Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 18:28:32 -0000
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Family Album  Chapter 5

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex.

Gymnopedies   February 2002
gym@softhome.net


Family Album - Chapter 5
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As soon as Sunday lunch was over, Jack hurried upstairs to his room. Chris
had promised to look at the pictures of himself and Alex later that
afternoon, and Jack wanted to be sure that he had the correct pictures
ready. Over the past couple of days Jack had managed to get some pretty hot
photographs of Alex and his friend Jamie, but he knew he had to plan very
carefully if he was going to get Chris out of his pants.

The family had eaten lunch together. Their mom insisted that unless the
boys had a very good excuse, Sunday lunch was one meal during the week
where all the family would sit down and eat at the same time. The brothers
often complained, particularly if they had plans to be else where, but most
of the time it was easiest just to let their mom have her own way.

However, once the meal was over everyone was free to go their separate
ways. Alex had already departed to Jamie's house, clutching a number floppy
disks containing a selection of pictures from the mornings photo
session. Jack wasn't particularly happy about copying the pictures to disk;
the sixteen year old knew that if anyone got hold of them he could be in a
whole lot of trouble. But there wasn't really anything he could do about
it. Jamie had only stripped in order to get the photographs, so Jack
couldn't very well refuse to hand them over to the youngster. Besides, the
two eleven year olds had promised that they would do another session, this
time both together, and Jack would have full control of the poses. This
offer certainly went a long way to offset any worries the older boy might
have had.

Chris had also quickly disappeared. He'd arranged to play soccer with some
friends from school, but assured Jack that he would be back in a couple of
hours. Since Jack's mom and dad had developed a regular habit of going out
for a drive on a Sunday afternoon, this left the teenager alone in the
house.

Jack spent about an hour browsing through his growing photograph
collection, spending most time looking at the one's he'd taken of Jamie
that morning. In spite of his jerk off show for the preteens before lunch,
he was already feeling horny again. He was tempted to whip out his erection
and take care of the matter there and then, but he was worried that Chris
might come back early, so he tried to ignore the uncomfortable hardness
between his legs. If things went well he might have some brand new material
to wank to later.

Getting bored looking at the photographs, Jack put his favourite picture of
Chris up on the screen, a close-up head and bare chest shot, and putting on
some music he settled down on his bed to read.

Engrossed in his book, Jack must have lost track of the time, as it took
him by surprise when there was a knock at his bedroom door.

"Come in, I'm decent," he called, turning off the music.

The door opened and in came Chris, quickly followed by Tim and Mike. Chris
had been smiling as he came in, but the smile vanished as he saw the
picture still on the computer screen.

"Oh, Jack! Thanks a lot." The fourteen year hurriedly crossed the room and
turned off the screen, obviously annoyed.

Both Tim and Mike were laughing. "Hey, Chris. Been showing off that hot bod
of yours huh?" Mike called. "I didn't realise you were a secret poser."

"Yeah, and you always pretend to be so shy in the locker room," Tim added.

"Now look what you've done," Chris accused his brother. "It's going to be
all over the school by this time tomorrow."

Jack just held out his hands apologetically. "I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't
realise you would fetch anyone back with you." Jack had forgotten he'd left
the picture on the screen and was secretly extremely relieved that it
hadn't been a much more revealing shot of Alex or Jamie up there.

"Don't worry, dude. We won't tell anyone," Tim promised, still laughing.

Mike nodded his agreement. "Your little secret is safe with us."

Tim and Mike were twins, though this wasn't immediately obvious from
looking at them.  They had a similar build and features; medium height,
slim and good looking with brown hair and eyes. But whilst Tim had short
hair, Mike kept his longer, almost shoulder length. They normally dressed
as differently as possible, though at the moment they were dressed
similarly in shorts and shirt, having come straight from the soccer
game. The boys were thirteen years old, about six months younger than
Chris. They and Chris were in the same class in school and had been best
friends for years.

"Hey, Tim," Mike giggled. "Do ya think that maybe when Mr. Poser had that
picture taken, his bottom half was as bare as his top half?"

Tim gave Chris an appraising look, then agreed with his brother. "Yeah, I
think so. He looks the sort to go flashing his bits for the camera. They
say the shy ones are always the worst once they get started."

"Leave it out, you dorks," snarled Chris, blushing furiously. He gave Tim a
punch to the shoulder. "Firstly I only had my shirt off. Nothing
else. Secondly, I'm not shy. Just because unlike some people I know, I
don't spend half my time strutting around half naked showing off my
undeveloped pecs..." He looked pointedly at the twins.

"Who are you calling underdeveloped?" demanded Tim, rubbing his
shoulder. "We're not that far behind you, considering you're older than we
are. Anyway, if you're not shy then how come you were so quick to rush in
and turn that screen off a moment ago?"

Chris glared down at his older brother, who was still lying on the
bed. "Now see what your daft ideas have done."

"They've promised they won't tell anyone," said Jack. "Besides, I can't see
why it's such a big deal anyway. They've seen a picture of you with your
shirt off. So what?"

Mike had been very casually moving in the direction of the computer. While
Chris had his back turned, Mike quickly turned the screen back on. A second
later the image was back showing Chris in all his shirtless glory.

Jack noticed that this time Mike didn't laugh as he looked at the photo. In
fact, he seemed to be studying the picture rather intensely and the boy's
hand made an unconscious movement across the front of his shorts. Jack's
brain went into overdrive. Could it be possible? Mike was gay? If it really
was the case it would certainly open up a number of interesting
possibilities. This was an avenue that Jack decided merited further
exploration.

By this stage Chris had noticed that he was once again on display. He shook
his head resignedly. "Go on, look at the stupid pictures if you want. But
if you breathe a word about them to anyone then we are no longer friends,
and I mean that."

"Pictures?" Tim's ears pricked up at the word. "You mean there are more of
them?" He pushed his brother out of the way in order to get to the computer
keyboard. "In that case we'd better have a look at the others."

Moving like lightening, Jack was off the bed and across the room before
anyone could blink. "Don't touch that keyboard. I'll find the pictures for
you." There was no way he would let anyone poke about on his computer; he
couldn't risk them accidentally bringing up the pictures of Alex or Jamie.

"Sure, dude. Whatever you say," said Tim, stepping back out of Jack's way.

"You sure you don't mind them seeing the other pictures?" Jack asked Chris.

"Go ahead," the fourteen year old replied, sulkily. "The damage has already
been done."

Jack wasn't at all happy about the way the situation had turned out. Aside
from the fact that Chris was now unlikely to pose for any more pictures,
the older boy hated to think he had hurt is brother in any way. Quickly he
tried to think of a way to turn things around. Then the idea hit him.

"You guys want to look at the other pictures?" Jack asked the twins.

"Sure we do," Tim replied.

Mike didn't actually speak, but it was obvious from the way he was staring
at the screen that he was interested in seeing more.

"Ok" Jack continued. "I'll show you the pictures, but there's gonna be a
price to pay."

Tim laughed. "You think we're going to pay good money just to see pictures
of Chris with his shirt off? No way. Good looking he may be, but I'm
certainly not going to pay to look at him."

Jack shook his head. "I'm not talking about money. The price is the two of
you agreeing to do some similar pictures."

Tim blinked in surprise. "Let me get this straight. You'll show us the
other pictures of Chris if we agree to take our shirts off so you can
photograph us?"

"That's the deal," Jack confirmed.

"What do you think?" Tim asked, turning to his brother.

"I suppose it would be ok," Mike replied, with a shrug and a smile.

"Yeah, you got yourself a deal," said Tim. "Actually it sounds like it
might be fun. Let's do it."

The twins huddled in close as Jack began to cycle through the pictures he'd
taken of Chris on Friday evening. There was a lot of laughter from the two
thirteen year olds as they watched their friend remove his shirt, pose,
flex and generally goof off in front of the camera.

The subject of the photographs sat quietly on Jack's bed. To start with he
had a frown on his face but as he realised the two boys were laughing at
the funny poses rather than at him directly, his mood began to
lighten. Eventually he got up off the bed and moved closer until he was
right up behind the others, looking at the pictures himself. Towards the
end of the show Jack glanced back and was relieved to see his brother was
smiling.

As Jack closed the last picture in the set and leaned back in his chair,
Tim clapped Chris on the shoulder, grinning. "Hey, dude, you were
great. Just one thing wrong though, I thought those body builder types wore
only skimpy little briefs.

Chris blushed scarlet, knowing that he'd been about to strip down to his
boxers had they not been interrupted by Alex. He reminded himself to start
being much nicer to his younger brother. "Well it's your turn now," he
said. "Why not show me how it's done properly. I hope you're wearing your
skimpy little briefs under those shorts."

"Hang on minute," Mike put in nervously, "we only agreed to go shirtless,
nothing was said about stripping down any further than that."

"What's the matter little bro? Afraid that everyone will see how small your
package is?" Tim often referred to his brother as "little bro" even though
Mike was only around 30 minutes younger.

"My package is exactly the same size as yours," Mike replied, shortly. "If
you want to prance around practically naked, that's up to you. But I'm not
about to go any further than we agreed."

"Sometimes I think you're almost shy as Chris," Tim laughed, and pulled his
shirt over his head, tossing it casually onto the floor. "C'mon Mike, time
to show some skin," he said, stretching his arms above his head.

Mike quickly followed his brother's example, pulling off his own shirt and
laying it on the bed.

"Right, what do you want us to do?" Tim asked Jack.

Jack was fumbling with his camera, trying not to stare at the two
boys. They sure were good looking, not as developed as Chris, but both had
nicely shaped chests and tight stomachs. Also they were lightly tanned,
whereas Chris was pale from hiding is body from the sun.

For a moment Jack was almost tempted to respond truthfully to Tim's
question and tell them what he would really like them to do, but he decided
that would perhaps be a little foolhardy and instead he instructed them to
go through a selection of poses of the type they had just seen in Chris'
pictures.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, amid a great deal of laughing and
fooling around, Jack snapped a good selection of pics including some great
close up face shots and even a few very close up pictures of the boys'
chests. At one stage he had them put their arms above there heads so that
he could get some shots of there hairless underarms and had them stand
close together with their arms around each others shoulders.

"I think we're about done," said Jack, eventually.

"How about we finish with one of the three of us together?" Mike suggested,
waving Chris to come across.

"Sure," Jack agreed. "That'd make a really good picture. How about it
Chris?"

Chris didn't appear particularly happy at the suggestion, but couldn't
really refuse. Reluctantly he peeled off his shirt and approached the
twins, they moved apart so that he could stand between them.

Once again, Jack had them put there arms around each other's
shoulders. "C'mon, get in tight together or I can't get you all in shot,"
he instructed. The sixteen year old was becoming aroused looking at the
three boys pressed together, their bare flesh touching and he hoped the
bulge in his pants wasn't becoming too obvious. Quickly he took the
picture. "Done," he said, lowering the camera so that it strategically
covered the evidence of his excitement.

"Great. Can I get dressed again now?" Chris asked, frowning as though the
whole thing had been an annoyance.

"Yeah, you go cover up your cute little body," Tim joked. Then before Chris
had chance to move he leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the fourteen
year old's cheek.

"Ugh! You really are a sick perv," Chris grimaced as he pushed Tim away and
wiped his cheek with his hand.

But Tim wasn't quite finished. Reaching out his hand he playfully grabbed
hold of one Chris' nipples and gave it a twist.

With a cry of pain, Chris slapped Tim's hand away. "Right, you've asked for
it." He grabbed hold of Tim's arms and wrestled the boy across to the bed.

For a moment, Mike watched the two boy's struggle, then he moved across to
join in, on Chris' side.

For the second time that day, Jack had the privilege of watching boys
wrestle in his bedroom. That morning he had watched Alex wrestle his friend
Jamie. That particular battle had been made more interesting by the fact
that Jamie had been completely naked. Jack made a mental note to ensure
that the next session with Alex and Jamie include another wrestling match
with both boys naked.

The current battle was not going well for Tim. Even against Chris alone he
would have struggled, since Chris was a little bigger and heavier than he
was, and certainly stronger. But against Chris and Mike together, the boy
stood no chance at all. Very quickly he was pinned on his back, on the bed,
with Chris sitting on his shoulders and Mike on his legs. All three boys
were panting heavily and there were beads of sweat on their faces and
chests.

"Had enough?" asked Chris.

"Never," Tim laughed, still struggling to get free.

Mike had a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You were going on about how small my
package was earlier. Let's see just how big yours is." He took hold of the
waistband of his brother's shorts.

"No! Don't!" Tim's struggles increased. But there was nothing he could do
to stop his shorts and briefs being pulled down to his knees. His cock and
balls came into view, flopping madly from side to side as he fought to
escape.

This was too good a chance for Jack to miss. Quickly he raised the camera
and captured the scene.

"You bastards!" Tim cried. "You are going to be so sorry for this."

"May as well make the most of it then," said Chris, twisting one his
friend's nipples in return for what Tim had done to him a few moments
earlier.

"Agh!" Tim gave a yelp of pain. "Ok. I've had enough, you win," he gasped.

Chris and Mike let go of their captive, allowing him to get to his feet and
pull up his shorts. "That was unfair," he said. "Two against one. I could
whip either of you one on one."

"In your dreams," Chris laughed. "Maybe next time we have to teach you a
lesson we'll shave off those few hairs you have around your dick."

"Well we can't even be sure you have a dick," Tim replied, "you're so good
at keeping it covered up." This last remark caused Chris' face to turn red
with embarrassment.

Jack turned his attention away from the boys and began the process of
transferring the pictures from the camera onto his computer. As he waited
for the transfer to finish, Mike came to stand by the side of his
chair. The thirteen year old had collected his shirt but had not yet put it
back on and the boy stood so close that Jack caught the faint odour of
boy-sweat and thought he could almost feel the warmth coming from his bare
skin.

"That's a pretty neat camera," Mike observed. "I've got an ordinary camera
at home, but I wouldn't mind having one like that."

"It is pretty cool." Jack replied. "Beats having to send in the films for
processing. Also, once you have the pictures on your computer you can play
around with them. You can't do that with ordinary photographs. Tell you
what, if you like you can come over sometime and have a go with it."

"Yeah, I'd like that. If you're sure you don't mind."

"No problem. We'll sort something out maybe sometime this week."

"That'd be great."

Behind them, Chris and Tim had put on their shirts and were deep in
conversation about their earlier soccer practice, their battle of a few
minutes before was apparently forgotten.

"You friends again now?" Jack asked.

"Yeah," Tim grinned. "I've got to let this dork hang around with me,
because no one else would have him." Chris just laughed and shook his head.

"Erm, Jack?" Tim looked a little uncomfortable. "You didn't really take any
pictures of me with my shorts down, did you?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Jack grinned. "But you'd better be nice to
me, just in case."

Tim looked thoughtful, as if trying to work out from Jack's expression
whether or not the older boy actually had taken the pictures. "Ok," he
said, eventually, grinning himself, "I think I can cope with being nice to
you, just as long as I don't have to be nice to your dork of a brother."

Twenty minutes later, Jack was alone in front of his computer. Chris, Tim
and Mike had gone and his mom and dad had not yet returned so he still had
the house to himself. His pants were around his ankles and his hard dick
was in his hand as he leisurely stroked it up and down. On the screen was
the picture of Tim pinned down on the bed with his shorts around his knees,
his young body on full view, exposed to the sixteen year old's hungry
gaze. Jack was happy, the afternoon may not have gone exactly as intended,
but it hadn't been a total loss. He was just going to have to work a bit
harder on getting Chris naked. In the meantime he had his next session with
Alex and Jamie to look forwards to and now it looked like there just might
be a possibility of having a little fun with Mike. Yes, life was definitely
looking up.


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