The Symposium

The Symposium Chapter 08: Pretty As A Picture

This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.

Iain woke up alone in his bed. Semen from the previous night had dried on the sheets; he'd have to wash them before work. He stretched wide on the bed, his sheet wrapped around his waist, just above his pubis. He pressed his hand against his flat stomach and pushed his fingers towards his cock. It was firm but not hard as he closed his eyes and...

Iain got out of bed. Early morning wanks were a luxury he didn't have time for if he wanted to be ready on time. Callum was already out of the shower; Iain could hear him moving about in his room. An artificial glow peeked out from the edge of Callum's bedroom door, which was not quite shut.

The bathroom was warm from the hot water and steam of Callum's shower, Iain tossed his towel over the edge of the bath and turned on the shower. It was hot within a minute. Iain washed away the debris of last night, loosening the sticky crust of cum that spotted his back.

Iain looked up into the shower as the water beat down on his face and washed away the feelings he identified as resembling shame.

Shame that he was attracted to a man? No.

Shame that he was attracted to Callum? Maybe.

Shame that he did not know if his sexuality had a label, so often abhorred by most, that would help him sort out his confusion? Maybe.

Iain knew he had been turned on by Finn and others during his interview. And been turned on by clients since then too. But he had not rationalised what that meant for him: could he ever date a man, call one his boyfriend, fall in love with a man?

Iain turned off the water and dripped dry in the silence.

Always so confident and assured, Iain was disconcerted by his uncertainty. When vying for his job at the Symposium, he deliberately exploited his sex to secure it. Now he wondered if he had, deep down, been trying to explore the foot of the ice berg.

Callum and Iain at breakfast, chatted, bantered, joked and jibed in their usual inimitable fashion. Iain was glad that nearly having sex with his cousin last night had not changed their dynamic.

"Oh, I nearly forgot," Iain said as they prepared to pull on their coats and gathered their things for the day ahead. "Happy birthday."

Callum smiled appreciatively. "Nearly forgot, huh?" he asked sceptically.

Iain shrugged and revealed a new scarf; dark purple, knitted, long and warm. He knotted it around Callum's neck.

"I thought you might like this." Iain said.

"Thanks," he smelled the new wool and pulled the knot a bit tighter, snuggling into the scarf.

The two lad hugged and then pulled on their jackets.

"I got you a book too. And a DVD. And also..."

"Spoilers!" Iain admonished.

"...An invisible pink unicorn."

The early morning of late November was cold but dry. The sky was dark and cloudless, the horizon not yet aglow with sunlight. The streets were quiet and the traffic light: the red, amber and green of the traffic lights dazzling in the black of night that would very shortly end.

Walking into the Symposium was always rather delightful. The foyer and concourse were always brightly lit with a radiance that resembled natural light as much as was possible by artificial emitters. It was warm too, such that shorts and t-shirts (or whatever management cooked up for their attire each day) were the most comfortable choice for staff.

It was busier than normal for the early hour of the day. The Symposium was open 24 hours day, with night shift's skeleton staff usually winding down by now, but this morning's activity and bustle was unexpectedly robust. Some facilities were closes at night and others were only available during `regular working hours' so their staff held 9-5 jobs, Callum and Iain, Finn and Paul, Amir and Simon, and many others usually worked 12 hour days; such that they usually missed all the daylight hours during a winters day.

But this morning, everyone seemed to be in. Several dozen people occupied the concourse – Iain was able to identify most of them as staff, with the few clients and customers giving the crowd a wide berth. They were all well dressed too: their uniforms pristine and tidy.

"Did I miss a memo or something?" Callum asked.

"I dunno," Iain replied, whispering back. Whispering loudly to be heard over the commotion. "Maybe it's a surprise?" he added, hopefully.

"It's defiantly a surprise." Callum agreed. "But what kind?"

"Good morning, boys." Mr Douglas called when he spotted them.

Finn, looked around at them and grinned, then whispered something to Mr Douglas. They could not hear what he said, a few seconds later they were close enough for normal conversational volume.

"Callum and Iain, nice to see you guys. Nice weekend off?" he asked.

"Fine thanks." Iain replied.

"Yea, great... what's going on?" Callum asked.

"You don't know?" Mr Douglas asked, his voice very nearly genuine. Except the lads had met him! And so knew when he was up to something. He continued, "We're having a new staff photo taken."

"That's right, and we're just thrilled for you two to be part of the Symposium Athletic Club's family." Finn added, "In honour of the Greek essays that gave the club it's name and the spirit of the Greek's attitude to sexuality we thought you might like to have a bit of fun with the photo shoot?"

"I rather thought, in honour of your birthday day Callum, you might like to wear the suit that goes with it." Mr Douglas said, nonchalantly.

Birthday suit. Clever.

Finn didn't give him a chance to refuse or object, "Of course, it would be unfair to ask you to do that alone so Iain can join you. You can stand side by side, hip to hip."

A shout from the reception caught their attention, the photographer announcing to Mr Douglas that he was almost ready. He left the conversation and marched towards the photographer, leaving Finn with the lads.

"You two hop into the locker room," Finn instructed. "It looks like we're nearly ready."

Iain followed Callum into the locker room where they spotted Paul pulling up his socks and tying his laces.

"Morning." Paul said brightly.

He jumped to his feet and gave Callum a big hug. Then a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning," Callum replied. "Did you know about all of this?" he asked.

"I thought everyone knew about all of this?" Paul responded uncertainly.

"Do I get a hug?" Iain asked, cheekily.

Paul hugged Iain too.

"And a kiss on the cheek?"

"Don't push it."

"Hmm, what a surprise that we didn't know." Callum said as he sat down to take off his trainers.

"Are you Mr Grumpy-Face today?" Paul asked amiably.

"Yes."

"He's getting crabbit in his old age, Paul." Iain mocked.

"You're older than I am." Callum pointed out.

"But I'm young at heart," Iain responded. "I get older but remain breathtakingly immature."

"You can say that again."

"But I'm young at heart. I get older..."

Paul gently cuffed the back of Iain's head in reprimand. "Don't be facetious."

"Ok," Iain replied. "You wanna leave us to get undressed?"

"I was gonna take pictures!" Paul announced.

"Don't be facetious."

Iain and Callum undressed unceremoniously; tossing their trainers, socks, joggers and underwear, t-shirts and hoodies into an open locker and locking it. They stood side by side, naked, and felt the other's warmth by their hip. When they turned to face one another, they were close enough for their flaccid penises to glance against each other.

They were saved from deciding what to do next by a call from the locker room entrance; Finn was leaning in from the concourse, where the noise was still substantial.

"You guys nearly..." he spotted Iain's bare arse and a glimpse of Callum's penis. "Oh, good. Well, a couple of minutes and we're good to go. Callum, you can stand in front of Paul and Iain, in front of me. Squeaky bum time, guys." Finn was gone again.

"You can stand in front of Paul..." Iain said. "There's a joke to be made there." He jested.

"You can talk. Finn wants you to be his bottom." Callum retorted, genially.

"Yea..." he replied, noncommittally. "Can I ask? You and Paul have," Iain paused, choosing his words carefully. "You've had sex right?"

"Yea." Callum said.

"It wasn't you're first time, obviously." Iain continued.

"Obviously?" Callum said, voice raised in mock offence. "I'm exactly the village bicycle."

Iain ignored it, but smiled, "Was it Paul's first time?"

"No. He's done `that' before." Callum replied, making clear the practice had served him well.

"I've had sex with lots of women but still not done `that' with a man." Iain confided. "It feels strange to think about having a second first-time, y'know?"

"I know." Callum replied. His mind flashed to last night –they nearly did `that' last night.

"Boy's?" Mr Douglas stood like a silent sentinel at the locker room entrance. "Let's go."

The lads made their way back to the concourse. Their bare feet felt the warm floor underfoot, but only served to remind them of their nudity.

"I'm guessing it would be preposterous to suggest we should have something to wear?" Iain ventured to Mr Douglas.

Mr Douglas turned and smiled. "My two favourite, photogenic employees would hardly be recognised in a staff photo if they were fully clothed." He replied, mocking the reality of their position. "Perhaps a pair of shorts, if you're feeling shy?"

Iain smiled and remembered when he first interviewed and how shyness had not been an issue then. Impressing and getting a well-paid job (and the Symposium was certainly that) had been the issue.

"I don't think that will be necessary." Iain said, passing the older man as he entered full view of the foyer and flashing two men who were hovering at the main entrance.

Callum stood at his side a moment later. "Don't think that'll be necessary?" Callum whispered.

"Give the people what they want." Iain replied, winking. "He'll give us something to wear when the photo shoot finishes." Iain purported, confidently.

"You think?" Callum asked; Iain nodded. "You wanna bet?" Callum solicited, Iain nodded. "What?"

"A blank cheque." Iain suggested.

"Deal."

The man behind the camera made several adjustments to the men and boys lined up in front of him. The chorus of staff were arrayed facing the reception and main entrance, with the coffee bar (and beyond the observation window to the pool) on their left. To their right the glass lift and access to the training rooms. Beyond the vast wall behind them was the locker room.

With north of fifty staff line up for the picture, five rows had been set up with platforms at the back for people to stand on and the row in front standing slightly lower. The front two rows stood on the bare floor. Callum and Iain were positioned at the right of the picture.

A couple of test shots went off.

Iain felt a hand on his bum. So did Callum.

Iain looked around between shots; Finn was very pleased with himself and grinned at Iain who was powerless to stop the inevitable. Callum wondered if he ought to feel annoyed at Paul who was about to give him an erection, on camera, in the middle of the main entrance. But deep down he was turned on and a half-second glance at Iain reassured him. His cousin's cock was also fattening and hardening.

The camera man was finally ready to start and if he thought there was anything strange about everyone in their best uniforms except for two naked, semi-hard hotties he did not say anything.

The flash of the camera was dazzling and took several shots before their vision settled. In between shots, Iain and Callum felt hands on their arses and eventually fingers pressing against their sphincters.

Iain felt his nipples harden almost as much as his cock and the fist of Finn's fingers to press inside was clasped by the tightening of his anal sphincters. He glanced at Callum in between camera shots and saw Callum's cock head glow under the lights and then under the flash from another picture.

Great a clear shot of him staring at his cousin's cock!

The camera man changed his position while Finn and Paul continued to finger-fuck Iain and Callum respectively.

Iain felt a flush of embarrassment when he noticed several clients and gym users taking up spectator positions out of shot of the camera. One of the men was Stanley Millwood, who Iain recalled had said he might attend the gym. Worse were the seventeen year old school boys who were Callum's first group of the morning. Iain felt a small measure of relief that he, hopefully, would not have to face them.

More flashes, more pictures. More fingers.

Being horney, young and virile; they both had the capacity to last when they had to and explode quickly when stamina was not called for. So it was no surprise that it took only minutes for their untouched cocks to leak and then ejaculate hot salty cum.

The money shot was caught on film!

As the camera man set up another series of shots, Iain and Callum were handed a pair of dark navy shorts. They came to mid-thigh and were relatively decent. The sort of attire regular staff wore all the time and that they were often denied in favour of more exploitative clothing.

"Put these on." Finn said, "Hopefully we'll get a few pictures the Symposium will actually be allowed to use."

From anyone else the words might have been nasty, but they were not intended to be from Finn. Finn had remained their reliable benign tormentor and benefactor in equal measure – positioning them for participation in their humiliation rather than forcing them.

Ten minutes later and the Symposium's staff were immortalised in a grand staff photo; with Iain and Callum in the front row. Their chest glistening with sweat, their feet bare, their shorts riding so low a hint of pubic bush was visible. But the photo's would be decent enough to pass censorship.

The group returned to a noisy rabble as Callum and Iain headed back to the locker room, then Paul followed.

"I hope you're not mad?" Paul asked Callum.

Iain wanted to be elsewhere if they were going to have an awkward heart to heart but now could not escape without being obvious.

"About what?" Callum replied.

"You know... back there when I had my fingers... back there." He joked.

"Oh, no sweetie." Callum replied. "I'm not mad about that. Who doesn't enjoy anal masturbation in front of a crowd and a camera."

Paul joined Callum in laughing.

"You don't want to date me, do you?" Callum said, quite suddenly that it surprised him too.

Paul meant to say "Uhhh..." but didn't quite manage it.

After a beat Paul replied, "Sorry, I meant to say: what?"

Callum meant t say "It's alright, I think it's better this way." But didn't quite manage it.

"What?" asked Paul.

"It's ok. Really. I think." Callum replied. "I mean; it's ok with me if it's ok with you? I just kinda feel our hearts aren't really in this... thing... between us."

"I really like you though." Paul said, as if he had said something to cause offence.

"I really like you too. But," Callum paused, judging it all one last time before saying it out loud. "We are just friends, aren't we?"

Paul nodded.

"You're my adorably skinny, slightly awkward but incredibly bright friend who, just F.Y.I. is really great in bed. And I'm your tall, hot, manly stud with a big... brain." Callum said.

"But you're modest and that's why we love you." Iain interjected for the first time.

Paul clicked his fingers and pointed in acquiescence to Iain's claim.

"I didn't want to break up with you on your birthday. And I wanted you. And I still fancy you. But I can't date you." Paul said in a rush.

Callum kissed Paul's head.

"Let's agree to remain amicable." Callum said.

"Ok."

"Did you notice Lee is here, from the Lord Gower?" Callum said innocently, in reference to the school group he would soon be training.

"Eh... so? What's your point?" Paul said; but blushed profusely.

"Nothing." Callum replied but smiled devilishly.

Callum pulled on trainers without socks.

"Are you ok?" Iain asked.

"Yea. Really, I am. I think Paul is too. Is that weird?" Callum replied.

Iain shrugged and hugged his cousin, their naked chests pressing and causing stirring in their shorts. When they parted, each looked into a face so much like their own. Mirror image.

Callum left for his training session with the Lord Gower Grammar School boys. Iain's one-on-one session would be done before theirs and Iain made a mental not to drop in if he got the chance.

Iain pulled on his own trainers and exited the locker room. Shorts and trainers, nothing else – Iain enjoyed the sensation of being almost undressed almost as much as he enjoyed being naked. Iain re-entered the concourse and spotted a `CAUTION: WET FLOOR' sign marking where his and Callum's cum had been wiped up. He passed the entrance to the training corridor and the glass lift and stopped outside the office that was secured with a code panel. From the office, Iain collected the training regime record for Stanley and set off for the training rooms.

He peeked into the room where Callum and the boys were already busy with rowing machines. The boys legs like matchsticks compared to Callum's longer, leaner, more muscular legs. Jason, the older boy who Iain recalled acted as de facto leader, was shirtless – Iain took a moment to appreciate his developed and dark good looks (that seemed faintly familiar) and slightly hairy chest.

Iain had always been repulsed by the word hairy' for some reason. It just sounded repulsive. Jason couldn't really be called hairy anyway; Iain regarded hairy as meaning lots of hair', not just `there is here there'.

Iain wasn't sure where his mind was going these days.

He had to turn back towards his destination, having passed the room during his absent-minded musing. He pushed into the room to find Stanley, a man he had went to school with, who had seen him nearly naked a few weeks ago and whom Iain realised he found very attractive. Stanley was six foot and had a broad build, his t-shirt was tight fitting and showed off big upper arms and a six pack – albeit one that needed a little tightening up. Stanley wore shorts that revealed legs that were tanned and peppered with black hair, his ankles hidden by white socks that slipped into white trainers. His hair was as short as when Iain last saw it – which now must be a few months ago – and the designer stubble remained in place along his jaw and cheeks.

Iain admired him silently from the doorway, watching as Stanley bent over to touch his toe and stretched up, lifting the hem of his t-shirt just enough to reveal a black treasure trail on tanned skin.

"Oh, hi." He said when he spotted Iain.

"Good morning." Iain replied.

Stanley smiled, "I was a bit early today. Couldn't help but notice the photo shoot."

"That wasn't the only thing that shot." Iain bantered back instantly and self-depricatingly, causing Stanley to laugh.

"Yea, I noticed that too." He led out a hand and Iain shook it.

"I noticed," Iain began as he got his hand back and opened the folder in his other hand, "That you've not been in for nearly six months?"

"Yea. I was sent abroad for work for 3 months. After that I was just a bit lazy." Stanley replied.

"Lazy?" Iain repeated, looking him up and down: he was still in great shape. "You don't look like you've been lazy for six months."

"I took days off."

They both laughed.

"So, you had a training regime – are you happy to continue with that or do you want me to do something else with you?" Iain asked.

Stanley had the look of a man who had a few ideas about what he wanted Iain to do to him.

Iain caught on and laughed, "You know how sometimes you hear something in your head, and it sounds fine, but then you say it out loud..."

Stanley smiled at the memory of saying something very similar on. "I ken that." He replied. "I was happy with my previous plan. We can work from that, if that's ok?"

"Great. Do you prefer Stanley or Stan?" Iain asked politely.

"Stan is fine."

The session started like any other and had all the hallmarks of being entirely ordinary until Stanley stopped and cried out in pain. "Old injury," He reported, "Hamstring."

If he hadn't had the good grace to look embarrassed, Iain might have doubted Stan's integrity. But the moment he tried to take a step, it was obvious he was not faking.

"I'll try to stretch it out." Stan said.

"No, wait - sit down." Iain replied, prompting a raised eyebrow from Stan. "Tight hamstrings need stretching, but massage can help to stretch the muscle sideways or transversely, increase blood flow and relax the muscle – all of which help make stretching easier."

"You're the boss." Stan replied, taking a seat.

Iain pulled over another chair and extended Stan's leg straight out until it rested on the other chair. Wedged between the chairs, Iain knelt in front of Stan and put his hands on the man's leg.

"Tell me where it hurts the most, I'm going to feel around a bit." Iain said, looking up when he heard Stan smile. "Shut up." Iain added.

Iain located the most painful areas and then began to gently but firmly rub and stroke using his fingers and the palm of his hand. Iain enjoyed the feel of the muscle beneath his hand, the warmth of Stan's leg against his hand and his closeness to Stanley's body. Iain felt sweat on his back and improper thoughts started to dominate as his vision slipped from Stan's leg to his crotch.

Iain's hand had slid far up Stan's leg, pushing the shorts up almost to his groin, exposing the entire upper leg. Iain continued to press the most painful points directly with his fingers and the flatness and bluntness of his palm to apply direct stimulation to the hamstring.

It wasn't the only thing being stimulated.

Stan's dick was growing and when Iain noticed, he tested the water by sliding his hand up and closer to Stan's balls. Iain's finger tip just brushed the edge of Stan's brief-clad testicles and Iain could feel Stan's pulse quicken.

"It's kinda hot in here." Iain said, taking his hands off of Stan's legs to brush sweat from his chest, his fingers brushing his own nipples.

"Yea, it is," Stan replied. "Maybe I should take my shirt off? Cool down a bit?"

His hamstring was feeling much better, Iain could feel it easing under his fingers. Stan lifted his t-shirt at the bottom and pulled it up. As it rose and covered Stan's face, Iain took the opportunity to examine Stan's furry chest and the dark hair of his armpit. Stan dropped the t-shirt on the floor.

Iain's hands left the hamstring and gripped Stan's shorts and underwear. Stan dropped his injured leg to the floor and lifted his bum then Iain pulled the shorts and underwear down. A fat 7 inch cock bounced into view.

Iain pushed the clothes to Stan's ankles then leaned over Stan's crotch and lifted his cock so it pointed towards the ceiling, then he lowered his face over Stan's dick and pushed it into his mouth.

Stan made approving noises as Iain's head moved up and down the shaft. Iain put his hands on Stan's knees and pushed them slightly apart for better access. Iain pulled one of Stan's trainer clad feet out of the tangle of clothes and Stan's legs parted more.

It was not long before Stan's breathing quickened.

"How far have you gone with a man?" Stan asked, but struggling and failing to keep his voice normal.

Iain took his mouth away, "This far." he replied – moving his hands to Stan's hips and pulling him up.

Stan completed the prompt and stood, cock pointing into Iain's face. Iain moved his hands to Stan's arse and began to massage his anus. He put his mouth over Stan's cock again and sucked.

Stan's arse was getting wet, his cock was leaking and finally he announced he was nearing climax.

"I'm gonna cum!" he said breathlessly.

Iain withdrew Stan's dick from his mouth let him cum on his face. Cum landed on his chest too. Stan took hold of his own dick and squeezed it, then wiped it across Iain's lips. Iain licked it and cleaned up Stan's cock head.

Iain's own dick was painfully hard. Stan told him to lie down – Iain lay flat on his back and Stan hovered over him, lowering himself to kiss Iain's lips and then suck at his nipple. Stan's shorts were still around one ankle, but he moved easily in his nearly naked state, with his belly pressed close to Iain's as they kissed again.

Stan moved down and pulled Iain's shots off with great satisfaction. It was with equal satisfaction that he tossed the shorts across the room. He griped Iain's dick and began to wank it expertly. His head dipped down once; to like the head of Iain's dick, pushing the foreskin back with his lips and making the shaft wet and sleek.

Stan stoked Iain's dick and rubbed the head with his thumb until Iain was ready to cum. When he did, Stan aimed it well, spurting all over Iain's chest - Iain's cum mixing with Stan's. Stan leaned over him again; their chests touching, smearing the cum between their bodies and Stan kissed Iain again.

Iain pushed his tongue into Stan's mouth and Stanley reciprocated.

"We should get together some time?" Stan suggested, sitting next to Iain as he put his foot back into his shorts and underwear and pulled them up.

Iain was still lying flat on his back as Stan got a towel to wipe his chest before pulling his t-shirt back on.

"Yea. We could get together." Iain replied.

"Sometimes it's good to give your wrist a rest." Stan said but then smiled, "I mean, unless you're wanking off another guy. Which is a totally different wrist action. Different kind of workout, ken?"

Iain looked at him before replying, "This is kinda new to me. I'm not out'... I don't even know if there's an out' for me to be." He laughed at his own absurdity. "Are you telling me I need to practice something or something?"

"Not at all, you're a natural. I'll leave you my number, yea? If nothing else, my hamstring is much better and I'd love to train with you again... without the sever leg pain `n' stuff." Stan smiled apologetically for causing the session to go a little off track.

"See you next time." Iain agreed.

Stan extended his hand and helped Iain to stand. Still naked, bar his trainers, and covered in blobs of cum Iain expressed no sense of shame. Stan had packed his things haphazardly into his sports bag and Iain showed Stan to the door of the training room.

Stanley had expected Iain to leave him there, perhaps to go back for his shorts but he did not. Iain stepped into the corridor with him.

"You're really fit, y'know." Iain said, "You hardly need a trainer. Seems like you do well to keep for yourself."

"I like being pushed and to test myself." Stan replied.

"I know what you mean." Iain agreed.

"Besides, I like the fringe benefits of this place." Stan added.

"Yea, like what?" Iain asked innocently.

Stan looked Iain up from his bare ankles to his cum soaked chest, then just winked.

They were passing Callum's training room; Iain peeked in and bode Stan farewell – he had places to go and people to do.

The six boys were all shirtless and sweaty. Iain was new to the idea of being attracted to men, the boys in the room were younger and a year away from being completely cooked – their bodies were still growing and several of them looked like they would have might builds. Conversely, some of the lads were slighter and slimmer and typically boyish and lacking in muscle tone – Lee in particular.

But Iain could see the attraction and he rationalised there was only four or five year age gap. Iain also recalled ridiculing Callum for making the same assertion.

Iain pushed into the room and stood naked in the doorway. One by one they noticed him – his total nudity and the cum and the semi he was sporting.

"Great." Said Jason, striding towards Iain. "Nice to see you again."

"Especially so much of you." Alan added.

Iain would be hard pressed to tell the boys apart; with the exception of Jason (the ringleader) and Lee (the youngest). As Jason neared him, Iain noticed a decent bulge in his shorts. Iain grabbed the bulge as soon as he was close enough.

"We enjoyed watching the photo shoot this morning. We enjoyed everything that shot in fact." Jason aid.

Iain smiled, "You're a bit of a smart arse, aren't you?"

"How many fingers did my brother in law fit up your bum before you shot on the floor?" Jason asked in a conversational tone.

"Eh? Your brother?" Iain looked blank for a moment.

"...In law. Finn's brother married my sister." Jason told Iain. "Any way, we were just saying how much we enjoyed meeting you last time. Maybe you could demonstrate a bit more stuff with Callum?" Jason suggested.

"Are you guys really not twins?" one of the lads asked Callum.

"Our dads were twins." Callum replied.

"C'mon then." Jason said, leading Iain into the centre of the room.

"I'm guessing boys have wanted to compare and contrast you guys before?" Lee asked.

"You want to check their results?" Iain proposed.

"Good idea." Alan said. Standing behind Callum he pulled his shorts down in one quick motion.

Callum was too shocked to respond so he just stood there, shirtless and with his shorts around his ankles.

"You could help him get hard." Jason suggested to Iain.

Iain had no qualms with that. He moved close to Callum and slipped the palm of his hand around Callum's balls, then rolled them around. Iain's hand moved to the shaft of Callum's cock and worked it until it was thick and hard. Iain stood beside Callum and there they were: presented to the boys in 8 inch glory.

Jason whispered something to Lee, who smiled broadly and blushed. He shook his head, but Jason was quite insistent.

"While one of you gives better head?" Jason asked; he was brash for a seventeen year old.

Callum and Iain looked at each other but didn't answer.

"Can me and Lee put you to the test?" Jason suggested. "Loser takes a snowball?"

"I'm game if you are." Iain said.

Callum took a bit of time to respond, initially resistant and ready to run away from the proposal. But something excited him – the chance to test himself against Iain? The chance to beat him? Even the field - after all, it was he who owed Iain a blank cheque.

"Let's play. But there's a condition." Callum said.

"There is?" Iain asked.

"You guys have to get naked." Callum said. If the boys had planned to slip their cock's out for a quick blowjob, they were thwarted. "Strip!" Callum instructed.

Jason was already shirtless and his arrogant youth won very quickly. He pushed his shorts down and pulled at his dick to get it going. Then he shuffled his feet out of the shorts and put his hands on his hips. He glanced at Lee, who hadn't even moved, but was in the game now whether he wanted to back out or not.

Lee pulled off his t-shirt – his skinny and pale little body was showing the first signs at his training was working; there was real muscle developing on his chest and abdomen now.

It was one of the things Callum had told a friend who protested fitness training on the grounds that he was skinny. His friend had lifted his shirt and looked good and asserted that he didn't need to work on his abs when he already looked good.

"Saying you have a six pack cause your skinny, is like saying you've got breasts cause your fat." Callum had told him, not cruelly but the others laughed anyway.

Lee's skinny frame was something Callum would be happy to work on... so to speak.

Lee dropped his t-shirt then slowly pushed down his shorts and boxers. His narrow waist led to a semi-hard penis as well as a tummy, groin, thighs and balls that were shaved smooth. He stepped out of his shorts and briefs and put on a blush.

"You lose a bet?" Callum asked.

"Actually, yea." Lee said but finally saw the funny side of being a hairless seventeen year old.

"Naked, we said." Iain asserted, "You're still wearing trainers and socks." It made a nice change for himself or Callum to be calling the shots on nudity.

The both looked at each other and then slipped their shoes and socks off so the boys were now barefoot and bare bummed.

Callum and Iain dropped to their knees as Lee and Jason stroked their dicks. On the sidelines Alan, Gregory, Eric and Barry stood back to watch their peers get sucked off by two older lads. When they were ready, Jason and Lee nodded to each other and then to Callum and Iain.

Before Iain was Jason, the tall boy who probably didn't get ID'ed when he wanted to buy alcohol. His penis was a little over six inches and ready to go.

Before Callum was the hairless younger boy who's cock was only just six inches but big knobbed from Callum's recollection – a satisfying lip on his cock head like the ridges on a ribbed condom.

The two boys pushed their cocks against Iain and Callum's lips and the competition began. Iain's lips pressed tightly on Jason's cock and deep throated the cock easily. Jason helped with occasional thrusts towards Iain's face.

Callum's technique involved swirling his tongue around the head of Lee's dick and then slowly engulfing the cock. He repeated this several times, each time his tongue flickered across Lee's dick, the boy shook.

It became clear after another few minutes who would be the inevitable winner. Lee's cock bust and spurted blobs of cum into Callum's mouth. Lee was sated and Callum was rather chuffed with himself.

Iain stopped sucking Jason's dick and turned his head to Callum. Callum leaned towards his cousin and planted a big kiss on his lips, transferring the sweet semen into Iain's mouth. Iain swallowed, but Callum could see the sensation had not really agreed with him.

Jason wanted finished off so Iain put his mouth back on the lad's dick and continued with enthusiasm. Callum scooted around the boy while Lee pulled his shorts and t-shirt back on. Callum inspected Jason's bum, which was clean, before burring his face in it. Callum strongly suspected Jason had never experienced this before and was stunned by the tongue now lapping his anus. His arse cheeks tensed and his balls burst and he came with gusto. To Iain's credit to swallowed it all.

Callum pulled his face away and retried his shorts before anyone got any clever ideas. Jason pulled his clothes back on too.

"You guys are a force to be reckoned with." Jason said.

"Yea. The boys I go with need lessons compared to you." Lee said to Callum.

After all that the session was at a dead end, so Callum wrapped it up and Iain departed. Naturally his shorts were not in the room where he's left them, so he returned to the main foyer. Perhaps he had hoped he could slip into the locker room unhindered but no such luck.

Mr Douglas, Finn, Paul and Andy (one of the physio's) were around the reception with the photographer. Mr Douglas spotted the naked and messy Iain and called him over.

Iain felt a little awkward standing naked in the reception. He'd done this before, gone outside even, but this time he was sticky with cum and smelled of it too.

Mr Douglas asked, "What do you think? We've short listed these six photographs for the staff picture."

Iain' eyes immediately caught the two photographs in which he and Callum were naked. In one they were flaccid and wore smiles that Iain knew had been caused by fingers from behind going up his behind. In the second he and Callum were bone hard, the light caught their shiny cock heads. They were both great photo's but not something he would want posted on the wall of the main entrance.

The other four photographers were much of a muchness.

Iain pointed vaguely at a random non-naked photo.

"I quite agree." Mr Douglas beamed, his eyes scanning Iain's naked body again. "Paul rather likes this one." He lifted a naked picture. I wondered if I should perhaps make all the photos available on our cloud. For a fee, perhaps donate the profits to charity?

"Err..." Iain didn't know what to say.

"Well, that decision can be made another time." Mr Douglas said; then turned to Finn. "We can continue our deliberations upstairs."

Mr Douglas and Finn left the boys to it. Iain made straight for the locker room for a shower and a change of clothes, which would materialise eventually he was sure.

In his office, Mr Douglas took a seat behind his desk which was littered with photos from the morning. Many of them of the kind he could not put up on the wall but that he would save for himself. Finn sat in a chair on the other side of the desk.

"So, Findlay," Mr Douglas said. "You wanted to show me a video from Iain Carter's training session today..."

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