USA
Part 4

It was way too hot for twelve naked teens, plus one towelled dude, to be crammed into a single room, so Pop got an extension lead, and we rigged up the TV and video player outside on the lawn. Dick suggested getting a blanket, and arranging it over the TV like an open tent kinda thingy to keep the daylight off the screen.

A few minutes later, we were seated as a group in our outdoor 'theater', sipping our beers, when Pop grabbed the remote, and started the vid.

"Over here, Pop... next to me... I wanna see the look on your face."

"You're outrageous."

"You love it."

Even though it was only a few hours beforehand that we'd all been physically involved in what we were watching on the tube, it was awesome to see all those tanned, sweating, naked bods digging, shoveling, lifting, wheeling, and occasionally cooling off under the hose. Naturally, everyone had been conscious of the camera, and had taken advantage of every opportunity to wave their dicks around, or brown-eye the lens.

Then, unexpectedly, there was a shot of the kitchen window. After a second or two, the curtain moved to one side, and a face appeared. Everybody cracked up big time. Funniest damn thing I'd ever seen!

"I was just checking to see how the job was going."

"Sure, sure, Pop, we believe you."

"And I was just making sure of the number of hamburgers..."

But Pop's protestations were drowned out completely by a sudden roar of laughter at the sight of him furiously cleaning the inside of the window with a Wettex, then taking another bug-eyed gawk.

Meantime, Dick had become quite creative with his photography, zooming in on bulging, shiny muscles, straining backs, heaving chests, rippling abs, and powerful thighs. Even the smaller guys -- Jo, Freddie, and Frank -- looked totally fucking wicked as they labored under the tropical sun.

"You guys certainly chose an appropriate name for your organization," Pop commented. "I've never seen so many muscles in the one place before."

"Whose ass is that?" Paul asked of Dick.

"Jason's."

The early evening air was suddenly filled with wolf whistles. I immediately checked Jason's face, which was clearly showing embarrassment, but managing a sheepish smile.

"No need to tell me whose ass that is, though," Paul laughed at the next shot, which was a close-up of mine. "Seen those saggy ol' buns plenty of times."

"You got a boner, Paul?"

"Yeah... but I got that when I saw Jason's butt."

"Har-de-fucking-har."

Actually, the next scene was a total fucking turn-on, even though it was me. I was under the hose, and the water cascading down my bod was highlighting every single, shiny muscle, as well as my all-over tan.

"You OK, Pop?"

"No."

"Think I look hot?"

"A lot hotter than my face feels right now. Whew!"

"Hey, Dick! You got the hots for me or something? That's a fucking long scene, man."

"Put a sock in it, Daniel."

Apart from all the goofing off, and funning around, it was way cool to see how many hands were working together to transform Pop's yard. Bit by bit, the pool was taking shape. There was still a lotta work to be done, but it was looking a helluva lot better than before. In fact, I was feeling pretty proud of Muscle Teen. We were doing a damn fine job.

Eventually, the vid arrived at the scenes that Pop had shot.

"Faces?"

"I like faces. You're all very handsome."

"What about all the other bits?"

"What about them?"

"You were scared to shoot that stuff, huh?"

"At first."

"Oh, so there's horny stuff coming up, right?"

"Not really. The guys weren't reacting to me like they were reacting to Dick... except for you, of course."

Most of Pop's shots were legit scenes of the work being done -- that's if you could call a bunch of hard-working, naked teens legit. But it must've been pretty obvious to everyone that Pop had a thing for me. I was being featured in almost every scene. And when I'd move from one place to another, the camera would pan me as I walked.

"Jeez, Pop."

"Sorry. I didn't realize I was overdoing it... well, not to that extent."

"Jeez... what are the guys gonna think?"

"That I'm making a fuss of you, I guess."

"I heard what you said, Pop," Paul interrupted. "And I don't blame you. Nobody here would blame you."

"You'll give Daniel a swelled head."

"It's totally swelled already."

"Do you think I've got a swelled head, Pop?"

"Absolutely."

I studied Pop's face for a moment. "You're serious, right?"

"Absolutely."

Well, that kinda took the fucking wind outa my sails. I was hoping Pop would've added something about it being OK to be proud of myself, yadda, yadda, yadda. But he didn't. He just kept staring at the tube, watching me bending and stretching and pulling dumb faces each time I realized the camera was pointed at me. And the more I saw myself behaving like a jerk, the more pissed off I became.

"That's enough, guys," I announced. "Time to split."

"What about the pissing scene?"

"You don't wanna watch that dumb stuff, Steve."

"I do."

"Jason?"

"Hey, I've never seen myself piss before... at least, not on video... and not standing side by side with a bunch of guys."

"It's just a bunch of guys pissing, Jason. No biggie. Besides, maybe you weren't in frame or something."

"Huh? In frame? Pop?"

"Well, I... uh... I was in a hurry, and I'm not sure if I... I mean..."

"He means that I was hogging the fucking camera. Did you see all that stuff he shot? The fucking Daniel show. Gimme the remote, Pop. We're outa here."

"I don't get you, Daniel," Jason continued, obviously annoyed. "You wanna be the star, and when you are, you freak. Anyway, I thought the stuff Pop shot was cool."

"Yeah, right... me, me, me."

"It wasn't all you. Anyway, I didn't hear anybody complaining. Right, guys?"

After everybody had nodded in agreement, I asked Paul why he was giggling.

"'Cause you crack me up."

"Why?"

"'Cause... actually, you wanna know the real reason? You're all huff and fucking puff, Daniel, and underneath all that shit, you're a cool guy, just as vulnerable as the rest of us. You wanna know something amazing? You actually got embarrassed! You!"

"Hey, listen up, Paul. Pop was making a big deal about me. It's like you guys weren't even fucking there. When Dick had the camera, he was fair to everybody."

"Yeah," Dick laughed, "like when I shot you under the hose. Can I quote you? "Hey, Dick! You got the hots for me or something? That's a fucking long scene, man." Anyway, it's pretty obvious to me that Pop loves you... in his own way. You got a problem with that?"

"Bullshit! Is that true, Pop?"

"Dick's right, Daniel."

"You mean all that crazy stuff I did? Pissing in your sink? Getting you to put my blades on? Teasing you? Damn. I should never have done that stuff."

"You're right. All that stuff was crazy. And that's why I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your craziness. I fell in love with the big, cheesy grin I'd see on your face everytime I freaked at one of your pranks. I fell in love with the crazy teen who came into my life like a breath of fresh air... the freshest air I've ever breathed... the blonde kid who put fun and laughter into my life. And I'm sure you've also done for others what you've done for me."

Fuck! How was I supposed to react to that? "Jeez."

"What's up, Daniel?" Paul cracked. "Cat got your tongue for a change?"

Then Jason piped up. "OK, everything settled now? Can we watch the piss scene for fuck sake?"

As it turned out, Pop had done a pretty good job of the piss scene... lots of wide shots, a couple of pans, and a few close-ups. The final close-up was of guess who? That's when I was yelling at Pop that we'd finished pissing, and to stop filming. But the amazing thing was that he wasn't focused on my cock like I'd expected. My face was full frame as I was yelling at him. Actually, it was pretty fun to watch, and we were all cracking up big time. Hey, maybe I wasn't such a jerk after all.

"That was totally fucking awesome!"

"Hey, Jason... a bunch of guys pissing. What's so awesome about that?"

"I dunno. Kinda ritualistic. Kinda like a Muscle Teen trademark or whatever. Anyway, I thought it was cool."

"Surprised at seeing yourself?"

"Yeah... fucking big time. And you know something weird? I think you're right. I don't wanna sound big headed or whatever, but I do kinda look OK... y'know... like you said... not too buffed like the dudes in my muscle mags. Were you into fitness, Pop?"

"What's that supposed to imply?" he chuckled. "That I'm not now?"

"Well... hey, like I mean... y'know."

"Yep, I was into stuff like pushups and running... nothing too serious, though."

"So what happened?"

"Thanks for the compliment."

"I didn't mean..."

"I know. No offence." Pop took a sip of his brandy before continuing. "What you guys have got now isn't gonna last forever. Enjoy it while you've got it."

"Then what happens?"

"A lotta guys make the mistake of chasing it instead of looking for alternatives."

"Like?"

"Some Eastern beliefs talk about a third eye, one that can see beyond the physical. I think it's important to exercise a lot more than your body."

"Your mind?"

"Ultimately, that's who you are, Jason. Just ask somebody with Alzheimer's. Nobody's gonna be attracted to you if there's a vacancy sign stuck to your forehead."

"So we're just a bunch of dumb teens?"

"Not in the least. I've had an extraordinary day... maybe the most extraordinary of my life. And it hasn't all been about bodies."

"You're blushing again, Pop."

"Don't interrupt me, Daniel! Dammit. Where was I? Oh, yeah. You've all got good minds... good personalities. And those attributes will be your saving graces in later life. Meantime, be grateful for who and what you are now."

"Are you still grateful?"

"Strange as it may seem, yes... more than ever."

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