Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2020 00:58:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Freitas <tfreitas62@yahoo.com>
Subject: 3-2-1-smile-13

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3, 2, 1 Smile


Chapter 13 – Out of Focus



Recap of the end of Chapter 12

"Fuck, that was hot boys," Jake said walking up to the bed.

"Did it come out cool? Can we see the photos?" I asked, Lucas's spent tool
finally slipping from my hole.

"In a sec, one of us hasn't cum yet," Jake said in a horny voice, fishing
his cock out from his jeans and boxers.

Lucas and I both smiled at each other knowing there was one more round to
go.

"I told Blake that the next time you wiggled that tight little ass in front
of me I'd have to fill it. So, what do you say Lucas, wanna try this piece
of meat?" Jake said waving his snake at Lucas's behind.

My eyes got big when I saw Lucas's devilish smile return. I knew we needed
the lube again.




I had already turned to grab the lube when Jake instructed me to get it.
It had been thrown toward the head of the bed and took only a second to
find.  When I turned around Lucas had slid to his knees and was sucking on
the mushroom tip of Jake's large cock.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Mmmm.  Get me nice and primed. Ohhhh," Jake moaned as
I watched my best friends' cheeks expand around the phallus head in his
mouth.  I wondered if that's what I looked like when I sucked on Jake.

"Stand up Lucas," Jake instructed, as he reached down and effortlessly
picked Lucas up by the armpits.  He quickly spun him so that he was bent
over the bed, his cute little white butt wagging back and forth.  Even
though Lucas and I had just cum, our rods were back to full mast and ready
for another round.

Jake's left hand reached out and took a handful of Lucas' white cheek.  His
right hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in unexpectantly into
a deep kiss.  Jake's tongue entered my mouth as I gasped at the suddenness
of the move.  I closed my eyes, focusing on what Jake's wicked tongue was
doing to me, only to have my eyelids shoot wide open when I heard Lucas
squeal.  Jake's large hand was squeezing hard on the meaty flesh of Lucas'
soft rump, with his thumb testing the teen boy's heavenly gate. Jake spun
me around by the back of my neck, gentle enough to not leave a mark, but
firm enough to know I had no say in the matter.  It was one of Jake's more
endearing qualities, and one of the reasons I loved him so.  He was gentle,
yet in command, and I was always eager to follow.  Standing so that I now
faced Lucas' sweet toosh, Jake released his grasp of my neck and pulled his
thumb from Lucas' rear to the sounds of another little squeal.

Whispering into my ear, I barely heard Jake's lustful voice, "I need your
assistance love.  Want to help me and your friend out," he asked, taking
the lube from my hand.

"Anything," and I meant it.  Jake could have asked for anything at that
moment, and I'm sure I would have agreed to do it.

Jake popped the lid to the lube, pouring a good amount into his right
hand. He once again surprised me by reaching for my cock and stroking it.

Speechless to the feeling Jake was giving my throbbing boner, I fell back
into his broad, hairy chest, as I looked up into his eyes. His lips curled
and only two words came out, "Choo, choo."

With that Jake pushed me forward until the head of my lubed cock touched
Lucas' sweet hole.  Lucas had been watching from over his shoulder and knew
what was coming when Jake, in more ways than one, pushed me into him. From
our earlier action, and with my now copiously lubed prick, I entered Lucas
without a lot of resistance. His high-pitched moaning was clearly the
sounds made from pleasure.

I figured Jake wanted me to loosen Lucas up before he plowed him with his
mighty tool.  But when I felt that mighty tool touching my rosebud, I
quickly realized what Jake meant with his earlier comical word choice.  He
had no intention of being a simple bystander as I fucked my friend. Oh no,
quite the contrary.  He was the steam engine, Lucas was the caboose, and I
was about to be the car in the middle.

Mentally unprepared, and lubed only by Lucas' cum, my hole clenched at the
initial contact.  But there was no stopping this train, as Jake pushed on.

"Oh, ohhh, aw, aw, mmmm, Oh God, wait, aw, aw, mmmmmm, oh fuuhhucckkk," I
cried out as Jake punched his rod into me, driving my dick further into
Lucas, who was holding on for dear life.  The amazing sensation of being
inside Lucas was replaced by the initial sting of pain as my sphincter
muscle was forced open.  But my love chute quickly adjusted to this
familiar invader, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure as his slow
gyrations pummeled my prostate.

For balance, I had one hand on Lucas' hip and the other on the small of his
back.  The synchronized sounds we were making as Jake pushed the air from
our bodies with every heavy thrust was undeniably erotic, as this man
reminded us that we were just boys.

Our moans of pleasure had the tell-tale high-pitched sound of youth, as
compared to Jake's manly grunts.

"Uhh," I'd moan,

Then Lucas would moan, as my cock was shoved deeper into him by the sheer
force of Jake's thrust, "ohhh."  And so, it went for the next few minutes.

"Uhh."

"Ohh."

"Uhh."

"OHH."

"Sorry love, huh, huh, you'll need to finish yourself off, huh," Jake
rasped, as he unceremoniously pulled his stiff prick from me.

As soon as he was free of my clenching hole, I felt his large hands on my
shoulders pulling me out of the luscious confines of Lucas' tight love
chute.  I was stunned and taken aback at the sudden change in
circumstances, as I was literally pulled from the fountain of Nirvana.

I was about to protest being benched from the game when Lucas' cry of pain
rang through the room.  I had a change of heart, as I knew all too well
what he was experiencing.

I love the size of Jake's cock now, but those first few times he penetrated
me took a lot of strength to hold back the tears as the pain tests your
mental fortitude.  I quickly moved to the bed where I gave words of
encouragement to the poor boy whose eyes were welling up, as he bit down on
the bedsheet.

"Just breath and relax," I kept saying as I pushed the sweaty bangs of
blond hair away from his forehead.

Lucas let go of the sheet with his teeth so he could hiss and moan at how
large Jake's cock was.

Jake was gritting his teeth as well at the tightness of Lucas' inner
sanctum.  It took what seemed like forever, but was probably only five
minutes, for Jake to sink most of his cock into Lucas.  I had a ringside
seat, as I watched his tiny hole stretch around the thick veiny tube of
flesh pushing inside him.  I gently stroked my own fleshy tool remembering
what it felt like to have that monster in me.

"Damn, so good, fuuuuuckkkk, huuhhh, mmmm, so fucking tight," Jake growled
slowly pushing the remaining inches of his rod into the teen boy below him.

I could tell Lucas had started to accept the monster within him by the
intermittent smiles that formed on his face, but his squeals still said he
was feeling every inch of Jake's 9-inch cock.

Eventually, Lucas' hole gave up its defense and Jake started to pick up
speed.  Watching Lucas getting speared by Jake, had me picking up the pace
on my own rigid member.

"Oh God Jake, yes, yes, pound me, oh fuck it hurts so good.  Oh God, you're
so deep," Lucas called out.

"Fuck, you're so damn tight.  FUUUUUCCKKK Me, I love your hole, I love it
so much... SHIT here it comes," Jake yelled.

They were lost in the throes of passion, as was I, with my own cock
lurching its load of seed all over the mattress.  However, my head was not
lost in the moment, and my ears heard every use of the word love.

Without waiting for things to calm down, I expressed my concern, "What do
you mean you love it, Jake?" I asked.

In a room, that seconds ago was full of noise, I now only heard silence.

"Jake, answer me.  What did you mean when you said you loved it?"  I asked
again, my voice rising in volume.  But he refused to answer, he just looked
at me devilishly and kissed Lucas' sweaty back.

"Jake? Say, say something, please," I screamed.

He looked right at me, "I love him."

Lucas looked over his shoulder, Jake's semi hard cock still in his ass, "I
love Jake too; we're meant for each other."  He said with a cocky grin.

"What?  NO! No this can't be.  Jake, Jake, NOOOO, Jake"...


I sprung up screaming Jake's name.  My breath was ragged, and my forehead
was drenched in sweat as I tried to get my baring.

It only took a second to catch my breath.  I fell back on my pillow wiping
the sweat from my forehead, shaking my head in frustration.  It had been
ten days since that Sunday photo shoot with Lucas, and at least the fifth
time I'd woken in a panicked sweat.  It was the same dream every time.  I
call it a dream and not a nightmare, because for the most part it really
turned me on.  It was so hot re-living that fuck session, where Jake fucked
me, while I fucked Lucas. It was also erotic, watching Jake peg Lucas'
sweet ass with his huge cock.  The only part my brain just couldn't wrap
itself around was the two of them expressing sentiments of love.

During the actual event, I never said a word after we all had shot our
loads.  We talked about how amazing the shoot was and how mind blowing the
fuck fest had been. Then after a little spot cleaning of the room, Lucas
and I left.

But unfortunately for me, I couldn't forget the words I'd heard.  As
irrational as it was, in my dreams I was now putting words into their
mouths to make it seem like Jake and Lucas loved each other.  I knew their
use of the word love wasn't meant to signify love for each other, but a
word said in the moment as an expression toward the act of fucking.  And
for some reason, once my head hit the pillow, my youthful, jealous brain
wouldn't accept logical reasoning.

To make matters worse, on the first night I woke up screaming Jake's name,
my mom had come running into my room to see if I was alright.  I had to
make up a story quick, about a fictitious kid at my school named Jake, who
I was worried about because he was getting bullied. If I wasn't already
feeling bad about my unwarranted jealousy toward Lucas, lying to my mom,
again, and having her think I was some sensitive soul who looked out for
the weak truly made me feel like shit.

Not only had it been ten days since the shoot with Lucas and Jake, but that
was the last time I had any real sexual release.  The following Monday Jake
took off to Vegas for a week long contractor's convention.  And while I'm
sure Lucas would have been more than happy to assist me, my recent dreams,
slash nightmares, had me feeling guilty every time I saw him.  I was a mess
of emotions when I was around him. I wasn't certain if I wanted to
apologize to him, or kick his ass.  But, I knew I definitely wasn't ready
to ask him to suck me off.  Don't get me wrong, I was doing everything I
could to release the pressure myself, but it just wasn't the same.

Over the past couple months, I had achieved a regular schedule of sexual
encounters and within two weeks of going without I had been reduced to hot
horny mess of raging teen hormones. It was like my brain was directly
attached to my dick, and any lingering handshake, or eye contact that went
on too long, or even the random wink of an art teacher whose
cherry-red-lips had been around your willy, and bam, boner sprung.

Which made my current situation almost unbearable.

A house full of scantily clad teen boys.  It was Thursday night, and I,
along with most of the aquatic's team had been invited over to Matt's
house.  Matt was a junior on the swim team and was this year's host for the
shave party.  A party the team held every season on the night before
regular league matches began.

Even if I wasn't suffering from a raging case of blue balls, it would have
been hard not to notice that this party, like me, was suffering from a
serious case sexual tension as well.  You'd think by the number of gay guys
I knew that my school was mostly homosexual and there wasn't a hetero to be
found.  In truth it was quite the opposite.  Outside of my friends, I knew
of very few kids who were openly gay.  Which explained a lot of the sexual
tension in the room.  The act of shaving another person's body is without
question an intimate gesture.  So, to then ask two teen boys, who might
only know each other through a common sport to participate in such an act,
undoubtedly brings out that tension, whether its justified or not.

I was told the invite went out to everyone on the team, girls included, but
none of them showed up.  Nor did some of the boys who were probably afraid
of being labeled gay for participating in an event like this.  No, what was
left was a handful of boys in stages of sexual curiosity.

There were the boys who chose to stay in their casual dress, like cargo
shorts, and a t-shirt.  It seemed to me they were the most curious, but
unsure of themselves as to how to proceed. I studied their faces as they
took off their shirts, or hesitantly pushed their shorts down. Which in
most cases only revealed a generic pair of boxers.  The exciting part for
me was watching their face as another boy from the team got intimately
close to them.  You could see the emotional fight of lust and fear inside
them as the other boy lathered on the shaving cream.  Had this party taken
place a few months earlier, I would have been one of those boys.

Moving on, you had the boys who made a show of stripping down to their
speedos but were going above and beyond with their antics to come off
straight.  These boys would often use loud voices and say over-the-top
remarks about how hot some girl's ass looked, or how gay this party
was. Growing up playing sports I knew a lot of boys like this.  One on one,
these boys were genuinely good guys, but in a group, their insecurities
took center stage.  It was like watching someone with split personalities.
One minute they'd be relaxed and themselves, and then a second later they
were calling out anyone who didn't fit into their perceived notion of how a
guy should act.  I just rolled my eyes at these boys, I really didn't care
whether they were straight or gay, I just wasn't going to waste my time
trying to figure out if they were being true or fake.

The next group was the real mystery.  It was a group that I thought of
myself to be a part of, thanks to Jake.  The one's who seemed comfortable
in their own skin and had zero worries of what labels might come from being
at this all-male shave party.  These boys were generally having a good time
but were quiet and seemed pleased to simply watch.  It was hard to read
this group, but you could usually pick them out pretty easy. We all gave
the standard silent head nod, when you made eye contact.  A gesture, that
said I see you, and nothing else. These boys were secure in their
sexuality, and whatever it was, this party wasn't going to phase them. This
was the groups I was keeping my eye on.

Of course, how could I forget the final group.  Which really wasn't a
group, as it consisted of just Lucas.  Lucas was dancing around the room in
nothing but the black-laced see through boy undershorts he had picked up at
the mall.  The same pair that led to the sex romp in the dressing room. You
could see he loved the attention as he tried chatting with anyone and
everyone that would lend him an ear.  You could literally watch the sexual
tension form on the faces of the boys Lucas happily sauntered by.  I would
watch as their eyes got wide as he sashayed his tight little rump around.
I assumed Lucas was going to be the main attraction in a lot these boys
jack off fantasy later that evening.

"Do you love him?"

"W...what? Who?" I stammered, trying to respond to Andrei's question.

"Lucas.  You've only been staring at him for the last three minutes,"
Andrei said, standing behind me with his head right over my left shoulder.

Andrei's question had snapped me out of my trance. And while my typical
mode of operation would have been to run away from such a deep question,
Andrei currently had a razor blade to my back and there was nowhere to go.

"No. I mean yes, but not like love, love.  He's my best friend, and I
really care about him," I said finally finding my voice.  And I meant every
word of it.  Even though I had known Lucas for only a little while, we had
connected like none of my other friends had ever done.

"Sometimes I'm just fascinated by his carefree spirit," I said looking back
at Andrei, laughing as I shook my head.  Our attention then turned back to
the almost naked Lucas.

I knew Andrei's question was more than just about my relationship with
Lucas, he wanted to know if I liked boy's.  I'd hoped my answer was enough
for him, because currently didn't have it in me to elaborate any more than
I had.

Laughing as well, Andrei replied, "It's cool, I get it. Just thought maybe
there was more there between you two." as his hand touched my bare skin.

With his head on my shoulder, he whispered into my ear, "I mean, I wouldn't
blame you if there was.  Just look at that tight little butt."

I looked back at Andrei with a raised eyebrow, wondering if I heard him
correct.  When he gave me a cheeky smile, I knew I had.  Returning his
cheeky smile with one of my own, I whispered back, "So tight."

Having just shared a secret coming out with each other, I smiled at the
thought of what Jake would say if he knew Andrei was like us, and his
father.  But, as I let Andrei return to finishing shaving what little hair,
if any, I had on my back, my thoughts quickly went to how much I was
missing Jake.  I wanted badly to be in his arms.  And the mention of Lucas'
tight little butt, only helped to bring back my worries about Jake's true
feelings for me.

That night, having replaced my speedo with my sleeping shorts, I fired up
captain kush, and jumped into bed.  Thinking about all of the boys at the
party, and their freshly shaved skin, had my cock rock hard.  With a slow
stroke, I set off to find just a bit of release.  But as seconds turned
into minutes, and minutes into almost a quarter hour, I finally gave
up. Even though I had plenty of stimulation from the party, it just never
felt right, and I never once got close to cumming.  Cursing out loud, I
pulled my shorts back up and took another hit, before falling asleep
frustrated.

I woke up Friday morning, still frustrated, and now dealing with an aching
set of semen filled balls.  But at least I was one more day closer to
seeing Jake, and I knew I could make it through the day if I just focused
on my upcoming dive meet.

However, with Halloween coming on Sunday, at times I found it hard to stay
on track as some of the kids came to school in their costumes.  I hadn't
put much thought into Halloween this year, as I felt it was quickly losing
its enjoyment the older I got.  The year before was the first year I'd
skipped going house to house and instead went to a friend's, whose parents
were hosting a party.  This year, I hadn't even picked out a costume.

But seeing some of the boys at school strut around in their tight-fitting
costumes made me think this holiday still had some good qualities.  It also
made me wonder what kind of shoot Jake had set up for me on Saturday. But
those thoughts filled me with anxiety as well.

Being all bound up with emotions and seminal fluid, I was unsure if I was
ready to take on another sexual photoshoot in front of Jake.  But I took
comfort in that Jake always seemed to know how to make me feel at ease, and
there was the high chance he'd also take care of my bottled-up swimmers.

The dive meet went surprisingly well.  I placed third amongst all the boy
divers, and only a few points behind Andrei.  Andrei for the first time
didn't take first place, coming in second to the boy who I would learn was
his biggest rival.  I wasn't sure what had inspired me to do so well, but I
hoped to God it had nothing to do with my recent lack of sex. I so
desperately needed that to change, and with the meet over, I could now
focus on making that a reality.

Throughout my limited communication with Jake, not once did he drop a hint
as to what this shoot would entail.  My mind raced with all the possible
sexual fantasies, and outfits I could wear, or not be wearing. I hoped that
it was a shoot for just me, and that perhaps like days of past, Jake would
take me into his arms the minute I stepped inside his house.

Having found it hard to sleep once again, I woke the next morning with just
enough time to dress and head out.  I quickly pulled on my favorite red
briefs, which only emphasized how swollen my balls were.  A clean pair of
sweats and a sweatshirt and off I went, peddling through the light mist of
rain over to Jake's.  Standing at his door, it opened just as my hand
reached for the doorknob.  Looking up at Jake, I felt the heat I had for
this man burning inside me.  I could not stop the mile-wide grin I had on
my face as I looked him over.  He stood dressed in black khaki pants, a
button-down dress shirt, and looking more business than ever, with a smile
just as wide as mine.

"Hi Blake.  Ready for your shoot today?" Jake asked in an almost
over-the-top enthusiastic voice that got me thinking if I had ever seen him
this excited before.

Without a word I leapt from the porch into his embrace, trying desperately
to get a long-awaited kiss, and the pleasure I had been so longing for.

Jake was quick to catch me under the arms and hold me back from what I
badly needed.

"Easy little cub.  We have to keep today professional.  We have a guest in
the next room," Jake said in a whisper as he was setting me down, his head
gesturing to the kitchen.

Looking past Jake, I could see someone sitting at the bar counter in the
kitchen staring at us.  Realizing I couldn't be as passionate as I wanted,
I still took the moment of alone time to whisper back to Jake.

"Can we at least have some alone time after the shoot, I'm so horny?"  I
asked with a dirty little grin.

His words crushed me.  "Probably not."

Then in a raised voice, clearly for his quest to hear, Jake spoke like I
was nothing more than another one of his models.

"Come on in Blake, and I'll introduce you to the model you'll be working
with." Jake said.

I was confused and saddened by our brief encounter, but knew I had to snap
out of quick, as I followed Jake into the kitchen. I surmised I'd make head
or tails of my emotions later.  It was clearly time to go to work.

My eyes almost bugged out of my head, as I took in my modeling partner.
Still sitting on the stool, he was petting Sam, or more appropriately
trying to keep Sam off him.  As he spun around to greet me, I quickly felt
like Sam, and immediately wanted to jump on this guy and lick him all over.
I couldn't close my mouth.  It was like my chin was permanently attached to
the floor by his sheer beauty.

"Blake, this is Charles.  Charles, this is Blake," Jake said introducing
us, followed quickly by scolding Sam and dragging him out to the garage.

Standing up, Charles was quick to defend Sam, "He's no bother.  I love
dogs," He said before turning his attention to me.

"Nice to meet you Blake," Charles said reaching out his hand.

I was a loss of words as I stared into his green-blue eyes.

It was like looking at a stunt double for the model Lucky Blue Smith.
Standing at just over six feet tall, my eyes traveled up and down his long,
thin frame.

He was wearing a stylishly patterned black and grey short sleeve button
shirt, that he had purposefully left the top buttons undone to give it a
v-like appearance.  His long slender legs were accentuated by a pair of
faded, skinny blue jeans.  His long pale arms revealed there wasn't an
ounce of fat to be found on him.

I subconsciously wet my lips as I gazed upon his chiseled chin, and tapered
cheek bones.  His slim nose led perfectly to his amazingly kissable lips.
The kind of lips that had no waste. They were plump and pink from end to
end.  And his hair, clearly professionally kept, died blonde, with just the
hint of dark roots, and swept wildly over to his right side.

Hearing Jake laugh in the background snapped me out of my trance.

"I think you have a fan, Charles," Jake said.

"I'm, I'm Blake," I stammered, forgetting that he already knew my name.

"Cool.  Nice to meet you," Charles repeated, as I finally reached out to
shake his hand.

"And based on the photos I've seen, I'm just as much a fan of Blake. And
can't wait to work with you," Charles said giving me the best smile ever.

I wondered what photos he had seen of me? And Oh My God, did he just say he
was a fan of mine?  This guy was in the same class as Thomas, an
unbelievably hot model, and he was happy to be working with me?  I figured
my buildup of cum had finally worked its way up to my ears and I must have
heard him wrong.

"Hey Charles, would you mind heading down and getting yourself ready while
I go over this shoot with Blake?"  Jake asked.

"Of course, I'll see you guys down there. It's down the stairs, and then my
outfit is in a box behind a changing screen, right?"  He asked, as if
repeating what Jake had told him earlier.

I was about to tell him he forgot the showering and teeth brushing step,
before Jake cut me off.  "Yep, exactly correct.  We'll only be a second
behind you."  Jake said, as he watched Charles leave the room.

"I'm sure I don't have to ask you, but fuck how hot is that guy?"  Jake
said as soon as he felt Charles was out of ear shot. "Was it just me or was
his ass on fire in those tight jeans?"

"Yeah, fucking hot," I said before spinning around to talk to Jake.

"It seems like you don't really know him though.  How'd you arrange this?
And are you sure we can't have some alone time after the shoot? I'm fucking
beyond horny," I said in almost a whimpering tone as my hand reached out to
rub Jake's crotch.

Jake gently took my wrist and by the look on his face, begrudgingly pulled
my hand from his cotton covered dick.

"That's the problem little cub.  I didn't set this up.  I was contacted by
a man with a lot of money.  I'm pretty sure he's one of the buyers of your
photos, and he arranged all of this.  He wanted Charles and you, for a
specific shoot, that he plans to display throughout his house.  He's paying
us an ungodly amount of money and I can only imagine what he paid to get
Charles here.  Charles is a pro and does most of his modeling for magazines
like Vogue and GQ.  That's why today must be all business little cub,
there's just too much riding on this," Jake said looking at me as if saying
he was sorry without actually saying it.

"I get it Jake. I won't let you down.  I just don't see why we can't have
some fun after he leaves.  It's been so long since I've been with you, that
it's all that I can think about," I said in a pleading voice.

"No, I don't think you're getting it.  As soon as I'm done photographing
the shoot, I then need to develop the set so it's ready for me to jump on a
plane first thing tomorrow. And if that wasn't enough I then need to sit in
front of the biggest client I've ever had.  So, I'm sorry I can't take care
of your needs right now, you're just going to have to take care of it
yourself and grow up a little bit.  When I get back, I'll make it up to
you."  Jake said in a no-nonsense tone, but in a low enough volume so that
Charles couldn't hear.

I was taken aback by his sudden tone and replied out of childish anger,
"Fine, since this means so much to you, let's just get it over with."

I could see in his eyes and his slumping posture that he felt bad for
snapping at me, but I spun and left the room before he could say anymore.

I headed toward the studio room with Jake quietly following behind me.
After stepping off the last rung of the spiral staircase my anger at Jake
subsided a bit as my eyes took in the sight before me.  Charles had changed
and was standing over by Jake's camera cart.  If he was hot fully clothed,
he was heart-stoppingly beautiful standing there in just a pair of black
skinny jeans.

Hearing us enter the room Charles spun, at which time my eyes darted from
his porcelain skin to the bathroom door where I was anxiously headed.
While Charles may not have needed to follow Jake's rules for modeling, I
knew they still applied to me.

Having removed my clothes, I reviewed the reflection in the mirror, waiting
for the shower water to warm.  Running my hands over my body, I compared
myself to the visual image I had etched inside my head of Charles.  Outside
of the fact that we were both guys, there was little we had in common.
Charles was tall and thin, with long arms and a small waist.  I on the
other hand was still considered short at my age, being just over 5'-2", and
that was with a small growth spirt in these past months.

But where Charles was thin, I was thick.  My chest and shoulders were
taught with muscle, and with my current diving training, my upper body was
getting more defined.  On Charles, while you could see his ab muscles, it
was purely because of his thin frame, as there was little tone to them at
all.  My abs were noticeable, and most would not call me skinny.  All of
our differences were made more so, by the biggest difference between the
two of us, our skin color.  Or in his case the lack there of.  Don't get me
wrong, whatever Charles was doing was working as he was beyond
stunning. But next to him, his pale skin made even my non-summer tan look
like I was from South America.

My shower was quick, as I refused to relieve myself as Jake had suggested,
specifically to spite him.  After styling my hair and brushing my teeth, I
exited the bathroom and headed toward the changing screen.  I saw out of
the corner of my eye Charles and Jake going over the shoot, only to stop
talking as I walked past them.  I purposefully didn't look at them, not
because I was still mad at Jake, but because I knew one look at Charles was
probably enough to change the current flaccid state of my shaft.

Once behind the Japanese screen, I noticed part of my outfit hanging from
it.  It was a freshly pressed white, long sleeve dress shirt.  Next to it
on the table was the box I was accustomed to seeing.  I couldn't believe I
was already up to photo shoot number twelve.

Having seen what Charles was wearing I was quite curious as to what else my
attire would include.  Inside the box I found a brand-new package of what I
assumed were underwear.  In the corner of the plastic packaging was the
image a young man doing ballet.  The package itself was labeled dance belt.
Ripping the package open I unfolded what looked like a thin white
jockstrap.  The elastic waist band was wide like a jock, but noticeably
smoother lacking the heavy stitching.  The crotch was also smooth and
missing the pouch one would put the protective plastic cup into.  My lips
curled into a dirty little grin as I spun the garment around.  It was clear
I was holding some sort of thong.

Letting the towel fall to the floor, I held the new underwear out like I
would any other pair of briefs and stepped into them.  It was exhilarating
pulling the soft cotton fabric up my smooth legs.  Feeling the garment
slide between my cheeks made me subconsciously swallow the saliva that had
been collecting in my mouth.  Without having to look down at my crotch, my
swollen balls were sending signals to my brain as to just how snug a fit
this new pair of underwear was. It had been awhile since I had worn such a
revealing pair, and the tight fabric running across my boy hole reminded me
how much I enjoyed it. The dress shirt fit perfectly, with the end of it
just beginning to cover the crotch of my underwear.

With every photoshoot I was becoming more confident about my body and being
around others in various forms of undress.  But with Charles being as
gorgeous as he was, and his status as a professional model, I had to take a
deep breath before finding the courage needed to step away from the shelter
of the screen.

Both Charles and Jake, took long hard looks at me as I walked over to them.
Charles was the first to comment.  "Wow.  I don't typically work with
younger models, and usually the models I do work with are women, but um
yeah, wow, you look good.  If that's alright for me to say?"  Charles said
looking at Jake and me, hoping his comment hadn't crossed the line.

As usual, my cheeks adored his compliment, as I felt them warming with
blush.  Jake spoke before I had a chance to thank Charles.

"Blake might be hard pressed to find the words, but I think you're
absolutely fine to say that Charles.  Blake is my best model and he looks
amazing in whatever he wears. It's why we're here today.  Between you two
stunning lads, this photoshoot will be off the chart.  As long as I don't
fuck it up."  Jake said, followed by a little chuckle.

Charles laughed too, but I just gave a quiet smile. My attention was now
focused on Jake. His words had melted my heart. While I was still mad at
him, I could tell from his little laugh that he was genuinely nervous. It
was a side I had only seen in him once before; the night I unloaded all my
true feelings for him in his study.  I could now see how much this shoot
meant to him. And at that moment I made it a point to act like a
professional model and put aside my teenage attitude.

Jake then turned to me and while looking deep into my eyes he unbuttoned
the top two buttons of my dress shirt, "That's better," Jake said quietly.

"Alright Blake, as I just reviewed with Charles let me quickly go over the
intent here.  The client is looking for a spin on the Yin and Yang
perspective of two lovers.  As you can see by just your outfits, my goal is
that Charles represents the Yin, and you represent the Yang.  Opposite in
nature, but not complete without each other.  Make sense?"  Jake asked.

I gave Jake my affirming nod, and then looked at Charles, "ready when you
are," I said.

Jake had kept the elaborate metal scaffolding from the last shoot but had
removed all the windows and most of the stage lights.  The background
screen was replaced with a black backdrop, and above I noticed a makeshift
shower head.

"Let's set the mood.  Let's have the two of you facing each other, touching
forehead to forehead, arms at your sides," Jake instructed.

With the height difference between Charles and I, this meant he was
significantly more bent over to make this work.

"Okay, Charles let's start by showing your mood as indifferent and have you
staring at Blake's feet.  Blake, let's have your mood be infatuation, with
your eyes looking directly into Charles'," Jake said.

Knowing Jake, and how he worked, I knew this was the only instruction we'd
get from him.  He'd expect us to convey the feeling we were assigned, in
however manner that felt natural to us.  It was as he often said, if the
emotion isn't real, the photo won't make it so.

I felt the warmth of Charles' forehead when it contacted mine. His cologne
had a light earthy smell to it that pleased me, and made being this close
to him even more pleasurable. I tried to look into his eyes as if they were
Jake's, and I was expressing my love. Click, click, click.

From there Jake had me put my hands around Charles' neck, with his hands
still at his side.  I went through my series of facial expressions, trying
my best to show longing.  At one point I let my right-hand slip from his
neck and gesture as if I was reaching for his crotch, while at the same
time biting my lower lip.  In the moment, while I was imaging Charles as
Jake, it felt natural to want him sexually.

"That's perfect.  Hold that," ... Click, click, click.

It was as if that single move kicked off the erotic mood of the shoot.
Once Jake was done with that position, he moved me onto my knees where he
had me kissing Charles' belly button with my hands on his hips.

Charles was told to look off into the distance, with his hands gripping my
hair.  From where Jake was kneeling behind me, I knew his pictures must
have been capturing some of my exposed rear.

And so, the shoot went.  Me longing for the tall pale beauty in front of
me, and Charles acting like my nearly naked form wasn't there.  Until, in
and instant Jake was ready to move on to something else.

"Alright guys let's switch the mood.  Charles, I now want you to act like
the burning desire you have for Blake is like the devil coming out, and you
want nothing more than to have your way with him.  And Blake, I want you to
act like you're playing hard to get, as if you're protecting your angelic
innocence. Understand?"  Jake asked.

And with that it was like a switch was flicked and Charles' was back in the
room.

"Sounds good to me.  Are you looking for like PG-13 or R rated emotion?"
Charles asked Jake.

While waiting for an answer he turned and gave me a cheeky smile.  It had
been the first time since we had started the shoot that Charles had said
anything, or even recognized that I was in the room.  It was at that point
I understood why he was the professional, and I the understudy. His ability
to capture his emotions without breaking form was amazing.

"Let's start with PG-13 and then we'll dabble a little into the R rated
stuff later.  The client said he was looking to hang these photos in his
house, and he was hoping for tastefully artistic, but still erotic," Jake
said with without emotion, again re-affirming this was all business.

"Got it," Charles said, giving me a wink while still looking at me.

This new set of photos took off with a bang and required no improve from me
or Charles to set the mood. Jake spun me around and had me lean my back
against Charles' chest, my chin up, and eyes closed.  Charles was then
instructed to place the fingertips of his left hand just inside the buttons
of my shirt, just below my chest.  He was then told to place his right hand
on the flesh of my right butt cheek.  To finish the shot, Jake had me grab
both of Charles' wrists, as if trying to stop him, while he instructed
Charles to place his wonderful lips on my neck.

Click, click, click, went the camera shutter.  It seemed to me as if it had
never moved so slow.  I don't know how Jake or Charles didn't hear my
racing heart.  I was trying my best to be as professional as possible.  But
when you have a world class model feeling you up, well, let's just say it
made me glad the dance belt I was wearing was as snug as it was.  My cock
was trying to ignore the tight fabric, by starting to chub, but there was
just nowhere for it to go.

It was now Charles' turn to kneel, as Jake took pictures of him kissing my
naked rear and pulling at the waist band of my underwear.  I imagined it
looked something like that iconic suntan lotion add where the dog is
pulling at the little girls' bikini bottoms.  For my part I was looking
back as innocent as possible.

At no point had anyone discussed, or hinted at their sexual preference, but
when Jake asked Charles to put his face next to my crotch, as he remained
kneeling, I saw no hint of resistance or distain from Charles'. And if Jake
was looking for honest emotions, then the expression of surprise I gave
when I felt Charles warm breath on my cock and balls, was as pure as it
got.  Click, click, click.

For the next round of photos Jake said he wanted to step it up a bit, and
this is where the shower head above came into play.  In the corner he
pointed out a large ice chest, in which he had a water pump that was
connected to a garden hose and then to the shower head above.  He then
excused himself and ran to the bathroom to get warm water to put into the
ice chest.  While he was gone Charles and I made small talk.

"Am I doing okay?"  I asked.

Charles had been watching Jake move buckets of water across the room, when
he heard my question and looked over at me.

"You're doing great," Charles said with a genuine smile.

"Thanks.  I hope it's not too painful working with an amateur?"  I said
looking up to him, literally and figuratively.

Charles looked me up and down before responding, "Are you kidding?  I've
worked with a lot of models, and half of them don't have near the talent
you do."

"Really?  I mean I know Jake calls me a model, but I guess I've never
really thought of myself as one, or at least like a professional one, you
know?"

"Trust me, if these photos come out as hot as I think they're going to, it
won't be because of just me. You're more than holding up your half of this
shoot. Jake was right, I can see why the client picked you," Charles said,
giving me another wink.

"Thanks.  I, uh, I mean, I know why the client picked you. Damn," I said,
and then akwardly returning the wink.

Charles reached out his fist for me to bump and he thanked me, "I
appreciate that, thanks."

"If you two humble butterflies are done sucking up to each other, I'd like
to finish this shoot if that's alright with you?"  Jake said, as he once
again picked up his camera, while rolling his eyes at us.

I laughed a bit, because while Charles and I could be considered handsome,
we were just soft little butterflies standing next to Jake.  Even in a polo
shirt and Khakis, he still presented as a man with a hard side.

Charles and I took our positions as we had before, with me in front and
Charles' arms wrapped around me. Jake turned on the pump, and then looked
back at the two of us with the dirtiest of grins.  Seconds later warm water
gently fell from the shower head. Jake had purposefully slowed the water
pressure to create a spray like that of a light rain.

The shower head was positioned at such an angle that the water arched like
a rainbow, ensuring that both Charles and I were getting hit by the spray.
Once the water on the top of my head was enough to start running down my
face, I took both hands and ran them over my forehead and hair to push it
away. Click, click, click.

Like the second series of shots, we took positions suggesting Charles
wanted to ravage me.  But this time the photos were framed by the droplets
of water and wet bodies.  Oh, and let's not forget my all white cotton
outfit which was quickly becoming see through.

Charles looked as if God had always intended for him to be head to toe
soaking wet.  His skinny black jeans appeared unphased by the water, as if
scoffing at the idea that they could cling any tighter to him.  They did
however shift slightly lower on his hips from the added weight.  This shift
in his pants revealed two things; first, the lovely V-cut of his lower
abdomen was more exposed, and second was that his outfit did not include
underwear.

This new revelation also informed me that Charles' dark pubes were nicely
groomed into the shortest of hair, not unlike stubble on a mans face.
Based on all these new added details to the photo shoot, and Jake's
constant use of the word wow, I imagined this was the series the client was
going to pick from.

While my soaking wet ballet underwear was see-through enough to confirm I
was circumcised, the front of my, also see through dress shirt, was draped
over it and the two fabrics together blurred it just enough that nothing
was truly identifiable.  Which, I think is exactly what the client was
looking for.

We spent the next ten minutes running through every erotic position Jake
dared to put a man and a boy into without crossing a line between artistic
photography and illegal pornography. Charles was clearly over eighteen, and
I clearly wasn't.  With these photos potentially getting hung for anyone to
see in the clients house, it put both Jake and Charles in a delicate spot.

"I think we're done," Jake said, looking at the small LCD screen on the
back of his camera.

Hearign Jake's words, I proceeded to shake the water off me like a wet dog
would, only to hear Charles laugh.  I spun to see him wiping away the water
I had just shook onto his face.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry," I said, feeling like a stupid little kid.

"Why, because you got me more wet? Or for shaking your sexy ass in front of
me?"  Charles asked, giggling again.

I was so thrown off by his words, that I was left without words of my own,
which made Charles truly laugh.

At first, I thought I was thankful for Jake's good timing, as he spoke up,
breaking the silence between me and Charles. But then his words were even
more surprising than what Charles had said.

"Uh, before you two run off and change I have a quick question for you?
I'm just going to come out and say it. For what the client was asking for,
I think I have plenty of photos, and I'm sure he'll be more than pleased.
But... He did say he was willing to throw in an additional $5,000 dollars,
split between just the two of you if you be willing to do one more, small
shoot.  He'd like three nude photos of you two together for just his
private collection?" Jake asked, while shrugging his shoulders.

"Please know this is completely the client's idea, and you both have the
right to say no.  But should you choose to say yes, the three photos will
go to him and only him.  I promise to delete my copy, again should you
choose to say yes," Jake said, looking mostly at Charles and clearly uneasy
with the question he was told to ask.

My voice was somewhere in my throat refusing to come out. All I could do
was turn and stare at Charles who seemed completely unbothered by the idea.

"So, twenty-five hundred for just three nude photos of the two of us?  Is
there a catch?  That seems like a lot of money for just three photos.  What
are we doing in those three photos?"  Charles asked.  Seemingly more
shocked at the amount of money than the suggestion of posing nude.

"The client would like one from the front with you two together, one from
the rear, and then one with you two in an aroused state," Jake said, again
his voice sounding of anguish for having to put us in this spot.

"Ah, there it is.  One with us hard.  Well, it wouldn't be my first time
taking a dick pic. It will definitely be my first time in front of a minor,
hmmm... I guess if I look at it like its just two guys, then its not so
bad. How about it Blake, you good with this?"  Charles asked.

I don't know why I was so nervous. I had taken tones of naked photos with
Jake, and most of them doing things a lot worse than just being naked and
hard. Perhaps it was the beauty of Charles, or perhaps I was feeding off
Jake's uncertainty.

"I'm good with it, if you two are?" I hesitantly responded.

"Cool, let's do it," was all Charles said.

Without hesitation his fingers started unsnapping the button on his jeans.
I watched as it took some effort on Charles' part to shimmy out of his wet
pants.

Realizing I wasn't moving, I pretended to unbutton my dress shirt while
secretly keeping an eye on the show in front of me.  I also glanced over
toward Jake to make sure I wasn't crossing a line with him.  He had walked
over to his cart to grab a new lens, but I sensed he too was keeping an eye
on the exhibition.

With Charles' black denim jeans now sitting in a dripping pile on the
floor, all eyes went to his fleshy tube of meat which hung a nice three to
four inches limp against his left thigh. It was pale, circumcised, and
proportionately thick for his body.  All-in-all a nice-looking cock, and
nothing to be shy of.  But what really caught my eye were Charles' jewels.
Even with the cool air of the room on his wet skin, his sack was still
loose, free of hair, and of good size.  His balls were as big as Jake's, if
not bigger, and they looked out of place on his skinny frame.

I picked up the pace when I notice Charles looking over to me after taking
off his pants.  With my wet shirt now on the tile floor, I turned my back
to Charles to remove the dance belt.  It wasn't the fear of being naked in
front of him, but more my concern at what state my cock would be in after
having just seen him naked.  I was thankful my cock had not sprung to
attention, and a bit shocked to see it had shrunk some from being confined
by the wet thong.  I gave it a couple tugs before presenting myself to
Charles.

"Okay guys let's just have you side by side, perhaps Charles you could put
your arm around Blakes shoulder," Jake suggested.

Charles was still standing in the center of the black backdrop, so it only
made sense that I move over to where he was at.  As I took the couple steps
towards him, I heard him whisper to me.  "Impressive."

"Thanks.  You too," I said.

The first two photos were simple, one of us smiling, naked, side by side.
We didn't even have to move, as Jake walked behind us to get the one from
the rear.  Charles and I looked back over our touching shoulders, and once
again smiled for the camera.  Click.

The last photo was very anticlimactic. Especially for a super horny gay
fourteen-year-old, who was standing in front of one of the most amazing
specimens of a man he had ever seen. Charles spit into his hand and started
stroking his rod with his eyes closed.  I looked down at his pumping hand
and then over to Jake, somewhat unsure of what to do next.  Eventually I
followed suit, spitting into my hand, and gripping my chubbing cock. With
my eyes wide open, taking in Charles' steadily growing shaft, my rod
reached it's almost 6" length quickly.  When Charles finally opened his
eyes, his cock was nice and hard, with me guessing it to be about 7"
inches.

And in a most untypical showing from Jake, he asked us to say boner, to
which we did like goofy little kids as he took the final photo. And then it
was over.

"We good?" Charles asked, showing Jake a thumbs up gesture.

"Yep, all set," Jake said, returning the universal gesture.

Charles patted me on the back and walked off toward the bathroom, his hard
cock swaying back and forth.

I was left standing there with my hard prick in my hand wondering what had
just happened.  Was that really it? After the compliments of how sexy I
looked, and the carefree attitude of stripping naked and getting hard in
front of each other, was there really nothing more?  It seemed even my own
cock had resigned itself to it being over, as started to shrink in my hand.

I wanted more.  Maybe a lovely blowjob, perhaps a hand-job, hell even if we
just jerked off in front of each other, this couldn't be how it ended.  But
when Jake handed me a towel, without saying a word, I bowed my head and
finally accepted that nothing more was going to happen.

Having swaped phone numbers and saying our goodbyes to Charles, Jake and I
watched him drive past the gate Jake then closed the door and took me into
his arms.  His lips pressed firmly into mine, with his tongue entering my
wanting mouth.

"I'm so sorry for snapping at you Blake.  These last couple weeks, between
work and this photoshoot, has just had me on edge.  It wasn't right that I
took that out on you," Jake said, still holding my head.

"It's okay.  I shouldn't have acted like a little kid." I confessed.

Jake held my chin, with his thumb running over my plump lips as he spoke to
me, "I meant it when I said I would make it up to you my little cub.  When
I get back, you and I will do something special, just the two of us. Okay?"

His promise brought forth a mix of emotions, excitement for the future time
alone with him, and sadness that he really didn't have time for me
now. "Sure, that sounds really good."

"When I get back, we'll also go over your financial account from these last
two shoots.  But until then I placed another thousand in your savings
account."

"Thanks," I replied.  Happy to have the money.

"So, what're your plans for Halloween?" Jake asked as I had moved to the
kitchen counter.

"Nothing.  Probably hang out with Lucas, or just stay home and hand out
candy."  I offered.

"What if I had something better for you to do?" Jake asked as he walked
back from letting Sam in the house.

Fending off an excited Sam, I curiously asked what it was.

"Well, for the past couple years I have hosted a Halloween party here for
Logan and the Boy Scout troop.  This neighborhood gives out amazing candy,
and the parents and kids like to come back here all dressed up in their
costumes to hang out and use the backyard.  I thought, with my being gone
on Sunday, perhaps you'd host the party for me?"  Jake asked, getting me a
bottled water from the fridge.

"What do you mean host?" I asked.

Taking a sip from his own water bottle Jake proceeded to lay out what he
was looking for, "Well, you'd help John set up, hand out candy to those who
knocked on the door, and then once the party was over, perhaps you'd be
willing to sleep over and take care of Sam? Maybe I could also have you
check on him until I get back on Tuesday?"

With Sam resting his head on my thigh, while I scratched behind his ear, it
was hard to say no to taking care of him.  But hosting the party seemed
like more effort than it was worth, especially remembering my last run-in
with that troop.

"Yeah, of course, I'll watch the house and take care of Sam.  But do I
really need to be here for the Halloween party?  Can't I just come after
everyone has left?  I mean I don't even have a costume." I said.

"The Halloween party is a blast, and if you have nothing else going, why
not have some fun?  And, feel free to invite Lucas over as well, you two
are always welcome.  And as for your costume, I took the liberty of getting
you one, just in case you needed it."

Having had no closure to my jealous thoughts about Jake's feelings toward
Lucas, I wasn't overly thrilled to hear Jake say Lucas was always welcome
over here.  But he did have a good point about inviting Lucas over, and the
thought of us having sex and using Jake's hot tub did pique my interest. As
did his costume comment.

"What's the costume?"

Jake took my question as a sign of my agreeing to host, and sprang into
action, "Awesome.  You'll have a great time, and I think you're going to
love the costume.  It's a custom-tailored Spiderman suit," Jake said
running into the study and coming back holding a box.

When Jake pulled the red and blue costume from the box, I could tell
instantly it was the genuine article. The first thing I notice when Jake
handed it to me was that it was a solid piece just like the suit used in
the movie.  From the neck down to the sown in rubber shoes was a single
piece that you stepped into and zipped up in the back.  The mask was just
as authentic, and made of the same red, blue, and black trimmed lycra and
spandex material.  The smile on my face as I looked up at Jake said it all.

"I'll take that as you like it," Jake said referring to my facial
expression.

"Try it on.  I had it tailored just for you."  I could tell from Jake's
giddy request; he was just as excited as I was.

I quickly stripped out of my sweats and down to just my red underwear and
socks, inspecting the best way to step into the outfit.

"Damn.  I couldn't say anything with Charles around, but seeing you today
in those ballet briefs and now those red ones makes me so hard. Fuck you
really are gorgeous," Jake said with a bit of growl in his tone.

I wagged my ass back and forth, hoping it might just be enough to get him
to forget how much work he had and plow me right here in the kitchen like
the old days.

Pleadingly, Jake let me know I needed to move things along, "Just put on
the suit and stop teasing me.  I'm seriously pushing it for time as it
now."

I nodded my head and stepped into the costume.  Pulling it up my body as
the spandex stretched around my muscles.  Jake nailed the size perfectly.
There wasn't an inch of left-over fabric anywhere.  The suit was so tight I
could see my abs and the lines of my briefs in front.

"Wow.  I knew you'd look good in this, but wow.  Smokin hot," Jake said.

The costume was so real, I felt like a superhero pulling on the mask.  Jake
stepped up behind me, as I felt him zip me up.  His hand gently running
over my right cheek as I heard him talk into my ear, "Spiderman never
looked better."

"Really.  Does it look that good?  I need to see," I said, leaving Jake and
running to his master bedroom where he had a full-length mirror.

It must have been the superpowers of the suit because I climbed the stairs
and ran the hall to Jake's room in no time flat and wasn't remotely out of
breath when I got there.  Not to toot my own horn, but Jake was right, I
did look damn good in this costume.  Every muscle on my body seemed to be
perfectly defined by the tight spandex material. And my greatest feature,
my nice big booty, looked like it was meant for this outfit.  Hell, even I
wanted to slap my own ass.

"Had enough?  I really do need to get to work on those photoshoots before I
fly out tomorrow.  So, while you're carefully taking that off, I'll go over
the routine for the mail and feeding Sam," Jake said, as he unzipped me.

I left the costume at Jake's house and headed back home.  I was so excited
about the party, I had kind of forgotten about my horny desires, well at
least for the moment.

Since the cold and raining weather had started weeks earlier, I had come up
with a story for my mom to explain what I was doing at Jake's. I needed
some excuse to keep going there on the days when the weather was too bad to
be working outside. On such days, I was cleaning out his massive tool shed
or helping him set up for a photoshoot.

Both had the beauty of being true, as Jake did have a massive shed in his
backyard where he stored some of his personal tools and a few specialty
tools that his company would use now and then.  And being that I was the
subject of most of his shoots, I was technically helping him set up for it,
just by being there.

That night my mom and I spent the evening carving pumpkins.  She seemed
okay about the idea of me going to Jake's house for a party, especially
when I told her it was for the Boy Scout troop.  I wasn't sure she would
accept the idea of me spending the night there alone, so I said after the
party I would be at Lucas' place.  As with most teens in the twenty-first
century, my freedom came with one rule.  When my mom called my cell phone,
I had better answer it, come hell or high water.  Or I could kiss my
freedom goodbye.

After a full plate of spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, I trudged my way
down to my room.  Throwing on a simple white undershirt, and a pair of thin
flannel pajama bottoms I plopped down on my bed, recounting the day's
events.

I sent Lucas a quick text while I loaded Captain Kush.  As if it was a real
person, I jokingly said to my pipe, "You're not the only superhero in this
house now."

Lucas and I shot texts back and forth all night, as I described my shoot
with Charles, and invited him to the Halloween party.  Like me, the initial
thought of hanging out in a house with a ton of parents and a pack of
younger boys didn't sound appealing.  But the idea of having that huge
house to ourselves afterward sounded quite nice.  He also seemed quite
intrigued to see my outfit, especially when I found out he was going as
Ironman.  With the final text, Lucas made no promises about coming during
the party, but he said he would try and head over later in the evening.

I wasn't sure if it was that I was just so exhausted or if it was the
quality of the weed I was smoking, but the last thing I remembered was
looking at pictures of Tom Holland in his Spiderman suit before I found
myself waking up late Sunday morning.

Jake told me I should be at his house around 5pm to assist John in setting
up the decorations.  John had the key and would do most of it, but he
thought it would be nice if I helped him out.  By 4:30pm I'd helped my mom
set up the front yard with our pumpkins and the few silly decorations we
had.

The weather was still overcast, but the forecast for the day did not call
for rain.  With a quick kiss, and not so quick lecture about being only
young once, and not too old to still dress up, and something, something,
speech from my mom, I was finally out the door skateboard in hand.

Knowing what my true outfit would be tonight, I still threw on some nicer
jeans and a festive black and orange shirt to make it look like I was
dressing for the occasion.  But, how do you tell your mom that your
thirty-seven-year-old boyfriend bought you a skintight costume because he
knew it would show off her son's bubble butt?

When I got to Jake's, I recognized John's truck in the driveway.  I noticed
he had already set up quite a few kid-friendly decorations in the yard, as
I knocked on the door and let myself in.  He was busy in the kitchen
setting up the tables when I walked in.

"Blake, good to see you," he called out.

"Hi, John. The yard looks good.  What can I do to help?"

"Thanks.  With the weather, you never know if people will move to the
backyard, but just in case, could you throw these orange tables clothes
down, and set out these bowls of candy?"  He said, pointing to the items on
the kitchen table.

For the next half hour or so, I helped set the place up.  He informed me
that in a little while people would start showing up, and then when most of
the kids had arrived, they'd head out to trick-or-treat around the
neighborhood. He said I was welcome to join but understood if I wanted to
just hang out.

 I excused myself to go change into my costume, something I had been dying
to do all day.  I had to duck under the red caution tape I had strung
across the stairs, to keep party-goers from going to that part of the
house.  Laid out on the bed was my costume, as Jake had left it.  I picked
up an envelope with my name on it lying on the bed as well.

`Hey little cub, hope you have a wonderful time tonight.  Sorry I couldn't
be there. You know how much I would love to see you in your
costume. Perhaps you'll put it on for me when I get back.  On that note, I
left you something I think will go well with it in the upper dresser
drawer.  I'm sure you'll get everyone's attention tonight.  Love you little
Cub!  I'll text you tomorrow.  Love Jake' `P.S. your photoshoot came out
amazing as usual.'

Behind his note was a photo of Charles and me in black and white as the
water sprayed over us.  The picture looked magazine quality, and even I was
beyond pleased with how well it turned out.  It was sexy, and yet decent
enough that I could see it hung in a house. The house of a perverted old
gay guy, but none-the-less hung for all to see.

I went to the top dresser drawer and opened it.  I smiled when I saw the
dance belt from yesterday's shoot, cleaned and pressed.  Stripping down, I
slid the garment on once again and then walked over to the suit.  With it
completely on I could tell the dance belt was a nice added touch. The
underwear lines from the night before were gone, which I knew would make
people wonder if I was wearing any at all?

I headed downstairs to the kitchen where John was adding the final touches
to a pumpkin he was carving.  If John's reaction to me walking into the
kitchen was a sign of how the night was going to go, I figured it was going
to be a fun time.  His eyes got huge, his mouth opened, and the handful of
pumpkin guts he was holding completely missed the bowl, landing straight on
the table.

"Wow.  Jake said he'd bought you a costume.  But he never told me what it
was, or that it would be so real looking. It's a good look for you."

That was probably the nicest comment a straight married man could have
given me, without coming off pervy.  "Thanks.  I like it a lot too.  Um,
could you help me zip up the back?" I asked, smiling under the mask,
knowing he was about to get a good look at my spandex covered ass.

"Yeah, um sure.  Let me just wash my hands."

With his hands washed I watched through the tinted eye visors of the mask
as John walked behind me.  I thought for a second, I heard him gasp, as I
felt his left hand on the small of my back, while his right hand zipped me
up.

"All set Spidey," John said, walking back to his pumpkin.

John finished up his pumpkin, while we made small talk.  I learned that
John's oldest child was a girl my age who went to my school.  Her name was
Sarah, and while I didn't have any classes with her, I knew who she was.  I
learned that Sarah and John's wife Trish wouldn't be coming, as they
preferred to stay home with his youngest, another daughter who was still in
diapers.  His two sons Logan, and Chandler were coming over with Nile and
Philip.

The mention of Logan and Philip took me back to the camping trip in the
tent.  And, while that night was one, I never wanted to repeat, the thought
of those boys kissing my cock sent a shiver through my body.  That shiver
was followed by another, as it dawned on me that there was a good chance
Mr. Haney was coming too.

I hadn't thought about Mr. Haney or that night alone in his office in quite
a while.  Now I was faced with the real possibility that Mr. Haney and his
sons would be coming tonight.  I knew he wouldn't be dumb enough to openly
talk about it while at the party, but the thought of seeing him both
scared, and for some reason, aroused me.

I never mentioned that night to anyone, and while I still felt it went too
far, I had long since stopped considering him the bad guy, like I had
thought he was that evening.  In truth, a few weeks after that incident he
started showing up in my jerk off dreams, as I played out how that night
might have gone had I not stopped it.

Sitting there alone on the couch, as guest started arriving, left me to my
own thoughts of those boys, and being with Paul.  Both thoughts reminded me
of how horny I still was.  After sending a few selfies to Lucas of me in my
costume, I started getting anxious, thinking about who I might run into.

I knew Jake had a cupboard in the studio room where he kept some liquor.  I
also knew that room was off-limits, and I'd be by myself if I snuck away.
After making sure no one saw me enter the spiral staircase, I slipped
quietly down into the studio as if I were the real Spiderman.

Opening the cabinet where Jake kept his liquor, I took stock of his
collection. My eyes landed on a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of
Captain Morgan's, having heard of both.  I knew Jake wouldn't mind or
notice if I took a shot or two. I also felt confident I could handle it,
seeing as this wasn't my first time with hard alcohol.

On my thirteenth birthday, my friend Steve snuck me away from the pool
party and handed me a bottle of Jack Daniels Punch.  I think I remember him
saying he took it from his Mom's stash, and that I should drink it to
celebrate entering manhood. My memory was a little foggy about that day,
but I was pretty sure it tasted okay.  I know between the two of us we
couldn't finish the bottle.

With having a history with the brand, I grabbed the bottle of JD.  Pulling
my mask up I put the bottle to my lip and tipped it back.  This was not
Jack Daniels Punch.  Half of the burning liquid went down my throat.  The
other half got sent back up violently, as I regurgitated it out my mouth
and nose.  Thankfully, none of it got on my costume, as I was smart enough
to lean forward as the Devil's liquid escaped my body.

I was also thankful the towel I had wrapped myself in from Saturday's shoot
the was still next to the privacy screen. I quickly grabbed it and used it
to first wipe my face, which now included my watery tears, brought forth
from the fiery solution going through my nostrils, which still burnt.
After cleaning the floor, I regained my composure.

Even though I knew no one witnessed my pathetic showing at trying to be an
adult, I'd be damned if that's how I was going to let that bottle play me.
Picking it back up, I took a good look at my current enemy.  With a quick
breath out, I took another swig.  Albeit, a much smaller amount this
time. But, success!

With my confidence growing, my initial idea of having a couple shots was
forgotten, and I ended up having five successful attempts and dancing with
JD.  Five and have if you counted the first one.  Feeling warm and toasty,
I pulled my mask back down.  With a puffed-out chest, as if I was the real
Spiderman, I bounded back up the stairs, to rejoin the party.  During my
short absence, quite a few people had arrived, and the front of the house
was action-packed with joyful laughter from adults and kids in all sorts of
costumes.

I got quite a few smiles, as I walked into the center of the family room.
It was obvious to me since everyone was looking me up and down, yet not one
was talking to me, that no one really knew who I was.  It really felt like
I had split identities.  I chuckled at the thought of telling people my
name was Peter.

Surveying the crowd, I recognized Nile and his son Philip walking around
and said high to them, but it wasn't until I told them who I was, that they
knew who they were talking to.  Nile was dressed as Indiana Jones, and
offered a nice compliment about my costume in his English accent. Philip,
who came as a Gryffindor student from the Harry Potter series, got visibly
nervous once he knew my identity.  I left them, and Philip to his worries,
to see who else had arrived.

My Spidey senses quickly picked up on a hyperactive kid jumping around in a
ninja costume.  I figured based on his size and mannerisms that boy was
Logan, knowing he was to have come with Nile and Philip.

Walking over I called out his name, "Hey Logan.  Love the costume."

The kid stopped jumping around and took a good look at me.  I could see the
puzzled look in his eyes.

"It's me, Blake.  We met at your Boy Scout's camping trip."

Even though his face was partially covered, I could see his mouth smile
under the black fabric.

"Wow.  That costume is awesome!"  Unlike Philip, Logan seemed unphased with
how we had left our last meeting.

"Happy Halloween.  Is there anyone else from your troop here?" I asked.

"Yeah, um, Philip's here, he's dressed as a Hogwarts character, and then
that's Michael over there, I think he's dressed as a Ghostbuster?" Logan
said.

I spun too quickly, as I had to grab the backrest of a nearby chair to
steady myself, those shots were hitting me harder than I had expected as I
tried to follow where Logan was pointing. At first glance, I noticed the
pale-skinned skinny kid dressed in a ghostbuster costume, but on a closer
look realized the wig Michael was sporting was to look like the character
Mike Wheeler from Stranger Things.

"Over there is Jordan.  I really don't know what he is?" Logan said.

I looked over at the short chubby boy standing near the kitchen table,
dressed in an inflatable green super skin, as he shoved cheese puffs into
his mouth.  Seeing him reminded me of the last time we were together, and
his warm tongue licking up my load of spunk off my body.

With the alcohol kicking in, my inner filter was off, and my mind raced
with ideas of him sucking on my cock. Under my mask, Logan couldn't see me
lick my lips, as my eyes ate up the little green rolly polly boy.  I was
now feeling so good, that it didn't even occur to me what my skintight
costume would look like as my dick started to chub a little.

Without stopping to let me fully playout the inappropriate fantasy in my
head, Logan continued to call out his troop, "Over by the fridge is
Mr. Haney, but I haven't seen Adam or Mark."

Hearing that name was a quick sobering jolt back to reality, as my
attention shifted to those people standing by the fridge.I finally spotted
him, as he was chatting with a couple other men.  He was dressed in a
referee's costume, wearing a white hat that was adorned with the NFL logo,
and a pair of spring-loaded googly eyes.  All three men were drinking out
of red solo cups, as they laughed and chatted it up.  It seemed as soon as
I focused in on him, he stopped talking and was staring back at me,
although with his glasses it was hard to tell.

"Blake, I see you found Logan. This is my other son Chandler," came John's
voice from behind me.

I turned my attention back to where Logan was standing to see him with his
dad.  I took a step back not expecting to see John dressed in a full
gorilla suit.  He was holding the mask part of his costume, but even so
with his size and my current state, it was a bit intimidating.  Standing
next to him was a cute little guy dressed as the Hulk.

"Woah.  I almost didn't recognize you with your shirt off John," I said
chuckling at my own joke.

"Hey buddy, love the costume," I said fist-bumping the oversized green hulk
hand of the younger boy.

"Ha, Ha, good one Blake." Anyway, most of us are going to head out now.
Like I said earlier, you're more than welcome to join us, or you can stay
here and hand out candy with some of the other adults.  Your call," John
said.

I watched John's eyebrows furled a bit.  I couldn't tell if it was him
trying to give me non-verbal clues letting me know, that he knew I was up
to something.  Or, It was more likely just me, and that was his normal face
after asking someone a question.  Either way, I straightened up and told
him I was just going to stay back and hand out candy.

"Probably a good idea. Feel free to grab some food off the table, and
perhaps drink some water."  John's comment told me he definitely knew I was
up to something."

"Okay," was all I said before excusing myself from the conversation and
heading toward the food table.

While I was looking at the assorted food on the table, I heard John call
out for anyone joining them on the trick-or-treating that they were heading
out now.  With that, a large group of people headed outside.  None of the
food on the table looked good, but I did decide to grab a bottle of water,
as John had suggested.

With all of the kids and most of the parents had left, the house was pretty
empty with only a couple adults congregating here and there.  I headed to
the study to text Lucas.  It was already 7pm and from the texting back and
forth with Lucas, I learned he was hanging out with some of the guys from
the team and was thinking about coming over sometime around 8:30 or 9pm.

Between seeing all the kids from the Boy Scout troop, and the buzz I was
riding from the alcohol, I was back to being hornier than ever.  My aching
balls were not happy being pinned behind the restrictive underwear and
tight-fitting spandex.  My thoughts kept jumping back and forth between
seeing all the boys in their respective costumes, especially Jordan, and
the anticipation of getting with Lucas later.  With my hands covered by the
spandex suit and my head swimming, it took all my attention to make sure
what my thumbs were texting was correct.  I was so focused on it, that I
barely noticed the hand rubbing my shoulder until the person spoke up
behind me.

"Wow, amazing costume Blake."

I jump to my feet, startled at hearing someone standing behind me.  When I
quickly turned and saw Mr. Haney standing there, I suddenly felt like I was
going to throw up.

"Oh, jeez, I didn't mean to scare you like that.  I sure hope your reaction
was just from me surprising you, and not from just seeing me?" Paul said as
the two of us stood alone in the room.

In my sudden springing from the couch, I had dropped my phone onto the
floor.  As bent over to pick it up I answered Paul's question, "A little of
both I guess."

"Well first off, if you didn't hear me earlier, that's a really good
costume.  But I'm not saddened to hear you feel that way from just seeing
me.  About that night, I really had no intention of hurting you. I just
thought you were into it. I suppose I took it too far.  I really hope you
can accept my apology," Paul said reaching his hand out for me to shake.

I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking or my hormones, but either way,
I regretted it the minute my words left my mouth, "You didn't do anything
wrong, I wanted it too." My inside was cringing at what I had just
confessed, while shaking his hand.

"Oh.  Then why did you run off?"

I took a second to think before answering him, "I got scared."

Mr. Haney nodded his head in understanding, and then floored me with his
next comment.

"You're not scared now, are you?"

I had no idea what he was implying with that question.  Was I scared of
him? A little. Was I more scared of what I was willing to do with him in my
current state? Absolutely.

"Um, uh, like right now, I uh, I don't think so," I said very
unconvincingly.

"Good.  And, just to be clear, I meant just being in the same room with
me. Obviously, this is not the right time or place to do anything silly."
Paul said, clearing up some of my confusion.

"Oh. Right," I said in a dejected voice that he picked up on.

"Don't get me wrong.  Man would I love to do something with you.  I mean
damn, the way that costume has your ass popping, I think everyone at this
party, whether they'd admit it or not, wants a piece of that tail."  Then
Paul leaned in and whispered, "Are you even wearing underwear?"

Mr. Haney couldn't see the wicked smile under my mask as I spoke just one
word, "Thong."

"Fuuuuhhhckkkk." Was his heavy breathed reply.

Looking over his shoulder as if to make sure we were still alone, he
shocked me with his next question, "Can I touch it? The costume that is."

Thrown off, but still horny, I simply nodded my head yes.

Expecting him to step back, I was surprised when he got closer as if we
were hugging until I felt both of his hands rub across my butt.  Not in the
best control of my wits and emotions, I let the slightest of moans escape
my mouth.  Just as Mr. Haney was getting a good handful of each of my
cheeks, we both heard the front door open.  The sudden realization that we
weren't truly alone, had both of us taking a giant step.

"I'm glad we talked Blake. Um, perhaps text me if you'd like to meet up
sometime.  You can always get my number if you just google my name.  In
case you got rid of my number.  Again, wonderful costume."  He said slowly
backing out of the room.  I could tell there was a definite bulge in his
pants before he turned and headed toward the backyard.

If I was horny before, this little encounter had me seriously hot and
bothered.  I couldn't believe what had just happened, and my brain was
having a hard time making any sense of it.  However, I was able to make one
clear decision.  Fuck water, I needed some more of my friend JD.

After taking another couple shots, I made my way back to the party, this
time definitely not bounding back up the stairs, but more like pulling
myself up by the handrail.  It was already 8:45pm, and I had given up on
handing out any more candy.  Most of the trick-or-treaters were straggling
back in, and that included John.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, I spent it avoiding John, texting
Lucas, staring inappropriately at Jordan's ass, re-hashing my conversation
with Paul, and keeping Sam company in the garage.  That last one was an
interesting experience, as Sam had no idea what he was looking at, but he
was sure I was an intruder.  I had to pull my mask up to get him to
recognize me and stop barking.

Lucas had not texted me back, and I was getting really anxious and super
horny waiting for him to arrive. Now that it was 9pm, a lot of the people
had left, with everyone having to go to school or work the next day.

I was about to head to the backyard and see what Mr. Haney was up to when
Lucas walked through the front door. His Ironman costume was okay, not
nearly as nice as mine, but I was so thrilled to see him, I literally ran
to the front entry to greet him. I was a little thrown off that he seemed a
little taller than me, but I quickly brushed that aside assuming his
costume was adding the extra height.

"Fuck, I thought you weren't coming for a second.  Dude, I have so much to
tell you, but right now I really need your help," I said taking him by the
hand.

Not worrying about who saw us, I pulled Lucas past the red caution tape,
and up to Jake's room.

Once inside, Lucas set his trash bag full of candy on the floor as I walked
over to where Jake kept his lube.

"Looks like you got a nice haul tonight.  You should have told me you and
the guys were going out, I would have joined you. Don't worry about it,
right now I just need your cock in me so bad, I can't think straight until
I bust a nut," I said, not waiting for Lucas to answer my question.

Bending over the edge of the bed, I called out orders, "help me with the
zipper so I can get out of this costume."

Lucas obliged, pulling the zipper down, and literally pealing the suit off
my shoulders and down to my knees. I heard an audible gasp and assumed
Lucas liked the site of my new underwear.

"Dude, you can borrow my underwear tomorrow you perv.  Right now, just get
that dick of yours in me," I said, shucking the dance belt to my knees as
well.

With my mask still on and my naked ass exposed, I took a little of the lube
in my right hand and reached the bottle back to Lucas with my
left. Gripping my cock with my lubed hand, I was a couple strokes' in when
I heard him squirt the lube into his hand.  Dripping lube and precum on the
floor, I braced myself for the pending penetration.

I almost lost it when I felt Lucas' warm spongy tip enter my valley.  He
was driving me crazy with each brush against my twitching hole.

"Huh, huh, stop fucking, huh, huh, around, and, huh, huh, put it in, huh,
huh, already," I pleaded.

With that, Lucas put his hand on the small of my back and zeroed in on my
hole. It only took a second for the tip to enter me, and for us both to
moan through our masks.

"Oh, Oh God, OH FU, FUCK, FUCK," I cried out as Lucas fell forward.  There
was no pausing, no waiting for me to adjust, as soon as he was in me his
body weight came crashing down on my back driving all of his cock into me
in one thrust.

Had I not been the one wanting this fuck so bad, I would have been a bit
pissed that Lucas wasn't taking care not to hurt me.

His voice was distorted by the plastic mask, but I could hear him moaning
as he set off determined to pound my ass as requested. After the brief
shock from receiving his full rod, his cock felt really good as slid over
my prostate time and again.

Through the confines of the Spiderman mask, I rasped my affection for what
Lucas was doing to me, "Oh, yeah, yeah, that's it, mmmm fuck, fuck me."

I could tell Lucas was loving it too, as his cock felt thicker than normal.
We were only a few minutes into it when I heard Lucas cry out while shoving
his cock as deep into me as possible.  I knew he was coming, which seemed
extremely quick for him.

It seemed the alcohol was still messing with my head because while his cock
was pumping his seed into me, I could have sworn I felt pubes tickling my
ass.  I was about to say something when Lucas started up again. I was
expecting him to pull out. But like a champ he stayed hard and went right
back to work.

"Shit, mmmm, yes, huh, huh, that's it, uhhh, yeah champ, fuck me," My
muffled voice decreed.

With my right-hand stroking away at a blistering pace, I knew it would only
be minutes before I found that sweet release I had been looking for two
weeks now.

"Oh jeez, so clooooosssseee, don't stop, don't stop, OH GOD," I screamed,
not once worrying about who might have heard me.

My sperm fired out of my swollen balls like champagne out of a shook bottle
who's cork just popped.  The resulting release of cum was so draining, I
had a death grip on the sheets while I moaned unintelligently. "Uhhhhhhh,
mm, Uhhhhhhhhhh, Jjj, Jes, Jjjj, Jesus!"

Lucas pumped my ass the whole time I was unloading onto the sheets,
stimulating my prostate, and pushing himself into another orgasm, as my
spasming rectum milked him for another surge of spunk.

"Oh God, so good, so good," I repeated over and over, as Lucas pulled his
spent cock from my ass.

Lucas pulled the pants of his costume back up as I reluctantly pushed
myself into a standing position.

I saw Lucas heading for the door as I waddled to the bathroom, worried
about the cum racing down the back of my thigh toward my costume, which was
now bunched around my ankles. I'm sure I was a sight to see, Spiderman mask
still on, and cum dripping from my still very naked ass.

I wasn't worried about where Lucas was heading.  It wasn't unusual for him
to go grab us waters after a good fuck, and with how loud I had been, it
was probably for the best we didn't leave the room together. After
expelling what cum was still in my hole, I wiped myself clean and pulled
the thong and Spidey suit back on.  I decided to take the mask off as there
was no reason to leave it on anymore.  I figured I had time in the morning
to deal with the sheets, and who knew, there was a good chance Lucas and I
were going to add more baby-making juice to them later anyway.

Though there were two rounds of sex, we had only been at it for fifteen
minutes.  I was thrilled that I had all night with Lucas, hoping the next
go at it would take a little longer.  While this romp was all about my need
for release and the feeling of his cock in my ass, I didn't want to be the
only one getting fucked tonight.

With no one around I exited the room and headed back to what was left of
the party.  It was like that load of cum was literal tension, and the
moment I got rid of it I could finally relax.

When I made it back to the kitchen, only John and a few other adults were
left cleaning up.

"There you are.  I was wondering where the friendly neighborhood Spiderman
had disappeared too?" John asked when he saw me enter the room.

"Yeah, sorry about that.  I was just hanging out with my friend," I
replied, noticing Lucas wasn't in the kitchen.

"It's all good.  I just wanted to make sure before I left you were able to
get out of that costume, but I can tell someone's already helped you out
with the zipper." John said, shooting me what I took as a questioning look.

My face probably turned the color of the mask I wasn't wearing, as my boy
hole subconsciously puckered from embarrassment.

"Jake said you were probably going to spend the night to make sure Sam was
okay, but he didn't mention anything about your friend.  You two aren't
going to get into any trouble when we all leave here are you? And by
trouble, I mean get me into trouble, right?" John asked.

I was still looking around for Lucas when John asked what our intentions
were.  The devil inside me wanted to say, once everyone left it was my turn
to fuck the snot out of my friend, for the pounding he just gave me, but at
the moment I was starting to wonder where Lucas had run off too.

I was about to answer but waited as the other two adults excused themselves
and left.

"It wasn't really planned.  I mean, I'm staying here tonight, but I'm not
sure what plans Lucas has.  I don't exactly know where he went right now?"

John shot me another sideways look before commenting "Oh, wasn't expecting
you to say that.  I was kind of thinking you were going to tell me it was a
girl you were having stay over.  I mean I wouldn't blame you, this huge
house all to yourself.  In truth, I was a little jealous."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say to that, and thankfully John just
kept talking, "You said Lucas was here, but now you're not sure.  Because I
don't remember seeing anyone your age come or go recently.  but I wasn't
exactly keeping track of everyone, and with people wearing costumes, it's
quite possible I missed him.  Want me to help you look for him?" John
asked.

"Nah.  I'm sure he's here somewhere.  If nothing else, I'll just shoot him
a text."

John thanked me for helping him set up the party and handing out candy
while they were all out trick-or-treating.  I was still looking around for
Lucas when I turned and saw what I would have sworn was John using his
phone to snap a photo of my backside just before he walked out of the front
door.

Being the only one in the house, I let Sam in so I didn't feel so alone.
After having checked every room and the backyard, I shot Lucas a text.

"Dude, where'd you go?" ...Send

... "What do you mean, I never left?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean? Are you still here?" ...Send

... "What??  Dude I've been over here at Andrei's house."

"Wait, WHAT?  Andrei's house?  You were literally just here, and I thought
you were going to stay the night?" ...Send

... "Sorry, I kind of lost track of time.  I've been over here all night."

... "Wait, did you think I was at the party????"

I was starting to freak out as I read Lucas' texts.  I wasn't sure if he
was just fucking with me, or what.  My heart was pounding as I sat on the
edge of Jake's bed.

"Are you fucking with me?" ...Send

... "No! Are you fucking with me?"

"No.  There was someone at the party who was in an Ironman costume and I
thought it was you." ...Send

... "Dude I've been here all night. You can even ask Andrei. Not even
fucking with you."

At this point, I started to panic. As drunk as I was, I knew I hadn't
dreamt the fucking, because the lube was still on the bed and my ass was
still raw from it.  But if it wasn't Lucas, who did I just let fuck me?

... "LOL, how high are you right now.  You were talking to someone in an
Ironman costume and you couldn't even tell it wasn't me?"

His last text was followed by the laughing so hard I'm crying emoji.
Without knowing it, Lucas had given me my out, and I took it.

"Dude, I'm fucking baked right now.  That's crazy, I totally thought I was
talking to you tonight, LOL." ...Send

... "That's fucking funny dude. No worries, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Yeah, really funny. Talk tomorrow." ...Send

I sat on Jake's bed going nuts trying to figure out who I had just had sex
with.  At one point I realized I wasn't going to figure it out tonight, and
with school tomorrow I needed to get to bed.  Having thought I would be
hanging out with Lucas; I had brought Captain Kush so we could get high
together.  Now I needed it just to relax.

As the weed started to take effect, I sat there in disbelief that I let a
rando have my ass.  The more I thought about it, the more I realized all
the clues were screaming it wasn't Lucas.  It occurred to me that I had my
mask on too, and whoever it was wouldn't be able to name me either.  There
was also a part of me that was still happy I was able to get my nut off.

With the weed in full effect now and my brain a little bit at peace with it
all, I laid back with the hope to find restful sleep.  But that was
short-lived as I sprung up to a sitting position, scaring poor Sam who was
asleep in the corner of the room.

"FUCK!" I said out loud, even though I was quite aware I was still alone.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, Lucas' words finally came into
focus. Lucas had been hanging with Andrei all night, and he had no idea
about Jake and Andrei's past.  What were they talking about? What had Lucas
told him?

"FUCK!" ...


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