Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2012 22:48:08 +0100 From: John Woods Subject: Teenage Encounters 4: Frolics On Film The following series is a continuing series of fantasies which i have been experiencing for a few years about some of my classmates from my school life. Names have been changed. Hope you enjoy and i would appreciate your feedback. Thanks. Please don't reprint it, in part or in whole, without permission. This is the fourth part of the series and there is ongoing continuity so some parts may not make sense unless you have read earlier parts which can be found elsewhere in this archive. Thanks for reading and i appreciate any feedback from readers at my email address. *Previously:* I am in Brad's room after his mates turned up unexpectedly, with nothing to do...** Oh, what I wouldn't give to have Brad up here with me, I thought, as my gaze wandered the room for some activity to fill the time with. I cast my eye around the room and suddenly, an object came into vision which formed an idea in my head. An idea that would make time that little bit more interesting... I got up off the bed and reached up to the shelf opposite Brad's bed, and reached for the object I could see clinging to the edge, calling out for use. The camcorder was a new version and was a lot slimmer than the version my parents had at home, which they had owned for years. I bought it onto the cupboard which was leaning against the wall opposite the bed and pressed record, the red light glowing to affirm this. I moved back to the bed and laid down in a comfortable position within the view of the camera. I glanced at the photo again and looked at Brad's eyes in the photo. The eyes were sparkling. Egging me on. I held my gaze on his hotness as my right hand moved down to my groin. I already had a semi from the anticipation of what I was going to do and I began to rub it vigorously through my trousers, which gave me more of a sensation then pleasure but it was enough. My intention was to provide stimulating material for my man. I kept switching my gaze from the photo of Brad to the camera as I did this, licking my lips for added effect. After a few more minutes of doing this, I put the photo down on the duvet beside me and with my free hand began unbuckling my belt and pulling off my trousers, before throwing them towards the camera, giving the desired shot of them flying over then falling short, leaving the lens still exposed, leaving no need for getting up and removing them before continuing my filming. I gently forced my right hand through the opening in my boxer shorts, aware of the need to exaggerate my actions just to make sure that the camera picked them up well enough for Brad's viewing later, and began to wank again once I got a grip on my semi, more smoothly this time. Images of Brad flooded my mind, all my memories of him and conversations I had had with him -- all of which had been meaningless until the night before -- but I regarded each of them as important. The times he had asked me to borrow a pen in Spanish class, the time he asked for help with his English work, all moments I would remember for a very long time. I was overcome with the effect of his image and the sound of his sexily smooth tones. However I was in bliss when these turned to the vocals I had heard over the past two nights, tempting me to make some of my own vocals for the camera, albeit not as loud as I would have liked to ensure they were not heard downstairs. I slipped my boxers down a little, enough so that the camera would get a nice view of my cock but, with my boxers still visible at the bottom of the frame. My mind soon wandered off and I wondered what my life would be like if I were open about my sexuality. I knew what this would mean. I would definitely get a rough time if I did admit I was gay. I mean, I had enough abuse as it was, people always calling me gay, offending me without realising or just not caring that I was actually gay and their words were making me insecure about it. At least I wasn't as insecure now that I knew that Brad was gay too and I had someone to tell all the things I couldn't confide in anyone else. I suppose it would be a bit easier if Brad came out too as no one would dare to give him grief about it. He was a jock, but he had made it clear that he wasn't ready now, if ever, to tell people. I mean, to be fair, I could understand it, he was the guy that every girl in the school wanted to have clinging to their arm. Only I knew how improbable that image was. I continued to stare at the photo as my heart sank with the answer. For the moment at least, Brad's social life came before his sex life. Before me. It was a certainty that I had broadened his horizons but he would not risk that for his strongly forged friendships with the popular kids, and for now, I had to accept that, and see what we have as a very fun relationship. After all, who knew if me and Brad would still be together in a years' time -- although I could strongly hope that this was the case. Just because I feel he is my soul mate, doesn't guarantee he feels the same way about me. And even if he didn't come out for the rest of his life, I knew I would love to be sucking that monstrous dick, even in 10 years' time. Me and Brad were a well-guarded secret, with neither of us wanting to tell anyone due to what was at stake for both of us. We were a very special secret and I was not going to risk that by placing an ultimatum on him, regarding his status in the closet. The pressure would surely signal the end of our time together and I was going to do everything I could to ensure that was not the case. Speaking of pressure, it was at this point that I felt pressure building inside me, and as I felt the cum rising up my shaft I picked up the photo again with my left hand and with my other hand I aimed my cock directly at the hunk in the picture. I erupted with the force of Vesuvius over his face and clothed body, his cum covered form setting rise to countless spurts of unanticipated cream from my cock. I gestured the picture to the camera before licking some off, smiling at the camera and then I slowly got up, placed the photo directly in front of the camera on the cupboard and after about 10 seconds I turned the camera off and got dressed. I found some paper and scribbled down a note for Brad which I placed on the cupboard alongside the camera and the cum-covered picture of him. It read `Play me when you are ready for the time of your life, Love xxx', and with that I turned off the light and quietly left the room, still partially hard after my shenanigans. I kept thinking of how Brad would react when he heard my loud moans on the video and what he would think of my amateur attempt at a sex tape for him. I cautiously approached the door and saw that Brad had shut the lounge door, so I could leave unseen. I decided not to get a lift home with Brad's butler but to walk instead, and as I left the mansion, I glanced back towards the room with the curtains closed where not an hour ago, me and Brad had wanked into those wine glasses. An exercise I hoped to repeat sometime. It already seemed an age as I left his house and I couldn't have imagined how soon I would have been back there. On Monday morning, we had English first lesson and we were on laptops, typing up our coursework. As usual, everyone was playing games whenever Mrs Jacobs had her back turned. I looked over Brad's shoulders and at one point I saw him typing an email over his broad shoulders. I squinted at the email address and saw it was mine, prompting me to sign into my Google mail account and eagerly await his message. It arrived a minute later, popping onto the screen, I clicked it and read it after checking that no one else was looking and able to see what it said. *"I loved the surprise I got when I watched your video. Was hard as soon as I saw the graffiti on my football picture. ;) It was so hot. I loved it! Can't wait until our next session. Love you babes x"* I smirked as I read it and felt my cock stiffen a little in my boxers. I sent a reply telling him to wait behind and I would talk to him alone then. I didn't expect another reply to that message so I was a little shocked when I got one. *"Good. I've got a proposition for you. X"* This last message perplexed me. What could the proposition be? Luckily I didn't have to wait long to find out. As the rest of the class filed out of the classroom, I took a while to shut down my laptop and gather together my things, as did Brad. Once it was only me, Brad and Mrs Jacobs remaining in the room, he glanced at Mrs Jacobs, who suddenly smiled at us and decided she had some task to fulfil her time with. `I'll give you two a minute.' I chuckled at the absurdness of this. `It's like you've bribed her or something.' I joked and Brad nodded to confirm this. I was gobsmacked. `Really?' `Yeah. We have to have some alone time together at school, don't we?' he smirked and I smiled back as he grabbed my head in his hands and kissed my lips gently. They tingled with his touch. He parted the embrace and I smiled at this unexpected public display of affection. I regained my composure and gained the courage to ask `What is this proposition then? You're not asking me to commit to marrying you, are you?' I joked, chuckling then stopping as his face fell. `You were?' I asked shocked, wanting to know his intentions. He laughed. `No, but what I am going to ask you will be a very big decision on your part. If you think I'm moving too fast, tell me and I'll stop.' He paused before dropping the question on me. `I want you to move in with me.' He blurted out, making sweet music to my ears. Was this actually happening? To me? Had the actual Brad actually just asked me that? Was I to believe what I thought I had heard? It must have been a mistake. Wishful thinking and all that. My ears had zoned out for a second. `Move in with you?' I repeated, just to clarify. I waited in anticipation until he nodded. `You'll need to think about it, of course.' He said hastily. `You wouldn't want to rush into something this important.' `Thinking done. I accept. Gladly.' I clasped his hand in mine and gazed deeply into his eyes. I was utterly in love. And now I pretty sure that Brad was now. That night, as soon as I got home, I explained to my parents that me and one of my mates were moving in with each other to get used to having to live off our own money before heading to university and although they weren't totally thrilled with the idea, I wasn't about to let them ruin my plans. I ran upstairs to pack my bags and got a taxi to Brad's house -- after all I didn't want Brad's butler turning up in a car which costs more than my house or my clever lie would have been seen through quicker than I had told it in the first place. Part of the deal was that although we would be sleeping together, I would also get my own room, to store my stuff and to sleep in occasionally as we were prepared for any situation such as arguments or just not wanting to sleep together that night, even if we weren't having sex. I was just hoping that Mrs Jacobs could keep her mouth quiet, especially now that Brad was bribing her, as all she did whenever she saw me at school now was grin like a Cheshire cat and I was always on edge in case she said anything to give the game away. However she was a lovely person so I was reassured that she could be trustworthy and Brad had declared that his friends would know nothing about the matter, which suited me, although he did warn me that I may have to hide in my room when the other jocks came round but he said that he was worth it and I knew for a fact that he was. When I arrived at Brad's he said he would give me some time to unpack, and it was as I was unpacking my stuff into my new room alone that my thoughts pondered back to his first message that day. He had said `Can't wait until our next session.' This got me panicking. Was this how he saw our relationship? Like a relationship between a client and a therapist? Was I becoming his sex therapist? Because that wasn't the way I saw it at all. Was the sex just his way of relieving himself or was he actually in this for the same reason as me? I may be besotted but could I be so sure that he was too? And more importantly, had I made a hasty decision in deciding to move in with him? I brushed it all off as worries of the new world I had found myself in, hoping against hope that I wasn't wrong. But even if it didn't work out, I planned on having the time of my life. Five minutes later, I ventured into Brad's room and saw that he was lying on the bed, having been waiting for me for who knows how long. It had been an age and I smiled, sinking into his muscular arms, my safety blanket against the world. We lay there for hours, not moving, just laying wrapped in each other until we both drifted into sleep. An expression of our love. TO BE CONTINUED...