The Outsiders: Tally

Say Cheese

After coming across his parents' camera, Tim decides to put it to good use.

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    Fall was coming around rather quickly. The breeze was growing chillier and the leaves on the trees throughout Tulsa were slowly transitioning into bright yellows, oranges, and browns. In the Shepard household, everyone was looking forward to the fall. Yet, Tim was a bit hesitant. He decided to skip spring cleaning. His laziness got the best of him that season. Currently, their attic was full of out-grown clothes, old homework assignments (luckily, none of the Shepards attended school all that much), and some old furniture. Cursed with being the oldest, Tim was forced to trudge up to the attic and look through every pile to see if there was anything they needed.

    After an hour of pure rummaging, Tim sat back, the smell of mildew and mothballs infiltrating his nostrils. He looked around, the sun coming through a high window highlighting the amount of dust accumulating. He suddenly noticed a wooden leg peeking out of a dark corner, which was a part of a beaten-up bureau. He got up and walked over to it, pulling it out with a grunt. It was incredibly dusty and covered in cobwebs. Tim opened each drawer within the bureau out of curiosity. He came across some paper clips, push pins, unreadable notes, and old pictures of him and his siblings. He couldn't help but smile at them, slipping them into his back pocket. In the last drawer, however, there was a camera.

    Tim raised his eyebrows. A camera was relatively expensive. He didn't expect one to just be lying around in his house. He observed it, surprised by its excellent quality. He checked the battery and it was still at a good level. He snapped a picture of his feet, testing the waters. Soon enough, an image was printed out. There it was. A black and white picture of his feet covered in black socks. He observed the image, wondering what he could use this camera for. He bit his lip as he heard the front door of his house open and close, the person shouting out his name giving away his identity. He had an idea.

    Tim made his way downstairs. He smirked at the sight of Dallas, who was getting himself comfortable.

    "Hey, Tim," Dallas sighed, slipping off his boots.

    "Hey, baby," Tim said in a low voice, kissing him on his chin when the blond lifted his head. Dallas purred slightly, looking down at the camera in Tim's hands.

    "Woah," Dallas said, "Check that out."

    "Pretty cool, huh?" Tim said, "I'm assuming my parents bought this a while back."

    "Can I see?" Dallas asked him.

    Tim nodded, handing it to him. Dallas quickly found the button before snapping a picture of Tim. An image slowly printed out, revealing Tim's awkward smile. Dallas chuckled.

    "Hot," he said, looking at the image.

    "I was thinking," Tim began, "Maybe we can put it to good use."

    "What do you mean?" Dallas raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Tim grinned.

    "Well..." Tim said, "You do make the hottest faces whenever I fuck you. Thought I might keep some souvenirs."

    Dallas' face immediately turned red, despite his angry expression.

    "You wanna take pictures of me while we have sex?" he said, crossing his arms, "Is this what I'm hearing?"

    "Yeah," Tim shrugged, "It was just an idea, though. We don't have to do it if you feel uncomfortable."

    Dallas looked at the camera once again. The thought of him being documented; the thought of the image of his pleasured expression and his entire body covered in sweat and cum being kept forever. He imagined Tim's eyes glued onto each picture, a burning desire for the blond building up within him. The idea of Tim needing him whenever he wasn't there, the risque pictures his only source of relief as he stroked his cock longingly.