Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 00:16:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3.2.1...Smile! Chapter #5 - Photo Book This story is work of fiction and contains sexual scenes between adults and minors. Please note this story also contains minor drug use. If these things offend you, or you are under the age of eighteen and this subject matter is illegal then please stop reading. As this story is mine, please do not reproduce or submit this story to another website without my approval. As Always, please remember to support nifty, as your donations are what keep the site going. (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) I love to hear your feedback as it inspires me to keep writing. (Tony @ tfreitas62.yahoo.com). I hope you enjoy. And to those who have assisted me with ideas and editing (You know who you are), please know your help is greatly appreciated. 3, 2, 1, Smile! Chapter #5 – Photo Book "He's on your right Paul. Your right. Fuck, get him. Yeah Sweet." I yelled into my headset. Monday. The last week of my summer vacation and I was starting it off the best way I knew how.High, unbathed, feet crossed up on the coffee table, one dirty sock on, while blatantly ignoring the list of chores left by my mother. Yelling for three hours at the TV screen, currently hosting my rousing game of HALO, while my ass left a perfect impression on the floral print couch cushion, was all I had accomplished this morning. It was the only way I could get Jake and Diego off my mind. My three friends, Eric, Steve, and of course Paul were all in Seattle, in their own disheveled state, yelling at me through their headsets. My mother had spent all day Sunday riding my ass to clean my room and help her with the house. With grandma's house came yards, and apparently my mom felt I was now equipped to handle their maintenance after spending a week maintaining Jake's. Clearly I couldn't tell her that her only child was running around scantily clad in revealing underwear, as the man she had so quickly deemed trustworthy snapped photos of him. My mom even went out and bought us, me, a new mower. If it wasn't for the help I received from one of my neighbors, who saw me struggling to get that new mower running, I'd have had a lot of explaining to do. Side note for those teens out there who find themselves trying to fire up a new mower, if I might make this one suggestion, DON'T FORGET THE OIL! With my mom at work and my level of interest in playing HALO fading, my brain meandered its way back to the only other subject that occupied a teens mind, SEX. I signed off with my friends and then spent the rest of the afternoon covered in baby oil, doing questionable things to myself that tested my flexibility and stamina. By the time my mother had made it home, I was back on the couch beat from my afternoon of self-pleasuring. Of course it only took a minute of her being home before I was slapped with the one question every teen gets during summer, had I done anything all day? Don't adults remember what it was like to be a teen? What answer are they looking for? Yeah ma, I spent the first four hours of the day playing HALO and jerking my dick off with a normal grip. Then to add a little spice I spent the remaining four hours on the couch using my other hand and a reverse grip while I tickled my balls with my other hand until I came all over you coffee table. I'm not a genius, but the single load of wash made up entirely of mixed socks and your favorite bathroom hand towel, that I somehow found the energy to get started before you made it home, might be a small clue as to my activities for the day. As it was, I had no good answer for her and quickly got labeled as being lazy. I personally thought the extreme effort I went through to make sure she didn't know what I was doing was the exact opposite of lazy. Unfortunately, my efforts in deception were not as good as I had thought they were. Resting on my bed, after having just finished another take out meal, hard to cook when you don't have appliances to do it on, my mother entered my room collecting clothes for the wash. "What is this?" My mother said holding up an opened condom wrapper she had found under my bed. "Blake Patterson are you having..." "No! Oh God No! It's nothing." I said cutting her off. I saw her look back down under my bed, before bending down and coming back up with my new red briefs pinched between her fingers. "And these? I know I didn't buy either of these things for you? You need to tell me right now what's going on?" My mom asked as she struck a pose only moms could pull off, hand on hip, incriminating evidence held high in the other hand, while a look of disgust laser beamed from her eyes deep into my soul. "I got the condom from sex education in school last semester, and I guess I was curious about it. And I saw those underwear and I thought they looked cool, so I bought them." I said realizing the underwear she was currently holding had three days' worth of crusty cum stains in them. The condom story wasn't a complete lie, I did get it from school and I was curious, just not about it per se'. I just hoped she hadn't noticed the missing carrot from the fridge and put two and two together. "Ok Blake. Just, well, you're just... you're too young to be having sex. And I'm not trying to put you on the spot, but just know if you have questions about it, you know sex, you can always come to me." She said flinging my dirty underwear on top of the clothes in the hamper basket she had brought into my room. The sarcastic voice in my head fired off with a, `Sure Ma! Why don't you show me how to take a large cock down my throat without gagging? Which in turn led to a visible cringe, thinking back to the talk my mom gave me of the birds and the bees. My mom, always sensitive to the fact I had grown up pretty much without a father, was quick to assume my visible dread was at the idea of talking to her about sex, and because she was a woman. "How about Jake? If you don't want to talk to me, I'm sure he could answer your questions." My mom asked as I sat there on my bed praying it would open up into a black hole, sucking me away and spitting me out into the great unknown of space. Of course, my inner voice couldn't just leave well enough alone, and had to throw in its two cents, `Ah yes mother, let's ask the man who's been taking perverted photos of your son for the last week how it feels when a hard pecker gets shoved up your ass.' "Mom, come on. I don't have questions about sex, and if I did I'm sure Jake has better things to do than to answer sex questions from a kid he barely knows. Just drop it ok. This is all just weird." The first thing I had said since my mother had forced this horrific conversation on me that was 100% true. My mom gave me a hug before leaving, because that's what every kid wants after having an awkward sex talk with a parent, is to then embrace them in a warm comfy hug. Before my night was so rudely interrupted, I had intended to add a few more loads of cum to those dirty red briefs, but now I wasn't sure I even wanted to close my eyes to go to sleep. The next morning eventually came, as I rolled out of bed at 8:30, wondering what Jake had in store for me today. Hearing the crew pounding away in the kitchen brought out emotions of excitement to see Diego again. I threw on some dirty clothes and quickly exited my room in hopes to hear one of Diego's quick witted jokes. Searching the house inside and out, it was evident he was nowhere to be seen. I stopped one of the guys working on the kitchen and asked if he had seen him. He gave me a questioning look, and then told me with the general construction done on our kitchen remodel, they moved Diego to another project. Bummed, my only reprieve was that I would see him in a few days when school started. The trip to Jake's house was becoming routine, allowing me to day dream about where we ended things during my last shoot. A kiss, in which the memory of sent shock waves through my body. Standing at the door, shaking with lust and excitement, I wondered if Jake would start up right where we had left it. Standing barefoot in the entry way, Jake wore a pair of well used jeans and a black Harley Davidson t-shirt. He did not look like a man who had just come from work. His face did not look like a man who matched my excitement. "Come on in Blake." He said very formally. Jake made a quick left after shutting the door behind me, where he entered a room that looked like a small study, before turning around to address me. "Let's talk for a second before we get started." He said ushering me into the room and onto a formal looking couch. I had had my fill of adult conversations and bad news in the past 24 hours, and this smelled of both. "I wanted to talk to you about this past Saturday." Jake said after sitting on the couch next to me. His tone not that of someone who wanted to rehash fond memories, but more so of someone about to tell you the bad news they knew you didn't want to hear. "Ok." I said hesitantly. In the short seconds that past before Jake spoke again, a million thoughts flooded my brain, and not one of them was good. He's worried I'm going to tell; He's afraid he's going to hurt me; He's going to tell me he really didn't like what we did; The photo shoots aren't selling; Diego blabbed and everyone knows; He likes men not boys; He's not gay! "Blake, I...um, I, I guess what I want to say is, I Feel like Saturday got away from me, and I put you and Diego into bad spots. And I guess, well not guess, I need to make it right. Does that make sense?" Jake asked, clearly having a hard time looking me in the eye. "No. What are you trying to say?" I asked confused by his question. "What spot?" "The photo shoot, it was too much. The wrestling, Diego putting his hands into your speedo, and I definitely shouldn't have let the shower scene happen either. It's my job to make sure the craziness of a shoot, doesn't become too much for the models doing them, and that didn't happen last Saturday. The moment got the better of me and I have been stewing on it for the past two days. It's been eating me up, scared that I may have hurt you." Jake said with deep concern in his eyes. I wanted to yell so the whole world would hear that he hadn't done anything wrong, that I wanted it as bad as he did, that I needed it, I needed him, but that's not what I did. Instead I gave the typical indifferent answer you get from most teens, "It was fine." "Are you sure? I mean fine doesn't seem like you were very thrilled that it happened." Jake pressed me further. "No, fine like it was cool and all, I mean I really liked it. It's just all these questions just have me really freaked out you know." "What do you mean?" Jake asked. "I thought you were going tell me this was over, because you didn't like me or the photos weren't selling, or some crazy shit like that." I said. "Why would you think this is over? I mean I would completely understand if you wanted to quit doing this, especially after how wild it got on Saturday, but why would you think I would want it to stop? Jake asked. "Well this morning I wake up to find Diego was moved to another project, and well, you're not exactly dressed like you have been for the other photo shoots. And then you pulled me into the room, and I don't know, I guess my head started racing and I just thought it might be over." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Hmm. Ok, well first I don't control where Diego goes, his dad does that. But I'm sorry he wasn't there to see you, I can see how that would send the wrong message. My outfit, which I guess is your way of saying I don't look very professional, has to do with your shoot today and me playing hooky. And before I go into the details of your shoot, let me first calm your concerns about your previous shoots not selling, which just isn't true. Actually they're selling faster than any I have ever sold any of my shoots. So much so I'm getting special requests, which brings me to your shoot for today, of course that's if you're up for it?" Jake said leaving a long pause at the end. "Ugg, you're killing me!" I said, whining like a little boy. "Tell me, what is it?" "I was asked to do a family style photo book of you, basically showing you growing up. Which the buyer is willing to pay us a lot of money for." Jake said "Ok." I returned clearly needing more info. "The theme is sleep wear, and the buyer wants you in an outfit you would wear as if you were going to sleep. Starting at age one, four, seven, ten, and then your current age." Jake said waiting for what he had said to register with me completely. "One? I don't remember what I wore when I was one, probably a...DIAPER." I said, realizing what the man wanted. "Yes, we'll start the shoot with you in a diaper. That's why I'm dressed casual, I played hooky today because this is going to take some time to do, but this guy's paying enough that it's kind of worth it. Of course, again you need to be ok with it." Jake said. I was looking at the hard wood floor of this study room as I thought about it, the idea of wearing a diaper was just weird, but my mind kept coming back to two thoughts, Jake wanted this and..., "How much am I getting?" "Five hundred for each series in the overall shoot, which is five series, so you'd be making twenty five hundred." Jake said, doing the quick math. I damn near fell off the couch when he told me. I could think of only one thing to say, "Goo goo gaa gaa." Jake was laughing at my silly way of expressing my acceptance. Before I could laugh too, one thing was still bothering me and I had to it off my chest. "Did you talk to Diego too? Did he say anything about Saturday?" I asked. "Yes, I spoke to Diego yesterday and you know him, he gave me a smartass response, which in short I took as he was fine with it all." Jake said. "What did he say?" I asked, now worried Diego didn't have as much fun as I did. "I think his words were something like, `Next time it better fucking be chocolate pudding, and if's he's going to be teased all day by an ass as sweet as yours, that he better get something more than a fucking blowjob from it,' but again I just took that as he was ok with what happened." Jake said shaking his head laughing. "That sounds like Diego." I said laughing as well. And then I said something I regretted the minute it passed my lips, but it was too late, the words had been said."Diego acts so cool, he's not at all scared like I am sometimes." Jake sat back with a worried look on his face. "This is scaring you. I thought you were ok with it?" Jake said, his face expressing deep sadness. It was too late to take the words back, I could only move forward with how I was really feeling. "Sometimes this scares me. But not in a bad way, like, like how a rollercoaster scares you if you've never ridden it before. It can be scary, but also exciting, and then you start to like it. All of it." I said looking Jake straight in the eyes, wondering if he'd catch the meaning of my last comment. Jake took a second to match my gaze, before leaning in slowly, his head tilting slightly, his warm lips an inch from touching mine. After pouring out my soul, I was happy to let him lead me through this wonderful dance as contact was finally made. His tongue gently moved across my lips, wetting them, the tingling sensation registering in my brain. I slowly opened my mouth, his tongue entering like the air I so desperately needed. The tip dancing across my taste buds, tickling them, teasing them, I'm was spinning as he gently broke the kiss. "I'm scared too Blake. This is all new to me as well. I like being with you, photographing you, kissing you, and just spending time with you. I promise I will never hurt you. Not intentionally anyways." Jake said as he sat back, quickly rubbing his eyes. I was in a state of bliss from the kiss, and his heartfelt words. My heart feeling as if a weight had been lifted from it, bringing a smile to my face. "How about we get started, and see where the day leads us?" Jake asked. I simply nodded an approval as Jake stood up. "So for today's shoot, we'll be going upstairs to one of my spare bedrooms, as it would be impossible to stage all of these scenes down in the studio room." Jake said. "Is that what you call it, a Studio room?" I said, coming back down from the clouds. This being the first time Jake had officially named the room. "Yep, I mean that's what it is." Jake said. "So, during our first meeting you were full of shit when you said that you could change the room back to a game room after I threatened to tell my mother what kind of perv you were." I said quickly switching from such an emotional moment to a lighthearted jab at Jake's expense. Jake gave me a cheeky grin, "I might have stretched the truth a bit... It's possible I have a board game somewhere in the house I could have thrown in there to make it a `Game Room'." Jake said using air quotes. "Oh so that's how you get the young boys naked and sucking on your big cock, you lie to them? What else have you lied about?" I said having my fun watching Jake squirm. "No, no."... Jake said hemming and hawing. "It's not like that." He said playing along. "I doubt that very much?" I said pretending to be offended. `I don't typically photograph people younger than eighteen." Jake said quite convincingly. "Riiiiigghhttt. And I'm seven foot tall." "No seriously. I know you're just goofing around, but I've never photographed a boy passed category #2. Most of my clients are over twenty years old and are actual models doing lines like Nike of something." Jake said, with a seriousness to his tone. "So you really want me to believe I'm the first boy you have ever photographed in their underwear?" I scoffed. "Well Yes... I mean I've done quite a few men in their early twenties in near naked shoots, but Saturday was a first for me. I've never done anything with boys your age. It's why it's had me in knots all weekend long." Jake said sitting back down on the couch. "Oh yeah, like I'm going to believe that." I said, truly believing he was full of it about Saturday being the first time he's messed around with boys. "No Seriously. I was in a long term relationship with an older guy, but that ended a couple years ago. I was just starting to get back into the dating pool, when..." Jake kind of broke off. "When what?" I said, hanging on to every word. "When I ran into you." Jake said. "You kind of rocked my world Blake. I had never really thought of guys younger than twenty, but after I saw you sitting against that tree, you seriously monopolized every waking thought. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Jake said. "Really?" I asked, the idea that I had rocked this man's world was hard for me to believe. "Really! Every time I'm around you I find myself acting like a horny teen again. Half the time I can't believe the crazy shit I'm doing. Seriously, every time you leave my house, afterwe've finished a shoot, I'm wondering what the hell just happened and then seconds later I'm bouncing around hoping it'll happen again. I don't know why you haven't called the cops on me, or at least called my bullshit, but you haven't. You just keep coming back like a trooper, ready for whatever cockamamie idea I throw at you. Like today and diapers...What the fuck." Jake said laying it all out in front of me. There was moment where we just looked into each other's eye, smiling, happy that we both seemed to be on the same page. "Is it time for you to put me to bed daddy?" I said being silly and playing on the theme of the shoot. Jake shook his head, "Damn. Such a little cock tease. We better get a move on before I lose all focus and this train goes off the rail." Jake said reaching out a hand to pull me off the couch. "Uh oh, is your big locomotive gunna come crashin into my caboose?" I said in my best baby talk. Jake just growled and slapped my ass making me yelp and jump, as he chased me up the stairs to the second floor. Running up the stairs I stopped at the second floor landing not sure which way to go as Jake ran up on me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, Jake directed me to the left and into the first door, which upon entering was clearly a bathroom. "You know the drill." Jake said standing right behind me. "I know shower and teeth." I said acting like it was such a pain. Jake's large hand reached over my shoulder and down my chest stopping as it cupped my cock and balls over my shorts, "Just a shower and teeth brushing. Don't touch the goods, understand?" He said giving my equipment a gentle squeeze. "You're not the boss of me." I said playfully pushing my butt back against his crotch. "If you're a good boy and do as I say, I'll make it worth your while." Jake said, gently nibbling on the top of my left ear. My game playing was over as this new sensation swept over me. I never imagined my ears were a spot for such erotic feelings, but Jake's warm breath spread over the undulations of my ear, made my knees weak, my hands balled into tight fists, and a sensation I could only describe as something similar to a dry orgasm that started in my balls and moved up my hard shaft, making my cock twitch inside my briefs. "When you're done, come down to this room and we'll get started." Jake said pointing to the next door down from the bathroom. The bathroom wasn't special, just your typical vanity, combo tub and shower, and a toilet. The overall look was a manufactured beach theme. Large fake sea shells hung from the wall, and matching embroidered sea shell towels draped against the blue painted walls. I found comfort in seeing the unopened tooth brush and towel sitting on the counter with this new setting.Having showered, following Jake's instructions not to touch my prick, I brushed my teeth before shuffling to the next room wrapped in just a towel. I couldn't help noticing the large moving boxes, stuffed with various items I could only guess were for the shoots, which sat in the hallway. It was clear the minute I entered the room that it had been staged for the shoot. I had no idea what the room had looked like earlier, but now it was set up to look like a babies room.To my right and against the wall of the bedroom door was a five drawered dresser. On top were pictures of a baby boy, a small blue stuffed bear, and a night light with a baby zoo animal theme lamp shade on it. On the wall straight ahead of me was twin size bed that sat a foot off the hard wood floor, and beneath the only window in the room. The bed had three sides lined with white wood railings to mimic a crib, with the side closest to the center of the room open and without a rail. The cotton bed sheets matching the theme of baby zoo animals as seen on the lamp. To my left was a small light brown wooden desk with a flat surface and a single drawer beneath, in which Jake had put a babies changing pad on top. Sitting next to the changing pad was a bottle of baby oil, baby powder, and a stack of diapers. To the right of the desk was a semi recessed book shelf about two feet wide and standing about two feet off the floor and all the way to the ceiling. It was filled with baby books, Stuffed animals, and baby shoes. The back wall was the closet, in which its sliding white doors were closed. On the white walls were framed pictures of Noah's Ark, in what I would call child's form. Age 1; "Wow, you really went all out." I said looking around the room. "Thanks. I like to take my work seriously, even if the idea of it can be a little silly sometimes." Jake said, while adjusting his camera, which was set up on a tripod in the middle of the room, with a smaller camera hanging from his neck. "Silly, like two boys wrestling in pudding?" I said being a smart ass. "Oh that reminds me." Jake said as he open the desk drawer and pulled his laptop out. "Something we forgot to do at the end of our last shoot." Jake said opening up the laptop and spinning it toward me. "I thought you'd like to see what that silly wrestling in pudding got you." Jake said, as I looked at the screen and my current balance. Hudson Photography BLAKE PATTERSON CATEGORY #3 $50 Owed = $29,350 CATEGORY #2 $150 Photo Shoot #3= <-$2,000> CATEGORY #1 $250 Balance = $27,350 CATEGORY #0 $500 CATEGORY P# $1,000 CATEGORY X $1,500 CATEGORY XXX $2,000 "Not bad right? I gave you one thousand for each series." "What, no money for sucking your dick? I mean I got one hundred for you sucking mine, and that was easy. I should at least get something for swallowing your anaconda?" I said poking fun at Jake. "Huh, interesting. You might have a valid point there. I guess based on your performance I should probably take some money away?" Jake said looking at me for my reaction, and he got it. "What? Oh fuck you." I said laughing along with Jake. Calming down Jake looked at me seriously, "Listen Blake, I am only paying you for what you do in the photo shoots, what happens after the shoots, is well... I hope just something you enjoy. The first time I shouldn't have said it was for the bj. That was wrong of me." Jake said with a hand on my bare shoulder. "I get it. You just don't want to pay me the five hundred you owe me. Because you know it was worth at least five hundred." I said to lighten the mood. I understood the very serious point Jake was making. If there was to be any kind of friendship between us, then our encounters couldn't be treated as if I was a prostitute. Jake leaned into my ear, "Your worth can't be defined in dollars Blake." Jake whispered. There was that warm air again on my ear, only this time I wasn't wearing anything to keep my cock from springing up. Jake noticed the rising towel and commented. "You know, that's going to be a problem for the first shoot." His head still next to mine, his hands on my shoulders. "Maybe we should do something about it?" I said biting my lower lip. "I think I have an idea." Jake said Jake led me to the bed and spun me around so I was facing him. He had been a quick study and went in again for my left ear, only this time I felt the heavenly sensation of his tongue slowly gliding over it. Jake's hands went straight for my nipples, which were hard even before his fingertips started rolling them back and forth, another new sensation to add to my growing list of sexual experiences. "Ohhh, mmmm, oh so gooood, mmm." I purred. Seconds later Jake shifted down, with his tongue moving to my neck and his hands moving to the towel wrapped around me. Jake stopped kissing my neck, while he laid the towel out on the bed. He then came back and gently guided me down on top of it, so that my feet were still on the floor, with my butt, back, and head resting on the bed.I looked up in time to see Jake grab my hard cock, after having kneeled between my legs, and place it into his mouth. "Oh fuck, mmm. Uhhhh, ohhh, mmmmm." I moaned as Jake's tongue swirled around the tip of my dripping cock. Gripping the sheets, I watched in pure lust and desire, the sight of Jake's bobbing head going up and down on my pole. This was not a slow and sensual blowjob, this was with purpose, and that purpose was to make me cum. "OH, Oh, Oh, huh, J..J.. Jaaaake, mmmmm, shiiiiiiiittt. Ohhhhh Fuuuuuuucccckkkk. I howled and then groaned when Jake took his mouth off my cock and replaced it with his hand, that he had covered in baby oil at some point during my thrashing back and forth on the bed. The feeling wasn't as nice as his mouth, but I was so close that it worked just the same, launching volley after volley of my baby makers onto my chest and stomach. As my orgasm subsided Jake was now sucking on my hairless boy sack, his tongue gently swatting at my testicles. Standing, Jake went to the top drawer of the dresser and returned to the bed with a diaper and some baby powder. I was still catching my breath when I felt his hands pushing my butt up to slide the diaper beneath me. I was letting Jake take control as I floated in a euphoric daze. It was only when Jake stood up and picked up his camera that I kind of came back to reality. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, my head still resting on the bed, but my hands covering my glistening cock that had deflated but was still chubbier than normal. "Just for me, ok?" Jake asked. I was too happy to really protest anything Jake wanted, and so without much thought I moved my hands back to the bed.I could hear Jake's camera shutter opening and closing as I found the strength for me to sit up on my elbows and forearms, looking down on my cum covered body, baby powdered balls and my oil coated cock. Jake kneeled once again, this time slowly grabbing one side of the diaper that rested between my legs before letting his knuckles drag along my inner thigh, pulling the diaper over my balls and cock. Jake took the sticky tab fastener and connected it, he then stood back up and grabbed his camera again. Looking down at Jake's handy work, my cock and balls were now covered by the Huggies brand diaper, but a good section of flesh on my left hip was still exposed, along with the cum that was now dripping down my belly and chest. Click, click, click, went his camera as I gave him different emotions with my face. There was the innocent look with me biting my lip, the pouty look with my fish lips, and of course the dirty look, where I scooped some cum onto my finger and brought it to my mouth. Click, click, click. Jake spun back to the dresser and returned with a pacifier, pair of blue and white stripped socks and mittens, and solid blue cap with the word love embroidered on it.I slid on the mittens and cap while Jake fastened the other side of the diaper and slid the socks on. I then looked at Jake with the pacifier in my hand and got a wicked idea.Looking up at him in my new baby attire, I seductively dragged the rubber end of the pacifier through the remaining cum, allowing Jake to snap off pictures, before placing it in my mouth and sucking on it. "I've never understood the attraction to diapers and baby role playing, but damn if this isn't getting me rock hard." Jake said adjusting his cock through his jeans. From there Jake had me on my hands and knees as if I was crawling. Then at the end of the bed behind the crib panel, making it look like I was really in a crib. To finish the series up Jake handed me a large stuffed giraffe and a baby bottle of milk which I sucked on and cuddled just as cute as I could be. "Alright, on to the next box." Jake said. I sat on the edge of the bed in my baby outfit, with Jake running out into the hall only to come right back in with an empty box. He made quick work of throwing all of the items from the first shoot into it, before taking down the fake crib panels and bedding. I was passed any worries or embarrassment of disrobing in front of Jake and had removed all of the baby clothing and wrapped myself up once again in the towel.Jake had come back into the room with the next staging box, as I stood there naked looking for something to do. "The next outfit is in a box in the closet." Jake said as he started dressing the bed in Sesame Street themed sheets. Age 4; I stood there looking into the box numbered #4B in disbelief. "Where does one even get this stuff?" "Where else, the web." Jake said a simple as that. "Seriously?" "If you can think it, then there's a website that has it." Jake reassured me. "Yeah, but footsie pajamas that fit a teenager?" I asked, holding up the gray and red long sleeved pajama shirt, which had Animal from the Muppets series on the front, and solid red pants with footed bottoms. Of course the coup de grace being the Huggies pull up that was hidden underneath them. I think because I had no memories of ever being in diapers, my brain didn't have an issue with it for the first shoot, but when it came to these footed pajamas, I was transported back to thoughts of lying on the carpeted floor in our living room of our Seattle home, watching Elmo and Friends, with my mom and dad. The thought of putting this outfit on seemed so humiliating. "I'm going to look stupid in these." I said feeling myself blushing a bit. "I think you're going to look cute in them." Jake said sincerely. "It's embarrassing. And you're not helping by calling me cute. I can't believe I'm doing this." I said starting to panic, with thoughts of these photos getting out to kids at my new school. Setting down a box of stuffed animals, Jake saw the fear in my eyes and walked over to me. I was still naked when his large arms embraced me into strong chest. While Jake's appearance was frumpy, his smell was of a clean body wash similar to that of the one in the shower in the studio room, which brought back fond memories. "You have absolutely nothing to be worried or embarrassed about. You're going to look amazing in this outfit, as you do in anything you wear, or don't wear." Jake said looking down at my naked body. "Ok." I said hugging Jake back. "Good, now let's get you into these jammies, as we still have some work to do, and hopefully enough time afterword's to relax, before you need to go home." Jake said reaching to give my bubble butt a quick squeeze. Jake left me to get dressed as he went back to fixing the room. I stepped into the leg holes of the Huggies and pulled them up. The stretchy absorbent material, expanded as it slid up my smooth legs and into place over my cock. Stepping into the pajamas bottoms, I felt so young as my foot slid into the footie covering. It was like a transformation had suddenly happened, long gone was the teen, replaced now by an innocent and shy little boy. I wasn't naïve to the notion that I ever had control of the situation, but in this outfit, as I slipped on the tight fitting top, it was like I was freely giving it away, and there was something so pure about it, so simple, that if felt right. "There's my cute little boy." Jake said messing up my hair while throwing plastic dinosaur toys on the floor. He had just finished spreading out crayons and markers on the desk, and stuffed animals and art pictures throughout the room. I couldn't help but play along, "You like my jammies daddy?" Jake looked at me for sec, before grinning at me, "Oh yeah buddy, daddy likes your jammies a lot. I smiled coyly before running and bouncing on the mattress on my knees, the stuffed animals Jake had thrown on the bed, bouncing with me. Jake too pictures as I posed with the stuffed animals. You could see the elastic waist band of the pull ups as the pajama bottoms slid down a bit. Jake had me on the floor cross legged playing with the dinosaurs and then at the desk playing with some Play Doh. Soon the shoot had moved to me in just the pull ups and the shirt, and then eventually just the pull ups. Jake and I continue using the terms buddy or boy, while I call him daddy. It was quite fun until it was time to move on. "Alright buddy, all done with this series. Next." Age 7; I walked over and opened box number #4C and shook my head again. "No way. How did you even find these in my size?" I asked holding up a pair of superman Underoos. The shirt was the iconic royal blue, with the red `S' shield and a yellow background. The underwear were a matching red with a solid yellow waistband. Also inside the box was a pair of white tube sox with three red lines at the top, similar to something I would have worn when I was younger. "How many times do I have to tell you, they have everything on the web." Jake said stopping his busy work to answer my question. I had to laugh a bit as I put on the outfit. Which was a bit tight in the underwear. Jake had swapped the bedding again for a Batman themed sheets and comforter, which were mostly black and offset the bright primary colors of the Underoos. Once I was dressed I helped him scatter Lego's on the floor and school art projects around the room. "Where did you get this stuff from?" I asked as I placed Star Wars toys on the book shelf. "Remember my workout partner John, well he has a son who's eight and I borrowed this stuff from him." "And they didn't ask what you're doing with it?" "Oh yeah absolutely. I told them I was taking near naked photos of a fourteen year old boy pretending to be seven, so I could sell them to a guy who's paying me a shit load of money so he can wank off to them." Jake said shaking his head, as if my question was beyond dumb. "What's wank mean daddy?" I said. Jake laughed and then threw a stuffed Chewbacca at me. "I think that should do it." Jake said. My first pose was on the floor, lying belly down playing with the Lego's, something I hadn't done since I was seven. From there Jake handed me a beach towel, which I was to pretend was my cape, as I held two ends around my neck with one hand while the other hand was out stretched like I was flying through the clouds. "Come on dude. You're a sick man you know that." I said to Jake as I shook my head when he told me my next pose. Sitting down at the desk, crayons and pens from the last shoot still spread about, I picked up a juice box with my left hand and stuck the tip of the banana, currently peeled half way and in my right hand, just barely into my mouth. "What??? It's snack time." Jake said with a guilty look. Jake took four consecutive pictures where the banana went deeper into my mouth with each shot, until I was sucking on at least four inches of tangy fruit. Click, click, click. After our "snack break" Jake had me remove the shirt and put it on my head like I was running around acting like a silly little kid. Then we finish this series with me on the bed again, in just the red briefs and white socks reading a comic book. Many of the poses in this series focused on my sock covered feet or hairless pits, while Jake and I swapped banana jokes back and forth. "I just hope the banana enjoyed it as much as I did." I said jokingly. "I'm sure this banana loved it, but the one you stuck up your butt, probably wasn't so thrilled." Jake said snorting at his own joke. I on the other hand wasn't laughing as his joke hit a little too close to home. "Oh shit, did you really stick a banana up your butt?" Jake asked realizing my jocular mood had left. "No." I said without looking at him. My unconvincing retort had the gears turning in Jake's head. "Ok, so not a banana but a fruit of some sort. Or maybe it was a vegetable, hmmm? Maybe a carrot?" Jake said getting closer to the bed where I was sitting. My eyes were wide when he said carrot, and instantly I could see it on his face, that he knew. "You used a carrot?" Jake asked a bit surprised. "No! Um, I don't, I, I guess maybe, yeah kind of." I said. Breaking down and eventually admitting the truth to my interrogator. "Why not wait for the real thing?" Jake asked, clearly puzzled as to why I would stick a carrot up my ass. "I wanted to know what it felt like, cause maybe the real things kind of scares me." I said truthfully. "Why would it scare you?" Jake said not letting the subject drop. "Maybe I was afraid the first time would hurt, and I didn't want to ruin the moment by not knowing what was coming." I said remembering back to when I had stuck the carrot into me imaging it was Jake's large cock. "Well I can appreciate that. But, I thought you said earlier that being a little scared can be a good thing? Plus, it really shouldn't hurt if your partner takes their time." Jake said. "What if your partner his hung like a horse?" I asked looking up at Jake with doe eyes. "Oh. Oh!.............Well then your partner should really take their time and make sure you're ready." Jake said smiling after saying it. "That's what the carrot was for." I said returning his smile. "Maybe we should hurry up and finish this shoot off." Jake said looking at the bulge in my red briefs. Age 10; Inside the box was a pair of white and blue stripped cotton sleep pants, and nothing else. Kicking off the red briefs, I stepped into the pants and pulled them up. The thin material was light and airy, as I felt it drape over my cock and ass. The garment wasn't overtly sexual, but without underwear on, my bulges were on display. Jake had just finished picking up the toys from the last shoot and was currently hanging up a martial arts belt rack, displaying the belts I had apparently `achieved'. I was happy to know I was working on my purple belt, and proud of my accomplishments. He then threw on the floor the white karate gee that went with it. I helped Jake remove the items on the book shelf and replace them with items one would see in a ten year old boy's room. Trophies, sports gear, and posters of video games quickly went up and decorated the room. I was happy with my body, as you could see the definition in pretty much all of my muscles, but without that overly veiny look. The hardcore veiny look came from years of a very strict diet, which at my age wasn't happening as I loved pizza and the occasional fish and chips when I could get it. Because of all of the moving around while staging the room, the sleep bottoms had slid down so they were just below my waist, exposing the beginning of my lower abdominal `V'. I was about to pull them up when Jake startled me with his loud voice. "No! Leave them just the way they are, they look good. I mean you look good." Jake said eyeing the bulge in my pants. "Hey you old perv, you better stop staring at me or I'm gunna kick your ass with purple belt skills." I said, striking a ridiculous karate pose at the same time expressing my serious intent, "Hi-Ya!" The first pose was simply to stand so I was leaning with my ass resting on the edge of the bed. From there Jake had me put the fingers of both hands into the pants, which naturally stretched out the pull string and once my hands were removed lowered the pants even more. Jake spun around, reaching back into the box of room items he handed me a hand held video game. Jake then asked me to spin around, keeping my feet on the floor, but bending over the side of the bed, resting my elbows on the mattress, to pretend like I was playing the game. Oh there was no pretending, this was a Nintendo 2Ds, with Mario Kart. I could feel Jake taking pictures of my butt, which was on full display, but I was somewhat lost in the game, that I didn't even realize I was shaking it back and forth. "Hey Mario, don't get me wrong I love watching your ass shake back and forth, but it makes for a difficult picture." Jake said placing a hand on my cheek to stop it swaying. I looked over my shoulder at him when he spoke, my expression saying sorry, as my lips were spread showing my clenched teeth. "Don't move." Jake said, quickly aiming his camera at me as I froze in place. From there Jake moved me onto the bed where I continued to play the game as I laid flat out on my belly, resting on my elbows, legs bent and crossed at the ankles while Jake took photos from the front and back. The fourth shoot was quick, with most of the poses being me playing the video game somewhere in the room. I could tell the thin material of the sleep pants had started to wiggle its way into the valley between my cheeks giving me a natural wedgie, which seemed to be the focus of Jake's camera toward the end of the shoot. I was in a sleeping pose with my eyes closed, when I felt Jake's large hand rest on my butt. His hand felt amazing through the thin material as he shook it gently. "Don't fall asleep on me. We got one more shoot." I rolled so I was resting my chin in my hands, looking at Jake, whose hand was still on my ass, "Trust me, sleep is the last thing on my mind." I said giving my butt, and subsequently his hand, a little shake. Jake took his other hand, and gently but firmly, held me down by the butt, as he bent over and took a playful chomp of my cheek. "Owwww. Hey, that's not...Ohhh, mmmm." I cooed as he had pulled down the sleep pants and was now kissing the area he had just previously bitten. There seemed to be a hurry in Jake and my step as we stage the next shoot. I didn't know what Jake was thinking, but if his sexual desire was as stoked as mine, then this room was about to ignite, if we didn't finish things up quickly. Jake had me open the dresser drawers leaving clothes and socks hanging out of them, suggesting someone had recently shuffled through them. A solid light blue cotton bed sheets and a Seattle Sounders comforter were put on the mattress but left disheveled. Jake put his laptop, an open text book, and a desk lamp on the desk. We filled the book shelf with books, trophies, plastic model cars, and miscellaneous sports gear. On the white walls we quickly pinned up posters of players from the Sounders soccer team, a black Lamborghini, and Kate Upton picture of her with a painted on bikini that even I did a double take on. "She's hot, but not really my type." I said looking playfully disappointed. "Yeah, well Walmart was all out of posters of hairy chested men in leather." Jake said rolling his eyes. Age 14; Box number #4E contained a pair of white checkered Umbro soccer shorts and nothing else. "Those are something you'd sleep in right? I mean they're similar to the pair you were wearing when I first saw you. Right?" Jake asked. "Yeah, they're perfect." I said. I shucked off the sleep pants and pulled on the shorts. These were quite similar to the ones I had worn the night of the fire, with the snug elastic waist band and wide leg openings. "Ok Blake, let's have you lie back down like you would normally sleep." I sat on the mattress and rolled over onto my stomach hugging the pillow. Jake came over and pulled the sheets up to my waist so my back was completely exposed. "Perfect." Click, click, click. "Go ahead and close your eyes again. Nice." Click, click. Jake then flipped the sheets off me so that I was completely exposed on the bed. "Go ahead and slide the knee of your right leg up to your waist area." Jake said, as I followed his instructions. Click, click. I could feel my dick hardening through the thin material as it rubbed against the mattress, one of the reasons I loved the pair I had at home. "Ok, on your back, hands behind your head." Jake called out. I turned over quite aware that Jake could see the bulge in the shorts, but I was so charged up that I didn't care. "Beautiful." Was all he said his camera rattling off pictures. "Go ahead and slide your left hand into the soccer shorts, like your adjusting your morning wood." Jake said with a large smile. I did more than that. I stuck my left hand into my shorts and took a strangle hold of my rigid tool, feeling the drips of precum at the tip of my cock. My right hand remained behind my head, making this photo as close to the erotic ones I had seen on tumblr. "Ok, go ahead and sit up, so you're resting on your forearms, while bringing your knees up so your feet are flat on the bed." Jake instructed. Of course this only opened the wide leg of the shorts even more, exposing a considerable amount of the bottom side of my thighs. Click, click, click. You could hear Jake's heavy breathing, as he zoomed in on my exposed flesh. "Now, go ahead a spin so your back is against the wall and you're sitting up, with your knees up to your chest, similar to day I first saw you against the tree." Jake said as if just calling out another pose. I knew better. I knew this turned him on, with the openness of my shorts now showing my little bits, it had to be driving the suppressed voyeuristic instincts in him wild. I did as asked as Jake stood at the side of the bed pointing the camera down on me. It was obvious what he was doing, and I was a bit self-conscious. "Are these for you, or for him?" I asked. Jake looked hungrily into my eyes, "Me." He said in raspy voice. Jake spun the camera around so I could see the small LCD screen on the back of his camera. You could see down my smooth legs and into the shorts, where one could make out just the edge of my sack and the tip of my cock. "Is this what you saw that night?" I asked. "Yes. You were so hot. The sexiest thing I had seen in long time. You looked so innocent and vulnerable up against that tree. Your whole world was spinning out of control, and all I could think of was the wild things I wanted to do to you." Jake said, his gaze never leaving the view of my open shorts and crotch. I could hear it in Jake's voice, the lust and desire he had for me, and the bulge in his jeans looked painfully large. "What did you want to do to me?" I asked. Jake finally broke his gaze and looked me in the eye, "I wanted..." I cut him off, with my finger to my lips shushing him, "Don't speak. Show me." I quietly said, waiting for his reaction. Jake looked me in the eyes, his green eyes begging that his ears heard me correctly. My single confirming nod, was all he needed. Jake put a knee on the bed and leaned in, his left arm going around my back, his right hand going to my thigh, his great strength easily pulling me to the edge of the bed. His hand sliding to the back of my neck as his lips touched mine for the second time that day. His tongue entering my mouth again, battling mine in a wild feverish dance. Jake broke from the kiss to rip off his shirt. I dove in for his belt and the button on his jeans. The black boxer briefs revealing his aching monster cock as he kicked his jeans off and resumed his passionate kissing of my tingling lips. My body jumped, causing me to take in air even though it was from Jake's mouth, when his hand slid into the leg of the shorts. I could feel it adventuring over my virgin skin, creeping ever so seductively toward my hard cock. My moan was muffled by Jake's mouth when his fingers wrapped around my tool, his thumb circling the piss slit, skating through the slickness of precum drooling from my dick. Jake laid me down on my back, his hand never leaving my shorts. His mouth left mine to find my pert nipples, where he bit them with just his lips, squeezing and sucking, bring me just the hint of erotic pain. "Oh yes Jake, mmmm. Oh God, yes, uuuuuhhhhhh." I moaned. Jake released my cock, using his free hands to pull the shorts off me. The shorts now on the floor, his tongue went to my belly button, circling it before trailing down to the smooth pubic spot above my twitching prick. His beard hairs tickling the sensitive skin of my shaft while his experienced hands effortlessly move my calves to his shoulders. "Oh Blake, you taste so sweet, your body is like the nectar of the Gods, I want to drink you in. Oh fuck I want you so bad." Jake divulged while licking around my cock, but never touching it with his lips. "I want it too. Oh yesssss. MMmmm." I hissed. Jake pushed my legs back a bit more, exposing the area below my balls and my virgin hole. I could feel the power in his tongue as it pushed and licked over my taint, taking me closer to heaven. When his tongue finally reached my wrinkled hole, my eyes rolled in my head, with lighting and thunder crashing in my brain. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkk, so good, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhh, yehesss, Oh god." Jake's skillful tongue sweet talked its way past my lower gate, while I thrashed and cursed in pleasure on the bed. Greedily grasping at this wondrous feeling in my ass, my hole pulsating around its amazing invader, I pleaded. "Take me, PLEASE! Oh God do it. Jake PLEASE, you have too, PLEASE." I cried in pleasure. My heart stopped when all of a sudden Jake stood and left the room. He was only gone but seconds, but to me it was a lifetime, until I saw him return with the baby oil from the earlier shoot. I could have cum then, seeing that bottle of lube, knowing today was the day. The day my virginity was given to someone else. Jake dropped to the floor between my legs, putting them back on his shoulders as he resumed his attack of my ring with his tongue. The feeling was beyond words, as my already wet lips parted easily, giving free access to his to tongue. I didn't see Jake raise or open the bottle of oil, but I felt it hit my skin just above my cock. Flowing, uninhibited by any follicles of hair, it rushed over my skin, around the base of my cock and balls and into the valley of my bubble butt like a wild river cutting its way through a mountain. "MMMMM, ohhhhhh, huh, huh, ahhhhh." I moaned as Jake's tongue leapt from my body before the impending rush of oil crashed onto it, quickly replaced by his thumbs damming the spilling oil on my hole. His thumbs skated through it spreading it across the center of my universe, while the palms of his hands kept my cheeks spread. "Uhhhh, mmm, OH God." I blurted out as Jake's finger wiggled into me. Having had his tongue just seconds before, his finger found little to no resistance as it snaked into soft chamber on a slick of oil. Jake worked the finger back and forth, taking it all the way to the third knuckle before pulling part-way out and pushing back in. I fingered my hole before during one of my jerk of sessions, but that was just teasing, what Jake was doing was fucking, and I was loving it. "Oh it feels so gooood." I said staring at the plain white ceiling of the room, my brain focused on just the feelings Jake was bringing out of my young fourteen year old body. "You like baby. My finger feeling good in your tight hole. Yeah so smooth." Jake hissed as he kissed my inner thigh that was draped across his chest. "I, I love IIIIIT, OH Shiitttt." My voice rising with the addition of another one of Jake's digits into my hole. Jake worked the two fingers back and forth for the next few minutes, adding more oil when he felt he needed it. I wanted so badly to stroke my cock, which was begging to explode like a primed cannon waiting for someone to lite its fuse. But Jake hadn't said I could, and he was the driver in this trip to my deflowering. On the insertion of the third finger I felt the slight twinge of pain as my ring stretched to accommodate it. My moaning had turned to heavy breathing as I was forced to manage the sensation in my ass. Jake's voice was raspy and dripping with lust, "How do want it?" Looking between my legs, as the bedroom light reflected off the sheen of sweat coating my skin, at Jake while I tried to process his question. "What?" My brain unable to figure out what Jake was asking. "How did you imagine your first time going? Was it on your back? On top?" Jake asked, with each call out of positions his tongue would wet his lips. "I just imagined it with you. What position sounds good to you?" "On your hands and knees with your gorgeous rump on display." Jake growled. I bit my lip as I nodded in agreement, Jake removing his fingers from my hole, as I rolled over. Jake stood up spreading my legs further in my new position. He gently reinserted all three fingers, while my head rested on the mattress panting out with each thrust of his hand. Jake removed his boxers with his free hand and leaned over my body, his fingers still in me, "Just so you know, I'm clean." Jake said his head now resting on my back as his left hand stroked my cock, which had lost some of its rigidity while Jake was opening me up. My mind was in a cloudy haze of adrenaline and desire, that while I heard his comment, I really didn't get it, which was evident by my response. "I'm clean too." I whispered. Jake laughed a bit, but not enough for either of us to lose our focus on the moment, especially when I felt the oil pouring on my skin again. Jake, had stopped moving his fingers back and forth, but had yet to remove them while his free hand rubbed the oil over my ass and cheeks. I knew I was seconds away from losing my virginity when Jake removed his fingers, and I felt his large hard cock lay between my cheeks. Jake started a gentle pistoning motion where each full stroke of his oiled shaft glided between my cheeks and across my hole until I could feel his hairy balls touching my backside. On the return thrust I could feel the crown of his penis drag across my opening, threatening to burst through its weakened gates. There was no asking if I was ready, no last questioning of my acceptance, just a sudden stop of his cock, dead center to my hole, and a steady amount of force before it popped in. "OH FUCK, FUCK, MMMM, AHH, AHH, UHH." I groaned, my ring burning from being stretched around Jake's mighty girth. For Jake's part, he didn't move and let me adjust to the massive invader. My death grip of the sheets was my only release as my whole body quivered at the union of flesh. With the passing of time, Jake began a gentle rocking motion inserting more of his cock with each forward thrust. He was whispering words of encouragement as I bit the sheets, stifling my whimpering as his nine inches of meat impaled me. "Uuuuu, oohhhh, mmmmm, OH, OH, AH AH oh SHIT." There was a noticeable surrender to the fight my hole was putting up, as it relaxed around his cock. The sudden lack or resistance wasn't missed my Jake's hungry tool, as it slipped in three inches on one thrust. Jake now had at least seven inches in my hole, punching his way through my broken cherry, driving the sense of pain out of me and replacing it with a feeling of increasing pleasure. Each thrust rubbed against my boy button sending surges of electricity to my rapidly inflating cock, that I had lost during the initial penetration. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh yes, mmm, yes, Oh God." I kept chanting with each thrust. Jake had picked up on the current state of my emotions, and my vocal purring of approval, by grabbing tight onto my hips and slamming his cock home, smashing his thick bush of hair into my plump ass. "Ohhhh Shhiiiiiittttt, yehhesssssss." I moaned. The sweat from my forehead spreading through the sheet below. "Fuck, huhuh, take it, huhuh, yeah ride my cock, huhuh, so tight, huhuh, oh shit so good." Jake expressed his feeling in-between breaths and the thrusts of his hard cock. My own cock, now twitch hard as well, was back to its state of arousal from a day of constant teasing. "Shit Jake, oh, oh, oh, I;m huh, I'm close. Fuck, uhhh, uhhh." Jake reached around and gripped my swinging prick. His lubed hand simply holding it as his pounding member drove my body forward pushing my cock through his oiled grasp. My toes curled and my head snapped back with the first eruption of cum that jettisoned from my dick, hitting my chin and the wall in front of me. With the next series of spirts, my hole wrenched down on Jake's meaty tube driving him over the edge as he wailed out in pleasure. "OH Fuck Blake, YES. Take it, Take my hot seed, Rrrrrr." Jake's fingers dug into my hips, his thumbs into my bubble butt, while he filled me with his warm cum. The two of us collapsed on the bed, our lungs screaming for air, as breathing was made secondary to the earth shattering feeling of sweet release. I could feel Jake's cock twitching, pushing every drip and drop of cum he could into me while it slowly deflated inside me. Seconds turned into minutes before either of us spoke. "How do you feel?" Jake asked. Kissing my shoulder as we spooned perpendicularly on the bed, my calves and most of his legs hanging off the mattress. His soft yet ample cock still in me. "Great. Sore, but so good." I said placing my hand over his as it held onto my belly. "Was it what you had hoped for?" Jake asked, his own hairy chest and stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. "More, so much more than I could have hoped for or imagined. How about you, did I do ok?" "You were amazing. So hot. You have me feeling like a teen again, if I wasn't worried about the time and how sore you'd be, I'd go another round." Jake said, as I noticed his cock starting to stiffen inside me. "Oh, oh, ahhhhhhhh." I groaned as Jake slowly pulled his cock from me, cum rushing out my gaping hole, trickling down my leg. "There will be plenty of time for future rounds." Jake said sitting up. I tried to squeeze my hole shut, wanting badly to hold onto every drop of his seed. It was just impossible, my hole refused to close, dripping cum on the hallway floor as I shuffled along to the bathroom. I walked back into the room, where Jake had put his pants back on, but was still shirtless. "What did you do to me?" I said smiling. "I just spent three minutes in the bathroom and I'm still dripping cum." I laughed at the unfortunate truth as my hole wouldn't stop draining his warm deposit. Jake turned and opened the dresser drawer, where he reached in and tossed me a new pair of pull ups. "Is my little buddy having accidents?" he said sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Shut up." I said playfully aggravated, yet seeing the logic in it and pulling on the training pants. I threw on my shorts and sat next to Jake on the bed. "These pictures are amazing Blake. All of them." Jake said looking at me as we sat shirtless side by side, scrolling through the photos on his camera's LCD screen. "Will you let me share some of the private ones with the man buying this set? I know I said they were just for me, but they complete the sets. It's like they're the ending to a story told in photographs, without them it just doesn't make sense." Jake said looking into my blue eyes. I had just spent the last six hours with this man, following his every command, until it culminated in his taking of my innocence. A moment etched permanently in my mind, where his rugged hard body gently drew from me pleasure I had never fathomed. Telling this man no was the farthest thing from my wishes and desires. "Ok." I whispered. You need to get home before you get us both in trouble." Jake said looking at the clock. "When can we do this again?" I asked, hungry for more. "The shoot or the sex?" Jake asked. "Both." I replied, smiling ear to ear. "If Thursday's good for you, it works for me. You just need to pick a category." Jake said. "Um...... How about zero?"