This is a fictitious narrative. The characters and events are inventions. It includes depictions of sex between pubescent boys as well as sexual activities involving adult men with boys. If you are not permitted to read such material, or if it is likely to offend, then you should proceed no further.
FUN WITH JAMIE AND FRIENDS
PART FOUR
It was the end of a regular Friday evening training session in December and Eddie had called all the boys around him for his final pep talk. As he dismissed them, and they headed for the changing rooms, he called back Jamie, Danny and another team-mate named Tony Peel.
Jamie guessed this wasn't going to be a chat about rugby. He'd long suspected that Tony was another of Eddie's favoured boys as there had been one or two Fridays when he had been asked to stay behind after training. Jamie had never challenged Tommy about it but was fairly sure that, like Danny and himself, Tony had experienced the same jockstrap initiation.
Before Eddie explained, Danny had a pressing question.
“Hey, Eddie,” he began, “Who was that bloke watching us on the sideline tonight?”
It was rare indeed that their training sessions ever had an audience other than the occasional dog-walker drifting past. Danny wondered if it might have been a scout from Cumberley Rugby Club.
“Ah, that's precisely what I wanted a chat about,” said Eddie. “He's a friend of mine called Bernie and he's a sports photographer. He just came to watch the session.”
“Fair enough,” said Danny, a little disappointed.
“So, I've got a favour to ask you,” Eddie proceeded. “Bernie wants to take some pictures of lads in their rugby kit and I reckon you three would be great at it.” There was a good deal more to it than simply a few photographs but Eddie kept his cards close to his chest for now. “What d'you think? There's a half-crown in it for each you!”
Two shilling and sixpence went a long way in 1969 and the trio of boys were happy to give their consent. They still barraged Eddie with questions.
“When does he wanna take the photos?”
“Do we have to be in full kit?”
“How long will it take?”
“Will we get to see the pictures afterwards?”
Eddie did his best to answer them all.
“Bernie's suggested this Sunday afternoon if you can make it. I've got clean kit for each of you. It'll take about an hour and you'll get copies of the photos for your mams and dads!”
Satisfied, the boys all agreed to the proposition and headed of to the changing rooms unaware that matters were to take a more interesting course.
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On Sunday afternoon, Jamie walked to the training ground from home with Danny. Tony was already there, hovering a little nervously near Eddie's office.
“Thank God you're here!” he said. “I didn't wanna do this on me own.”
Tony was thirteen, the same age as Jamie and Danny. He had a stocky frame but it was toned rather than chubby, giving him the ideal build for the rough-and-tumble of rugby league. A talented player, he was frequently selected as captain when the boys played a match. He would likely do well when the under-16s trials came up later in the year.
Jamie knocked on Eddie's door.
“Come in, lads,” said a voice from within.
Eddie was sitting at his desk and the man they had seen the other night was settled in the armchair.
“This is Bernie,” Eddie said, “He's the photographer I told you about. This is Danny, that's Jamie and he's Tony,” he continued, introducing the boys to Bernie.
Bernie was a man in his mid-50s. He sat there in a shabby raincoat with his cap on in an attempt to hide his balding head. Jamie didn't very much like the look of him. He had nothing of the handsome appeal of Eddie.
“Hello, boys,” Bernie said. “Thanks for turning out on a Sunday.”
“It's fine, mister...” Jamie replied.
“Just call me Bernie,” said the man.
“We weren't doing owt,” Danny said, “So it's no problem.”
“Well then, let's make a start,” said Bernie. “I wanna do some outdoor shots before it gets too dark.”
Eddie spoke. “You'll find all yer kit ready in the changing rooms, lads, so nip out and get changed.”
The boys left the office and went around to the changing rooms at the front of the building. Inside they found three piles of freshly laundered kit on one of the benches. Hanging on hooks above were their rugby boots which had been cleaned and almost looked new. The boys had never seen their kit looking so smart. Eddie had obviously taken it to the lauderette and spent ages scrubbing their boots.
In the office meanwhile, Eddie and Bernie were in conversation.
“Are you sure they're gonna play along, then?” Bernie asked.
“Yeah, I reckon so,” Eddie replied. He wasn't going to let on that he had sucked and wanked each of the boys on several occasions but needed to reassure Bernie. “Let's just say these lads are not the sort who chicken out of something like this. Besides, you can offer them more money if necessary.”
“That's fine by me,” replied Bernie, “Me mate in Amsterdam will pay a fuckin' fortune for this stuff, I promise ya!”
“And a forty-sixty split still?” asked Eddie.
“Yeah, I'm sorry to want more than half but I'm the one takin' the biggest bloody risk here!”
“That's okay,” smiled Eddie. “Forty percent of 'a fuckin' fortune' is still plenty enough!”
The boys had now returned and they all went onto the pitch together. Bernie posed the boys on their own and in a group, sometimes as portraits and sometimes as set up action shots passing or kicking the ball. Deciding he had enough pictures he suggested they went to the changing rooms to do a few interior shots.
“It's getting a bit dark,” said Bernie. “Let's do the rest in the changing room.”
The picture-taking was innocent enough to begin but with each new group of poses Bernie asked for something a little more risqué.
“How about you sit on the bench with a leg up like your untying yer laces?” was his first suggestion. An ideal pose to focus on their althletic thighs disappearing into their shorts.
“Now take yer shirts off, like you might swap 'em after a match!” was his next idea.
“How about bare feet and no shirts?” he proposed.
Each time, the trio of boys happily went along with it as the camera kept clicking and the bulb kept flashing. They stopped short at his next suggestion however.
“What if one of you took yer shorts off?”
“Fuck that!” said Danny, “I ain't doing nude pictures!”
“Nor me,” Tony added.
Jamie had less compunction. “I might,” he said, “But it'll cost yer more than 'alf a crown!”
“How about five bob?” Eddie offered, effectively doubling what they had originally agreed.”
“A quid each!” Jamie insisted, driving a hard bargain.
“Yeah, I'll do it for a quid,” said Tony.
“Me too!” agreed Danny. After all, one pound was more than a month's pocket money in one go!
Eddie and Bernie agreed and in no time the boys were posing naked all around the changing rooms.
Bernie muttered an aside to Eddie, “Nice! Cute little dicks with just the right amount of pubes. The punters will lap it up!”
The boys' cocks were still soft as this point although all three were on the verge of expanding. Tony's was similar to Jamie's, a plumpish three-incher, although his pubes were more apparent, making a tight curly bush at the base of his cock. He even had a few long straggles curling from his ball bag.
“Do ya fancy doing some pics in the showers, lads?”
The boys agreed so Eddie set the taps on two of the showers running until the water was warm enough for the boys to dive under. There was soap and shampoo there. To start with, the boys simply washed themselves but things soon became more playful as they splashed one another and soaped one another's young bodies. The excitement meant their cocks were now erect but they didn't take any notice of it. Bernie clicked his camera as quickly as he could – even having to change the roll at one point – while the dripping boys cavorted, giggled and splashed.
Content he had enough, and seeing the pound signs before his eyes, Bernie said they could stop. The boys came out of the shower and Eddie passed each of them a towel.
“How about a wank, lads?” Eddie asked. “It'll make Bernie's day!”
Jamie was keen enough. Besides, his cock was still very stiff and a wank would be the perfect way to restore it to its more normal state.
“Yeah, I will,” Jamie agreed, “What about you two?”
“Okay,”
Danny declared.
“Why not!” added Tony, coming round to the idea.
Bernie shuffled on the bench, trying to hide his own hardness. He grabbed his camera.
“Ready when you are, lads!” he drawled, licking his lips.
It was a straightforward wank and the boys were ready for it. They stood side by side and gripped themselves in the style that each preferred when masturbating. Jamie and Danny had more of a 'fingers' approach whereas Tony went for the more traditional 'fist' wank.
Bernie got some great shots including when he zoomed in on the youngsters' groins.
“Tell me when yer ready!” he muttered.
Tony was first. He was more of a dribbler than a spurter but there was plenty of it. It dripped in a long string that finally detached from the head and spattered on the tiled floor.
Danny followed. A glob of clear fluid appeared at the tip and he coaxed it all out with his fingers, holding it up for Bernie's camera to capture for posterity.
Jamie was last. A delicious squirt of hot boy-cum that Bernie hoped would one day be regarded as a quintessential boy's 'money shot'. It arced in a thin strand before splashing on the opposite bench a good distance away.
“Yeah, nice!” growled Bernie, his voice dark and guttural.
Eddie said, “I think you're gonna need another shower, lads!” which made the boys laugh.
They headed back to the showers and washed the spunk from their softening dicks while Eddie chatted with Bernie.
“Very nice, Eddie, very nice indeed!” grinned Bernie.
“I thought so, too,” Eddie agreed. “My cock's like Blackpool Tower!”
“He, he! It'll be a couple of weeks to pay day. I've got to get the film off to me mate in Holland and then he's gotta sell the pictures on to the guy who produces the boy porn mags. They'll love the pics, I'm sure!”
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As Tony lived in the same direction as Jamie and Danny they decided to walk back together. Their talk was all about what had just happened.
“Fuckin' easy way to make a quid!” Danny joked, brandishing the pound note as if it were a fortune.
“Yeah, do you reckon that Bernie guy will ask us again?” Tony asked.
“He were a right old perv, weren't he?!” said Jamie.
“Yeah, did you see he kept scratching his balls!” said Danny.
Jamie turned to Tony, “You made loads of jizz, didn't ya?”
“Yeah, I hadn't had a wank since Thursday so I guess I got plenty stored in me balls!”
“Since Thursday?” Danny interjected, “Fuck! I need a daily wank, me!”
Jamie wondered if Tony might be up for a session with just the three of them. Tony was more than happy at the suggestion.
“Yeah, sounds fun,” he agreed.
“Trouble is, where can we meet? There's no way we can use my house?” said Jamie.
“Nor mine,” Danny added.
“Why not back at the changing rooms?” Tony said.
“They're kept well and truly locked, so I don't see how?” said Jamie. He was correct. The door to the changing rooms had a large padlock to secure it.
“Listen, lads,” said Tony, announcing his plan in hushed tones. “I know where Eddie keeps the key to the padlock. We force the window in his office open – don't worry, it's easy, I've done it before – get the key and bingo!”
“Neat plan!” said Jamie.
“Fuckin' great plan!” added Danny, with a chuckle.
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