Three Tears
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter Two

The following day was quite typical. Tony and James went to school, and Martin went to college. Of course, James took a bit of stick about the video, but not being ashamed of his body, he shrugged it off, and they soon got bored and went on to the next person; school kids are not happy unless they are harassing someone.

That night, as Martin sat up in bed reading his book, James wrote in his diary. Martin brought up his latest Art project.

Martin looked up from his book. “We got a new project the other day.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that.”

“We’re doing the human form. Towards the end, the teacher said he’d get a live model for us to paint.”

“That’s great. Hope he does it next year when I do the course.” James stopped writing and looked over at Martin.

“I’m sure he will. The thing is, I’m not that confident in flesh and that sort. Sure, I can do people in clothes and stuff. I’ve got those textures down just fine. It’s just the flesh; I’ve never really had any experience with it.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Well, I was hoping you could help me.”

“Yeah.” James grew a crooked smile.

Martin just decided to come out with it. “Well, you’re not shy about that stuff. So how about you let me draw you.”

James thought about it for a moment, if only to torment Martin. “Okay,” he said, “but on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“After you’ve done me. I want you to model for me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I’ll be doing the same course next year, so what’s wrong with getting a head start?”

Martin reluctantly agreed. He had never done any nude modelling, but as it was only his brother, he thought he’d be able to cope. After all, they shared a bedroom and often saw each other naked, either dressing in the morning or drying themselves after a shower.

The two brothers discussed it more and arranged to start tomorrow night. Martin looked forward to it, and James never turned down an opportunity to show off his body.

 

James’ Diary – 29th June

I feel absolutely brilliant today. Martin told me about a new art project – the nude. He asked if I would help him out. It turns out he wants to practice before the big day at college. I don’t know why, as he seems to be good at whatever subject he turns his hand to. I was surprised that he asked me. He has always been a bit shy, and it must have taken balls to ask. We get on very well, and he knows I don’t have any problems in that area. But I don’t strip off for nothing, so I did a deal with him. I model for him, and then he gets to model for me. I know it’s a bit cruel, but I need more practice than he does. Besides, I think he needs to come out of his shell a bit. Ever since I can remember he has always been shy. I suppose that’s why he never really got into modelling. Even around our bedroom, he covers himself up. I’m the one hanging around in nothing but underwear and will not think twice about dropping my towel after a shower to get dressed. Martin always rushes to get dressed.

I got a phone call today from my agent. The local TV station is making a new kids programme and is auditioning. They have sent in my portfolio, and they want to see me. If it comes off, it should be good. They won’t start filming until the summer holidays, so there will be much more freedom. I don’t actually know what the programme is about, but I expect I will find out tomorrow. I will have to leave school at lunchtime to make the audition, but Mum says she’ll take some time off to take me. Her job is pretty cool like that.

 

The following lunchtime, James waited outside the school gates for his Mum to pick him up. A few of his mates hung around with him to keep him company, but James’ Mum was only five minutes late.

It turned out that James was not going to open auditions, as he had first thought, but the final stages of selection. The agency had put him forward some months ago and had got this far based on his past roles. The Television Company was impressed, and as long as he said the right things and behaved himself, the job could be guaranteed.

James and his Mother were led into a big room. The session leader brought the kids into a huddle in the centre of the room while the parents were banished to the sidelines to sit down and observe. The five other men in the room wore casual clothes, but they gave the impression that they only ever wear suits to work; each had a clipboard. From the moment people started entering the room, they began making notes.

They were given tasks for the next few hours and split into smaller groups. They were standard team-building exercises to see how the children interacted with each other.

After a break, the children were brought back to discuss what they had been doing and how they felt about it. It was all routine stuff to see each of the kid’s personalities and how they behaved in different situations.

With the discussions concluded, the men with clipboards left the room. The leader then took everyone, parents included, to a large boardroom. They all sat down, and he went on to explain the premise of their new show.

 

That evening, James and Martin went to their room after dinner. Tony went into the living room to play computer games. Their parents were left alone to clear the dinner table and able to discuss the new show James had just auditioned for.

James stood in the centre of their bedroom, fully clothed. “So, where do you want me.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that. And I thought to try and keep everything natural.”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you think about you just sitting up in bed? One leg brought up, knee bent to rest your diary on, and you ponder what you are going to write next.”

“Okay. You just show me while I take my clothes off.”

Martin got onto James’ bed and mimicked the pose he wanted him to adopt.

“Right, I got it.” James was now standing naked, looking at Martin on the bed. He moved over to the bed, and Martin got up so that he could take his place. James then fidgeted and sat at the head of the bed in the corner of the bedroom; James moved the pillow for his back to rest on instead of the bare wall. He reached under the mattress and grabbed his diary. James lifted his left leg, the one closest to the wall, and rested his open diary on his knee. He held it with his left hand and lay his right arm on the mattress, his hand clutching the pen.

“Is this alright?”

Martin examined the pose. “Do you mind if I just move you a bit?”

“Go ahead.”

Martin lifted James’ leg further. Then, he altered how the diary rested on his knee. Martin slightly changed the position of his right hand and how James held the pen. Then he looked at his crotch. The raising of his leg pushed out James’ balls, and his dick just lay draped over the sac. “Could you just move your dick to the side a bit? So it is off your balls.”

“I don’t want to lose the pose. Would you mind doing it for me? Then you can put it where you want it.” James smiled mischievously.

Martin had never touched another dick before, but he felt safe with James. With James, he had the courage to do things he would never do if he were not around. So, Martin leant forward and gingerly moved James’ limp dick to rest on the right thigh. “That’s it. That’s great.”

“Grab my digital camera from the drawer and take a couple of pictures so that I can get back in this position next time.”

“Isn’t that a bit dodgy? We could get in trouble for that.” Martin sounded concerned.

James laughed. “We’re not going to send the pictures to anybody. Besides, it is art. There’s nothing sexual about it so that the pictures would be legal.” Martin wasn’t convinced. “Alright, how about you cover my cock and then take the pictures?” James suggested.

Martin seemed satisfied and grabbed James’ underpants from the floor and draped them over his crotch to cover his penis. He then grabbed the camera and took a couple of long shots. “Do you mind if I take a few close-ups? It’ll help when I do the final painting.”

James agreed, and Martin took quite a few closer pictures: his face, the pen in his hand, his right knee and diary and his covered crotch, which showed the suggestion of how his genitals rested.

After he’d finished taking photographs, Martin lifted the underpants that covered James’ crotch and threw them back on the floor. He went to the other side of his room and grabbed his sketchpad. He looked over at the figure on the bed. He began to feel differently towards his brother; his stomach lightened as he moved his eyes over every exposed inch of his body. The form before him did not seem like his brother but a picturesque landscape that held no taboo for his gaze.

Martin stared at the close-cropped dark hair that led to his piercing emerald eyes. His nose was small but slightly pointed; he thought he detected a slight bend to the side, but it may have been the shadow. Martin was drawn into his thin lips, slightly parted with the pretence of pondering. But for the first time, he could take a long, slow look at his body without feeling ashamed. He had always grabbed a sly glance when he thought James was not looking, but now it did not matter. He had permission to look; Martin had always thought James had a beautiful body. There was no overt sign of muscles, just his smooth young skin draped over his thin frame. His nipples were now erect from the chill, and the light glinted from the few wisps of blonde hairs between them. Perhaps one day, they would bloom, but Martin hoped they would not. The same blond hair trailed down from his navel, disappearing into the small fold of skin created by his posture. It then reappeared and grew thicker and darker until it met the thick pubic hair surrounding his dick. His dick was smooth and hairless; the foreskin showed the contours of his bulbous head before narrowing to a small aperture that rested on his thigh. His balls, too, showed the same downy blonde hairs that spread to his thighs before becoming darker as they reached past his knees.

As he breathed in the body before him, he felt his dick grow. It focused his mind on the task of drawing, and he finally put his pencil on the paper and roughly drew the outline in front of him.

 

James’ Diary
Tonight was the first night I posed for Martin. I really enjoyed it, and I think Martin did too. The last time I did any nude work was in that video I mentioned the other day. But tonight was different. It felt personal, and I was glad to help Martin out. I also really enjoyed the feeling of him looking at me, every part of me. It is kind of like the feeling I get when modelling, but being naked made it even more intense. I thought it might be a sexual experience, but it really was not. I was a bit nervous about getting hard in front of him, but it was never really a problem. It was something more, something deeper. I don’t want to sound too stupid, but it felt totally honest. I was showing myself without the façade of clothes that lie about our feelings or intentions. It was just me. I hope Martin got something out of it, too.

Well, I mean, it’s more than just using me as a piece of meat for his project. I am really looking forward to our other sessions. I think Martin was nervous at the start. He sort of just looked at me and froze, but he soon came round, and after a few minutes, he seemed to be drawing frantically. Martin never showed me what he did, and I never asked, as I hate for people to see my unfinished work. They tend to look so different. He told me that he wanted to paint me in oils and that he would make a start after a few sketches. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished painting.

My audition went well, and I think they liked me. It is also a show I would love to do, but I will have to be away from home during the long summer holidays. Mum was a bit nervous about letting me do it if I got the chance, but they said that chaperones would always be with us and that no harm could come to us.

The programme itself looks interesting. It’s a kids’ take on the whole ‘Big Brother’ thing but mixed in with a bit of ‘Lord of the Flies’. I suppose the idea is to see what we get up to and how we get on without adult supervision. They have already picked a great island. I know it’s somewhere hot, but I don’t know exactly where. They have split the island into two parts. We will get one side while the crew and editing facilities will be on the other. I suppose they will have to have people on hand just in case anything gets out of hand. I will be there for a month; then, I will be back home to get ready to start college. Twenty of us will go, ten boys and ten girls, aged ten to sixteen. It’ll be great. I hope they get back to me soon and say I can go. I know Mum and Dad won’t need much working on to say I can.

 

Over the next few evenings, the two brothers chatted as Martin did sketch after sketch of James. Martin explained why he asked for help, but James understood his brother’s lack of confidence and did not need to be told. James described this new television programme and how excited he was and hoped to be chosen.

During lulls in their conversation, Martin would retract back to his safe world of the canvas. He found it strange to chat with his brother while he posed naked in front of him.

Looking at his smooth body was turning out to be a narcotic for Martin; he was becoming engrossed in the portrait, and he could not wait to start each evening. He felt it was his best. It was surprising how they kept it a secret from the rest of the family. There was a close shave when little Tony burst in, but James quickly threw the corner of his quilt over his crotch and pretended to write in his diary. It was not that they felt they were doing something wrong, but they did not want everyone to know; while it was just the two of them, it was something special. Of course, the finished portrait would get its usual family viewing, but until then, they wanted it to be a surprise.

During one of their evening sessions, they began chatting about girlfriends. It was not the standard boys’ bravado talk, but they were honest with each other. Each declared that they had never had sex with a girl. James was careful not to say virgin as he was unsure whether or not his experiences that summer constituted sex or not. At the time, he thought it did, but he was uncertain. Do you call giving a blowjob as having sex?

“Well, you remember my first girlfriend, Karen?” Martin declared.

“Yeah, curly brown hair, right?”

“Well, she slobbered so much when we kissed I almost drowned. It was like I was just someone she could practice on, but she never got any better.”

“What about Amy? Her hands were all over you.” James remembered.

“That may have been so, but she didn’t have the gentle touch.” Martin lowered his voice, but no one was likely to overhear. “Her hands would roam into my trousers, and she would grab me. She was so bleeding rough I could never get it up, not even half up. I swear she broke up with me because she thought I was impotent.”

James laughed.

“But I never had any problems when she wasn’t around.” He smiled. “So, that’s me done. Two unsuccessful girlfriends and three more that never lasted more than the first kiss or week, whichever was longer.” He looked over at James. “What about you?”

“Well, you know all my girlfriends, just Louise. And she never stayed around long. It was enough time for a few snogs before she decided she didn’t want it and chucked me. I think it was really because I wasn’t that interested in her. I’m always doing something, so I never really had any time to date. No great loss, though. I would’ve much rather have done what I’ve done than waste my time being slobbered over by a girl.”

“So you’ve never got further than kissing.”

“Not with a girl,” James said absent-mindedly. “Well, you can’t mention it to anybody,” he stressed. “But it was when I did that Sex Ed video.”

James explained a somewhat censored version of what happened that summer. In the version he told Martin, it was just a bit of mutual masturbation initiated by the older lad in the film. He thought that was all he should say, or he might shock him.

Martin was quite surprised. He had never even seen another dick hard, never mind touched one. He put the thought out of his mind and changed the subject.

When Martin had finished for the evening and was putting away his things, James asked how he felt about their earlier conversation. He wondered if he was shocked or embarrassed, but Martin put his mind to rest and explained that he was jealous. He was the older brother, so he always thought or hoped he would be the first.

“I ain’t popped my cherry yet,” James joked. “So there’s still time to get in there first.”

Martin smiled and left James to put some clothes on.

 

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