Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 10:37:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Scott Wilson Subject: Discrete Transactions Part Three GM/YF Although the following is based on true events, all characters and locations are purely fictional. If you are under 18 or this type of writing is illegal in your local, please stop reading now. ***************************************************************************** In the third installment of this series our main character makes a few discoveries that will change his entire outlook. ***************************************************************************** Discrete Transactions, Part Three After Mike left I once again found myself racked with guilt over what I had done with him. Rubbing our dicks together in his room had been one thing, and now I had topped that by touching his most private places. For money! What the hell was I doing? What bothered me the most about it was that I enjoyed what I was doing, I mean yeah that centerfold hadn't lowered my excitement, but touching Mike like that was somehow even more arousing...but as the devil's advocate would say, I made more money in a few minutes than I would have in two hours cutting grass. I did a service in exchange for what was equal to two week's worth of lunch money at school so it wasn't as if I was just doing it for fun. In my ten-year-old mind the pay justified the action, but it still didn't feel quite right. The combination of guilty feelings, boredome, and the overwhelming need to do something physical left me grasping at straws for ideas. As the noon hour approached, I looked around for anything to do, but came up empty. I took my shirt off and stretched out under the cool sheets of my bed, and while I relaxed I tried to come up with anything that would take my mind off of what I had done earlier that morning. All of a sudden it hit me. I looked around the basement apartment and realized that very little had been changed since my Uncle Jimmy had moved out almost ten years before I had inherited the space. I liked how the other room had been set up, but the bedroom area just wasn't right for me. I couldn't move the dry bar because it was built in, but I could move the bed. As you walked under the archway into the room, the dry bar was on your right, behind it a small walk in closet took up the right wall. On the left side of the room was a full side bed made up of two twin matresses place together-why that was done was an unsolved mystery to me. The bed was rather large, a shop project that Uncle Jimmy had made in high school, and the headboard also served as a bookcase. On the base were two drawers that served as storage for my summer clothes. I never liked how the bed had been positioned, it seemed to take up more floor space in it's current location than I would have liked, so I came up with the bright idea of moving it so that it would be up against the far left wall, so when I walked into the room it would seem bigger. I figured that I could at least move it and see how it would look, and if it didn't work out, well it wasn't like I was going to be doing anything else anyway. What I wasn't prepared for were secrets that bed held. I first tried to move the bed by pulling from the headboard area and trying to slide it out but I could barely budge it from the weight of the solid oak construction. Great, I thought to myself as I realized I'd have to take it apart to make the move happen. This wasn't going to be so easy afterall. I took off the sheets and blankets and threw them to the floor and the pulled off each matress. The bed had been designed so the gap between the matresses ran perpendicular to you when you were sleeping on it, apparently to keep the gap from bothering Uncle Jimmy while he slept. There were a series of boards the matresses were placed on, and I found that I could pull them out. When I took the first board out I noticed that there was a gap of about a foot from the end of the drawer to the far side of the bed, which to me seemed weird. As I pulled the last board out it dawned on me that the space was a secret hiding place, and I almost shit my pants when I saw what was still there. In far side of the bedframe closest to the headboard were two stacks of magazines, one cover had a bare breasted young woman with a big smile, the other had a naked man and woman laying on a bed facing each other. Next to the magazines was an old handtowel, a shoebox, and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey that looked about a quarter full. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I had discovered a goldmine in my room! I grabbed the magazines and the box and sat on the floor and looked through them page by page. The magazines were mostly in black and white and the covers had dates from the mid to late 60's, but the contents were shocking to me. Pictures of women with thier legs spread apart on a bed...women touching thier flower pots (a term I had heard at school that was safer to say than the vulgar term cunt)...close up crotch shots. I instantly became hard and my heart beat faster and faster, with every new picture the urge to pull down my shorts and practice my new skill intensified. I was about to do just that when I came to the last magazine in the pile...as soon as I saw the cover of this one I instantly felt funny. It was called "Afterschool Buddies" and had two boys who looked like they were just a few years older than me, standing beside a football field in gym clothes with big smiles on thier faces. This mag was about twice as thick as the others, and printed on a heavy glossy paper. I turned the pages slowly on this one because I had a feeling of what I would soon be seeing. There were captions under each picture, and the boy's names were Bobby and Jimmy. The first photos had them standing in the kitchen drinking sodas, but then the were in thier bedroom getting undressed. When I came to the picture of them completely naked facing each other my dick became even stiffer, and I reached down to touch it. My heart was now beating like I had just run laps in gym class and I couldn't take my eyes off of that picture. Both boys had a good patch of hair above thier dicks, which seemed to be twice the size of mine. The pictures became more and more graphic as I turned the pages, and the one that made me almost scream had the one boy on his knees in front of the other, in one shot he was licking the dick, in the next it was all the way in his mouth. Further shots showed how he was pushing it in and out of his mouth, and then suddenly it was squirting a whitish fluid all over his face. Below that was written "Jimmy gets his afterschool snack!". I was halfway through the magazine, and now it was the other boy's turn. The next series of photos started with one that had the caption "Now it's Jimmy's turn!" under it and it had Bobby bent over with his hands on a dresser,exposing his butthole which looked round and about the size of a half dollar coin. The shoot began with Jimmy sticking his fingers in a jar of vasaline and then went on to show him smearing it on his hard dick and also around Bobby's hole. A succession of photos showed how he was sticking it in deeper and deeper, and a side shot had Jimmy all the way in and Bobby's face to the camera with what looked like a combination expression of pain and pleasure. A few more shots had Jimmy penetrating him at various depths, and then finally there were a few that had the same whitish fluid all over Bobby's back. The last photo was a full body shot with the teens standing facing the camera, and "RELIEF!" printed below it. Both of thier dicks were now soft and much smaller, and Jimmy's was shiny with vasaline. By now I was so far aroused that I couldn't wait any longer to rub myself. I surned to magazine with the boys back to the page with the open butthole and propped it open using the other magazines as paperweights. I stood on my knees and pulled my shorts and underwear down with my thumbs and started dry stroking myself, and within a few minutes I had a sensation that almost made me lose my balance...and immediately left me feeling sick with guilt. I had just relieved myself by looking at naked pictures of guys having sex, and even though I had tons of naked women to look at I chose the guys. I just wanted to forget that had even happened but I couldn't...the thoughts of what this meant was the scariest thing I had ever felt. I went into the bathroom and let out a stream of pee that seemed to go on forever, and then I went back to my bedroom and stared at the mess I had made. I proceeded to move the now much lighter bedframe into the new position against the wall, leaving a gap so I could put the secret items back into place. As I slipped the matresses back on I remembered that I hadn't looked into the shoebox and I felt an overwhelming urge to do it. After what I had discovered so far, its contents probably wouldn't be so innocent. I opened the lid and inside were several small manilla envelopes that were thick with something, a skinny object rolled in a handtowel, and a jar of vasaline. With a combination a excitement and dread I unrolled the towel to find a yellowed hard plastic dick, about seven inches long and maybe a inch thick. I ran my fingers over its greasy surface and then dropped it like a hot coal, realizing that this had probably been up someone's butt. I ran into the bathroom and scrubbed my hands, and then went back to my bed. I picked up the fake dick with the handtowel and threw it back into the shoebox, and then opened the first envelope. Inside was a two inch thick block of glossy 3X5 black and white photos of a boy I instantly recognized as my Uncle Jimmy. He looked just like me, with similar rusty hair in a buzzcut and freckles all over. The pictures were snapshots taken when he was close to my age, probably during the summer as he was just wearing a pair of swimtrunks, and as I flipped through the stack I realized that they had been taken in this same basement, back when it was just used as storage. He was in funny poses, in one he had his arms behind his back sticking his tongue out, in another he was picking his nose. I couldn't help but laugh! Then another boy I didn't recognize was in the pictures, and these were shot at angles like they had been done by someone who had never used a camera before. The other boy was clad only in swimtrunks and somewhat chubbier than Uncle Jimmy, with nipples that puckered out. He had very light hair that was buzzed so short he almost looked bald, and as I leafed through the pictures he made poses that looked like he was modeling clothes. I busted out laughing when I came across one that was a full body shot of him flexing his flabby biceps and showing off his even flabbier belly! By now I was a quarter way through the pictures and the setting had changed, now they were in an upstairs bedroom as evidenced by the slanting ceiling and dormer windows, and on the walls were Beatles posters everywhere. The first shot had my Uncle Jimmy sitting on the bed with the other boy, and they were wearing the same swimtrunks as in the other pictures so I figured that these had been taken the same day as the others. I also saw that the other boy was holding a cable in his hand, which I later would find out was a remote shutter release. The next picture shocked me so much I almost dropped the entire stack on the floor! In this one,taken at the same distance as the first, they were standing up with thier swimtrunks pulled halfway down thier knees displaying thier short limp dicks and relaxed sacks. Neither one had any hair above thier stuff like the boys in the magazine had. In the next one they were standing facing each other, and I had a clear view of thier now stiff dicks. Uncle Jimmy's looked quite a bit like mine, angled parallel to his abdomen with the head exposed and the shaft skin ending right at the back of the glans. The other boy's was different, his pointed horizontally and the skin had two distinctive colors about two-thirds down the shaft. I didn't know it at the time but he had been given a very tight circumcision. The poses continued with both of them mooning the camera, and then went on to a few that had them touching each other's dicks. Then the chubby boy was laying on his back smiling, his stiff dick sticking straight up. It went on to show Uncle Jimmy putting it in his mouth for five consecutive photos, and then the next one was taken at a closer distance with the fat boy on his knees and Uncle Jimmy's penis entirely in his mouth. A few more shots of the oral were followed by the last pictures,which had close up shots of the boys crotches with thier now soft dicks that glistened from saliva, and the final two had a skinny butt with cheeks spread apart and a tightly closed hole, and a flabby one with its hole opened to about the size of a quarter. After seeing the magazine with the teen boys it suddenly became obvious to me that something had been inside him, most likely Uncle Jimmy's dick. After looking at those pictures I felt an even deeper sense of shame than before, and the stiffness in my shorts made it even worse. I had just seen my beloved uncle naked AND having sex with another boy, and to add misery to my shame, it TURNED ME ON! Oh gawd, I thought to myself, what does this mean? I put the forbidden pictures back into the envelope and placed them back into the shoebox with the other unopened manillas-I wasn't in a hurry to open the others- and returned the box to it hiding place along with the whiskey bottle. I didn't know what to do next so I pulled backed the covers on my bed, turned off the light, and took a nap. Anything was better than having to think about that day's events, and sleep would take care of that problem! Or so I thought.