Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 07:41:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Jones Subject: "Say Cheese!" The following is a work of fiction. All the usual disclaimers apply! Say Cheese! By Pete Jones I was always told I was a handsome kid. Even from a very young age, people admired the bright blue eyes and shiny blonde hair, both of which I inherited from my father. I guess for that reason, I was always a bit of a ham, doing my best to be noticed, fishing for compliments on the way that I look. When I started going through puberty, and my body started to change into that of a young man, I developed quite nicely. I didn't work out or anything, but always was on the baseball and soccer teams. They help me develop the muscles on my legs well, as well as keeping my stomach tight. By sixth grade, I had already had sex. I had been seduced at the age of twelve by the older sister of a friend of mine, and she had her way with me. I even fooled around with a couple of my guy buddies. I never considered myself gay, I always thought of doing it with guys as a form of "advanced masturbation". I don't think any of the other guys were gay either, just horny and depending on their friends for relief. One of my buddies was a kid named Kyle. He lived next door, and was a little less than a year older than me, and always seemed to know more sexual stuff than I ever did. We never got any further than jerking each other off, but we sure did have fun. He was always telling me how nice my body was, how he wished he could have a nice six-pack like me, et cetera. I just wished I could have a bush of pubes like him- they were thick and curly. All I had was some light blonde, soft fuzzy hairs right at the base of the top of my shaft. Because of him and all the compliments I had gotten all my life, it seemed to manifest itself into my liking to show off. I guess you could say I was a bit of an exhibitionist- going shirtless as often as possible, wearing the cargo shorts that really accented my nice bubble butt, always making sure I gave the neighbors a nice show whenever I did yard work or washed the family car. And they did look- I could see curtains being pulled back slightly, blinds being opened, and lots of local Dads and Moms stopping frequently to say hello, admiring what a good job I was doing... a bit too long. The summer after seventh grade would prove to bring my exhibitionism to a new level. It was 1985. A particularly hot summer in Schenectady. Kyle's new stepfather was a newspaper reporter, and worked from home. His office occupied the spare room which was almost exactly across from mine. To see in my bedroom window, all he had to do was look slightly to the left. I had never really bothered to keep my blinds shut because until Kyle's Mom had re-married, it was an unused room. Mr. Miller was a handsome man. Tall, chiseled features, wavy brown hair, I later found out that he was a good twelve years younger than Mrs. Miller, making him about twenty-five. I sued to see him go running every morning, and swim laps in their pool every night. He definitely was a good catch for Mrs. Miller. One evening after having a night out with my family, I went upstairs and showered. I had a private bathroom in my room, and often came out naked, especially on warm nights. This night offered a cool breeze, and when I came out of the shower I crossed my room to open the window. When I did so, I realized that Mr. Miller was working in his office, and could see right into my room! Immediately I ducked down, but still noticed that Mr. Miller had seen me open the window. I peeked up from under the window sill, only to notice Mr. Miller straining to see into my room. He quickly turned off his light so I couldn't see him. At that point his room was completely pitch dark, and I couldn't tell if he had left, or if he was sitting in the dark looking at me. Well, I thought to myself. If he wants a show, I'll give him a show. I stood up, and reached for my towel, drying myself off, I made sure to turn my body to many different angles and positions, giving him a full view of my nice round ass and low hanging balls. I'm not going to tell you I had some huge dick, I was only thirteen at the time. But I was proud of my little four-incher. It grew to about five and a half inches when it was hard, but when it was soft like it was then, I loved the way it looked. It hung nicely over my ball sack. The thought of what I was doing, however, was making it harden a little. Putting my hands behind my head, I stretched my whole body hard, giving Mr. Miller a full frontal view of my body. Once I knew he had seen it all, if he was indeed watching, I ended my show and put on my shorts and tee-shirt, and went down to watch TV with my family. About two or three days had passed, and I hadn't seen Mr. Miller at all. Until one day when I was in our front yard trimming the hedges. He pulled into his driveway in his green MG, got out, and fished a bag out of his trunk. It was a camera bag, "Minolta" stitched into the side. He put the bag on the hood of the car, took the camera out, and attached a very elaborate-looking flash attachment to it. Holding the camera up, he clicked off a few shots of the flowers in his front yard. That's when he noticed I was in my yard, looking in his direction. "Oh, hi Sammy", he said casually. Maybe he didn't see me the other night? "Hi Mr. Miller." I responded. "You ming if I get a couple of shots of you trimming the hedges? I just got this new camera and am anxious to try it out." "Okay, just don't put me on the front page, okay?" I laughed. "No problem," he said with a smile. He lifted the viewfinder up to his eye. I continued to trim the hedges, as I had been doing while he snapped photo after photo. He moved to all different angles, getting me from both sides, sometimes close, sometimes not so close. I was happy that I was shirtless, and my voyeuristic instinct made me casually strike what I thought to be very pleasing poses. The sun made the sweat on my body glisten. I was starting to get a sexual charge from what I was doing. After a few more shots, Mr. Miller replaced the lens cap and thanked me for letting him take my picture. He said that he would show them to me as soon as he developed them, and went into the house. I quickly finished trimming the hedges and went to the back yard to lay in the sun a bit. I laid down on the lawn chair, when I heard the sounds of Mr. Miller swimming in his pool. I thought, maybe this would give me the opportunity to see if he really did like looking at me. Our yards were separated by a stockade fence, and over the years the wood had warped some from the weather. In certain parts, you could see clearly through the slats. I stood up, undid my belt, and dropped my pants and shorts. Giving myself another sharp stretch, I was suddenly very excited over the idea of being naked in the back yard. It was private, but still... I don't think I had ever been completely nude outdoors before. Laying back down on the lawn chair, my cock flopped up against my stomach. It felt good under the warmth of the sun. I could hear the familiar sound the Millers' metal pool ladder made, clanging against the side of the pool as someone climbed out. I reached down, and slowly started caressing my cock. It quickly began to harden under my touch. I ran my other hand over my stomach and chest, also reaching down to touch and play with my balls as I always did when masturbating. I still was unsure if he knew what was going on over here, but I was hoping Mr. Miller was watching. I turned over onto my side, towards the fence, and in my altered state of masturbatory bliss, swore I heard a strange sound. I stopped for a second and looked around, but wasn't sure what it was. When I started to jerk off again, I heard it again. I knew that sound- what was it? I stood up, looking around, my cock at full mast, and slowly returned to the task at hand. When I heard it again, I realized what it was. It was the sound or Mr. Miller's new Minolta snapping off shots. He was taking pictures of me through the fence! I had never felt so turned on in my life! I laid down in the grass, and continued jerking my dick. I laid with my feet towards him, and separated my legs so that he could get a good shot of my balls and ass. I sat up in a kneeling position and leaned back, letting my cock point straight up into the air. I stood up and ran my hands all over my body, feeling my smooth hairless chest, using both hands to jerk my cock a times. I turned around and bent over, showing off my ass. Click click click, I could hear Mr. Miller snapping off shot after shot. I turned back around to give him the money show of me dumping a big wad of semen, when I heard the unmistakable sound of my Dad's diesel Peugeot pulling into the driveway. I quickly pulled on my shorts and ran into the house before Dad could get in. Once reaching my room, I laid down on the bed and started laughing. I couldn't believe what I was just doing! I was letting this guy take pictures of me naked, as I jerked off! And it felt so dirty, so wrong to be doing. And it turned me on so much. I jerked off thinking about it and shot a huge load all over my chest in about twenty seconds. The following day I was out watering the lawn at about the same time of day I was out yesterday. Once again, Mr. Miller's green MG pulled into his driveway. He definitely noticed me this time. I was shirtless, of course, and wearing my yellow soccer shorts. I decided not to wear underwear today for some reason. "How ya doing, Sammy?" He called to me. "Good. How are you?" I responded. "I'm well, thank you." "How did those pictures come out?" "Pictures?" He said, with a bit of a tremble in his voice. Then he remembered the shots he took of me when I was trimming the hedges. "Oh yeah, they came out very well. Would you like to come down to the darkroom and see them?" Hell yes, I did, I thought! But I have to be cool. "Yea, I guess." I dropped the hose and followed him into the house, and down into the basement darkroom he had built. "Cool," I said as I admired all the equipment. He had three different enlargers, a counter with all the chemical trays, and rows of wire strung to hang the shots that were drying. He looked at the photos that were hanging, and retrieved the ones of me. Bringing them over to me, he stood next to me and showed them one by one. "See the composition of this one, how the trunk of the tree frames the shot? And this one that shows the different colors of the flowers in the foreground?" He paused. "You're so handsome, you make a great subject." "Yeah, I bet," I muttered under my breath. "What was that you said, Sammy?" "Oh- these are great. I like them." I took a deep breath. "What about the other ones?" Mr. Miller looked at me, perplexed. "Other ones?", he said, quizzically. "The ones where I was in the back yard? That you took thought the fence?" He smiled at me crookedly. "I thought you knew I was there." He dropped the photos on the counter, and went over to his filing cabinet. Out of the back of the top drawer, he pulled a large red envelope. Undoing the clasp, he smiled at me again, and handed them to me. I looked through the eight-by-ten photos he had taken. They were incredibly well-done. I couldn't believe how well they had come out, considering they were taken through a fence. I also couldn't believe how many there were, probably three dozen or so. There were shots of me in all the different positions I had done, some close- ups of different body parts, mostly focusing on my hard dick. I loved the way it looked bigger than it really was from certain angles. I was starting to pitch a tent in my shorts. That's when I heard the familiar click of his camera. He had retrieved it from the other room while I was looking at my photos and started snapping off pictures of me looking at them! I acted coy at first, and smiled shyly at him. Then I sat up on the counter, and started rubbing my cock through my shorts looking at my pictures. I put one foot up on the counter next to me and leaned down on my elbow, allowing my shorts to slide up my leg. Mt cock tip peeked out, and I played with it. It was already moist from precum. I lifted up my ass and pulled them off. Tossing them to the floor, I felt like I was the most handsome boy in the world, being lavished with attention and affection from this older man. He wordlessly worked his way around me, getting different shots. I started stroking my cock, still looking at the pics, but definitely getting more excited from the situation rather than the photos. I got up on my knees and pressed my body against the wall behind me. I knew this angle would make my ass look most pleasing, as I had looked at it myself in the mirror many times this way. I reached behind me, and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my little pink hole. My cock was hard as a rock, and with my body against the wall, was now pointing straight down towards the counter. Mr. Miller got close up to it and snapped several shots. Turning around, I sat with my legs hanging off the counter. Looking down at my dick pointing up at me, I began to laugh in excitement, and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to whistle, to give him shots that looked like I was just a sweet boy. Casually sitting on a counter with a stiffie. I couldn't take it much longer, my cock was so stiff that it began to hurt. I spat on my hand and started slowly stroking my prick. I laid down flat on my back, and Mr. Miller stood up on a chair and began to photograph me from above. Looking up at him, directly into the camera, I decided it was time to give him the shot he wanted. I pulled down on my balls, and tilted my head back. My dick grew, and I shot out the first stream of cum so hard that it not only coated my chest and stomach, but some of it also landed on my face. I could feel the hot semen on my cheeks and lips. I continued to shoot stream after stream of cum, all over myself, my face, my chest, my stomach, the wall behind me. When I was completely spent. I looked up at the camera. Mr. Miller leaned in to get a shot of my face covered with sperm. I stuck out my tongue and licked off the jizz that had coated my lips. I had tasted it before, but this time it seemed so much hotter. "Very nice, Sammy!", said Mr. Miller. "These will definitely come out pretty well." He got down off the chair and handed me a towel. As I dried myself off, he took off his camera and started rewinding the film. "I have some friends," Mr. Miller explained. "I'll develop these this weekend, and we'll have a little fun checking them out, ok?." "Really!?", I said. The thought of us checking out all these pictures really turned me on. "Cool!" I pulled on my shorts. After I promised Mr. Miller I wouldn't tell anyone about this, he hugged me and I went home. I never posed again, but replayed this scene in my head many times after, usually while jerking off. I hope you liked this story! 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