Three Tears
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter One

James lay fast asleep, his face lit up by the green glow of the time on his alarm clock. As the clock turned 05:30, it screamed to life and emitted its usual piercing beeps. James did not stir.

Martin, James’ older brother, stirred. He slept on the other side of the bedroom. He was used to the routine by now; James was such a heavy sleeper the alarm hardly ever woke him up. Martin tossed and turned a couple of times in his bed, waiting for James to knock the ‘off’ button and get up, but it did not happen. So, yet again, Martin got out of bed and walked over to his brother. He looked at his face and saw no movement. Martin sighed, bent over, and grabbed his brother by the shoulders. He started to shake him awake.

“Get up, you deaf sod.” He spoke as he saw James’ eyelids flicker.

James began to moan and grunt. “Gerrof.” He slurred as Martin gave him one last heavy push before leaving him alone and getting back into his own bed, his back turned to the room.

James turned the alarm off and got out of bed. Without turning on the light, he fumbled for the door, closing it quietly as he left the room.

No one else in the house was up yet, so he had the bathroom to himself. Shutting the door behind him, he turned on the light. He stood in the centre of the small room in only his white briefs. Squinting, he rubbed his eyes, waiting until they became accustomed to the light. He turned on the shower, removed his briefs and put them in the dirty linen basket nestled in the corner.

Stepping into the shower, James let the hot water run down his dark brown hair to wet his body.

James was sixteen and in the last year of comprehensive school. After his exams, he hoped to go to the local college to study art and theatre. Martin was already at college studying art, so James knew it was a good course. Having no idea what he really wanted to do, he just did what he enjoyed.

Today, James was missing school; he had a modelling job in London. He had to get up early to get there on time. James had been modelling from a very young age.

Twelve or so years ago, his mother had registered him and his brother, Martin, with an agency – everyone told her she had two adorable boys and thought it a bit of fun. Initially, both boys got plenty of work, catalogue photo sessions and a few television adverts. But as they got older, Martin disliked the attention and did less, deciding to concentrate on his art. He still did some, if only to earn money to build up his University fund. On the other hand, James was a natural in front of the camera and began to do more; he even joined the local theatre school and children’s television workshop. Today’s assignment was just another catalogue shoot, some new teen range for one of the major fashion shops.

All the young models were to meet at the agency’s London office for a briefing and a little studio work. Then, they would be taken on location to Southend-on-Sea.

James was almost finished in the shower; he just had one more thing to do. He took a good squirt of the shower gel and began to rub his crotch slowly. Sleeping in the same room as his brother, this was the only time James got to relieve his tension in private. His dark pubes were covered in thick white lather, and he rubbed it all over his five-inch shaft and low-hanging ballsac. He closed his eyes as he caressed his dick. It was soon hard and had grown to seven inches, protruding straight out to point at the wall. James continued to rub his balls with his left hand while his right was slowly moving up and down his shaft; each downstroke pulled his foreskin over his smooth, glistening head. He was becoming engulfed with the sensations.

Then, the bathroom door flung open. James released his dick with a jolt. ‘Shit’, he thought as he quickly realised that he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.

“Mum, do you mind! I’m still in the shower.”

“Don’t be long. Remember, I need time to get ready as well.” His Mum always went with him when he did any kind of modelling.

“Okay.”

The bathroom door closed, and James’ hand went back to his now softening dick. ‘No time for a lengthy session’, he thought, and after a couple of quick pumps, his dick was hard again. This time, James jerked off quickly, getting the deed over with. The vigorous pumping soon delivered the desired results as his breathing became shallow and his scrotum tightened. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as the sensation flowed to his abdomen, which contracted. Then, all movement stopped. James let out a muffled sigh, and his dick began to twitch as he came frantically. After the first couple of spasms, he slowly pumped his dick to drain his balls of as much cum as possible. His body began to relax, and he opened his eyes. James looked at his raw dick still in his hand and then the globules of cum being washed down the drain.

Throwing the curtain aside, James grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist to go back to his room. He shouted to his mother. “Bathroom’s free.”

The sun had been gradually coming up and now shed enough light through the curtains so that he could see what he was doing.

He looked over at Martin. He was now lying facing the room but still looked asleep.

James stood by his bed, dried himself, and dressed in his usual casual jeans and t-shirt.

After a bit of breakfast, James left for London with his mother.

The rest of the morning was the usual affair. Martin got up at his usual time and dashed around, getting his things together for college. His youngest brother, Tony, was up and eating his cereal. Their Dad in the kitchen was trying to make coffee and toast at the same time.

“Half eight, lads. Time to get a move on.”

After finishing up breakfast, Martin and Tony grabbed their bags and left. Their Dad was not far behind, getting into his car to get to work.

Both boys walked to the bus stop together, not talking.

Martin stopped at the bus stop to catch the bus to college. “See ya later then, Tony.”

“See ya.” Tony carried on walking up the road to his school.

 

Martin had the usual morning at college, filling his schedule with courses he liked. But his real passion was his art; he only studied English Literature and Sociology to make up his timetable. After lunch, they would finish their latest project before the lecturer announced the new one. The course allowed them to experiment with different media and forms. They studied the schools such as Expressionism and Dadaism, encouraging each student to find their own style. Martin was more comfortable using oils or pastilles, whereas other students showed a flair for fabric prints or sculpture.

Ten minutes before the end of the lesson, the lecturer announced the next project for study, the human form. It was well known that all art students would eventually come across a nude model, but Martin did not think it would happen quite so early in the course.

Questions flew around the classroom. How old were they? Were they male or female? When would they come in? How long would they be here?

The lecturer silenced the group to explain. The model would not be here until the last few weeks of the module. He had no idea anything about sex, age, weight or height and that the college used an agency. He also mentioned that all body forms, shapes and sizes were worth studying, so it did not matter. Before then, they would study flesh, muscle and the skeleton. It sounded like the first few weeks would be more like a biology class, but the lecturer explained that you had to understand how the body worked to draw the human form: how the joints moved, how the muscles connected to the skeleton and how the skin covered it all and would stretch and crease. The lecturer explained that many early artists would often watch or perform dissections of criminals to get a deeper understanding of the human form.

Martin left college, pondering the new project and waited in the wind for the bus to take him home.

 

On the walk to school, Tony met up with a few of his mates and chatted as they walked together. The first topic was their first lesson, Science. They all had their little notes signed by Mum or Dad saying they could attend that day’s lesson on Development and Sex Education. Those without the signed slip would be destined to sit in another lab, reading the textbook. It was a strange way to teach sex education, but it was the Local Education Authority Regulations. Naturally, the boys knew most of it anyway; either their parents had sat them down and tried desperately not to turn red as they explained the ‘birds and the bees’ or learnt it through their mates or even from a book.

Now, it was the turn of the young, newly qualified teacher to explain everything to the group of eleven-year-old children.

The subject was split into two lessons. Today, it was the turn of the male body. The female body would be taught later in the week.

It all started relatively slow. The teacher asked questions about what they knew already and then explained things in more detail. Of course, there were plenty of giggles from the immature pupils, and the more mature kids just sat through it, waiting for the ordeal to end.

Halfway through the lesson, the teacher broke off and announced that he had a video to illustrate what he had been discussing.

More giggles erupted, but the teacher quietened things down and began the tape.

The programme started like any other made-for-school education video with a formal introduction. Then, it dissolved into a beautiful beach on a clear sunny day as the waves lapped the shore. Off-camera laughter could be heard, and then four naked people came into the shot, running to the sea and diving into the water. The laughter continued as the three boys and their Father played in the sea. Then, a voice-over started.

“John is a naturist and has brought his three sons, Steven, Paul and Peter, on holiday to the south of France. At seventeen, Steven is the eldest. Paul is fourteen, and Peter is the youngest, only twelve.”

As the Narrator introduced the family, the camera panned from boy to boy as they splashed each other.

The classroom became unsettled as they saw the face of the boy named Paul. Some people started whispering to each other. Tony could not believe what he saw and stared, making sure. His mate digging him in the ribs with his elbow interrupted his gaze.

“Isn’t that…” his eyes gestured to the TV screen.

Tony just looked shocked. The boy, Paul, was his older brother James. Granted, he looked a couple of years younger, but there was no mistaking him – and the rest of the class knew as well.

The three sons showed different stages of puberty. The youngest had not started yet, and the eldest was almost fully developed. Paul was the son in the middle stages. Hair had only just started sprouting, and he had a small tuft of dark hair atop his developing penis.

Tony just had to sit through the entire programme as his classmates watched his naked brother on-screen.

For the rest of the day, Tony took quite a bit of teasing. It did not take long for it to go around the whole school. The teacher who showed the video was oblivious that one of its stars was a pupil at his school; he had only started teaching at the school that year, and James was not in any of his classes.

When the day was over, Tony was grateful and walked home alone.

 

When Tony arrived home and opened the front door, the house seemed deserted. His Dad would not be back from work for a few hours, and had no idea when his Mum would come home.

He went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He took a long drink from the carton of orange juice and went upstairs. He knocked on Martin and James’ bedroom door.

“Martin. Are you in?”

“Yeah.” Came the muffled voice from the other side of the door.

Tony went in and saw his brother hunched over his desk, writing notes for an English essay.

“Can I have a word?”

Martin looked up from his papers and listened as Tony explained what his class saw in their science class. He began to cry, releasing his pent-up emotions of embarrassment and hurt from being mercilessly teased over his naked brother for the rest of the day.

“Mum’ll have a dickey fit. And I bet the whole school knows about it now.” Martin gave Tony a reassuring hug.

Tony nodded.

“Mum spoke to the Headmaster to ensure they didn’t show it until several years after he left.”

“You knew, then?” Tony asked.

“Yeah.” He responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

“And nobody thought to tell me!” Tony became angry at having not been told of James’ film.

“You never really took an interest in his modelling or acting. And it was a couple of years ago.” He paused. “I’ll speak to Mum when she gets back. And James is going to get a fair bit of stick tomorrow, but he can handle it.”

“I hope so.” Tony sniffed away his tears and quietly left, leaving Martin alone again.

 

It would be a long wait until James and their Mum would return. She had telephoned earlier to say that the shoot was over-running and there were traffic problems. She doubted they would be back before ten. In the meantime, Martin explained everything to their Dad when he got home. They had dinner, and Martin and Tony went to their rooms to do their homework.

Martin went straight to bed when he had finished his work. He stripped down to his boxers and sat up in bed. He grabbed the latest book he was reading and settled down for the night.

Martin had no idea how long he’d been reading before his bedroom door opened. He must have been dozing, as he had not heard anyone come home or come upstairs.

James opened the door and noticed Martin was still awake. “Hiya.”

“I suppose Dad’s explained what went off.”

“Yep.” James grew a cheeky grin. “I would love to have been there to see Tony’s face.”

“Don’t be like that. He’s taken quite a bit of crap over that little video you did.”

“Is he still up?”

Martin shrugged.

“I’ll go have a look and have a word.”

James left to speak to Tony while Martin went back to his book.

 

When James returned, he turned to Martin and said, “He’s alright. I just explained things and said I’ll sort things out at school tomorrow.”

“So, how did it go today? Good shoot?”

As they talked, he started to take his clothes off. “Not bad. It was mainly casual stuff and more than the usual hanging around.”

Leaving his tight briefs on, James got into bed and reached beneath the mattress. He grabbed hold of his diary. Martin dug his nose back in his book, and James began writing.

 

James’ Diary

It’s been quite a good day today. I spent all day down south on a photo shoot. They did some studio shots of us boys in baggy jeans and shirts and then took us to the beach for the rest. Although the sun was out, it was bloody cold, and all we had was a small caravan to change in. All the lads there were about my age and had done this before. It was getting late and cold when they put us all in shorts. Why the hell couldn’t they have done these first when it was warmer? Then it was the swimwear. Most of the lads were embarrassed and wouldn’t do the Speedo stuff. There wasn’t much. A couple of us volunteered. I don’t mind at all – and we get paid extra.

The excitement started when I got home, though. It turned out that the Sex Ed video I did two years ago was shown in school, and Tony saw it with all his mates. Tony was so embarrassed; I don’t think he had ever seen me naked. I wonder what he thought. I’m proud of it, and I have no shame about my body. I told Tony I would speak to the lads at school. I don’t know what I’ll say, as I don’t care what those knobheads think. They should all just grow up.

But this does take me back to when we were filming the thing. During the school holidays, I spent two weeks on the beach in the South of France. I was stark bollock naked for most of the time, and I came home with one wicked all-over tan. I spent most of the time with Phil; he played the older brother. I enjoyed looking at him every day, and I must say the Dad didn’t look too bad either. He was a bit old, but he kept in shape. Funny, but I can’t remember the Dad’s name now or that of the young kid.

One evening, after the shoot, we went for our usual shower. The Dad and kid rushed as they were tired, and it had been a long day. Just Phil and I were left. I was shampooing my hair and getting the sand out. I didn’t notice Phil at first. He had soaped up his crotch and was slowly rubbing it. I rinsed my hair and took a sideways glance. Phil was standing a few feet away from me with a hard-on, wanking himself. My glance soon became a stare, and Phil seemed to relish me watching him. He came closer to me, soaped up his hand and started rubbing my crotch. It was my first sexual experience, and I had no idea what to do; quite ironic, really, considering I was in a Sex Ed video. Anyway, he rubbed me up until I was totally hard and wanked me while he stroked his own dick.

As the water rinsed the lather away, Phil let go of my immature five inches and dropped to his knees. I was only thirteen and had no idea what was happening. But when he put his mouth over my throbbing dick, I didn’t care. It felt great, and I did not want him to stop. I’d wanked before, so I knew all about cumming, but I was really shocked when I told him I was close, and he kept pumping my dick with his lips. Then I came like I’d never cum before. Never during any of my wank sessions had I come with such intensity and force. It was electric. Anyway, I came into his mouth, and he swallowed every drop.

I remember I felt weak afterwards, and he embraced me to prop me up. He asked if I liked it, and all I can remember was his rigid dick poking my softening dick. I wanted to try what he had done, so I got on my knees and looked Phil right in the piss slit. He said something like, ‘I didn’t have to,’ but I wanted to. I started relatively slow and took his head in my mouth. It felt so much bigger in my mouth than it looked. I couldn’t take much of it in, but I tried my best, and after a few minutes, he told me he was ready to cum. I wasn’t quite ready to taste it, so I got up and wanked him off the rest of the way. His body jerked, and his thick white cum fell on the shower floor. For my first time, it was great. Thankfully, it wasn’t my last that summer. Phil and I would get together and blow each other off for the rest of the shoot. A couple of times, I actually licked up drops of his and my cum. It just seemed odd to swallow it. I don’t know if I could take a whole load, but I did try some. Pity Phil and I never kept in touch afterwards. I think it was just a holiday thing for us. Me, I’m just disappointed I can’t find anybody here to try it all again.

 

Martin saw James return his diary from the corner of his eye. James then got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Martin noticed the bulge in his white briefs was considerably larger than when he went to bed. Something had aroused him, and James went to the bathroom to relieve the tension he now felt. Martin felt his own dick twitch as James left their bedroom, and his hand automatically went down to give it a quick tug.

In the bathroom, James removed his briefs and sat on the side of the bath. His hand frantically started to pump his dick as he recalled the blow jobs he got from Phil and he gave to Phil. James was quick to cum. In his haste, he had forgotten to grab some toilet paper to catch his cum. He quickly dropped the briefs he was still holding in his left hand and brought both hands to the tip of his dick as he came. His body was in spasm, and his thick cream squirted out of his dick. His hands couldn’t cope with the slimy fluid. It seeped through his fingers and onto his briefs, which he’d discarded in the throws of orgasm. As his orgasm subsided, he concentrated on keeping as much cum in his hands. When it was over, he carefully washed his hands in the washbasin. With the worst off his hands, he grabbed his limp dick and balls, lifted himself on the balls of his feet and draped them over the side of the basin. With the hot tap still running, he rinsed his exhausted dick of the cum that his hands had smeared all over as he tried to prevent any drops from escaping.

Now clean, he reached for the hand towel, dried his hands and then rubbed his crotch dry. He replaced the towel and looked at his briefs. Only a few drops had fallen on them. Picking them up, he rubbed the cum into the fabric. It was hardly noticeable. He slipped his briefs back on, adjusted his packet and went back into his bedroom.

Martin was now lying down, his light off, waiting for James to return. He watched James close the door behind him and walk to his bed.

Getting into bed, he turned off his bedside light.

Martin closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

 

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