Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2017 18:37:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1, Smile - Chapter 8 - Dark Room 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, 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. Please note, the riddle used in this story was not written by me. And, the site that I got it from did not note its author for me to credit. 3, 2, 1, Smile! Chapter #8 – Dark Room "Fuck! That was soooo HOT!" Lucas said, the hot water from the shower head directed at his hairless chest. "Beyond hot dude. But, um, we really, I mean, I never... I didn't talk to you, I mean ask, well you know um, me being your first and all." I was trying to ask if he was ok or pissed, that I was his first. It just happened in the heat of the moment. "It was crazy, and yet so sexy and hot. It was perfect. A bit rough, but I probably deserved that from the paddling. But I'm really glad it was you. It's not how I imagined it, but it was perfect nonetheless." Lucas said, showing me his huge smile. "Good. I thought it was pretty awesome too. And yeah, what the fuck? It sure seemed like you were enjoying spanking me?" I said, watching the soapy water go down the drain. Just saying the word spanking out loud was embarrassing. However, it didn't stop my cock from reacting every time I thought about it. "And where did that dirty talk come from?" "I guess I've been watching too much porn dude. Was it too much?" Lucas asked, scrunching his little nose, waiting for me to call him a sexual deviant. Instead I pointed down to my hardening cock, "My ass wasn't thrilled, but I'm pretty sure I liked it." I said, smiling from ear to ear. Lucas gave a little giggle, smiling back at me while we finished up our shower. "Holy shit dude. You let Jake stick that monster in your ass? I think it's bigger than my arm." Lucas said, as he pantomimed the act of getting fucked by Jake's huge tool by pumping his forearm into the grip of his left hand. What was there to say? I had already told him I had. All I could do was give him a devilish smile and nod. "How the fuck are you still walking?" Lucas laughed. I knew Lucas was just having fun with me, but it was such an embarrassing subject that I just bit my lip and shrugged. "Well after taking his cock up your chute, you probably wouldn't even feel my prick." Lucas said, again laughing at his own comment while we dried off. "There's only one way to find out." I said, watching his face for a reaction. "Lucas stopped laughing and looked me right in my eyes, "Serious? Because that would be epic." "Serious. I'll text you." I said, biting my lip. Lucas and I walked out of the bathroom together and over to where Jake was busy at his laptop. "So here's the good, the bad, and the ugly." Jake said, spinning his computer screen toward us. The action photo on the screen was of Lucas paddling me, just as the paddle hit my cotton covered ass. You could actually see my bubble butt expanding at the point where it absorbed the blow. "The good. That shoot was epic. I hope you two had as much fun as I did?" Like little kids giddy with excitement, Lucas and I were talking over each other as we told Jake how much we loved it, and our favorite parts. "Ok, ok. I'll take that as you liked it too. But that brings me to the bad. These photos are too hot for me to sell to anyone as a complete set. So I'll need to make a "less risky" set. One that is ok for all of us to have out there on the web." Jake said looking at me, knowing I would understand what he meant immediately. "And that's how we get to the ugly. The revised set of photos won't be a true `X' shoot. Which means it will sell for a lot less." Jake said. "Now that doesn't sit well for me. These pictures are amazing. You two are beautiful, sexy, and so erotic. So whatever the set sales for, I will make up the difference so each of you will get your full share. I'm buying these photos and they're worth every penny." Jake said looking at the two blushing blond haired boys standing in front of him. We thanked him and then showed our appreciation with a group hug. Taking us aside separately, Jake showed each of us our current balances. Hudson Photography BLAKE PATTERSON CATEGORY #3 $50 Owed = $24,350 CATEGORY #2 $150 Photo Shoot #6= <-$1,500> CATEGORY #1 $250 Balance = $22,850 CATEGORY #0 $500 CATEGORY P# $1,000 CATEGORY X $1,500 CATEGORY XXX $2,000 Hudson Photography LUCAS HAWKING CATEGORY #3 $50 Photo Shoot #1= $1,500 CATEGORY #2 $150 Paid = $0 CATEGORY #1 $250 Account Balance = $1,500 CATEGORY #0 $500 CATEGORY P# $1,000 CATEGORY X $1,500 CATEGORY XXX $2,000 "Oh come on mom! Why do I have to go?" I asked, from my natural spot on the couch. I didn't even bother to look away from my video game as I vocalized my distain for my mother's request. It was Sunday, the day of rest, there was no need for me to go school clothes shopping. "Blake Jonah Patterson you need new clothes for school and I am not asking. You have five minutes to have your rump in the car." My mother barked out. It was my belief that a person's middle name was invented by parents as something like a lighthouse. A signaling system, letting their children know they were about to head straight into the rocks. It always worked on me. I jumped from the couch and headed straight for the car, respecting the warning I had been given. The thought of living in my grandparents' house brought mixed emotions. The only reason my mother and I were there was because they were no longer with us, and that made me sad. But, even in the short time we had been there, I could see the change in my mother. The lack of a mortgage payment had allowed my mom to start knocking off overdue bills, and still leave a little extra jingle in her pocket. We weren't rich, but the bill collecting vultures were no longer circling above our heads. So I was only a bit surprised when we skipped going to my mother's place of employment, as we had almost every year for school clothes. And instead went straight to the mall, where the selection of styles and brands was far greater. Of course, it didn't diminish the amount of embarrassment I felt shopping with my mom. "Oh, this would look good on you. It would go so well with your pretty eyes." My mom said, loud enough for anyone in a one mile radius to hear. "Mom! That's a button shirt with flowers on it. No!" I said in highly agitated voice, but only loud enough for my mother to hear. As any kid knows, there were certain things that just happened without fail. Embarrassing moments, brought on by your parents, there was always someone there to witness your misery. Lucky me, I got the alpha group. There were six of them, three boys and three girls. They looked a little older than me, and paired up in three undeniably attractive couples. I didn't know them, but I didn't have to. They were the cool kids. They were school clothes shopping too. Only their mothers weren't there holding up a package of BVD briefs and announcing to the world if you wanted white or colored? The dagger turned in my heart as I heard them snicker, passing us on their way out of the store. "Thanks mom. Fucking awesome." I said, waiting for the coroner to come and get me. "Blake! Watch your language. I thought you said you liked these type of briefs." My mom said, holding the two packs out for me to see. "I do mom, but I don't need every kid in my new high school knowing my mom's picking out my underwear." I said, taking the two packages from her. The first 3-pack of briefs was your typical tighty whities, with BVD written across the elastic waist band. The package had a sticker on them indicating the size, 14-16. Just looking at the briefs was turning me on. I knew it was from my time spent with Jake. His fondness for them, and the way he made me feel when I wore them did it for me. And now, I was ready to trade in my boxers, and become a briefs boy again. "Yeah, I like them." I said, the other package was just like the white briefs, only it was multicolored. One pair of light blue, light green and light grey. "Ok. Well that's all you had to say. Not sure where the attitude is coming from. Hey, they have Jockey's over here." My mother was like a dog chasing squirrels when it came to clothes shopping. Nothing held her attention for long. There was always something new and exciting right around the corner. But this time, she wasn't the only one excited. "Oh yeah, I like those." I said, following her over to the display of Jockey briefs. These Jockeys were called active briefs, and looked a lot sportier than the other briefs. It too was a multi colored 3-pack. All three were the same design. Made of a microfiber material, no front opening for your dick, two inch strip of fabric around the hips, and Jockey written on the elastic waist band. There was a solid black pair with neon green lettering, a white pair with black lettering, and finally a neon green pair with white lettering. "Can I get them all?" I asked, holding up all three packs of underwear? My mom looked at me a bit sideways, "Are you planning on becoming an underwear model?" She asked, but clearly wasn't expecting an answer. "I don't know where this new fascination with briefs is coming from? But, I won't pretend to be up-to-date with teen fashion, so if it makes you happy, I guess it's alright." My mom said, before turning to move on to socks. If only she knew, her little boy was an underwear model. The rest of the trip went much the same. My mother trying to dress me in clothes either too old or too young for me. As I adamantly refused her suggestions, all the while trying to sell her on the idea of why I had to have the designer shirt that cost fifty dollars. We eventually filled the cart, and made it to the cashier, who happen to be guy in his early twenties. He wasn't particularly attractive, but I blushed when he held up the Jockey pack of underwear and then winked at me. By the time we made it home, we were exhausted. We both spent the rest of the evening watching TV, before calling it a night for some much deserved rest. Rolling out of bed, I jumped into the shower with a sense of purpose. Today I became the photographer, and Jake was the model. The thought of Jake naked, with me dancing around him with a camera, had my cock rock hard. Eventually I ended up succumbing to the desire, and rubbing one out in the shower. Feeling sassy, I threw on my new pair of Jockeys, the white with neon green lettering. Intentionally, I grabbed a pair of old blue jeans that sagged a bit, knowing it would show the underwear's waist band. Trying to imitate Jake's look, I threw on my only polo shirt. It was solid green with the little polo rider patch in the upper left hand corner. It was a couple years old, and I had out grown it, so it was tight across my chest and arms and barely came to the top of my jeans. Last came a pair of white no show socks and my black Adidas indoor soccer shoes. Giving it my best effort to look professional, I took the time to do my hair. Riding up on my bike, I was shocked to see the gate open. I wasn't shocked to see the landscaping crew hard at work, thinking to myself as I rode by, that I was doing an amazing job on Jake's yards. Parked in the driveway, next to Jakes truck, was black Toyota Forerunner. I wondered who was here as I walked up and knocked on the door. Jake opened the door, but was in mid conversation with another man. At first sight, I guessed he was in his twenties. He was shorter than Jake, but not by much, and the first word that came to my mind was gorgeous. His black skin was flawless. His hair was buzzed tight, and his facial features were perfect, not too large or too small to look out of place. His dark plump lips looked inviting, while his chin and jaw looked like they were chiseled out of marble. He wore a dark red checkered button shirt that was tucked into a pair of khaki pants. A black belt confirmed the small diameter of his waist, while his black shoes confirmed the large size of his feet. Even fully dressed, one could tell he was fit, as he stood there chatting with Jake. "Ok Thomas, give me a week or so and I should have your head shots all set. I think you're right, going with the solid background definitely make's you stand out." Jake said to the young man as they walked out onto the porch where I was standing. "Hi Blake. I'll be with you in just a second. Go ahead and go inside if you'd like." Jake said as the two walked together to the Toyota. This was the first time I had seen Jake at work as a photographer, where I wasn't the model. Jake returned to the porch, where I was still watching Thomas pull away. "You know you might want to close your mouth before you accidently swallow a bug or something." Jake said chuckling. "He models for you?" I asked. "Yes. Thomas is one of my top clients. But he isn't my favorite." Jake said winking at me. I rolled my eyes at Jake's comment. There are just some people in this world that are breathtaking, and Thomas was one of them. So to say, you'd rather spend your time with a fourteen year old, was clearly a load of shit. "Oh, well look at you Blake. Looking very much like the professional." Jake said, as we entered his entryway. Snapping out of my momentary infatuation with Thomas, I remembered why I was there. "Call me Mr. Patterson." I said with mocking formality. "Of course Mr. Patterson, my apologies." Jake said with a straight face, until we both gave up on our little charade and started laughing out loud. "Do all your models look like him?" I asked, with a smidge of teenage jealousy in my tone. "He's just a client." Jake said locking the front door. He turned, his large hands pulling me into him where he gently kissed me on the lips. "You're not a client Blake, I don't kiss clients." I blushed, biting my lip as we moved into the kitchen. Because I had met Sam, Jake asked if I was cool if he let him in the house. I didn't see an issue with it, but I braced myself this time when Jake opened the door. Upon entering the house, Sam was calm and collected, being as cool as he could be. But once he saw me, his hormones took over, and the excitement took control. I'm not sure he even knew what his ass and tail were doing, as they wildly swung side to side. His front legs clearly weren't following script, as they gave up on walking and instead chose to bounce across the room. Sam's tongue flailed from his mouth, completing the goofy but loveable disaster that was Sam. He didn't knock me over this time, but it didn't stop him from putting me in another awkward position. After dancing around me for a second, he stopped and stuck his nose into my crotch, apparently in an effort to verify my credentials. It left me on my toes, as his snout pushed and nudged at my jewels. And then Sam was over it. He walked over to his water bowl, lapping at it, dripping water all over the floor. Being a teenager I could sympathize with Sam. I knew all too well what it was like to try your hardest to look cool, only to have your hormones take over. In the end you end up looking like excitable spaz. "So, are we off to the studio?" Jake asked? "Yes, but first I need to run up to you room and get a few items." I said. Jake waited for me in the kitchen as I ran up and grabbed a couple items out of his dresser and bathroom. Returning to the kitchen, Jake looked at me quizzically as I held one of his white tank top undershirts, a pair of white boxer briefs, and his tooth brush. "Is that my outfit?" He asked. "You'll have to wait and find out." I said teasing him a bit. We left Sam in the kitchen as we headed to the studio. Jake, not one to easily give up his role as the photographer, walked me over to his cart of cameras. "Taking a good picture is not just about running around pushing a button on a camera. It's requires preparation. You have to see the photo in your head. Then you take it down to its most basic elements. Which camera will create the photo I'm looking for? Each camera does something different. Where will my light source come from, and how do I want it to fall on the person or object I'm photographing? And perhaps the most important question you have to ask yourself. What emotion am I trying to get from the person looking at the picture? That will tell you how you interact with the model or subject. Where you position your camera, and how you focus the lens are all critical to capturing that perfect picture. Let's say I wanted to take a picture of little kid eating their first bowl of ice cream. I could take a couple staged photos of the kid smiling with a spoon full of ice cream at his lips. Or, I can position myself behind the ice cream, focusing the camera to capture not just the ice cream, but the emotion in the child's eyes. And if I leave the background purposefully out of focus, now I have a photo that represents that kids true feelings. Can you see the difference Blake?" "Yes." I said, picturing the photo of the kid eating ice cream. "Is that the kind of photo you want to take? Because if it is, I can help you with that. I would love to help you with that. But if you're just looking for a couple dirty photos of me naked, I'll snap a couple selfies with my phone and email them to you. Save us both a lot of time." "It is. I want my photos to look like yours." I said. And I meant it. Watching Jake for these past few weeks, his passion for taking pictures worn on his sleeve during each shoot, I couldn't help but fall in love with photography. I wanted to learn from Jake, I wanted to do it just like he did. "Good. So then let's start with where this photo shoot is to take place?" Jake asked. "It will happen in the bathroom." I said. No blushing, no giggling, just a matter of fact. "Ok. And what emotion are you looking to capture in your photograph?" Jake asked. "I want to capture the real Jake. The guy getting ready to start his day." I said, laying out my plan. "I'm impressed. It seems like you put some thought into this. Ok so let's step into that room and see what we're dealing with." Once inside the bathroom Jake pointed out the mirror and the glossy tile of the shower that would cause flash issues. He recommended his Nikon D610 for this shoot with the flash off. He then walked me through how a light touch on the aperture button auto focused the camera and a harder touch took the picture. "Ok Mr. Patterson. Where do we start?" He asked. "I would like you to please put these on." I said, handing him the white tank top undershirt and white boxer briefs. Jake smiled kicking off his shoes and socks. Removing his button shirt, Jake revealed his muscular chest. His tan skin, covered by a thick layer of dark hair, was marked with little imperfections reflecting his years of living. Slipping his jeans down, Jake stood in only his green checkered boxers, before shucking those as well. My tongue swiped across my lips, as I blatantly stared at Jake's swinging prick. I wanted to kneel and take it into my mouth, but I knew there was a time and place for that, and it wasn't now. Jake pulled on the form fitting tank top, followed by the body hugging white boxer briefs. I stood back looking at the man before me, and I was more than pleased with his look. I wanted to capture Jake, not photographer Jake, not general contractor Jake, and not even my lover Jake. Words like simple, clean, real, and innocent came to mind when I imagined this shoot. "Is it, um, stupid that I want to take your picture while you're brushing your teeth?" I asked. "I think I see where you're going with this. And no, not at all. I'm actually quite pleased you came up with this. There's a real artistic component to this, and I like it." Jake said messing my hair up. I blushed, but not from embarrassment, this time it was a sense of pride. Jake worked with me showing me what angles he would take, and how he would set up the shots. Of course, I followed his suggestions. While Jake brushed his teeth, I took pictures of his reflection in the mirror while kneeling on the floor. Then, as he splashed water on his face to remove the foamy toothpaste, I had the shutter on high speed so I could capture the moving water as it hit his face. From there I had Jake strip off his tank top. Pulling it slow enough that I was able to capture a close up of his chest hairs as they folded over from the white fabric dragging across them. Next came his white boxer briefs, but first I had Jake place his hand over his substantial bulge like he was adjusting himself. Then I moved myself into position for the main event. For this shot, I was lying on the floor on my back, while Jake stood over me, his feet straddling my hips. I stayed in that position as Jake began to pull his shorts off. It was like slow motion, watching his cock and balls release from the grip of the cotton briefs. I didn't just snap one photo, I snapped one for every centimeter of swing his cock traveled, until gravity finally brought it to a halt. Sliding up to a knee, I then took photos of his innie belly button and the dark hairs that surrounded it. I felt like a real photographer, focusing the lens on the dark little flesh cave with the rest of Jake blurring into the background. Standing up, Jake and I looked at the little LCD screen on the back of the camera, both quite pleased with the results. From here I moved the scene to the shower. And like any good photographer, willing to sacrifice yourself for that perfect picture, I stripped naked to capture the perfect shower photo. Jake had given me a waterproof camera, which allowed me to shoot him entering the shower while the already flowing water splashed off his body. I kneeled under the spraying shower head with the water arching over me. Jake showered like I wasn't there. I zoomed in on his soapy hands scrubbing his wet slicked down chest. I laughed a bit when he shampooed his beard. He became the hottest Santa Clause I had ever seen. Sitting on his lap would have been my Christmas wish. When I thought I had all the photos I needed, I crawled over to Jake and reached up to grab his limp cock. I no longer needed to be the professional photographer, I could once again be the horny teen that I was. After some worshiping of his cock with my mouth, I spent the next quarter hour pressed face first against the tile wall as Jake slowly rode my ass. Each pump of his cock lifting me onto my toes until he filled me with his seed. Standing in the bathroom, having dried off, we both began to dress. "I love those briefs. Are they new?" Jake asked. "Thanks. Yeah I got them for school. I thought you might like them." "I do. They fit you well. Really well" Jake said. "They came in a pack of three." I said, happy that Jake liked them. "Maybe we'll use them in your next shoot. Sound good?" "Yeah of course." I said. Jake and I finished dressing and headed back upstairs. I gave Jake a loving kiss goodbye, which was interrupted by Sam's head in my crotch again. Jake had a job he had to get too, promising that we would develop the photos from the shoot in the coming days. We also locked in the next shoot for the coming Friday, after school, if I could swing it with my mother. It was nice having a bit of peace and quiet, having come home from Jake's to an empty house. The past day's events had wiped me out. So it felt good to kick off my shoes, and put my feet up. The three hits I took off of 'Captain Kush' only assisted in my relaxing, as I felt my heavy eye lids closing. All of a suden I found myself in Jake's garage. Lucas is there. He's brought Apollo with him. "This seems wrong Lucas, are you sure we should be doing this?" "Of course, don't be such a worry wart Blake." "What if Jake finds out?" "He won't, now hurry up and turn on the garage light." Lucas commanded. I could hear the sound of paws dancing on the concrete floor. "Here, strip naked and smear this on your hole." Lucas said, throwing me a homemade jar of goo. "What is it?" "Vaseline and deer attractant" Lucas said, stripping naked as well. "Are you sure this will work?" I said, getting down on my hands and knees. "Of course. I got it from the web." Lucas said, digging three fingers into the potent smelling lube. "Ohhhhh shit. Ummmm. Oh yeah Sam, lick my hole." Apparently, I didn't need to wait long to get my answer. Lucas was moaning too as Apollo lapped away at his slimy hole. How he even found Apollo, and was able to get him here to Jake's garage was beyond me. But right now all that mattered, to both of us, were the dogs eating us out. "Oh God Apollo yes. Fuck, his tongue is so rough. Rrrrrr. Oh that's it you damned dog, get my balls too. Ohhhh, God." Lucas cried out. "Huh, huh, uhhhhh, Oh Shit, shit." I panicked as Sam jumped up to mount me. Looking up, I could see Apollo had just mounted Lucas. I started stroking my hard cock as Sam's rabbit thrusts were getting closer to my sloppy hole. "Uhhhhhhh, Fuuuuucckkkkkk Meeeeeeeeee." I screamed as Sam's rubbery cock penetrated me. Instantly shots of cum splattered my face, some hitting my open mouth. "Fuck!" I said, trying to open my eyes, the warm cum covering my closed eye lids. I sat up in my bed. Rubbing my eyes as if to wipe the cum away. It was a dream, the dogs, Lucas, Jake's garage, it was all a dream. Well, perhaps not all of it. It took me a second to notice the wet spot in my shorts. I shook my head when I thought back to my weed induced wet dream. Hahaha, the idea of letting Sam fuck me was crazy, that had to be some strong weed, right? I thought to myself as I changed my shorts. I spent the rest of that day, and all of Tuesday relaxing and getting ready for my first day of School. I woke up early on Wednesday, with a mix of excitement and nervousness rushing through me, as I laid out my outfit for my first day of high school. Each piece of my attire was brand new, even down to the underwear and socks. I laid a pair of blue jeans down first. Then a grey long sleeve shirt with wide horizontal blue stripes. My black Jockey briefs, a pair of white no show socks, and my all-black Vans completed the look. Lucas and I had made arrangements to meet at his house and skateboard to school. Most of the students, like Lucas, had received their classroom assignments in the mail. My mom was a bit late in signing me up for school and as such I had to get my classes from the main office. Lucas met me outside, so we could review my classes together before the first period bell rang. First Period: English 1A: Mr. Bubl Second Period: Math / Algebra 1: Mr. Helmer Third Period: Art, beginning: Ms. Kleiner Lunch Fourth Period: Science / Biology: Ms. Jones Fifth Period: PE Mr. Roberts Sixth Period: Social Studies: Ms. Manning "Sweet we have first period English, lunch, and PE." Lucas said. "Cool. Not a bad schedule I guess, outside of having to do PE before the final class of the day. The bell rang and Lucas and I found our way to Mr. Bubl's English class. As we approached the classroom, we saw Mike and Diego coming out. "Freshie!" Diego called out when he saw me. "Diego." I called back. "What's up Mike?" Lucas said. "What's up guys?" Mike said. Diego looked back at Mike, "You know this Freshie?" "Yeah, met him the other day at the gym." Mike said. "You have MR. Bubl?" Diego asked me. "Yeah." I responded. "Cool. He's a good teacher. You'll really like him." Diego said. Mike nodded as if to confirm Diego's statements. The second bell rang and we all said our goodbyes. I took a seat next to Lucas and looked at the man Diego and Mike held in such high praise. He was dressed in a white button shirt and brown slacks. He looked to be in his late twenties. He stood about five foot seven, with blond hair that was parted on the left, and thin rimmed glasses. Even without the glowing yelp review from Diego and Mike, It didn't take my brain long to determine Mr. Bubl was easy on the eyes. If first appearances meant anything, Mr. Bubl nailed his. He was fit, without being intimidating. He seemed reserved yet approachable. Without speaking a word, I wanted to hear what he had to say. And then there was his ass. My own ass hadn't even warmed the chair I was sitting in before my eyes spotted his round ass. I knew one reason Mike and Diego liked him so much. The rest of first period went pretty well. Lucas and I got to keep our seats next to each other and Mr. Bubl was as nice as could be. Second period on the other hand was a major let down. Starting with the teacher, who looked to be ten years past retirement. The group of students in the class, was a mix of grades, and I ended up getting seated next to a Goth looking Junior named Robert, who smelled of cigarette smoke. I spent the next hour listening to him tell me this was his third go at this class, and that he felt confident he could get a `C' this time. When the bell rang, I left that class in a hurry. I had to cross the campus to get to the large building that held the elective classes, such as art, shop, and automotive. I had selected art to fulfil my class unit requirements, but also because the course description said it included an introduction to photography. As I entered the class room my feet stopped as if stuck in concrete and my mouth hit the floor. The next kid walking in didn't see it coming and ran right into me. I apologized without looking as my eyes were glued to the teacher standing at the front of the room. Ms. Kleiner had dark black hair that she had up in a bun. Her face was soft and glowing, with round pink cheeks. Her plump lips were covered with a dark ruby red lipstick. She wore a white summer dress with floral print that hung just past her knees. A burgundy shawl covered her shoulders with just a bit of cleavage showing. I could have described her blind folded. It was Kristen from my naked shoot. "Mr. Patterson, why don't you take a seat so we can get started?" She said, as the third warning bell wailed from the speakers. As she addressed the class with her lesson plan for the year and the art supplies we would be responsible for, I focused in on everything but her. I must have scanned the room a million times in an effort to avoid eye contact with her. Even then, just hearing her voice had my heart race and my cock twitch. I had never been so glad I was wearing tight briefs and somewhat loose fitting jeans. When the bell finally rang, I got up with the masses and headed to the door. With one foot into the hallway I heard Ms. Kleiner call my name. "A quick word Mr. Patterson." Reluctantly, I went back into the classroom, getting weird looks from the students still filing out. "Are you ok?" She asked. "Uh sure. Yeah I'm good." I said, again avoiding direct eye contact with her. She chuckled before commenting. "Ok, good. It will all work out just fine Blake. You'll see. Just like the last time we met, you'll relax and eventually you'll realize I'm not so scary. And then maybe you'll be able to look at me again." She said, again chuckling. "No it's cool. I'm good. This should be a fun class." I said, forcing myself to look her in the eyes, which shifted to her lips and the image of them wrapped around my cock. "Ok see you tomorrow. Um bye." I said panicking with my cock rising again. Nervously I went to fist bump her, but realized that was stupid. Opting instead for a more traditional hand shake, I held my hand out again, but suddenly thought we were past such a formal gesture. Quickly withdrawing the hand shake, I opened my arms for hug, only to freak out at the idea of it. And then like a shy teen, finally choosing to abandon it all entirely, and opting instead to walk away before I embarrassed myself any further. At lunch, I wanted so badly to tell Lucas all about art class and what happened, but I knew there was no way I could share that story. Instead we discussed this coming weekend, and that his family would be away for most of the day at his older brother Marc's soccer tournament in Seattle. Fourth period went fine. I always did well in science and Ms. Jones seemed to have a real passion for it, so the class went by fast. In fifth period, I once again met up with Lucas where we grabbed two gym lockers next to each other. Our row wasn't packed with kids, but there were a couple other boys who shared the row with us. I couldn't help noticing them looking when I shucked my pants and stood there for just a second in my black briefs. "Damn B. You gotta warn a guy if your gonna show your ass off in briefs like that." Lucas said, just loud enough for me to hear. I turned and looked at him, blushing a bit as I pulled on my school issued green mesh shorts. I threw on a white t-shirt, just like Lucas had, before we headed out to the auditorium for roll call. PE seemed cool, and it was fun horsing around with Lucas. As I was walked out of the locker room, saying goodbye to Lucas, I stopped to read a flyer pinned to the information board on the exterior wall of the gym. It was a picture of a diver and noted the upcoming tryouts in a month. "Are you a diver?" A quiet voice asked from behind me. "What?" I asked, to the boy standing behind me. He was about five inches taller than me, with a skinny build. His long blond hair draped over his shoulders by a few inches. His blue eyes glimmered like water, and his facial features were model worthy. I was never a fan of the word cute, it always seemed so soft and childish. But there was no other way to describe this boy. He was cute, really, really cute. He wore a designer blue button-down shirt that he left untucked, and a pair of khakis pants with brown loafers and no socks. He looked like he walked right out of a j-crew magazine. "Are you trying out for the diving team?" He asked again, and again just barely audible for me to hear. "Yeah. You?" I asked. "I better, being that I'm the captain." He said, smiling. "I'm Andrei." He said, reaching out to shake my hand. "Blake. It's nice to meet you." I said, shaking his hand. "Well, I'm sure I'll see you around Blake. We should talk before tryouts. I'll let you know what we're looking for." He said. "Cool. That would be huge" I said. He turned and headed into the locker room. I watched him disappear just as quickly as he had appeared in my life, wondering what his story was. Having called it when I first saw my schedule, having a class after PE, let alone a subject like History which I found to be boring, was brutal. Day one and I was already putting my head on the desk for a nap. It didn't help that I had a new face to daydream about. I made it through my first day of school, and my evening interrogation from my mother on how it went. Thursday was much the same. Again I had a "hard" time getting through art, though I was able to look at Ms. Kleiner during her class. Again, I ran into Andrei leaving the locker room, but this time he just smiled at me as we passed each other. I stopped for just a second trying to imagine him in diving speedos. I could feel my cock chub, as I quickly rushed to my last class. I spent Thursday night doing the small amount of homework that was handed out and texting with Lucas. On Friday, I threw on the grey BVD briefs, a pair of khaki shorts, green t-shirt, and black sweatshirt. I packed all of the new Jockeys for my later shoot with Jake. I told my mother that Jake had a party going on Saturday, which is why he asked if I could come over and mow the lawns after school. My mother seemed a little disappointed. But I also knew it was hard for her to question Jake, as she stood in her new kitchen. Her only request was that I was home before 8pm, so we could eat a special meal celebrate my starting a new school. Surprisingly, my story wasn't a lie. On saturday, Jake was hosting the birthday party for the son of his friend John. Which is why I knew I was good to make plans with Lucas. During first period, Mr. Bubl introduced us to what he called his Friday fun day. We were allowed to bring in whatever we wanted for reading, as long as it was grade and school appropriate. Mr. Bubl then introduced us to the Friday riddle, which he put up on the board for us to solve. If you thought you had the answer, you could write it on a piece of paper and hand it to him. If you were right, he'd give you a slip, which allowed you to miss one homework assignment. I loved riddles and the first one was a real head scratcher. "I never was, am always to be, None ever saw me, or ever will, And yet I am the confidence of all, Who lived and breathed on this terrestrial ball." It took me and Lucas almost all period and quite a few failed attempts, before we came up with the answer, but we were the only two. Mr. Bubl smiled as he handed us our homework passes. "Nice job boys. I'm glad to see I have a couple thinkers in this class. And that I'm not the only one who has a fondness for riddles." Mr. Bubl said, winking at us both. As this was only mt third day back at school, I still needed to build up my stamina. Like most people on a Friday, I was moving slowly. So slow, as it turned out, that when I finally dressed from my PE class, Andrei was already in the locker room changing. Even Lucas had changed, having run off to his last class of the day, saying he'd text me about hooking up on Saturday. Andrei was in the first row of lockers by the door. As I approached his row, my eyes locked in on him, and my body went into slow motion. Andrei stood at his locker in just his underwear with his back to me. He was perfectly tan all over. His body was devoid of even an ounce of fat, with each muscle clearly cut and defined. He was skinnier than me, but he was ripped. His back muscles, which I was currently staring at, flexed with just the slightest of his movements. He wore a pair of grey boxer briefs, as he rummaged through his locker for his PE clothes. "Oh, hey Blake. Running a bit late?" He asked, with his soft voice. "Uh, uh yeah. I guess so." I stammered out. "It's Friday, and the first week back, I think everyone is moving slowly. Hey while you're here, maybe on Monday we could snag lunch, and I can go over what the diving tryouts will be like?" He asked.Now that he was turned toward me, I caught a brief glimpse of the bulge in his briefs, before he pulled his shorts on, covering everything up. "Uh, sure. Sounds good. Um, meet you at the Coke machine?" I said, shaking off my daze." "Perfect. See you then." He said, while sliding on his white shirt. In History class I was able to make it through the whole period without nodding off once. Mind you it was because I was excited for my photo shoot with Jake, the weekend plans with Lucas, and the visual image of Andrei in his boxers. I was like a sprinter at the starting line. The minute the bell rang, I was off. School ended at 3pm, and I was at Jake's by 3:20pm. I wasn't more than two feet into Jake's house before I blasted him. "What the FUCK? You never said "Kristen" was a fucking teacher at my school. And now she's my art teacher. Thanks asshole!" I said punching him in his arm. I was seriously pissed at Jake, but my outburst in his entryway might have been a bit over dramatized to make him feel bad. It didn't work, which only added to me being pissed. Jake fell back against the wall in the entry, his arms up shielding any additional punches I might choose to let fly, as he laughed hysterically. "Ah hahahaha, you have Ms. Kleiner. Nice." Jake laughed. "Yeah dick head, real funny. You try going to school where you know your teacher has seen you naked." I said, giving him a shove. "Alright, alright. It was kind of fucked up of me not to tell you. But she had nothing but nice things to say about you... When your dick wasn't in her mouth. Hahahahaha." Jake said laughing uncontrollably. I threw two more punches into his large meaty arms. "Oh you're so funny. Ha ha." I said, trying to hold back a laugh. His comment was funny after all. "Hey look at this way, I just got you an easy `A', or at least some interesting `extra credit'." Jake said with a cheeky smile while doing quotations with his fingers after saying extra credit. "You're a dick, and you're lucky I don't kick your ass." I said, finally cracking a smiling. I knew none of the punches I had thrown even registered to Jake as painful, and the idea that I could kick his ass was that of pure comedy. "Yeah, yeah. I've heard that a time or two. Tell you what, I promise to make it up to you." Jake said, winking at me. "Ok. You better." I said, hoping his promise of atonement would be a sexual favor. "Ok Blake, we better get started if we're going to get everything completed today. Unless you're too busy? I mean I know Ms. Kleiner can be a real ball licker, I mean buster, with homework and all. "Fuck off. Are we doing this or what?" I said, laughing a bit. "I thought we might start off by reviewing the photo shoot you took of me. How's that sound?" "Cool." I said. "What time do you have to be home? You think we'll have enough time to work on that and the shoot?" Jake asked. "I think so. I need to be home by 8pm." "Great. It won't take too long to review the photos, and the shoot should be pretty simple too. Should be able to get you home with plenty of time to spare." Jake said. "What about your promise to make it up to me for being an asshole? Will we have time to do that?" I asked, playfully. "We'll see. I might be able to work something in." Jake said, winking at me. I blushed at his double meaning. I definitely wanted him to work something in. Into me that is. "Well follow me into my lab my little apprentice." Jake said as he headed toward the garage with me in tow. With it being after work for Jake, he wore a simple white undershirt and blue jeans, choosing to walk around barefoot. Sam was there waiting for us as we entered his world. Sam was on me in a heartbeat, but he was clearly getting to know me. This time there was just a quick sniff of my hand and a wag of his tail. No crotch smell or attempted rape. I was a little disappointed. It was a three-car garage that was filled to the brim. Upon entering you couldn't miss the two rows of floor to ceiling metal shelving. It stretched from the roll up garage door all the way to the concrete step of the kitchen door. Each row of shelving had four sections, and each section had four shelves packed with numbered boxes. I recognized the boxes as those set out for me during my shoots. To my left was a large tool bench with all of Jake's tools hanging from a peg board. Hidden behind the second row of shelving was an all-black Harley motorcycle, which quickly caught my attention. "You have a Harley. Sweet! What kind is it?" I asked. "It's a customized 2011 Fat Boy." Jake said. I didn't know much about motorcycles, but I could tell the seat had been lowered and pushed back for Jake's large frame, and the rear tire was much wider than the front. The only thing not black on the bike was the engine itself. After stepping over Sam's bed and his scattered toys, we came to the last section of the garage. It had been walled off to create a small room, with a single solid door for entry. It was here that Jake was taking me. Before entering Jake turned and looked at me. "This is my private sanctuary. Not many people have been in here Blake. I say that because I want you to know how important you are to me." Jake said, before opening the door to the room.It was a small room, lit up by two little hanging lights. I knew the minute I walked in what this room was, even though my generation had no need for them. With the pungent smell of chemicals, the stainless steel sinks, the three rows of wire that were strung across the center of the room, I was standing in Jake's darkroom. Clothes-pinned to the wires were sepia toned pictures of a beautiful woman. She was in a sun dress, as she lay by Jake's pool. Next to those pictures I saw the head shots of the young man named Thomas, who I had met, sort of, the last time I was here. And then there was me. My recent baseball shoot, where the photos were both in color and black and white. Looking at my naked form was almost surreal. It didn't seem like me. These photos were pure and clean, and could only be described as art. The rest of the room was cold, representing purpose and function and nothing else. In one corner was a large metal shelving unit which neatly held his supplies. On the other side of the room was a large machine. I had no idea what it did, but it clearly wasn't something you'd find in the home of an amateur photographer. Opposite the large machine, was an old looking desk top monitor, for which the CPU sat on the floor below. On the wall, above the computer, was a blacked-out window, cracked open to let the chemicals escape and the fresh air come in. The empty mechanical feeling you got when looking at the walls and equipment, only served to highlight the color and creativity of the photos hanging in the room. "This is where I come to get away. I finish all the shoots in here, it's where I'd like to think I give these photo's life." Jake said, sitting down in the only desk chair. Jake turned on his computer and pulled up a folder containing all of the photos I took of him. Calling me over, Jake had me sit on his thigh. "The photos came out well. But now we need to decide what we're going to do with them to really make them stand out." Jake said. "What are my options?" "Well we can leave them as digital prints, and then you can crop and make minor adjustments. Or, this machine over here can turn them into negatives and then we can have some real fun. It's a laser, which takes digital media and burns it into a film negative. Then we mess around with some chemicals and you get photos like the ones hanging over there. I just love the feel of real prints." Jake said. Listening to him speak, I realized how much passion Jake really had for photography. "You really love this, don't you?" I asked, looking longingly into his eyes. "Photography?" he asked. I nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, I love it. I get to meet some amazing people. And there's nothing like capturing that special moment in time, knowing that it will last forever in your photograph." Jake said, squeezing my thigh. We spent the next half hour picking out photos and digitally manipulating them. I picked two photos to become negatives. The first one was of Jake at the sink where the water was caught in midflight before it hit his face. The second photo was of his large cock, when I was on the floor shooting up at it. Jake would create those photos at a later date. When we were all done, Jake took all of the picture files and put them on a thumb drive for me, which was password encrypted. Password, "Apprentice". "There you go buddy. You now have naked photos of me. I trust you'll keep them safe." Jake said. "Fuck no. These babies are going to the highest bidder." I said, quickly pocketing the thumb drive. Jake laughed, bouncing his knee to rock me off his thigh. After closing down the dark room, and leaving Sam in the garage, Jake and I headed to the studio room. "Alright buddy, you know the drill. Teeth, shave and shower." Jake said, using his index finger to point out on my body where these actions were to take place as he called them out. My mouth, for brushing my teeth. My crotch and pits for shaving, and a large circling motion for showering my whole body. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the drill. Hey, do you want the underwear now?" I asked, slinging my backpack from my shoulder. "Actually, there's no need. I went out and bought that Jockey pack. They're set out for you. We'll start with the white and neon green Jockeys ok?" Jake said. "Sure." I replied, before heading into the bathroom. Having done my bathroom ritual, followed by my towel shuffle over to the privacy screen, I opened box number #7A. I laughed, noticing that Jake had ironed the briefs, as I slid on the crisp white and neon lettered Jockeys. Today was to be a straight up underwear shoot. No fancy outfits, no pools with pudding, just me in briefs. Sitting on top of the green screen mat on the floor was a black fur rug. And in front of it was a small aluminum ladder. "What's the ladder for?" I asked. Jake looked up from his camera, preoccupied with his set up. "My God. I don't say it enough, just how gorgeous you are. I can't believe you wear those briefs to school? If I was your age, and in your high school locker room watching you strutting around with your bubble butt wrapped so tightly in those white briefs...I, I don't know what I do. I'd be wrecked, that's for sure." Jake said, ogling me in my white briefs. I could feel the blood warming my cheeks as I'm sure I blushed a nice cheery red. "The ladder, my little apprentice, is for me to get a higher perspective on the shoot. So that I am looking straight down through the lens, while you lie on the fake fur rug." Jake said, still looking at my briefs. "Cool." I said stepping onto the fur rug, the thick fur enveloping my bare feet. The first set of photos were of me standing with my arms in different positions. First on my hips, then crossed, followed by behind my back, and on top of my head. Click, click, click. Jake took these pictures while seated on his stool. One of the last photos in this position was of me holding a brand new pack of the same Jockeys I was modeling, while a bit my lip. Usually Jake does not call out what facial expression he wants from me, but this time he was looking for shy and playful. "I might send this one to Jockey." He said. I had become familiar with a lot of these poses. So much so, that I felt I was moving into position before Jake would finish calling it out. I definitely knew what Jake wanted when he asked for me to put my thumbs inside the elastic waist band of the briefs. I pushed the waist band down, first showing a good amount of my right hip and then my left. Then of course the money shot, as my thumbs pushed the briefs down to just above my cock, showing my smooth pubic area. Click, Click, click, went the all too familiar sound of the camera shutter. "Ok Blake, go ahead and lie down." Jake said. Immediately I could feel the fur tickling every inch of my bare skin as I lay down in it. Jake took a knee to photograph of me on my side, my head propped up under the support of my hand and elbow. There were three photos from this position. One with my legs stretched out and my ankles crossed. One with one knee up. And the final one with my left hand completely inside my briefs gripping my soft cock. After this series of photos, Jake had me roll over onto my back as he got up on the ladder. The warm fur felt great to lie on, as I rested the back of my head in my hands with my knees up. Every pose we had done with me standing, was now done with me on my back. Click, click, click. After taking a photo of me with both hands inside the briefs, Jake had me roll over onto my stomach. From this position, I really had to crane my neck to look back up at Jake and the camera. I knew from Jake's perspective up on the ladder, that my butt was the main attraction. Lying there, while Jake clicked off photo after photo, I imagined how much fun it would be to roll around naked with another person on the fur rug while the two of you got it on. One more photo of me pulling the briefs down to expose my bare ass, and I was off to the next pair. As I threw on the neon green briefs with white lettering, Jake switched out the fur rug for a white one. We then repeated the poses just as the first series had gone. And so went the shoot, with the last pair of briefs being the all black with neon green lettering and a wolf colored rug for the final series. Pulling down my black briefs, exposing my ass for the final picture of the set, I could hear Jake growl and snap his teeth together. It was as if he was like a dog biting at something, from up on the ladder. "Don't move." Jake said, with a husky voice. I looked up at him from the fur rug, my ass still hanging out. Jake jumped off the ladder, pulling off his white undershirt to reveal his broad hairy chest. I smiled, as he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off. Left in just his plaid boxers, Jake dropped to his knees behind me. I closed my eyes, the right side of my face sinking into the soft shag of the fur rug. Hissudden touch had me shivering, as his fingers lightly dragged up my bare thighs. Jake shifted his mass, until his knees straddled my waist. His weight, gently pinning my hard cock beneath me. I felt Jake lean forward, gripping my biceps, on my outstretched arms. His chest pressed against my back, with his lips and tongue teasing the top of my left ear. "Uuuuuuhhhhh." I moaned. His powerful hands slid from my arms to my shoulders, like his kisses, that worked from my ear to the base of my neck. Jake was slowly grinding his underwear covered cock in between the mounds of my exposed butt. Each thrust of his cock made my hole twitch. "Mmmmmmm, uhhhhh." My soft moans echoed through the studio. Jake's fingers took hold of the elastic waistband, carefully sliding the underwear over my hard cock, until they were completely off. I gasped a bit, when the fur tickled my pulsing cock, as I settled back down. His knees took a new spot in between my legs, spreading them out with gentle pressure. Each of his hands, now clenching a cheek of my bubble butt, spreading them as well. Eyes still closed, I heard Jake spit, feeling the warm saliva drop onto my hole. Before it could begin to run, Jake's thumb swirled it over my wrinkled skin. The four inch shag of the fur blanket made for great hand holds, as I waited for one of his digits to penetrate me. It never happened. Instead, I felt the scruff of his beard, while he put his face into the valley of my ass. His tongue, darting out to explore my young taut boy pussy. "Ohhhhh, yesssssssss." I hissed. Jake attacked my hole with alternating techniques. First, the tip of his tongue slowly and almost methodically, traced every wrinkle of my hole. Jake then switched to a lapping motion, where the fat width of his tongue slid back and forth, adding pressure and saliva with each pass. And then again, he'd change things up by placing soft kisses on my hole, putting lips on lips. I was surprised to hear Jake's moans as he ate me out. I thought for sure the pleasure was all mine. With each glorious minute, the feeling grew inside me. "Huh, huh, huh, mmmmm, huh, huh, ohhhhh, huh, uhhhhhh, mmmmmm" I moaned, in between ragged breaths. I thought for sure Jake would stop at any moment, and stick his cock into my hungry hole. But it never came to be. He just dined on my hole like it was dessert. His patience and constant working of my tight ring had finally broken down my natural resistance. Even during sex, his mighty cock had never left me feeling this open. It was like my body had accepted the pleasure his tongue was bringing it, and welcomed it inside. But this was not foreplay, or even teasing. No, Jake was doing more than just preping my hole. This was oral sex, and he meant to finish it. Soon I was rocking my hard cock into the soft fur rug, while Jake fucked me with his tongue. "Ohhh Jesus, Jesus, OH MY GOD, oh shit." I said through clenched teeth, my orgasm overtaking me. My muscles contracted with each eruption of cum. I was panting heavily, when I felt Jake's body lift off my legs. "How was that lover? Did that make up for me being an asshole?" Jake asked, standing behind me. "HOOOOLLLLLYYYYY SHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTT dude! I don't think I've ever cum that hard before. Oh My God, that was amazing." I said, my forehead resting face down in the fur rug. I felt Jake's weight upon my back once more. His arms, now by my ears, bearing the weight of his upper body, so as not to crush me. Jake whispered into my ear, "My turn baby." Having missed it, Jake had removed his boxers, and was now naked as he lay on top of me. My eyes widened, as I felt the tip of Jake's cock push between my cheeks, eventually touching my pulsing hole. "UUUUUUUUHHHHHH, OOohhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, Fffuuucckkkkkk," I moaned, as his large mushroom tip pushed into me. Almost a half an hour of Jake's skillful tonguing, had left my hole wet and open, but it still stung as his wide sausage pushed its way in. As Jake sunk the final inches of his meat into me, I bit my lip and kicked the tops of my feet against the fur rug, in an attempt to manage the burning sensation. I knew from past sessions with Jake, this feeling of ache would soon pass, and I'd be begging for his cock. Jake rested for a second, his cock fully inside me, kissing my neck and shoulders while I adjusted to its size. My break didn't last long. Soon, his short rhythmic thrusts started up again, pressing my smooth skin into the cum I had just deposited into the fur rug. Jake took hold of my wrists, pulling my arms until they were outstretched above my head. His teeth nibbled on my ear, while he found a nice pace in which to fuck my hole. Uh, uh, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh." I moaned in rhythm with each of his thrusts. Sweat beads were starting to form on my forehead. A combination of the fur rug beneath me and the hairy man on top of me, had me quickly heating up. "OH, huh, yeah, huh, you feel so good. Mmm." Jake said, his warm breath filling my ear with every spoken word. "SO CLOSE, fuck, mmmm, Ahhhhhh, shit, shit." Jake growled, his cock firing his seed inside me. Jake rolled slightly to his side, taking me with him, still an extension of the cock inside me. Laying there catching our breaths, the sweat dripping from my forehead, like Jake's cum from my satisfied ass. I imagined we were in a cabin, a roaring fire near us, his cock twitching inside me, as we cuddled on top of the fur rug. Once Jake's soft dick had retreated completely from my gripping hole, he rolled the rest of the way onto his back. I rolled back onto my stomach, head resting on my forearm as I stared at the man who had just brought me such pleasure. "Are you good?" Jake asked. "Really good." I said. Reaching back, running a finger over my wet and puffy hole. I had never eaten another boy out, and the idea of it intrigued me. "What is it like to eat someone out? Does it taste weird? Do you really like it?" I asked, firing off a barrage of questions at him. "Wow. Well, those are good questions. I like doing it a lot, but it's not for everybody. I will say I prefer that the person whose ass I'm about to eat, be clean. But there are some guys who just dive right in. I know from being on the receiving end it's more pleasurable, for me anyway, when I know you're clean down there." Jake said, rolling to his side to look at me. "Like shower clean, or you know, um cleaner?" I asked. I knew about enemas, but I had never experienced one, and had no idea if they were a regular thing with gay men. "If you give some attention to your hole in the shower, you know maybe wiggle a clean soapy finger in there, that's more than enough for me. I personally love to eat someone out after they've been in a hot tub or even the ocean. If I can get one of my fingers into their tight hole, oh yeah, then I would dine on it for hours." Jake said, licking his lips. "But, for you Blake, I'd eat your delicious butt out any time you offered it to me." I smiled, as I pushed myself to my knees. If I didn't leave soon, I would be late for home and the special dinner my mom was making for me. I stood up, with cum coating my belly and dripping from my ass. I looked at Jake and laughed, before making my way to the bathroom, to take a quick shower. Jake and I quickly cleaned up before I said my good bye and headed home. I felt stupid, having just showered, standing in Jake's yard rubbing dirt and grass on my clothes and arms, but it had to be done. Sitting down with my mother for dinner was the last thing I wanted to do. But her lasagna was amazing, and it was fun recapping my first week of high school. Jake had introduced me to his weed hook up, and I was able to score some before the Friday evening had come. A few hits off the captain, and another nice warm shower with my shower massager pointed at my swollen hole, and I was good for bed. The thought of Jake eating me out, was the dream I closed my eyes to. The following morning I texted Lucas. Blake – `Wat ^?' Lucas – `N mch' Lucas – `HA. Rent Gone' Blake – `SWEET!' Lucas – `Netflix and Chill?' Blake – `FY:)' Lucas – `:) SYS' Two minutes of texting between Lucas and I, and I was out the door. In short, I had asked him what's up. He replied with nothing much, and that he was home alone, indicating his mom and brother had left. To which, I replied with my admiration for his current situation. He then proceeded to ask if I would like to come over to his house and have sex. I replied with a confirming "Fuck Yeah" I would, followed by a happy face, noting my emotional state. He then said he would see me soon, also followed by a happy face, informing me that he too was happy with our choice of activity. You can imagine how fast I rode my bike to his house. In conversation, it had come out that Lucas's father had passed away from a rare illness, and it was a subject he didn't like to talk about. But it was something that made our friendship even tighter, just knowing we had one more item in common. Lucas opened the front door standing in just a pair of red mesh shorts. His house was two blocks from Josh's and about a half a mile from the school. It sat at the bottom of a hill, where the houses behind his sat just a bit higher. During his 10-cent tour, he showed me the three bedrooms, one for him, his brother, and of course their mom. The kitchen, living room, and two-car garage were pretty typical. It was his backyard that caught my attention. Or more importantly, what was in his backyard. "You have a hot tub?" I asked. "Yep. Good to go too." Lucas said. "Really?" I asked. While I could tell we were both a bit anxious to get to the fooling around, sitting in the hot tub sounded nice. "Yeah, check it out." Lucas said, opening the door and heading out to the tub. We pulled the cover back, to the above ground tub, exposing the crystal clear water. Lucas grabbed a remote from inside his house and turned on the jets as the water in the tub came to life. Following Lucas's non-verbal instruction of shucking his shorts and stepping into the tub naked, I stepped in naked as well. With the brisk September wind blowing through his yard, the warming water felt good on my body. At first, Lucas and I sat far enough apart so that we weren't touching, while we discussed the highs and lows of the first week of school. But soon enough the seed that Jake had planted into my head about enjoying eating someone out after spending time in a hot tub, started monopolizing my thoughts. I slid over so that our bare thighs were touching below the frothy water. Lucas smiled, just before I leaned in for a kiss. We kissed for a long time. Our lips mashing together like only young teens can. Exploring each other's mouths, learning what felt good to your partner and what felt good to you. I let my hand slide to Lucas's five inch tool, stroking the hard cock a couple times before letting my hand drift to his balls. I could tell he was enjoying it even though his moans of pleasure were muffled by our never ending kiss. I let my hand slip a bit further so that my middle finger was gliding back and forth over his hole. It was when I pushed the tip of my finger past his wrinkled lips that we finally broke our kiss. "Ah, mmmmm. Oh yeah. "I've never fooled around in the hot tub." Lucas whispered. "Me neither. But I have other plans. Maybe we can fool around in here later?" I said, determined to eat out my first boy hole. "Can we go to your room?"............... For you clever readers, I have a challenge. Can you solve Mr. Bubl's riddle? For those who do, I will share some insight on the story and the inspiration for one of its characters.