Date: Sun, 21 May 2017 15:44:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1, Smile - Chapter 7 - School Photo 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 #7 – School Photo The evening air had cooled down the house, but I was still sweating. I was a wreck, my emotions were all over the map. When Jake had first proposed the deal, where I would pose for him in exchange for the kitchens remodel, I thought surely the web was where these photos were headed. In the days after my first shoot, I searched websites relentlessly looking for just one photo of me. Coming to grips with the idea that I would forever be on one of these sites, but alas, it never happened. And as days turned into weeks, I relaxed on the idea of it ever happening. So it was with a bit of excitement that I finally found that picture of me. But that feeling had too passed, and now I was left shaking in fear, panicking I had made a horrible mistake. Did this stranger have naked photos of me? If so, how? I was forcing myself to ignore the facts. I knew how, and more importantly I knew who. If this stranger had naked photos of me there was only one person who had the means to make that a reality. My heart just wouldn't let me say his name. If I was honest with myself, this was the real reason I was panicking. With the day's events behind me, and my first naked shoot in the books, I had already accepted the idea that naked photos of me would be out there, and out of my control as to where or when they showed up. My horrible mistake was not in taking a nude photo, regardless if this stranger did or didn't have them. But if he did have them, then my horrible mistake was putting my trust in the wrong person. Like the iconic scene in movies where the sand in the hour glass freezes, I was now living that moment. Double clicking on the emails attachment, I waited the agonizing seconds for it to open. And just like that, displayed on my laptop's monitor was a picture of me naked. My heart sank, my limbs went numb, and my mouth went dry. The feeling only lasted for a second though. Like a ray of sun light through the dark clouds my eyes saw the truth. The picture was of me holding the water jug above my head, the water splashing over my body, with my naked `dick and balls' exposed. This photo wasn't real, it couldn't be. I had never posed naked for that shot. And more so than the back of one's hand, a boy knows his own cock, and this was not mine. This picture was a fake. The sand of the hour's glass fell freely, and my heart beat once more. There was a God, and he had heard my prayer. Jake had not misused my trust, he was the man I had hoped he was. But this picture had exposed my true feelings for him. I was falling in love with him. But did he feel the same way? Could he feel the same way? I knew the risk he took was great, but it felt like he loved me too. Sitting in the dark, every scenario of how our relationship could play out ran through my mind, until it became too much. Nearly in tears, I made up my mind. I had to see Jake, and it had to be tonight. Throwing on a sweatshirt, I snuck out my bedroom window. It was 10:30pm when I left my house and my mother, who was sound asleep in her room. I didn't know if Jake was awake or even what I would say if he was. I just knew deep down I had to see him, or at least try. Hesitantly I pressed the button to the call box at his gate. I was startled to hear a voice come through the speaker, the first time this had ever happened. "Who is this? It's late, what do you want?" Came the agitated voice through the speaker. "It's me Jake. It's Blake, can we talk?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't be too pissed. Without another word spoken, the gate began to swing open and I peddled my bike up to his door. Jake was on his porch, in a t-shirt and boxers. I dropped my bike to the ground, securing it was the last thought on my mind, as I raced up the steps and literally dove into his arms. I knew Jake was at a loss as to why I was here, but it didn't stop his powerful arms from embracing me. He held me tight as I clung to him. My emotions getting the better of me as I started tearing up. "Blake what is it buddy? What's wrong?" Jake asked deeply concerned. Composing myself just enough, I asked if we could go inside. We sat down on the same couch that just hours earlier was the platform for our fucking. "What happened buddy? Does your mom know you're here?" I shook my head no, and then in a childish voice, I told Jake everything. I held nothing back, it was as if the dam had broken and everything I had been holding back came gushing out. I told him about the email and the fake photo. I told him how it made me feel. I even told him I loved him. I talked about the shoots and how they made me nervous and yet how I was starting to love them too. Jake sat there and took it all in, he hadn't said a word, he simply handed me tissues and listened until it was his turn to talk. "I, I think I'm falling for you too Blake. I don't know what that means for our future or how this all works, but I know what it feels like to be in love. And that's how you make me feel Blake. That's why it pains me so much to see you upset or hurting. I hate what that guy did to your photo. I'm sorry you had to see that buddy. That's why I stay away from those websites." Jake said, with his arm around my shoulders, holding me tight to his body. He loved me. It was all I needed to hear. The weight on my chest lifted. "Thank you for being so cool. I feel like I can tell you anything." "You can buddy. I'm always here for you. But Blake, we should probably get you home right? I'm going to assume your mother doesn't know you're here, right?" Jake asked. "No. She was asleep when I snuck out. Can I sleep here, with you, please? She won't even know I was gone" I said, looking up into his eyes. "I would love that. More than you know. But what if she wakes and goes to check on you and you're not there. That could be a real problem." Jake said, his eyes scanning my face for my reaction. "She won't. She leaves in the morning before I get up. She won't even know I wasn't in my room." I pleaded. I wanted to be with Jake so bad. I could the see the struggle in his eyes. He wanted me to stay, I knew he did, but his heart and brain were him conflicted with doing what was right. "Blake, I can't risk scaring your mother like that, and if I get caught with you..." I cut him off, "You won't. I promise. If my mom does wake to see me gone, which she won't, she'd call me first, before flipping out. And I'll just tell her I'm at a friend's." I said. "Who Blake? I am not trying to put you on the spot, but who would you tell your mom you snuck out last night to meet?" Jake said, questioning my story, but with a tone of hope that I could back it up and make something so risky for Jake seem possible. "Lucas! I'll tell her about Lucas, and how I met a new friend, and how he asked if I wanted to smoke some weed, so I snuck out. And then I lost track of time and fell asleep at his place. It would work, I know it would. But she's not even going to know I'm gone. Please." I said, putting my hands on his chest. Jake took a deep breath, shaking his head as if to say no, he whispered, "ok". I was so excited he had finally agreed, and I wanted to show him. I reached for the side of his head and leaned forward, planting my youthful lips on his. "It's late. We should get to bed." Jake said, after breaking the kiss. He stood, offering me a hand up. "We covered everything right? The fake photo and you and me, we're good right?" Jake asked. I thought about it for a second. The fake photo had brought out a sense of fear about my naked photos being on the web. A fear I knew I would have to live with, and there was no going back now. And then I had a brilliant idea. "No. We're not good Mr. Hudson. You have naked photos of me." I said, playfully biting my lip before continuing on with my plan. "I want naked pictures of you, and I want to take them." Jake didn't say anything. He just studied me for a while, grinning, but not saying a word. "Ok. We can talk about it in the morning." Jake said, mussing my hair as he walked by. Almost skipping with glee, I followed Jake upstairs to his master bedroom. I felt on top of the world. It didn't even matter that his master bedroom was as boring as all hell. Tan walls, a couple photographs of landscapes, probably taken by him, and a king size bed with a plain white comforter and pillows on it. The room was huge, as was the plain dresser that marked the only real piece of furniture in the room. The most interesting thing in his bedroom, outside of his bed where I had dreamt of him doing dirty things to me, was the dog bed in the corner. "You have a dog?" I asked. "Oh shit, I forgot about Sam." Jake said. I followed Jake back to the kitchen and then to the door leading out to the garage. As soon as he opened it a large husky came bounding in. Sam noticed me instantly, our eyes locking right away. Within seconds this playful beast was on me, his heavy weight knocking me to the floor. I was laughing, as my efforts to ward off his lapping tongue were ineffective at best. "Sam no. No Sam. Enough!" Jake growled. Sam was probably the only one who could ignore Jake's stern commands, which is exactly what he did. Still laughing, I had rolled to my hands and knees on the floor as my only defense. It was all fun and games until Sam mounted me, his front paws wrapping around my waist while his hips pumped his lipstick cock inches away from my ass. Sam had no idea the only thing between him and my boy hole were the thin pair of sweats bottoms. It had never occurred to me to put on underwear before I left. "Knock it off you damned dog." Jake said, finally grabbing Sam by the collar and pulling him off me. It had happened so fast that I didn't know how to react. I jumped to my feet and acted like it was no big deal. "All the dogs in the shelter and I rescue the horny one. Although I can't really blame him can I? I've been after your ass since the first time I saw it too." Jake laughed, shutting off the lights as we headed back upstairs. Thankfully Sam settled down into his routine and ran straight to his bed, where he curled up and went to sleep. I learned from Jake that he had rescued Sam from a shelter when he was about two years old. Jake told me when he picked Sam up, he still had all of his boy parts, and Jake couldn't bring himself to have him fixed. But now at the age of three, he's hornier than ever and that's why Jake keeps him in the backyard or garage when people are over, and why I never knew about him. I removed my shirt and slid into the bed as Jake turned off the lights. "Good night." Jake said, before leaning in and kissing me on the lips. "Good night. Thank you for letting me stay." "Of course." Sleep well." Jake said, closing his eyes as he laid on his back. It close to midnight and I knew I should be tired too. But I was too close to heaven to go to sleep now. I was sharing a bed with the man who just expressed his love for me, and I had to show my appreciation. Like a cheetah stalking its prey, I slowly crawled under the sheets head first. "What are you doing Blake?" Jake asked. I didn't answer. He'd know soon enough. "Mmmm, ohhhh, huuuuhhhhh, yessss." Jake moaned quietly, my small, fourteen year old hand fitting perfectly into the piss hole in his boxers. It wrapped around his pride and joy and fished it out through the hole. I was completely blind underneath the sheets, but I could feel the heat of his massive tool as it expanded in my hand. With my lips around his pole, Jake had given up on sleeping, instead choosing to pull me into a classic sixty nine position. It didn't take long for our warm wet mouths to be filled with juice of our lover's tool. Sliding out from beneath the covers, I slid into Jake's arms. My back and butt against his chest and crotch, we fell asleep, as Jake and I spooned. "Blake, buddy, you need to get up." Jake said, gently shaking my shoulder. "What time is it?" I asked, still half asleep. "It's 8am, and I need to get to work. So rise and shine." I slowly sat up in the bed while Jake proceeded to get dressed, clearly having just showered. I comforted both our worries by checking my phone and confirming there were no frantic texts from my mom. "So, for tomorrow's shoot, we might have to change things up ok? Diego's busy and can't make it, so we'll have to make it just a single shoot. Are you alright with that?" Jake asked. "That sucks. I was looking forward to it." Bummed I wouldn't get to see Diego again. "Tell me about it. I already bought all of your outfits." Jake said, standing at his bathroom sink combing his hair. Still not accepting it was morning, and noticing Sam had yet to get up either, I stayed in his bed still shirtless. "What was it going to be?" I asked. "You two were going to be life guards, red shorts and all. I even bought a megaphone for the shoot." Jake said, shooting me a stare questioning why I wasn't dressed yet. "That would have been cool." I said, finally slipping on my sweatshirt. "I'll come up with something for you for tomorrow. Until then let's talk about your request last night." Jake said as we headed downstairs. Sam was right behind us, and while he was happy to see me again, it was clear he was not a morning dog and headed straight to his bed in the garage and curled back up. As Jake dropped me off at home, we were happy not to see my mother and all of Tacoma's finest law enforcement waiting for us in my driveway. As it was, just as I expected, my mom didn't even know I was gone. Upon entering my room I saw my laptop on my bed where I had left it. I was already bored in the short time I had been home alone, again purposefully ignoring my mother's to-do list, but the idea of getting on the web scared me. Thankfully, my new friend Lucas came to the rescue and sent me a text asking what I was up to. It seemed he and his friends were heading out to see the new Guardians movie, and he invited me to join them. I quickly agreed and told them I would meet them at the movie theater at 1pm. I decided, knowing Lucas would be boarding, to dig out my Tony Hawk board and skate to the theater instead of riding my bike. Opening my underwear drawer, having just showered, I noticed the red briefs and for some reason felt compelled to put them on. I threw on a pair of lose fitting black cargo shorts, and an orange t-shirt I had gotten from one of my last team dive competitions. A pair of no show black socks, Adidas soccer shoes, and my black hoody sweatshirt completed the outfit and I was out the door. The shorts may have been wishful thinking, as weather in Tacoma had dropped at least thirty degrees in just a week. But like every kid, I was desperate to hold onto every ounce of summer.I saw Lucas and his two of his friends standing outside the theater as I skated up. "Sweet. You brought your board." Lucas said. Lucas was dressed in black jeans, his vans and a navy blue t-shirt, which had a stick figure man humping the word `IT' on it. His wild blond hair covered his forehead and the tops of his ears. "Blake, this is Alex and Josh." Lucas said, pointing to the two boys standing behind him. Alex was a bit taller than all of us at about 5'-4". He had short brown hair that was spiked. His blue eyes popped against his tan white skin. His build was average, as I figure I had him beat in the gun department. He too was trying to hold onto summer, wearing a long sleeve green t-shirt, grey mesh shorts, and black flip flops. Josh was shorter than us all, with me guessing he was just under five foot. In contrast to his dark black mop of hair, Josh's skin was pale white. I wasn't sure what he had done all summer but it was clear it didn't involve the sun. His eyes were dark brown, and I could tell he was skinny, even though he had on a white sweatshirt. When we turned to enter the theater I could see his blue jeans were sagging a bit showing the BVD white briefs he was wearing. "DB, you want some popcorn?" Josh asked, apparently talking to Lucas. Lucas turned to me and asked if I wanted to share a popcorn with him, which sounded good to me. I made note of the nickname Josh and Alex kept calling Lucas and decided I would ask him about it after the movie. The movie was awesome, but not near as exciting as the multiple times ours hands touched as Lucas and I reached for popcorn at the same time. Each time we would look at each other and laugh a little. When the movie was over I was starving and suggested we hit up the burger joint next to the theater. Alex and Josh declined, informing us their moms head scheduled a joint shopping trip for the back to school clothes. We all shuddered at the idea. "Later DB. Later Blake, nice meeting you man." Alex said, and he and Josh got into a grey Honda Civic and headed off. Lucas and I headed off to the burger stop and grabbed a table. "That was a sweet movie." I said. "Yeah it was." Lucas agreed. "Hey can I ask you a question?" I asked. "Sure." Lucas said, dipping his fries into a mound of ketchup. "Why were Alex and Josh calling you DB?" "Oh, yeah I, uh, I forgot they were doing that. It's just a nickname those two gave me." Lucas said. This was the first time since I had met him that he was acting shy. "That's cool. I was just wondering." I said, not wanting to put him on the spot. Lucas took a bite of his burger, but you could tell he was thinking about something as he stared at me. "Promise it stays between you and me?" He asked, after wiping his mouth. "Dude its cool. You don't have to tell me." I said. "Nah, it's cool. I think you're someone I can trust with this." Lucas said, scanning the room to make sure no one was within ear shot. Lucas started out and I knew immediately this story was going to be a good one. "The three of us were over at Josh's house for a fourth of July party. His house backs up to a large park where they were shooting off fireworks. His family didn't notice we snaked a twelve pack of beer and snuck off to a park bench that we knew about. The bench is way off the path and hidden behind these trees, we'd go there whenever we wanted to fool around. Josh and Alex had three beers each and I slammed the other six. Obviously I was feeling pretty good that night." I jumped in before he could continue. "Yeah, no doubt you were feeling good." I said fist bumping him. "Well someone had the idea to play truth or dare, and so we did. At first it was just stupid shit like moon the people at the show. We knew no one could see us anyways, so it really wasn't that big a deal. Then the dares moved to things like who could withstand the longest titty twister, which started over the shirt, and quickly progressed to shirts off and bare nipple. And then things got a little crazy. Alex dared both Josh and me to a gay test." "A gay test?" I asked. I had played truth or dare before with my friends and I knew how crazy it could get, and so far nothing Lucas had said was really that far off the norm, or even beginning to hint at how he got his nickname. Taking a long sip off his drink, Lucas went on to explain. "Yeah it was new to me too, but I was keen to do it. Alex told us the rules. We were all to stand in a circle, or the best circle you can get with just three guys, and then with our right hands you reach down the pants of the person on your right and hold their limp dick. The first person to chub loses. Let's just say, the idea of it had me going before we even started." "You know what I mean?" Lucas said, looking me straight in the eyes. His demeanor had completely changed. Instead of the happy go lucky guy I had come to know, he was now quiet and shy. I could tell he was looking for some form of reassurance from me that I would not judge him if he kept going with his story. "Yeah, that would probably get me hard too." I said, taking a quick sip of my drink looking at him as I blushed a bit. Lucas nodded and moved on with the rest of his story. "Well needless to say, when Alex's hand took hold of my cock, it only took seconds before I was rock hard. Alex announced it to everyone that I lost. And because I did, Josh and Alex decided my punishment for losing was to strip completely naked and run around the trees." "Did you?" I asked. This story was starting to get really good. "Of course. The fireworks had ended, and most people had left, so I figured why not. So I did it. When I got back to Josh and Alex I felt it only fair to dare them to get naked, but they both said no. So I decided their dare had to be real bad. I came up with tying them to a tree in just their underwear for three minutes. Josh ran back to his house and got some rope as we tied up Alex first. After it was Josh's turn, I called them both cowards for not getting naked. I think that kind of made Alex mad and he dared me to get tied to the tree naked, or run all the way out to the parking lot on the other side of the park and back. I chose tied to the tree." "Wow. Tied and naked? That takes balls." I said, kind of making a joke and truly giving Lucas props. "Yeah, well this is where I got my nickname, and had I known what would happen, I probably would have ran to the parking lot. Anyway, Alex pulled my arms behind me so that I was kind of hugging the tree. The he tied my wrists together so I was locked to it. Josh added a piece of rope around my waist and then my ankles, which too got tied to the tree. They had done a pretty good job, because I wasn't going anywhere, at least not for the next five minutes. Of course that's when it happened. We all heard noises in the nearby bushes and it was heading our way. Alex and Josh thought about untying me, but then darted back behind some bushes to hide. I panicked and tried in vain to get out of the ropes. The noise turned out to be a large golden retriever who took one look at me and decided I was the most interesting thing he'd seen. Wow, this is really embarrassing to tell. You promise you won't tell anyone?" Lucas said, looking really concerned. "I promise." I would have sworn on anything to hear the rest of the story. "Ok. Well I tried to get the dog to go away, I really did, but I couldn't yell because I could hear his owner on the foot path coming up on the trees. If he didn't leave the foot path, there was no way he would see me, so I tried to be as quiet as possible. But then the damn dog took an interest in my nether region." "Holy shit. Seriously?" I asked. It really wasn't a question, more a statement of shock. "Yeah, and it got worse dude. The dog's tongue started swiping at my balls and prick and before I knew it I was rock hard again. At one point I closed my eyes and just let it happen, until I heard snapping of twigs." Lucas said, stopping one more time to scan the room. "No fucking way. What happened?" I asked, captivated by his story. "I opened my eyes and saw this man looking at me. I'll never forget him. The area wasn't well lit, but between the moon light, the lights from the path, and those coming off of the nearby houses, I saw enough of him to etch it into my mind forever. He wore a pair of dark pants, not jeans but something else. He had a button down shirt that was stripped and light in color, like white or yellow. He wore a grey zip up hoodie and a hat, like an English cap, you know the flat ones." Lucas said, trying to describe the hat with his hands. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Wow. Was he like old?" I asked. "No not really. It was hard to tell, maybe in his thirties or forties. But I remember his face. What I could make of it in the dark at least. He had a long skinny nose that turned just a bit at the end. There was a mole or a birth mark on his right cheek. His lips were puffy and open, like he was breathing through his mouth, but not hard, just constant. It was hard to tell his hair color with the hat on, but his sideburns and eye brows suggested his hair was black. And then there were his eyes. They were dark, I couldn't tell if they were brown or blue, as it was too dark for that. But I could see the white around them. His eyes were open wide." Lucas said, staring into the wall behind me, as if daydreaming of the events of that night. "Did he say anything?" I asked, on the edge of my seat. "No. Nothing." Lucas said, still not looking at me. "Did you?" I asked. "Yeah. I whispered `Help'." Lucas said, whispering it again, his attention focusing back on me. "Did he do anything?" Lucas just shook his head no. "He just stood there and watched. And I watched him. And I knew somewhere in the bushes, Josh and Alex were watching too. I couldn't move, and it didn't look like he was going to get his dog, so we just stood there. That is until his dog's lapping tongue on my cock and balls became too much, and it happened." Lucas said, picking up a French fry but not to eat it. He simply stirred the pile of ketchup on his plate with it. I knew what he meant, when he said "it happened", but I wanted to hear it. His story had turned me on, my cock currently straining in my shorts was evidence of that. And I couldn't just leave it be on "it happened", that's not how a story climaxes, and my brain needed to hear the words. "How what happened?" "Fuck dude, you know? I fucking shot my nut." Lucas leaned in and whispered, a little annoyed he had to spell it out. "Then what happened?" I asked, pushing for the whole story, knowing we had yet to get to why Josh and Alex called him `DB'. "It was over. Just like that. He leashed his dog, whose name was Apollo by the way, and then he walked off. Leaving me naked and tied to the tree. Once he was gone, Josh and Alex came and untied me. I have never been so embarrassed in my life." Lucas said, blushing from just reliving the story. "Dude. No shit. I'd be so embarrassed." I said, imagining Lucas naked and tied to the tree. "I would have been dying inside from embarrassment. I know that dog's tongue probably felt good, but I don't think I could have kept a hard on with everyone watching me like that." "I know right. My best friends watching a dog get me off. And the stranger standing in front of me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was so scared, really embarrassed, and kind of ashamed that it was happening, and I was liking it. But I did. I now all I can think about is that guys face." "What? Like he was cute, like you found him attractive?" I asked, wondering if Lucas liked older men. "No, there was nothing special about him, it was the way he looked at me. You know, his expression. I don't know how else to say it. He was like... Like, hungry for me. Like, the world didn't matter to him. All he wanted was me. Real bad." Lucas said, looking at me to confirm he wasn't crazy. "I know what you mean." I said. Having seen the same look in Jake's eyes. "I kind of figured you would." Lucas said, his lips pursing into a small cheeky smile. "What do you mean?" I asked defensively. "After that night, all I could think about was that look on that man's face, and how I felt, or more appropriately how he made me feel. And ever since, I have been searching for that look. Like the other day, when you and Jake got into the hot tub with me. I saw that same hungry look. The way Jake looked at you. And how you looked at Jake. And even the way you looked at me. Like now, the way you've been looking at me while I've been telling you this story." Lucas said. Watching intently to my reaction. "I uh, um, I, I don't, um. I don't. Huh." I couldn't do it. I had no lies to give him. But I couldn't say the words either, so I simply nodded yes. "He's not just a friend is he?" Lucas asked. And without much arm twisting or teeth pulling I told Lucas everything. It felt good to finally share my secret. And this time it was my turn to watch Lucas's hungry eyes as I described my relationship with Jake. That good feeling didn't last long as fear swept over me. I realized how much trouble Jake would be in if Lucas told anyone. "Holy shit dude. I shouldn't have told you that. Jake could get so busted. PLEASE! Don't tell anyone what I just told you." I begged, this time I looked around to make sure no one over heard me. "Dude, your secret is safe with me. Fuck it sounds so hot. Jake's a stud and the photo sessions sound awesome. I would love to take photos like that. To feel that rush of being naked in front of the camera, and then to watch Jake's expressions as he watches you through the lens. Fuck dude, it's got me so hard right now." Lucas said, his hand slipping below the table, his shoulder moving up and down, suggesting he was tugging on his crotch. "So are you gay?" I asked, knowing I shouldn't have. "I don't know. Does it matter?" Lucas shrugged. "Are you?" He asked in return. "I don't know either." I said, as we both laughed. "I've fooled around with Alex, you know just guys experimenting and shit. And I've sucked off Mike a couple times, but that's it. I haven't had sex yet." Lucas confided. "Mike? Like the tall soon to be a senior and captain of the swim team Mike?" I asked, somewhat surprised. "Yeah Mike. And he sucks me too. If that shocked you, then this will floor you. Mike and Diego used to date." Lucas said, like he had just slid me top secret info. "Get out here. Seriously. That totally makes sense now. That's why he was so freaked when I said I knew Diego." "Yeah crazy right?" Lucas said, taking down the last of his soda. And then like a bolt a lightning from the sky, it hit me. "You want to join me tomorrow for a picture shoot?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "Seriously? That would be epic." Lucas said, sitting up as well. "I'd have to ask Jake, but I think he'll say yes. I'll text you tonight." "You can't forget dude. I won't be able to sleep until you do." "I wonder what our shoot will be." Lucas asked. "Me too? Maybe Jake will tie us up and let his dog have his way with us?" I said laughingly. Lucas started laughing as well. "Hey! You never finished the story. Why do Alex and Josh call you `DB'?" Lucas laughed a little harder and then answered. "DB, as in `Dog Bone" like dog and bone." Lucas said winking at me pointing at his crotch. I about fell out of my chair laughing. That was the dumbest thing I had ever heard, and yet exactly what a fourteen year old boy would find funny. We were both anxious for me to call Jake and see if he'd allow Lucas to join in a shoot. We discussed it and the conclusion was that it would be better if I called Jake in private so he didn't feel pressured into it. I thought of the perfect place for the call and Lucas chuckled at the idea. What better place then where Lucas had been tied to a tree. Lucas lived close to Josh, and both of them lived near the high school. Once we arrived at the spot, I could see how no one would have seen the three boy's playing. The park bench looked out of place. Concealed by the trees and small bushes, there was no clear way to it from the path, which was about thirty to forty feet away. My guess were some stoners moved it here and the maintenance guys for the park just didn't care, or they were the stoners. We both jumped up on the table so our bums were on the table top and our feet were resting on the bench seats. Lucas showed me the tree he was tied too and where Josh and Alex hid. Imagining it, made my cock twitch in my red briefs. "I'll take off dude, so you can call Jake." Lucas said. But before he slid off the bench he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I accepted it and returned it with equal pressure, until he jumped to his feet and started to walk away. "See ya tomorrow." He said with a cheeky smile, before disappearing back onto the path. I wasn't sure what to make of the kiss, but my mind was on bigger issues. What was I going to say to Jake? Would he kill me for inviting Lucas? There was no way I was letting Jake know I had told Lucas everything about him and I. Jake would lose his shit, and rightly so. It felt good getting it off my chest, but I knew it was putting Jake at risk. I could only hope Lucas would keep that secret. But then, I had a secret of his that I was sure he didn't want getting out. "This is Jake, how can I help you?" Jake said on the other end of the receiver. "Hi Jake, its Blake. Do you have a second to talk?" I asked staring at the tree Lucas was tied to. "Hi Blake. Of course buddy. I always have time for you." He said. "I mean are you in a spot we can talk about private stuff?" I asked, tapping my heel on the bench seat. "Uh Oh. You're not pregnant are you?" Jake said, with worried tone. "What? Uh no." I said thrown off by his comment. "Oh good, that's a relief." Jake said laughing on the other end of the receiver. "I'm just messing with you. I'm in my truck, what's up?" Jake asked. I rolled my eyes when it finally occurred to me what he had said. "I have an idea for tomorrow's shoot." "Sweet, what's your idea?" Jake asked. "What if I ask Lucas? You know that kid we met at the gym. Maybe he'd like to take Diego's place?" I asked. The phone went silent. So much so I had to check. "Are you still there?" "Yeah, I'm here. Just thinking about it. It's not a bad idea buddy, I just don't know how you approach a subject like that?" Jake said. "Well I just spent the day with him, and I'm pretty sure he would go for it if I asked." I said. "You already asked him didn't you?" Jake said flatly. "Yes. But that's because he told me about his secret and why he likes to get naked and so..." "And so you felt compelled to tell him about our little secret?" Jake said, cutting me off. I felt bad, but I knew it was best to lie here and not tell Jake the whole story. "All I told him was that you're a photographer and that I pose for you. He was totally cool with it and got so excited that he asked if he could do a shoot, and I told him I would ask." I said, squinting my eyes and tucking my chin to my chest, waiting for that imaginary hand to smack me.There was a silence again, but before I could say anything Jake spoke. "Here's how it's going to work Blake. First, you'll both need to be at my house at 10am tomorrow. Second, I will need to talk to both of you separately and both of you have to agree to my terms or it's a no go. Understand?" Jake asked in a no nonsense kind of voice. "Yes. Yeah of course. We'll do whatever you want." I said, unable to hide my excitement. "Well, the life guard idea is out. I am pretty sure your friend Lucas couldn't fit into the outfit I got for Diego. What size do you think he is, maybe a small, perhaps a medium?" Jake asked. "I'm guessing a small." I said, picturing Lucas in my head. "Ok buddy, I need to get back to work. I'll see you and your friend tomorrow, 10am sharp." Jake said. I agreed and we hung up our phones. My phone wasn't off my ear but for a second when I started texting Lucas. I didn't have to wait long for his reply. By the amount of happy face emoji's he texted me I concluded he was ecstatic to be invited. I was texting him the directions to Jake's when something startled me, and I almost fell off the table. "Shit!" I yelled. My left hand going to the table for support while my right went to my heart which was beating rapidly in my chest. Standing in front of me was a large male golden retriever that had come out of nowhere. "Sorry about that." An apologetic woman's voice offered from behind me. "No worries. Just scared me a bit." I said turning to see the woman coming from the path to get her dog. She looked to be about my mom's age, with red curly hair and light skin. "He's harmless. He's got a vicious lick, but that's about it. Isn't that right Apollo?" She said to her dog, using baby talk as she rubbed his chest. His tail was going a mile a minute, with his large tongue dangling from his mouth. He was the definition of a happy dog. My eyes lit up as the name rang through my ears and brain. The mysterious woman leashed her dog and headed off. "Have a good day." "Uh, you too." I said. I chuckled when I realized I had just met the mighty Apollo. Saturday morning came, and I threw on my yard work costume. I'm sure my mom was thinking her son had lost his marbles as I walked around the house almost giddy to get the day started. Soon enough it was time, and I literally ran out of the house. If I thought I was excited, Lucas might have had me beat. He was already at Jake's and he had skate boarded all the way there. "Dang. Jake's rich." Lucas said, taking in the massive yard and house before him. There was a note on the front door instructing us to meet Jake in the studio room. Our excitement for the shoot was so great, Lucas and I took the stairs two at a time as we descended the spiral staircase into the studio room. Jake sat at his normal spot, on his stool next to his camera cart, as we entered the room. "How's it going Blake? Lucas?" Jake asked, dressed in a white short sleeve polo shirt and blue jeans. "Good." We both replied in unison. Behind Jake was the green screen I had become so familiar with. Sitting on the floor in front of it were two, old, single seat metal desks. The kind where the writing surface was wood and flipped up for the student to store his supplies. The connected chair was mostly metal, accept the two wood slats on the back rest. "Blake, why don't you go shower while I talk to Lucas." Jake said, ushering me off. I was nervous. I knew Jake was giving Lucas his speech about the different categories and what they meant and what Jake expected from Lucas. I knew Lucas was up for this, but there was always the chance he could say no if he didn't like what Jake had to say. If that happened, everything would get awkward rather quickly, and the idea freaked me out a bit. I wasn't in the shower but minutes before I re-entered the room in just my towel. Jake was still talking to Lucas and you could see him point to the screen of his laptop a couple times as he went over things. I was about to head to the privacy screen and get dressed when I saw Jake a nd Lucas fist bump, and Lucas turn and head toward the bathroom. "Blake, before you get dressed come over here real quick." Jake said. As I passed Lucas, I saw him take a long look at my bare chest and then look at up me. "Nice." He said winking at me. I was smiling as I approached Jake. "Everything go ok?" I asked. "It went fine. He can tell you about it later if he wants, but it seems like he's cool with it all. But I need to make sure you're cool with it." Jake said. "I'm cool with it." I blurted out. "It's not that easy sport. Things happen when it's more than one person in a shoot, crazy things. That shoot with you and Diego is perfect example. While I don't disagree it was fun, and you both have said you were ok with it, that shoot spun out of control before I even saw it happening." Jake said, his face reflecting the seriousness of this conversation. "And after our talk the other night, I don't want to mess up what we have. Last thing I want is for you to get hurt because something happened in a photo shoot. Does that make sense?" Jake asked, his large hand reaching out to touch my bare shoulder. "I get it. I love you, and I don't want this to jeopardize that either." I said, blushing and looking at the tile floor. "But then sometimes it's really confusing, you know. Sometimes I see other people and..." "And you have dirty thoughts about them and then you feel guilty. Right?" Jake said, cutting me off. "Yeah, kind of." I said, looking at him and then over my shoulder at the bathroom door, where Lucas was sure to be naked. "You know I love you too. But I understand where you're at, I'm in the same boat. Our relationship is complex to say the least. And I get it buddy, I really do. You're young Blake, and you're trying to figure it all out. Believe me the last thing I want is to make it more confusing for you. So how about we agree to this? There's no need for either of us to try and label this right now, ok? We'll just take it slow and see where it goes?" Jake asked. "Agree." I said with a smile. "And what's done here in the shoots, is just us having fun. Right? It doesn't change how we feel for each other. But we each need to communicate if something bothers us, or isn't working anymore." Jake said, as the door to the bathroom opened and a towel clad Lucas walked out. "I understand." I said, before looking over my shoulder at Lucas, who looked a bit nervous and unsure of what to do. I could sympathize with him, remembering my first shoot. "Great. Now go get dressed." Jake said, slapping me on my towel covered butt. I headed toward the privacy screen and gestured for Lucas to follow me. There were two boxes on the table top, one labeled #6, and the other labeled #1. I knew immediately whose was whose, and brought Lucas up to speed, as I watched a few drops of water drip from his hair to the tile floor below. "Nervous?" I asked. "Yeah. You?" He asked. "Always. That's why I like it." I said, opening my box and looking inside. Lucas followed suit as we removed the items together. Sitting on top of the pile of clothes was a pair of Jockey briefs. Mine were black trimmed with a light green fabric that was covered in little grey and black soccer balls. Lucas's had a pair of Jockey's as well. His were white trimmed with a light red fabric and covered in monkey scenes, where each monkey was wearing a hard hat and holding all sorts of construction tools. "At least mine are red." Lucas said, letting his towel fall to the floor. I looked down at his three inch uncut cock, marveling at its beauty. "Yeah, I probably should have told you Jake has a thing for briefs." I said, taking a deep breath and letting my towel fall as well. Lucas took a good look at my limp cock which was a little shorter than his, but a bit thicker. We both slid on our briefs quietly admiring the other. "I don't have a lot of briefs, because they're hard to come by, but I like them." Lucas said, before we dove back into our boxes. Each of us had a white tank-top undershirt. We quickly slipped them on. The undershirt was followed by a white long sleeve button down dress shirt. Before putting it on I looked into the box and saw the next item was a pair of light grey cotton dress shorts. "Looks like it's a school uniform?" I said. "Yeah, like for a private school." Lucas concurred. Slipping on the white dress shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, I pulled on the grey shorts. Lucas and I watched each other dress as we put on the remaining items from the boxes. Starting with a black belt, then a dark grey tie with black diagonal stripes, grey knee high socks that matched the shorts, accept for the dark grey and black stripes across them that matched the tie. And finally a pair of black dress shoes. "Do we tuck in the shirt?" Lucas asked, having put everything on. "Uh, I don't know." I said looking at the tie in my hand. I had worn a tie twice in my lifetime. Both times at my grandparent's funeral services, and both times my mom had tied it for me. "Need help?" Lucas asked, seeing my concerned look. "Yeah." I said. Lucas stepped up so that his face was only a few inches from mine as he pulled the tie around my neck. I alternated between looking into his eyes and watching him tie it. He whispered a rhyme as he folded the tie over and over until he had a nice knot under my chin. "Thanks." "Sure." Lucas said, as we looked at each other in our matching outfits. We headed back to Jake who was fiddling with the two desks and their positions in front of the green screen. "Oh perfect, you guys got the ties on. I was going to offer to help." Jake said. "How about the shirt? Tuck it in or not?" I asked. "In please. Everything fit guys?" Jake asked. "Fits great." I said, while tucking my shirt in. "There's no way you just had these hanging in your closet and they happen to fit us both perfectly." Lucas said, questioning Jake on where he found these uniforms. "No." Jake said chuckling. "I have a friend who teaches theater at the local Junior college. She lets me raid her large supply of costumes every once in a while. Truthfully I guessed on the sizes. I'm glad it all fits. Here, try on the blazers." Jake stepped behind the screen and came back with two dark green jackets. You could tell they were old, from their faded color and the wide folded over collars. The jacket had three pockets, two lower and one breast, which sported the letter `B' insignia in fancy cursive. Two quarter size silver buttons kept the jacket closed. The sleeves were a bit long for both of us, but all in all, it felt like I was ready for my first day of school. "Alright boy's, you both know the categories now, so which one will it be?" Jake asked. "One." I said at the same time Lucas announced his choice. "X." Jake and I both looked at Lucas, I'm sure thinking the same thing. WHAT? "What? It pays the most. And it's not like we're doing it, right?" Lucas said, defending his choice to our non-verbal expressions of shock. "I have to admit, I was thinking more like Blake, in the sense of keeping it simple with a category #1." Jake said. Lucas looked a bit defeated as he looked to me to reassure him he wasn't pervy little fucker. I smiled at Lucas, blushing a bit as I turned to look at Jake, "I change my mind, let's do `X'." I said, biting my lip. "Seriously?" Jake asked. Clearly blown away by our decision. "Do you two even know what that category means?" "Yeah. Like you described. It's staged sexual scenes. Where it looks like we're doing naughty things, but not really following through with it." Lucas said. "Blake, are you sure?" Jake asked. I know he was hinting at our earlier conversation. "Yeah, let's do it." I said. "Ok. Just so we're crystal clear. You'll both be naked at some point, and more than likely be in a sexual position with the other boy's privates, while I'm taking photos. And you're good with this?" Jake asked. It was like he was asking for the parental permission slip before a class field trip. "Sounds sweet cool." I said, looking at Lucas who was vigorously nodding his approval. "Ok. Head over to the desks." Jake said, giving in to the wishes of the school boys standing before him. "Lucas, go ahead and sit on top of that desk, with one foot in the chair and the other hanging off the side. Blake go ahead and sit in the other desk like you normally would." Jake instructed. Having finally decided to leave the desks side by side, facing the same way, but at an angle so when we sat in the desks one person wasn't blocking the other. In this position Lucas had to look over his shoulder at the camera, while I was straight on. "So do you say like cheese or..." Click, click, click. Jake's camera and the flash cut Lucas off. "You just have to go with it. Kind of have fun. Maybe pretend you're in school. Jake's real good at making the moment look real" I told Lucas while Jake took the time to smile at my compliment. "A kinky school." Lucas said, winking at me. That got a chuckle out of Jake as he had Lucas sit in the seat properly. From there he positioned us in all sorts of poses with the desks. I pretended to be asleep with my head resting on the desk top while Lucas stood over me about to give me a wet Willy. Then Jake put a book on Lucas's desk and had him sit down as I stood next to him with my hand on his shoulder, pointing at the open pages like I was showing him something. While I was standing, Jake moved me to the front of my desk where he had me rest my ass against the front of it. Then he had me remove my blazer and slinging it over my shoulder while Lucas stayed seated in his desk. From there it progressed quickly to both blazers off, with our shirts un-tucked and the sleeves rolled up to mid arm. Eventually ties were removed, only to be wrapped around our heads as we posed in our undershirts, shorts, and socks. We took a break to move one of the desks out of the way. The rest of the shoot would only require the remaining desk. "Alright boy's undershirts off." Jake called out. Jake had me sit on top of the desk while Lucas stood in front of it leaning back against my chest. My arms were wrapped around his bare chest with my chin on his shoulder. Click, Click, Click. "Alright Lucas, your turn on top of the desk, this time face the chair." Jake instructed. "Blake, go ahead and sit in the desk chair, in between Lucas's legs." In this new positon, Lucas's crotch and belt buckle were at my eye level. "Ok Blake, slide one your right hand under the end of Lucas's shorts and on top of his thigh. Great, now with the other, start unbuckling his belt." Click, click, click. Jake continued taking pictures until I had Lucas belt undone and off. My left hand, without being told to do so, started kneading Lucas's smooth leg. "Ok Blake, now unbutton his shorts and pull the zipper down." Jake said. Click, click. After Lucas's zipper was down you could clearly see his childish red briefs. "Lucas, go ahead and pull Blake's head into your crotch." Lucas had a dirty grin on his face, his hands resting on the back of my head, as he pulled me into his crotch. The smells were intoxicating. I could smell the body wash from the shower, but there was something else. Not like the times my face had been buried in Jake's crotch. Yet still familiar. It was pungent, but not overwhelming. It was his teen sweat and I wanted to inhale every sent of it. I couldn't see Lucas's face, but I knew he was enjoying my nose and mouth pressed against his underwear protected cock. His breathing had become vocal and his dick was starting to grow. "Blake stand up. Lucas, let's have you undo his belt and unbutton his shorts, but don't pull the zipper down. With your left hand, act like your pulling his shorts open while your right hand slides into his underwear." Jake said, leading his two teen models through his wickedly erotic scenes. Lucas followed Jake's instructions and unbuttoned my shorts. I felt his fingers slip into the front of my Jockey briefs. Click, click, click. It didn't take long for my cock to rise. "Ohhhh, ummmm." I quietly moaned. "How we doing boys? This is just the beginning. Now's the time to say stop if this is going too far?" Jake asked while Lucas's hand had wrapped around my stiff tool. "I'm good." Lucas said, gently squeezing my hard prick with a reverse grip while looking up at me. "Me too." I said, my eyes closing to focus on the feeling Lucas was giving me. "Ok, well I hate to break up your little wank session, but I have an idea for the shoot, and I need to run upstairs. So you're free to take a break until I return." Jake said, setting his camera down and heading toward the stair. "No cumming while I'm gone." He yelled out. Which got audible groans from Lucas and me. Lucas pulled his hand from my briefs, letting the elastic waist band slap back against my skin. "Are you ok with this?" I asked, knowing Lucas might feel more comfortable being honest with me than Jake. "I'm loving it, how about you?" He asked spinning on top of the desk so he could stand up. "Fuck yeah." I said. My cock was still hard but I could tell it was getting softer as we stood there waiting for Jake to return. It wasn't long before Jake came bounding back down the stairs holding something in his hands. Lucas was the first to figure it out. "Damn, a paddle?" In Jake's hand was a wooden paddle. It had to be about two feet long all together. The paddle section was about three inches wide and lined with two parallel rows of holes that had been drilled into it. On the face of the paddle, three symbols were burnt into the wood. I wasn't positive, but I was pretty sure they were Greek symbols of some sort. "Yeah. From my fraternity days at college. Thought it kind of fit with the whole private school shoot idea." "Cool." Lucas said, his broad smile and bulging underwear quite evident. "Ok Blake, bend over the desk please." Jake said as he set the paddle on the camera cart, picking up his camera for the next set of photos. I didn't bother putting up a fight. I just went over to the desk and bent over. I wanted to offer up Lucas, as he seemed happy about the added prop, but deep down I really wanted Lucas to enjoy doing these shoots as much as I did. "Alright Lucas, why don't you kneel behind Blake and slowly pull his shorts down and off." Jake said, jumping right back into the process. Lucas took Jake's instructions very seriously, as he studiously pulled my shorts off. The fabric rubbing over my bubble butt was enough to rejuvenate my sex organ. Click, click, click. "Awesome. Here you go Lucas." Jake said, handing him the paddle. Jake captured my worried look as I watch Lucas walk behind me. Click, click. "Go ahead and just put it up against his butt." The camera shutter whirled, as I focused on all of the old scratches etched into the old desk top. Unbeknownst to me, Jake had given Lucas a silent notice to swing away, at the same time positioning himself in front of me." Whaaaaccckkk. "Owwwww, Fuck!!!!" I screamed, my ass clenching from the sudden sting. My hands gripped the sides of the desk as I tried to compose myself. Jake took a squatted position in front of my right shoulder where he could capture both Lucas's swings and my facial expressions as the paddle bit into my tender flesh. There was no need to fake this, it hurt. "What the Fuuu..." Whack! The second hit surprised me more than first and it hurt twice as bad. "Oh shit, ow ow, stop." I pleaded. Standing up with my hands on my hot cheeks in a desperate act to protect them from another attack. "Just a couple more Blake. I need your cheeks to red from the paddle." Jake said, like it justified spanking me with this torture device. "Oh, I have an idea. Lucas, why don't you put the paddle down and come here." Jake said, springing into action. I didn't know what Jake had planned, but the words `put the paddle down' were the best words I had ever heard. "Take Blake's tie from his head and tie it around his wrists, and then tie the other end to the slats in the chair." Jake instructed. I looked him in the eye with a worried look, wondering if he truly loved me. Lucas removed the tie from my head, as I was too scared to move. Untying the knot he had helped me with earlier, he worked the tie around my wrists and retied it. It wasn't tight, but it didn't need to be. It just needed to look like I couldn't move, and I couldn't. With the other end looped and tied around the slats in the chair the scene was staged. Arms stretched out. Wrists bound and tied to the back of the chair in front of me. My bare chest and stomach resting on the wood desk top. My bubble ass, covered in the light green, soccer themed briefs, prominently on display. My legs, slightly bent, grey knee high socks pulled up tight. Click, click, click. I was straining to look back over my shoulder to see Lucas, and brace myself for coming blow. For his part, Lucas looked like he was loving this, and perhaps he was. My ass was still a bit raw from the earlier swings. So when I saw him wind back as far as he could and uncoil, my body reacted and yelped before the paddle even made contact. "IIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" Of course Lucas was just doing this for effect. Stopping the paddle before it touched me, giving me three little pats. Each tiny tap making my bubble butt giggle a bit. "That's fucked up. Maybe you would like to..." WHACK!! "Uuhhhhhh, ow, ow, ow, ow." I bellowed. I was about to bitch again, but I felt Lucas's hand tenderly rub my butt. "You've been a bad boy. You know you deserve this. Now tell your daddy you want another." Lucas said, jumping into a role playing scene. I didn't know what to do. His hand was starting to feel really good as it slid over the tingling skin of my ass. But the role playing meant nothing in the grand scheme of the photo shoot. It only meant something to those who could hear it. And I wasn't sure what I was to do next. Lucas knew, and he led me along. "Tell me. Come on little guy, you know you've been bad. Tell your daddy you need another one." Lucas said in calm and collected manner. "I need another one." I heard myself say. My head resting on the desk. "Is that how you talk to your daddy?" Lucas said. I could feel the embarrassment welling up inside me. Knowing Jake was watching the whole scene unfold before him. But then there was my cock. It was rock hard in my tight briefs, and it had no issue with what was happening. It seemed more than happy to play along. "Can I please have another daddy?" I asked, through ragged breaths. "Of course little buddy." Whack. Click, click, click. The pain was immense. But this time I was able to stifle my screams to just a rumbling of foul words. "You got caught playing with yourself again, didn't you?" Lucas asked. "I did daddy." I answered. "And what happens when you play with yourself when you're not supposed too." His hand was back on my ass, gently rubbing my tender flesh. "I get paddled daddy." "Right. My little guy gets the paddle. How many paddles does he get? I forget." Lucas asked. I knew this was a test. I couldn't tell him a number less than what I had already been given. Trying to do the math in my head, knowing I had taken two before I was tied and then two more, not counting the three little taps he had given. Oh God, was he counting those or not? "Eight daddy." I guessed. "That's right buddy, eight paddles for playing with your little peter. Now I pretty sure we've only done four, so that means four more right?" Fuck, he didn't count the little taps. "Yes daddy." Whack. "Uhhhhhh." Click, click, click. And so it went. Lucas paddled me three more times. Each time radiating through my already burning backside, each time he waited for me to ask for it, and each time my cock twitched, dripping a little more precum into the growing wetness in my briefs. Lucas and I had become close friends quickly. But our friendship had truly just begun, and I had no idea where he had learned this erotic role playing or where we were headed next. As it turns out neither did Lucas. "What do I do now?" I heard Lucas whisper to Jake. "Put the paddle down and gently pull out on the waist band of his briefs and then pull them down. Go slow so I can get a photo of it." Jake said from behind me. Unable to wipe the drool from my chin with my hands still bound, I did everything I could to collect myself. The combination of breathing hard through my mouth, while biting my lip had allowed some of my spit to run out making a wet spot on the old wood surface. Much like the raw nerve endings in my ass, I was on fire for more sexual play. I could feel Lucas's fingers slide into the elastic waist band, before gently pulling it out and over my skin. The minute my Jockeys were pulled off, I felt the rush of cool air across my burning flesh. Click, click, click. "How's it look?" I asked. "Red." Was all Jake said. "Awesome." Was Lucas's comment. "Ok Lucas go ahead and take a knee behind Blake and pretend to kiss his red cheeks." I felt Lucas's hands grab the outside of my bare thighs. With each exhale, Lucas's warm breath blew across my smoldering skin, bring forth a different kind of chilling effect from just the rooms cool air. My hole clenched when his wet lips touched my skin. Click, click, click, went the shutter of Jake's camera. "That should do it. Now, why don't you come up here?" Jake said pointing to the spot right next to my head. Lucas walked up to where my head was resting. Looking up at him I could see his devilish smile, he was enjoying this, and so was I. "Take your left hand and get a good hand full of hair on top of Blake's head. Then pull back gently as you lean in for a kiss. Stop when your lips touch." Jake instructed. I felt the tug on my hair as my head was pulled back, not at all painful, and with the look in Lucas's eyes very electrifying. What was painful was feeling Lucas's lips touch mine and then stop. My tongue wanted to dart from my mouth and finish the deed. Click, click. "Ok Lucas, while still holding Blake's head back with your left hand, use your right hand and fish out your hard cock." Jake said, telling his own erotic story through photos. Lucas reached into the bulging fabric, using the outside of his hand to force his Jockey's under his hairless balls. Gripping his five inches of hard dripping teen cock. The foreskin pulled back, as he held his purplish head just out of the reach from my lips. The flash in the room was like lightning to my brain. It was hard to focus as I jumped back and forth between the provocative scenes being created by Jake and the reality of the photo shoot. "Let the tip just touch his lips." Jake said, his camera lens ever present out of the corner of my eye. I heard Lucas audibly moan when his cock head touched my wet lips. Click, click, click. "A little further in." Came the direction from Jake. I parted my lips to let Lucas slide his cock in. Painstakingly slow, he fed me the first inch or two, until he came to stop. I was cradling his hard teen prick with my tongue, while Jake danced around us taking pictures. Oh God it was torture. What had Lucas and I signed up for? To feel the contact of flesh from the person you're sharing a sexual encounter with, and yet be told not to move, was brutal to say the least. The last scene, before I was released from my bonds, had both of Lucas's hand in my hair and him shoving all five inches into my mouth. It was frustrating to have his cock so deep and not be able to suck on it like I knew I could. However, without the natural push and pull of a true blowjob, I was happy Jake changed the scene as breathing was becoming tough. Standing, my hands released from their playful bounds, I could see this shoot was causing Lucas to have the same aggravation. Following Jake's instruction Lucas left his briefs tucked under his sack but still on. The room was laden with sexual tension. Lucas and I stood silently, begging for something to do, our hard cocks bouncing in the air with anticipation, while Jake switched cameras. "I think it's your turn Lucas. Go ahead and bend over the desk top." Jake said. He too was clearly excited by the naked flesh around him. "Am I getting tied up too?" Lucas asked, bashfully. "I wasn't planning on it. Do you want to be tied up?" Jake asked. "Kind of." Lucas said, looking at me with you know why look. I did know why. My mind picturing Lucas tied to the tree, Apollo lapping away at his stiff cock. Fuck this was getting to be too much. I needed to cum bad. My right hand was absent mindedly stroking my cock while my head floated in the clouds. "Blake. Blake, leave your pecker alone, and get your tie from the desk seat." Jake said, snapping me out of my daydream. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught with my dick in my hand. I undid my tie from the desk chair and handed it to Jake. He then turned, pulling Lucas's arms and hands behind his back, wrapping his wrists together much like mine had been. Jake had Lucas bend over the desk top, where he took a perpendicular position to the desk, laying across the sides of the wood top. "Blake, come here and stand behind Lucas." Jake said. As I took my spot, Jake stood behind me, positioning my hands and arms like I was a mannequin in a store front window. With my left hand, he placed it on the small of Lucas's back. With my right, he handed me the rest of Lucas's tie, which was still wrapped around his head. Jake then used his raging hard on, which was still covered by his jeans, to slowly push into my naked ass. In turn, this pushed me closer to Lucas, so that my hard cock was pressed against his cotton covered ass and sticking straight up. At the same time, Jake grabbed my right bicep and gently pulled back, pulling back on Lucas's head. "Perfect. Now don't move." Don't move? Are you fucking kidding me? My ass was still a bit sore, but greedy for Lucas's touch again. My balls were boiling with cum. My prick was itching to be touched, and my mouth was hungry for cock. Let alone I'm fourteen and full of energy, and Jake tells me not to move, after positioning me like I was in a porn flick, only on pause. My brain was screaming profanity that even I felt ashamed I was thinking. "Ok Blake go ahead and take off Lucas's underwear, but not all the way off, just below his cheeks for now. How are you doing Lucas? You good in that position?" Jake asked, as I pulled down Lucas's Jockey's as instructed. Each inch his briefs came down Jake was there to snap a photo. "Fuck. You never mentioned how horny an `X' photo shoot would make us." Lucas said, expressing what we were both clearly feeling. "Sorry guys. I know this is killing me too. We're almost done." Jake said. I was staring at Lucas's sweet ass, when I heard Jake's words. He was missing the point. We didn't want to be done, we wanted permission to go. Jake had me let go of Lucas's tie. And the repositioned me so that I had grabbed Lucas's bound wrists with my left hand. He then took my right hand and wrapped its fingers around my dick. Then he moved me so my cock head was just starting to enter the valley of Lucas fine white ass. Click, click, click. I could tell Lucas was done waiting as well. He couldn't push back with his ass in his current position, but he could clench with his cheeks. Which is what he did, gently milking my cock. With each passing minute, my desire grew exponentially. "Mmmmm, ohhh, yesss." I moaned uncontrollably. I no longer cared what Jake was doing or what he wanted, all my attention was on Lucas's white cheeks as they tried to gobble up my cock. I felt Lucas struggle with his hands as he tried to free himself from his binds. I loosened the knot to the tie releasing him. With his hands free, he placed them on the edges of the desk and pushed back at me harder than before. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was trying to do. With this aggressive push, my cock head touched his wrinkled hole. "Uhhhh, mmm, fucckkkkk." Lucas moaned as my tip pushed on the gate to his insides. Click, Click, Click. That was it, I couldn't take anymore. "Fuck. No more pictures dude. Join us." I barked out to Jake. Jake was caught off guard. More than likely it was the first time a kid had ever told him what to do. But I knew for a fact it wasn't the first time two boys had asked him to join them and for that he reacted quickly. Jake ran upstairs and was back in heartbeat, having stripped his shirt off as he crossed the floor. I didn't know what compelled him to leave the room until he handed me a bottle of Astro Glide. "Thanks." I said between haggard breaths. Lucas was reaching out for Jake's belt as I lubed his hole. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, yes, mmmmm." He moaned, wiggling his little butt as the first finger circled and entered his tight little hole. "Oh my God!" Lucas exclaimed. I could see Jake's large tool swinging freely from its confines, and clearly so could Lucas. Even with both hands on Jake's tool, Lucas still had plenty left over to lick and nibble on. I was working my second finger into Lucas, watching his hole swallow them up. I was no longer a virgin, Jake had made sure of that, but I had yet to be the person in the driver's seat when it came to sex. My lust for what was about to happen was evident by the amount of sticky precum dripping from the tip of my dick. I probably should have taken a bit more time, knowing this was Lucas's first go with sex, but if I waited any longer my cock was going to explode before the show even started. I removed my fingers and placed my cock to his hole. I rocked back and forth gently adding pressure with each push. I could hear the wet suctioning sounds of Lucas's mouth stretching around the tip of Jake's monster rod. I gave up on using my hand to guide my cock into Lucas, instead choosing to hold onto his hips for better thrust. With the knee high socks still on, I found it hard to get traction on the green mat I was standing on. Then suddenly his hole relaxed and I lurched forward. "Oh God." I moaned, the head of my five and half inches of meat punching into Lucas's hole. His tight ring snapping back around the crown of my cock. Ohhh Fuuuuuckkk. Mmm, Ahhh. Easy, huh, easy. Go, ohhh, ssss, slowww." Lucas cried out, spitting out Jake's cock upon my penetration. "Just let him get used to it Blake. Play with his cock." Jake said, giving me pointers on my first deflowering. I did as Jake said and reached under Lucas and took hold of his semi chubby cock. My lubed hand took a slow stroke as I waited for his ass muscles to release me. Lucas was again stroking Jake's cock while as he adjusted to the sensations coming from his lower body. "Oh yeah, mmmmm, uuuuhhhh." Lucas moaned, his hole giving a bit as it accepted a couple more inches. The meaty pole in my hand was now hard, as I leaned forward kissing Lucas's bare back, fighting the urge to cum. I focused all my attention on getting Lucas to cum, knowing it would help my cause. "Jesus, oh shit. Mmmmmm, oh please, oh yeah." It was clear from Lucas's moaning that my efforts were being appreciated. "Oh damn Lucas, you feel so good, you're so tight." I said, feeling mighty as I pushed more of my rod into his cherry hole. I wondered if this was how Jake felt when he had taken my virginity. Lucas looked up from the desk and yelped a bit when his hole gave up its fight and let me sink all the way in. Letting go of Lucas's cock, I caught my breath, before daring to move again. I took my cue when I heard Jake moan, his hard staff re-entering Lucas's hot mouth. Looking down at Lucas's milky white ass, the tan lines clearly visible from wearing speedos outside, I studied the glorious sight before me. Watching my cock disappear into the valley between those wonderful mounds, only to find the gate to heaven. I pulled back slowly only to shove my cock back in after an inch was revealed. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." I kept saying as I picked up speed. From all of the photo shoot foreplay I knew I wouldn't last long. I assumed the others felt the same way. I reached back down and took hold of Lucas's cock, determined to make sure he came before me. It wasn't long before my manipulations to his flesh had him declaring his impending release. "Blake, Ohhhhh, I'm gunna, ohhhhh, shhiiittt, I'm gunna cum, I'm gunna cum, FUUUCCCCCKKK!!!" He roared. His load hitting the side of the desk with his tight hole clamping down on my cock. I couldn't hold out anymore and I buried my cock into him. My warm seed fired into his confines, impregnating him with my little swimmers. I was panting hard with each twitch of my cock, another load shot forth into the insides of my new friend. Jake was the last to go as he took matters into his own hands and rubbed out a load, his cum volleying all over Lucas's face. I could have stayed in Lucas forever, but his ass muscles and my shrinking cock had other plans. My dick was expelled from his hole followed by a copious amount of my cum which ran down Lucas's ball sack and onto the floor. My hands hit my knees as I doubled over trying to catch my breath. What I would have given to have the brown leather couch from my second photo shoot. Lucas wiped the cum from his eyes, his skinny frame sliding into the chair of the desk. Jake had his hands clasped behind his head, as his hairy chest heaved with each breath. The room smelled of sex. Jake started walking around picking up the ties off the floor. "Here put this back on around your neck." He said handing the ties to each of us. Jake helped me with mine as Lucas fitted his. "Did you have fun babe?" Jake said, finishing the tie, and then leaning in to kiss me deeply. "Oh yeah. Fucking hot." Jake had me sit diagonally on top of the desk, my hands spread out behind me for support. My legs dangled over the edge, while my flaccid cock rested on my emptied scrotum. Lucas, adorned in just his tie and socks like me, sat in the desk chair with Jake's cum still splattered all over his face. Jake had Lucas drape one arm over my bare thigh and his other hand hold onto the top of the chairs back rest. Click, click, click. It was a perfect picture to finish off our first `X' shoot. Class was dismissed.