should leave now. I think you and your brother have some things to talk about." "John?" Peter said as he got up from the bed and walked to me, "Thank you." He said hugging me. "You're welcome." I said hugging him back. "Here's my number if you want to call and talk." I said as I wrote it down on a piece of paper from the desk. I walked out of the house with the hope that Peter will find happiness again. I could tell his brother loved him and that he would be by his side.