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ST: The Agency 09 (t/t,no sex) 
 
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express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
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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. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 9 - Sleepover
by 
Gymnopedies


Bryan checked that his bedroom door was properly closed and then 
moved quickly over to his bed, dropping to his knees beside it. He 
pushed his hand in between the bed-base and the mattress, searching 
for the large brown envelope that he had hidden there. He drew it 
out, once more glancing at the door and listening carefully to 
ensure that he wasn't about to be disturbed. Inside the envelope 
were a number of photographic prints and a CD. The boy took out the 
prints and spread them out on top of the bed. He looked at the 
images critically and then smiled to himself. A few weeks ago, if 
anyone had told him that he would be posing for photographs like 
these, he would have thought they were insane. He'd never been 
particularly fond of having his picture taken, even with his clothes 
on. However, yesterday he had posed completely naked, every inch of 
his body on show. And what's more, he had even enjoyed the 
experience.

Bryan studied the picture directly in front of him. It was one from 
the small bundle that Damian had given him at the end of his session 
yesterday. It showed him naked, lying on his side on a sheepskin 
rug, propped up on one elbow. The boy's eyes moved across the 
picture, taking in the details, looking at the way his eyes seemed 
to sparkle, the smile on his lips, the smoothness of his skin, the 
lines of his chest, the way his dick and balls lay across his thigh; 
he looked bloody amazing. There was no trace of conceit in this 
thought. In fact, Bryan had trouble believing this was a picture of 
him; it was as though it were some better-looking, almost perfect 
version of him laid out in front of the camera. He put this entirely 
down to Damian. The photographer's attention to detail was often 
verging on painful, but when he produced something like this, all of 
that effort became so worthwhile. Damian had said he wanted to end 
the session with something that had the "wow factor", and in Bryan's 
opinion, the man had succeeded.

What Bryan now had to decide was whether to show the picture to his 
parents. Some time in the next week or so, the set he had just posed 
for would be appearing on the website. His dad looked at the website 
almost every day, and Bryan was fairly sure that his mother also 
looked at it on occasion, so they were hardly likely to overlook a 
new update featuring their own thirteen-year-old son; especially 
when they already knew he'd posed for the set and that it would be 
appearing online soon. Bryan's stomach did a small lurch at the 
thought of his mother seeing him naked; she hadn't seen him that way 
since he was around eight or nine years old. Now all of that was 
going to change. He briefly considered taking the print downstairs 
and presenting it to them. He already knew what they would say. They 
would make a great deal of fuss about how wonderful it was and how 
proud they were of him, but none of that would change the simple 
fact that they would be able to see his dick. He wished for the 
thousandth time that he had Jon's confidence about this sort of 
thing.

With a sigh, Bryan gathered up the pictures and put them back into 
the envelope, returning it to its hiding place. He would put off 
showing the picture to his parents just a little longer, he decided. 
His mum and dad would be leaving after lunch to visit his Aunt 
Alice, and he would be going to stay with Jon until they got back. 
He decided that's when he would do the deed. When they were all back 
home again on Tuesday, he would show the print to his parents.

The boy finished packing the things that he would be taking with him 
to Jon's house, and then went downstairs. His mother was in the 
kitchen cooking the Sunday lunch, so he carefully avoided the 
kitchen; his mother had a nasty habit of finding jobs for anyone 
silly enough to venture into her domain, and Bryan wasn't in the 
mood for peeling potatoes or carrots. In the lounge, his dad was on 
the sofa, fiddling with something. Robert was on the computer and 
Bryan wandered over to him.

"What're you doing?"

Robert jumped visibly and hurried to close a chat window that had 
been open on the screen. "Mind your own damned business," he 
snapped, angrily. "Keep your nose out of it."

Richard Wallace looked up from what he was doing. "Bryan, come on 
over here and give your brother a bit of privacy. And Robert, please 
try to be a bit more civil; there was no need to bite his head off."

Robert glared, but then his expression softened a little. "Just 
don't stand watching me; this is private. OK?" His tone wasn't 
exactly warm as he spoke to his younger brother, but at least it was 
no longer harsh.

"Sorry," Bryan mumbled. "I just wondered what you were doing." He 
turned his back on Robert and went to sit on the couch next to his 
dad. 

The man was just finishing fastening the back onto a photo frame. He 
turned it over to display the picture, smiling rather proudly. "What 
do you think?"

It was one of the portrait shots that Damian had taken of Bryan. The 
boy had given these to his parents when he'd arrived home the 
previous evening.

"Looks OK," said Bryan.

"Robert?" the man asked, holding the picture so that the seventeen-
year-old would be able to see it.

Bryan cringed, waiting for the inevitable sarcastic comment and 
wishing that his dad hadn't asked for Robert's opinion.

Robert turned, an annoyed expression on his face at once more being 
disturbed. He looked at the picture, and for a moment his eyes 
seemed to widen slightly. He looked from the picture to Bryan, and 
an almost imperceptible smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.

Bryan braced himself. Did that trace of a smile mean that Robert had 
thought of something particularly cruel to say?

"It's OK, I suppose," said the older boy, and then returned his full 
attention to the computer.

Bryan breathed a sigh of relief. Robert's response had been almost 
out of character. He looked at his dad, who was now grinning.

"He likes it." The man silently mouthed the words, looking at Bryan, 
but nodding his head in the direction of Robert.

"Some help in here please." Anne's voice came from the kitchen. 
"Bryan? Robert? Could one of you please come and give me a hand?"

Robert continued tapping on the computer's keyboard as if he hadn't 
heard.

"You'd better go," said Richard, patting Bryan's thigh.

"Oh, it's not fair," Bryan complained.

"It will be even less fair if she decides you should come with us to 
visit your Aunt Alice, instead of going to stay with Jon," the man 
smiled. "Best you keep on her good side."

"I guess," Bryan sighed. "I'm coming," he called to his mother, 
getting reluctantly to his feet.




It was mid afternoon when Bryan's parents dropped him off at Jon's 
house. Jon must have been watching through the window for his 
arrival, since he came out to greet Bryan even before the boy had 
got out of the car. Bryan's mother gave him the usual briefing to be 
good, and Bryan gave his usual promise that he would be, and then 
the young teen waved his parents off, feeling intense relief that he 
wasn't going to be subjected to two days with cranky old Aunt Alice.

Jon was literally bouncing with excitement. "This is going to be so 
cool," he grinned. "C'mon, lets get inside." He grabbed Bryan's bag, 
threw his arm around the boy's shoulders and began almost dragging 
him towards the house.

Inside the house, Bryan said hello to Jon's mother, Sonia, whom he 
had met a couple of times before, and experienced a rather one-sided 
introduction to the boy's father; one sided because the man appeared 
to be sound asleep, his head back, and gentle snoring noises coming 
from his open mouth.

"He always goes to sleep on Sunday afternoons," Jon giggled. "Let's 
take your things upstairs and I'll show you our room." He led the 
way up the stairs.

Almost opposite the top of the stairs, a doorway stood open and loud 
music was coming from inside. From what he could see, Bryan deduced 
that it was a girl's room. As the boys made to pass the door, a girl 
appeared in the doorway. She was tall and slim and in Bryan's 
opinion, quite pretty, especially her eyes, which were sort of 
almond shaped and heavily emphasised with black makeup; she also had 
a stud in the side of her nose.

A smile appeared on the girl's face, and Bryan smiled back.

"Hi," said the boy.

The girl's smile twisted as she looked Bryan up and down. "You look 
even smaller in real life than you do in the pictures," she said.

"Leave him alone, Rachel," Jon replied, a nervous yet determined 
edge to his voice. He moved to stand protectively in front of Bryan.

"Shut it, Jon, you pathetic little whiner," the girl sneered. "Nice 
pictures, Bryan. Jon very kindly showed me your new ones yesterday. 
I should avoid those tight shorts though, if I were you. At least 
until you have something worth looking at. You don't exactly have 
very much down there at the moment." She sniggered.

Bryan's face instantly turned crimson. He felt that he should reply, 
but he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Aw, poor little Bryan is all embarrassed," Rachel taunted. "But 
with a dicky that tiny, you have plenty to be embarrassed about."

"Rachel, stop it or I'll tell Mum," Jon threatened. "Come on, Bryan. 
Ignore her." He took hold of Bryan's arm and started to pull him 
away from the doorway.

"That's right boys, go off and play," laughed Rachel. "You may as 
well play with each other, because no girl is going to be 
interested."

"If anyone was ever an expert on cocks, it's you," came a new voice. 
Jack had appeared out of the room next door. "After all the 
experience you've had with them, I expect you take some satisfying. 
You must be so loose it's a wonder your insides don't fall out from 
between your legs."

"Big brother to the rescue, as always," Rachel snarled, turning her 
attention to Jack.

"Sometimes big brother has to help out; especially when big sister 
is such an evil slut." Jack gave a cold smile.

Rachel glared at the fifteen-year-old for a moment, and she then 
turned away, closing her bedroom door in his face.

"I sometimes get the impression that she doesn't like me," Jack 
grinned. 

Still smarting from his encounter with Rachel, Bryan followed the 
brothers into their bedroom. It wasn't a big room, hardly bigger 
than Bryan's own, and it held three beds, a wardrobe, and a large 
set of drawers. Two of the beds were pushed up together against one 
of the walls so as to make room for an extra mattress on the floor. 
It was pretty cramped.

"Are you OK?" Jack asked Bryan, putting his hand on the boy's 
shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess. Is she always like that?"

"Most of the time," said Jack. "It's lucky for you that you caught 
her on a good day. When she's having those girl-problems, things can 
get really unpleasant."

Jon was sitting on one of the beds. He raised his head. Bryan could 
see tears in the boy's eyes.

"It's not fair," Jon muttered through clenched teeth. "She has to 
try to spoil everything." The tears spilled from his eyes onto his 
cheeks. "I didn't show her your pictures on purpose, Bryan; honestly 
I didn't. Because the computer's in her room, she's always got to be 
there when we use it. And when I saw your pictures in the update 
yesterday I wanted to look at them and I forgot all about her there 
watching. I'm sorry."

With a sigh, Jack sat down next to his brother. "Jon, don't you 
think poor Bryan's been embarrassed enough for one day, without you 
adding to it by carrying on like this? Come on, cheer up. At least 
Rachel wasn't standing around in her underwear; now that would have 
been seriously scary."

Jon wiped his eyes on his sleeve and gave a small smile. "Yeah, 
you're right. I'm sorry Bryan."

"No problem," Bryan replied. Seeing Jon crying had made him feel 
acutely uncomfortable. He wasn't good in situations like this and 
never knew what to say. One good thing had come out of it though; 
after meeting Rachel, he realised that when it came to being nasty, 
his own brother, Robert, was a mere amateur. However, he decided 
that he really wouldn't have minded seeing Rachel in her underwear. 
Nasty though she was, she was still pretty hot.

"What happened with your shoot yesterday?" Jon asked, already 
looking more like his usual self. "Did you do it? Did you get 
naked?"

Bryan gave an embarrassed grin. "Yeah, I did it."

"Yay! I knew you would." Jon was on his feet, his arms around Bryan, 
hugging him excitedly. "Tell us about it. What sort of costumes did 
you have? Did Damian shave you? Did he give you any prints?"

"He gave me some prints, but I didn't bring them," Bryan replied. 
"Sorry. I'll show them to you next time I see you. They're really 
good. Damian didn't shave me though. I told him I didn't want him 
to, and he said that it didn't matter because I don't have many 
pubes anyway." He dropped his eyes, shyly, at this last part.

"Oh, OK." Jon looked a bit disappointed, but whether this was 
because Bryan hadn't brought the pictures, or because he hadn't been 
shaved, Bryan couldn't tell. "So tell us about what happened."

Bryan briefly explained about the outfit that he had worn and how he 
been photographed in the pullover and nothing else, then how he had 
posed on the sofa, and finally, on the sheepskin rug. He finished 
off by telling them how he had nearly died of fright when Danny had 
come in while he was laid naked on the rug.

"You saw Danny?" Jon's mouth dropped opened and his eyes widened. 
"He came in while you were naked?"

"Yeah," Bryan suddenly recalled that Damian had asked him not to 
mention anything about Danny doing the dance coaching. "He wanted to 
ask Damian about something."

"I wish I'd been there," said Jon, enviously.

"He ended up having his photograph taken with me," said Bryan. "It 
was really strange though, because I was still naked and he had all 
his clothes on. Damian gave me copies of the prints, so I'll let you 
see them sometime. Before he left, Danny asked Damian to set up a 
shoot with me."

Now Jon really did look envious. "A shoot with Danny? Will it be a 
naked shoot? I'd give anything to do a shoot with Danny."

Bryan gave his friend a long, considering look. Why was Jon so eager 
to do a shoot with Danny? Sure, Danny was good-looking, and he was 
amazing in the photosets, but Jon had never even met him.

"So do you feel a bit happier about doing the naked stuff now, 
Bryan?" Jack asked.

"A bit," said Bryan. "I'm OK as long as I don't think about who's 
going to be looking at the pictures. I mean, I don't mind you guys 
seeing them, but Mum and Dad will get to see them and people like..." 
he nodded towards the wall that adjoined Rachel's bedroom. "You've 
got to promise me that when they appear on the site, you won't go 
looking at them when she's around. You can come over to my house and 
use the computer any time you like; just don't let her see them."

"We won't," Jon promised. "Besides, we don't even have access to the 
nude site yet, until my free account gets opened. And once I finally 
get my new computer, it won't be a problem anyway." He reached 
towards a bedside cabinet and pulled out a large brown envelope, 
similar to the one Bryan had under his mattress at home. "These are 
some prints from my last session," he said, a little nervously. 
"Damian gave them to me because he can't use them on the site. 
You'll see why."

Curious, Bryan took the pictures that Jon held out to him. The top 
one showed his friend naked, sitting on what looked like a steel 
table, his legs wide open and his cock half-hard. He moved this to 
one aside to look at the second picture and gasped in shock. In this 
one, Jon sat on the same table, but now his pubes were gone and his 
dick was rock solid and pointing straight up towards his stomach. 
"Shit!" The word left Bryan's mouth before he had chance to stop it. 
"You've got a boner," he said, stating the obvious. And then he 
started to giggle.

Jon looked slightly offended and turned to look questioningly at his 
brother.

Jack gave a shrug and a smile. "At least he didn't run out 
screaming," he said.

"I'm sorry," said Bryan, trying to get himself under control. "It's 
not that it's funny or anything, it's just that I've never... well.. 
you know... I've never seen another guy with a boner before. It's 
erm," he searched for something to say. "It's very nice," he said, 
and then started to giggle again. "You really let Damian take a 
picture of you with a boner?" he asked, knowing it was a silly 
question, since the evidence was right in front of his eyes. 

"It felt good," said Jon. "I'm going to go ahead and do some 
pictures for the boner site."

"The boner site?" Bryan's laughter stopped instantly. "What boner 
site?"

"Apparently there's a third site with pictures of boys with boners 
on it. Damian wouldn't tell me much about it, but he's going to show 
it to me sometime."

This sort of made sense to Bryan. He'd been wondering about this 
role-play and other stuff that kept getting mentioned. Any pictures 
that were taken of that sort of thing must be appearing on this 
mystery site, as he'd been unable to find anything like that on the 
'nude' site. He briefly passed on to Jon and Jack the small amount 
of information he'd managed to gather about themes, role play, and 
shows. "Damian says he's going to get us in together one day this 
week and tell us all about it," he added.

"It sounds fun," said Jon, grinning. "Would you go for something 
like that?"

"I don't know," said Bryan. "Definitely not until I knew what it 
was." No one had ever even seen him with a boner, let alone 
photographed him with one. He looked at the picture again. Jon's 
dick sure looked big when hard. He wondered how it compared with his 
own.

"Maybe we can do a boner set together," suggested Jon.

"Maybe," Bryan replied, uncertainly.

The boys spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and speculating 
about what Damian might be going to tell them later in the week. Jon 
mentioned that he thought Jack would make a good model and Bryan 
agreed, but Jack just shook his head and laughed.

Just before tea time, Jon's younger brother, Toby, appeared. He said 
hello to Bryan, and then informed the boys that his mother had sent 
him up to tell them that there were some sandwiches ready for them 
downstairs. The four of them went down, Bryan glancing rather 
apprehensively at the door to Rachel's room as he passed, but to his 
relief it remained firmly closed. 

After they had eaten, the boys sat in the lounge and watched a 
movie. About half way through, there was the sound of the front door 
closing, and Jon informed Bryan that that would be Rachel going out 
to meet her friends. This, as far as Bryan was concerned, was good 
news. He had no desire to come face to face with Rachel again. That 
one short encounter had been quite enough.

When the movie finished they took turns playing games on the Xbox. 
Bryan was unfamiliar with the games that they played and he was 
soundly beaten by both Jon and Toby. He did just manage to beat 
Jack, though he suspected that the older boy had let him win in 
order that he wouldn't feel totally humiliated. Jon probably 
suspected the same thing, if the knowing looks that he was giving 
his brother were anything to go by.

At some time after ten o'clock, Sonia put her head around the door 
and suggested that it was getting late. She appeared to be directing 
the comment mainly at Toby, who was definitely not happy about the 
idea of being singled out, even if he was the youngest; though the 
eleven-year-old was somewhat mollified when the other boys agreed to 
go up to bed as well.

"You go use the bathroom first," Jack told Toby, as the boys filed 
into the bedroom. "And get a shower, because you smell."

"Do not," Toby argued. "And why do I have to go first anyway?"

"Because you're the smallest and I'll beat the crap out of you if 
you don't," said Jack, pleasantly.

Toby gave a giggle that Bryan noticed was almost identical to Jon's 
boyish giggle, and began pulling off his clothes.

"You have the bed against the wall," Jon told Bryan, indicating the 
two beds that were pushed right up together. This meant that Bryan 
would have to climb over Jon's bed in order to get into his own. 
"You'll be much safer in that one," Jon continued. "A while ago, one 
of Jack's friends was staying over and he had this outer bed. Toby 
had to go to the bathroom to pee in the middle of the night and when 
he came back he forgot he was supposed to be sleeping on the floor 
and he got into bed with the guy."

"It wasn't my fault," Toby protested, in the process of stepping out 
of his shorts. "If you didn't always make me sleep on the floor, it 
wouldn't have happened." Now naked, he put his hands on his hips and 
glared at Jon.

"I have to sleep on the floor when you have a friend stay over," Jon 
countered, glaring back.

"Alright kiddies," laughed Jack. Putting his hands on Toby's 
shoulders and turning him in the direction of the door. "If you're 
going to start fighting I'll put you both out on the landing to 
sleep. Go use the bathroom, Toby."

Toby, with a mercurial change of mood, gave a happy grin and 
sauntered out of the room.

Bryan suppressed a gasp. "He's gone out with nothing on," he said to 
Jon. "What if someone sees him?" The young teen had been surprised 
about the completely uninhibited way in which the younger boy had 
stripped off completely in front of his brothers and one of their 
friends, but to then see him nonchalantly leave the bedroom in this 
state had come as a real shock.

"Toby doesn't bother about that," Jon laughed. "And Jack's just as 
bad. Don't worry, we won't make you go out like that."

"Bloody right you won't," Bryan muttered, with a short laugh.

"One of you two can go when he comes back if you like," said Jack, 
who was already pulling off his own clothes.

"We can go together," suggested Jon, and he too started to get 
undressed.

Feeling a little awkward, Bryan followed suit and pulled off his 
shirt. He was relieved when Jon stopped at his shorts and sat on his 
bed to wait for Toby to get back. Bryan also stripped to his shorts 
and sat down next to his friend. Jack, however, stripped completely, 
and picking up a magazine, he crawled onto his bed and lay on his 
back, reading.

Almost against his will, Bryan's eyes were drawn to Jack's body, 
taking in the older boy's nicely muscled torso, his six-pack 
stomach, and, of course, his dick and balls and the thick bush of 
dark pubic hair, so much more developed than Bryan's own barely 
pubescent package. The sight made Bryan feel extremely self-
conscious about his comparative lack of growth in that area. He 
recalled that Jack had seen his naked pictures on the CD, and he 
wondered if the fifteen-year-old had been secretly laughing at the 
sight of his small dick and his lack of pubes. He dismissed that 
thought immediately; he knew that he was being stupid. Even with the 
little he knew of Jack, he was pretty certain that the teen would 
never do anything like that.

Toby returned a few minutes later, still drying himself with a towel 
as he came in. Bryan picked up his toiletries bag and followed Jon 
out of the bedroom and along the short landing to the bathroom. He 
felt extremely exposed, walking around a strange house in just his 
under-shorts, and he fervently hoped that Jon's mother, or even 
worse, Rachel, wasn't going to suddenly appear and see him like 
this.

Luckily there was no one around and Bryan gave a soft sigh of relief 
as they entered the bathroom and Jon slid the bolt on the door.

"You want a shower?" Jon asked.

Bryan shrugged. "Not bothered. Are you getting one?"

Jon shook his head. "I'll get one in the morning."

"OK, I'll do that as well then."

"I need to pee." Jon stepped over to the toilet and, in full view of 
Bryan, he pulled open the slit in the front of his shorts, took out 
his dick, and released the pale-yellow stream into the toilet bowl.

Bryan watched, mesmerised for a moment and then pulled his eyes 
away, concentrating instead on getting his toothbrush and toothpaste 
out his bag. Jon joined him at the sink a moment later and rinsing 
his hands under the flowing cold tap, he playfully flicked the water 
from his fingers onto Bryan's bare chest.

"Arghh!" Bryan spluttered around a mouthful of toothpaste. He jumped 
back to escape the assault, and then he himself reached for the 
running tap and took his revenge on Jon.

A short fight developed, with a good deal of laughing and 
exclamations of discomfort as they splashed each other with cold 
water. 

"No, don't," Jon begged, between giggles. "We'd better stop; if we 
make too much of a mess Mum will go ape."

"OK," Bryan mumbled, glad of the opportunity to spit the toothpaste 
from his mouth, since it was already running down his chin. Besides 
which, they were both pretty wet by this stage, and Bryan had a 
large wet patch on the front of his shorts where Jon had tossed a 
handful of water at him.

They dried themselves and Jon quickly ran a towel around the floor 
to mop up the mess they had made. Then, while Jon cleaned his teeth, 
Bryan took a pee, being careful to keep his back to his friend; some 
things were meant to be done in private.

"We'll take a couple of towels with us ready for morning," Jon 
suggested as they finished up.

"Why?" Bryan asked, puzzled.

"You want to do the trip naked?"

"No, course not."

Jon shrugged. "It's up to you. But I'm taking one. We always sleep 
naked, and if I take a towel I won't have to bother looking for 
shorts in the morning until after I've had my shower. Jack doesn't 
bother, but I don't want Rachel catching me naked on the landing; 
she'd never let me forget that."

"You sleep in the bare?"

"Yeah. We always have. But you don't have to if you don't want. A 
couple of Toby's friends sleep in their undies, but all of Jack's 
friends always sleep naked when they stay over."

"Oh, OK." That sort of settled it for Bryan. He really wasn't keen 
on the idea of spending the night naked, since he never even did 
that in his own room at home. However, if it was a choice of 
appearing more like Jack's friends than Toby's friends, then it 
really was no choice at all.

The two boys returned to the bedroom, carrying their towels. They 
found Jack still in the same position on his bed, reading his 
magazine. Toby had crawled beneath the bedclothes on the mattress on 
the floor. As Bryan entered the room, Toby began to laugh and 
pointed at the wet patch on the front of the young teen's shorts.

"Bryan's wet himself," the youngest brother giggled.

"It's just water," said Bryan, quickly.

"Yeah, sure," laughed Toby. 

"Take no notice," Jon told his friend. He looked at his brother. "If 
you don't shut up, we'll make you eat the shorts and then you'll 
find out whether it's water or not."

Toby pulled a face and put his hand over his mouth, but he continued 
to giggle.

"If you guys are done, I'll use the bathroom," said Jack, getting up 
from the bed. He stretched and then, naked, left the bedroom.

"You have the strangest family," Bryan observed. "Do all of you walk 
around with nothing on?"

Jon shrugged. "Not really. It's just not something we worry about. 
I've seen Dad in the shower a couple of times when he hasn't locked 
the bathroom door, but I've never seen Mum or Rachel with nothing 
on. Mum's walked in on me in the shower once or twice, and that 
doesn't really bother me, but I'm much more careful to bolt the 
bathroom door these days because I don't want Rachel catching me."

"None of my family have seen me naked for ages," said Bryan. "Except 
for Dad seeing the pictures on the CD," he added. "Robert sometimes 
walks around in his boxers, but it's years since I've seen his 
willy."

"Does Robert look like you?" Jon asked.

"Sort of, I guess. We both have the same colour hair and people say 
we look alike. But he's slimmer than me; for his height anyway."

"Have you seen his girlfriend yet?" Jon asked. He casually pushed 
his shorts down and stepped out of them.

"No. He keeps her well hidden. She must be so ugly."

Jon frowned. "If he looks like you, there's no need for him to have 
an ugly girlfriend."

"What? Oh, erm, maybe." Bryan hadn't been paying attention to what 
Jon had said. His eyes had been fixed on the boy's shaved groin. 
Even though he'd already seen it, this was the first time since the 
shaving that Bryan had seen Jon totally naked, and the lack of pubic 
hair somehow made the thirteen-year-old look much younger.

"You like it?" Jon asked with a smile, noting the direction of 
Bryan's gaze. 

"It's sort of different," said Bryan, tactfully.

"He's got even less hair than me now," Toby chimed in.

"Hardly," Jon laughed. "Except for a few hairs on your balls, you've 
none at all. And you won't even have those if Jack carries out his 
threat to pull them out."

"Ouch!" said Bryan. "That would hurt."

"Yeah, wouldn't it just?" Jon grinned. "Anyway, are you going to get 
into bed? Otherwise you'll have to climb over the top of me."

"Yeah, OK." Trying to act as though he wasn't in the least bit self-
conscious, Bryan removed his shorts and added them to the pile of 
his other clothes. He could feel Toby's eyes on him and knew that 
the younger boy was having a good look. Then he crawled on his hands 
and knees over Jon's bed to reach the bed against the wall, and 
pulled the duvet over him, covering himself up. Jon climbed into the 
outer bed. With the two beds pushed up together, it was almost as 
though they were sharing one large one, except that they had 
separate duvets.

Jack returned a couple of minutes later. He turned on a lamp by the 
side of his bed and then turned out the main bedroom light.

"You were a long time in the bathroom," Toby observed. "Were you 
having a wank?"

"Not all us spend all our time playing with our dinky-winkies," Jack 
replied. "If you left yours alone for more than five minutes at a 
time, it might have chance to grow a bit more."

"I bet you do it more than I do," said Toby.

"Not a chance," Jack laughed. "I prefer to go for quality rather 
than quantity." He got into his bed.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"You will. Now go to sleep." Jack turned out the light.

There was silence for a few seconds and then Toby started to giggle.

"What's the matter now?" asked Jack

"I got something funny to tell you. What do you call a man with no 
arms and no legs but who can swim really fast?"

"I don't know," Jack sighed.

"Clever dick."

There was an assortment of groans from around the room, which only 
seemed to encourage Toby even more and he began to recite one joke 
after another, each equally as bad as the first. Suddenly there was 
the sound of a loud fart.

"Toby!" Jack turned the light back on and glared at his brother.

"Why blame me?" Toby looked offended.

"Because it's always you."

Toby lifted the edge of his duvet and sniffed underneath. "Now you 
come to mention it, it is a bit whiffy down here." He started to 
laugh as he wafted the duvet up and down.

"Right, that's it. You're going out." Jack climbed out of bed and 
whipped Toby's duvet away from him.

Bryan raised himself up so that he could see what was happening, 
just as Toby, his small cock fully erect, rolled over onto his 
stomach, laughing and squealing.

Jack bent and got his arms around his youngest brother's middle, 
lifted him up and started dragging him towards the door.

"No, Jack, please," Toby begged, trying to control his laughter. 
"I've got a boner. Someone might see."

Both Bryan and Jon were now also laughing. It appeared that there 
were limits to even Toby's apparent lack of inhibitions. He didn't 
seem to mind his mother or sister seeing him naked, but he didn't 
want them seeing him hard. The fact that he had a boner was plain to 
see, as he wriggled and squirmed in Jack's grasp.

"Jack. I won't do it again. I promise."

"You'd better not," Jack laughed, releasing the boy and giving him a 
sharp slap across his arse cheeks as the youngster scuttled back to 
his bed. "If all four of us started doing it, we'd probably all end 
up poisoned."

Toby, now once more safely beneath his duvet, stuck his tongue out 
at his brother.

Jack merely continued to laugh as he got back into his own bed and 
once more put out the light.

"What do a Rubix Cube and a willy have in common?"

"TOBY!"

"Sorry, Jack." Toby gave a soft giggle and fell silent.

Bryan lay listening to the soft sounds of the other boys' breathing. 
This was the first time he'd slept in a room with a group of boys, 
and he decided that sharing a room might be sort of fun. Eventually 
he drifted off to sleep.


The story continues in Chapter 10: Jack's Secret, coming soon. 
 
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