Sorry about the delay with the third part of this story. I'm working on part four in my spare time, which hasn't been very abundant lately. I hope you enjoy part 3.

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The Arrangement Part 3

I decided that as I had only a week to do our papers I'd do mine first as it was a subject that I knew better than Dane's and would be able to complete within a couple of days if I set enough time for it.

The next day I went into school to use the library, I only had one class that day and could spend the rest of the day researching. I saw Dane at registration and he nodded over to me with a smile as he walked passed me to his desk. It was those moments that made what he had said the night before vanish from my thoughts.

The tutor marked us all in and waffled on and on about our up and coming tests before the Christmas break. When the bell went Dane was among the first out of the door, as he passed me this time the light caught his shirt in a way that made it almost transparent. That's when I spotted a red waistband that was clearly a pair of boxer shorts. I couldn't believe that he went back on our deal.

"Dane, wait up!" I called out before I'd even thought about what I was going to say. He was with a couple of mates and I couldn't accuse him of not honouring his promise in front of them. Luckily enough he told them to go on and he'd catch them up.

"How's it going?" He asked.

I got up from my chair and started to walk out of the classroom and nodded for him to follow me. When we'd walked far enough to be out of earshot from anyone who may have been hanging around I asked him why he'd gone back on our deal?

He looked puzzled at me so I went on to tell him that I'd been up till four in the morning doing my paper so that I could spend enough time researching for his. Then I find that he's wearing his boxers this morning. A look of comprehension dawned on his face and he told me to follow him. We walked past a few doors until the one for the boys toilet. He pushed the door open and I obediently followed him.

"Check the stalls." He ordered.

I pushed every door open to make sure that we were alone. I knew that we wouldn't be bothered as by that time just about everyone would be in class. When I turned round I saw him standing facing the wall taking a piss in the urinal. He'd dropped his trousers and his red plaid cotton boxer shorts to the floor round his ankles. Just through the tail of his shirt I could make out the white waistband and the CK logo of the thong and the back strap that nestled between his firm buns was just visible.

He shook his dick at the bowl and tucked himself away and then turned round, he lifted the front of his shirt to show me that he was wearing the thong. He'd placed his dick upwards so it was pushing its confines out.

"Happy now?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I replied with a note of humility to my voice.

"Damn right you should be. I can't believe that you thought I would go back on our arrangement."

"Well I saw the waistband of your boxers through your shirt and I figured that you'd changed your mind."

"I'm wearing boxers so that no one will see what I've got underneath, you idiot."

"Sorry." I repeated my apology, feeling really stupid.

"That's okay. Luckily for you I'm in a good mood this morning. I managed to get a bit of quality time with Michelle last night. She likes the new thong by the way."

"I'm not surprised, it looks good on you."

"Yeah, I know." He replied giving me a very cocky smile. "It feels better than the other one as well. There's a bit more stretch up front, if you know what I mean."

I took a few paces across towards him and cupped his basket and replied that I did know what he meant. He didn't brush my hand away as I was expecting him to, so I gave his shaft a little squeeze. A drop of pee soaked through the cotton fabric of his pouch and instinctively ran my index finger over it and then put it to my mouth.

"That's disgusting Baker!"

"I know, but I couldn't resist it."

He screwed up his face and make a fake gagging sound and repeated that what I had just done was gross. He then pulled up his shorts and trousers saying,

"We had better get going before someone catches you queering off on me"

Once he had tucked his shirt in he asked me if I now trusted him.

Without hesitation I replied that I did.

"So you don't want to check up on me during this week?"

"What you'd let me?"

"I didn't say that. I asked if you wanted to check up on me we could work out a new arrangement."

"What would that be?" I asked cautiously.

"I'll let you take a look down there at anytime you like, as long as we're in private, but for every time you do, that's one less day I have to wear the thong."

I didn't even need to think about it and replied that it was okay, we can stick to the original arrangement.

"Are you sure? I mean I might even let you feel me up again. I know how much you look forward to that."

As if to emphasize the point he took hold of my hand and placed it over his trouser covered crotch. I couldn't believe how forward he was being. My occasional fondles of him more or less went unmentioned, and while I knew he tolerated them he never ever encouraged them, other than the night before.

Fuck! I didn't know what to do? This was an offer that I could hardly turn down. On the other hand just knowing that he'd be wearing the thong all week and then I'd get it back was enough for me not more than a few moments ago. It wasn't like he was saying that I would never be allowed to feel him up ever again. So I replied "No!"

"Well done Baker. I didn't think you possessed such restraint." He let go of my hand, but I didn't remove it straight away. "Maybe if you can show me a level of trust and restraint I might have to think of an extra reward for you, once you've finished my assignment that is."

I instantly pulled my hand away and he let out a laugh and said. "Come on, I've got a class to get to."

We left the toilets and went our separate ways. Him to his first class, and me to the library, thinking of my dilemma along the way. One ask to look at him in the thong again and the possibility of copping a feel, for one less day of him wearing the thong? I didn't know what to do. Then there was the promise, all be it a vague promise, that there might be an extra treat for me at the end of the week.

By the time I got to the library I had made up my mind that I would wait and see.

The rest of the week went too fast, just like it always does when you have a tight deadline to meet. I had two, my own and Dane's.

It was Friday lunch time and I had finished my assignment and was putting the finishing touches to Dane's. It had been harder than I had originally thought as the whole paper had to be researched and sourced. None of his text books were of any use, so I had to wade through books in the library and spend a lot of time on the internet.

I had probably another hour on Dane's paper when he shoved the thong in my face.

After he stormed off I felt dejected and pissed off with myself. Would this be the last time I would see him? I only needed a little more time to finish up his paper, he'd have it in time to hand it in. I just had to explain that to him. I picked up my mobile phone and was about to send him a text when I got one from him.

<Audio room 3. NOW>

My heart racing, I packed up my books and signed off from the computer and made my way to the back of the library and through the door of a windowless room where people can go to access the library's audio and video files in peace.

At one end of the room Dane sat sprawled on a chair, his navy blue trackie bottom covered legs wide open and his hands behind his head. His smile faded slightly and his forehead frowned when he said "Lock the door." And then when I had he asked.

"No one saw you coming in?"

"No" I replied. Although I hadn't really looked round as it didn't occur to me. But I knew that it would be okay, the library was fairly empty as it was lunchtime and only us `bookworms' ever went to the library at lunch.

"Good. Okay Sammy, do you want my underwear back?"

"Please." I almost was begging him.

"How much longer do you have till my assignment is done?"

"Not long, really. Just a few more pages to do and that's it. Maybe an hour, and it's not like you have to copy it up as you can hand it in on disk." I replied, hopefully taking the urgency out of the situation.

He stood up and walked over to me and took hold of my hands and placed them on his hips. "I'll give you a little incentive to go the final mile, just a taster of what's to come when you finish in time for the deadline. Go on, take them down." He said indicating to his nylon tracksuit bottoms.

I did as he told me and pulled them and his football shorts down to his ankles. My face was level with his pouch, although he wasn't hard he filled it out well and it wasn't often that I got to see him from this angle. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it into his basket.

"Take a deep breath Sammy. I tell you, it's got to be humming down there. I had a wank in there last night and it stinks now. I've never worn anything for so long without changing, so it had better be worth all the effort. I hate feeling this dirty."

I inhaled a few times and that lovely rank smell of Dane O'Hanlon came back to me. It wasn't his usual smell that I was used to. Like he said it was dirty, at this close range I could make out his cum stain and a few dots of yellow, where I am sure he wasn't too careful to shake himself off properly after going to the loo.

He let go of my head and took a step back.

"Right pull them up." Yet again he indicated to his trackies. I did as I was told, all be it reluctantly.

"I'll be back in an hour and you'll be finished?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Good. Then you can have your pants back and I'll have the extra reward for you that I promised."

"What will that be?" I asked.

"One hour, and you'll find out."

He unlocked the door and left the room without a backward glance.

I got off my knees and left the audio room and went back to the computer to carry on with his paper.

An hour later he was back and wanting to know if I had finished. I gave him his disk and he smiled.

"Thanks Sammy. I knew you wouldn't let me down. Okay, back to the audio rooms, if there's one free you can have your rewards. But we've not got long because I've got to get this in for the deadline."

Luckily Audio room 3 was still vacant. We went in and he locked the door.

"Come here." He ordered.

I did as I was told and stepped closer to him. He pulled me into a hug and thanked me again for doing his assignment for him. This was about the first time that he had demonstrated any true affection for me. He held me tight against his body and went on to tell me that I was fantastic for helping him out. I wondered if this was going to be the extra reward for showing such restraint for the past week. I was wrong.

Whilst he had me in his arms he asked me if I wanted my thong back? I answered that I did. He then asked me if I wanted my extra reward? I replied with one word


"Okay, well to get your thong back you're going to have to take it back."


"Nice articulation and I thought I was supposed to be the thick one." He laughed at his own joke then went on to say. "What I mean is, to get to your thong, you're going to have to strip me yourself. Every item of clothing."

I pulled slightly away from him, looked at his face and smiled.

"I take it that you like your reward?"

I nodded.

"Well get to it."

I stepped away from him, still with a beaming smile on my face that he returned. First I got him to lift his arms up and I pulled his sweatshirt off. He told me that he's been wearing his vest during P.E and that he hadn't had a shower afterwards. I caressed his chest through the flimsy navy nylon vest and brushed my hand over his rock hard pecs. He still had his arms in the air and I was just about to lift his vest off when I saw his dark blond armpit hair.

I couldn't resist it, I leaned in towards his damp thick bush of hair and got a blast of Dane sweat. It was heaven. I took several deep breaths and must have let out several sighs of ecstasy.

"You like that?" He asked with a note of curiosity to his voice.

"Yeah." I replied.

"You're weird. You know, most girls bulk at the first smell of odour."

I pulled back and said "But I'm not most girls. I love how you smell, it's natural and manly and a real big turn on."

He moved his head closer to his armpit and inhaled. His nose wrinkled and he shook his head. "That's rank. I hate smelling bad, it's unavoidable if you play sports, sweat comes with the territory, but I'm normally the first into the shower when we're done. And you say that it's a turn on? Fucking weird!"

"Trust me, it's lovely. It's you and everything about you is lovely."

I could have sworn that he blushed when I said that.

"So if I told you to sniff my arse crack, you would?" He was clearly trying to get his head round what I had said and he didn't believe me. Obviously to him what I was saying sounded disgusting, but to me if I had half a chance I would love to.

"Would you let me?" I asked.

"No!" he replied without hesitation.

"But you've shoved your arse in my face a couple of times before, only then you were wearing shorts or briefs. What's the difference?"

Dane seemed thoughtful for a moment then replied "Protection, I guess. I've got used to you feeling me up or playing about with my knob when I'm wearing something. Take that away and I might as well be queer like you."

Now who's being weird? I thought to myself. But I wasn't going to take offence or cause a scene, not when I had the rest of his clothes to take off that afternoon. It actually dawned on me how much of a reward it was that he was giving me. By the time we were done he would be standing naked in front of me and while I knew that there was no hope of him letting me go any further and that I'd seen him naked loads of times, this time it would be me taking away some of his barriers, both mental and physical. That was going to be enough for me. Not that I wouldn't try and push him further. There was no need to protest about what he had just said.

I went back to his armpit, but instead of just inhaling, I put my tongue out and started to lick the salty sweat off of him. I had half expected to be told that I had gone too far, but no protest came, so I carried on for a bit until I decided that it was time to get on with stripping Dane.

I pulled his nylon vest off to expose his gorgeous torso, rock hard pecs and six pack. I let my hand wander down over his muscular lumps and bumps and traced his treasure trail from his navel into his track bottoms. I was about to pull them down, but then I thought that I should remove his trainers and socks first. I got down on my knees in front of him and gestured for him to lift his leg up. I was pulling his trainer off when he said.

"You're not going to tell me that you're going to sniff them, are you?"

"No way." I replied. There were some things that even I wouldn't do and foot odour wasn't something I was into in any kind of way.

"What? I thought you said that all of my smells were lovely!" He exclaimed with some amusement in his voice.

"Not all of them." I replied. "I love your arse, but I wouldn't want you to fart in my face. And while you've got lovely feet, I know that the stench off them is far too much to handle."

He laughed at me and then said "So if I were to say that if you stuck your nose in my trainer and deep inhaled for a minute, I would let you sniff my arse sweat, you wouldn't?"

I didn't have to think about it for long. "Some prizes are worth sacrifices." I replied with a smile.

He smiled back at me with a hint of malevolence to it. He instructed me to remove his trainer and when I did he grabbed it off me and shoved it into my face. The stench was awful. It felt like months if not years of odour had built up in there and it was quite sickening. He continued to hold it to my face and told me to start taking deep breaths, he went on to tell me that I could back out any time I felt it was too much for me.

I must have nearly gagged several times and each time Dane asked if I'd had enough. I shock my head and carried on inhaling. His minute felt like five by the time he had pulled his trainer away from my face. Fresh air rushed into my lungs and made my head feel light. When my eyes re-focused after my head rush I saw Dane had his arm behind his back and he was clearly rubbing his fingers up and down his butt crack.

"I'd rather have it from the source." I said when he pulled his hand out and stuck two fingers in front of my face.

"I know you would, but that's not going to happen. So this will have to do."

He moved his fingers under my nose and the tangy smell of his arse sweat hit my nose. It was like no other smell in the world. While you would have thought that it was pungent and disgusting, it wasn't. The best way I can think to describe it was that it was a meatier version of his sweat.

"I can't believe that you really like that." He said pulling his hand back and examining his fingers as if it were the first time he'd seen them. He took a tentative sniff and pulled his hand away from his nose with a look of disgust on his face. "You're really a fucking weirdo. You know that don't you?"

"If you say so" I replied.

He shock his head and laughed to himself. "Okay perv, times getting on. I've got to get my assignment in. Finish the job." He snapped from amusement to a business like manner. Which I suppose that is what this was, a business arrangement and he'd just reminded us both about that.

I took his other trainer off and cast it aside, then from my kneeling position in front of him I reached my hands out and put them on his nylon tracksuit covered butt and ran them over the hard globes a few times. Then I raised them to the waistband of his trackies and eased them down to his ankles, then did the same with his football shorts.

I then leaned back slightly to take in the sight before me, Dane, nearly naked but for the Calvin Klein thong that he'd been wearing all week for me. He'd arranged his cock so it was pointing upwards, like he did when I saw him at the beginning of the week, so his package pushed out making him look bigger down there.

I wasted no time in wrapping my hand around his thong covered shaft and gently started to wank him off. I looked up to his face but could see no sign of pleasure there, but then there was also no sign of anger either. He knew that I would want to play with his package and I kind of knew that he would let me until he was ready to make me stop. He just stood there, his eyes facing forward to the wall, with a blank expression on his face.

As I continued to jack him off inside the thong I started to get a sign that despite what his expression may be lacking he was starting to enjoy himself. I could feel his tool thickening, so I continued and then I drew my other hand up and started to massage his balls in it.

This finally got a reaction from him, he took in a deep breath and sighed in what was an unmistakable sound of pleasure. Then through his sweat soaked thong I felt he pre-cum leak through.

That's when I made my mistake and broke the spell; I wiped the tip of his shaft through the cotton with my thumb and put it in my mouth to taste his clear fluid.

He wasn't angry or disgusted, but as I went to replace my hand on his goods he backed away slightly saying that time was up and if I wanted my thong back I had to take it now. Yes, I was disappointed. But I didn't dwell on it, I didn't have time. His cock was pushing the waistband of the thong away from his body and as I'd never seen his hard-on before I wondered if he would really let me pull it off of him.

True to his original word he let me put my hands back on the waistband of the thong. I pulled it out so that it would clear his boner as I pulled it down. His dick sprung up from its confines and while it wasn't totally hard, Dane clearly had more than a semi going, his red helmet was poking out of his foreskin and the shaft was pointing up at just above a 45 degree angle. I leaned forward to continue to pull the thong down, but he moved back so as not to let me touch his cock that was bouncing in front of my face.

I let the thong drop to the floor and he stepped out of it and out of his trackie bottoms, then he said "There you go Baker, the thongs' all yours."

I reached my hand up to take hold of his stiffness but he took another step back. I threw all caution and pride to the wind and pleaded with him "Dane, please let me wank you off."

He didn't answer, he just stepped passed me and went over to where he'd dumped his sports bag when we entered the room. I picked up the thong from the floor and stood up, not taking my eyes off his nakedness as he bent down to rummage in his bag.

He found what he was looking for and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and without turning round he pulled them on. Only then did he seem ready to face me.

"Sammy, this arrangement has been good for us both, hasn't it?"

I nodded.

"Then don't fuck it up. I need your help to get me through these courses and I can't afford to tell you what you should do with yourself right now, so let it drop."

"I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away again." I whispered in reply.

"Yeah, well you did. But no harm done, right?"

"No." I replied sullenly.

"Look," He went on sounding like he really needed to explain himself further. "You got your part of the deal. And if you are honest with yourself you'll know that you got a bit more. After all, I was only going to let you strip me and take your thong back. And I don't want you to start thinking that because I was getting hard that I was turning queer. Because, and I really don't want to hurt your feelings, but you've got to hear this. A hand's just a hand. When you feel me up I'm not thinking about you. Do you want me to spell it out?"

I shock my head. I knew what he was saying, and as much as it was hurting I knew, deep down, that he was actually trying to spare my feelings.

"I know you really like me and I suppose I should be flattered, but it's just an arrangement. You're a good bloke and I really don't know why we weren't friends throughout school up till now."

"Are you saying that we're friends now?" I asked.

"Course we are. But I still need your help and I'm still willing to pay for it in the same way as before. You've just got to know where the line is and stay behind it. If you can do that then you're going to be much happier than if I have to have a go at you."

"Okay, you're right. I really am sorry."

"Look, I really don't mind that you like to see me naked or in a pair of pants, I even don't mind you feeling me up every now and then, just as long as you know that there is a line."

I nodded and he threw me a smile that made me stop feeling bad.

"Okay," He said after a few moments of silent thought. "I've got a deal for you."

"Go on." I said.

"Well, first let me ask, how well do you think my assignment will do? Do you think it'll be good enough for an A?"

"I, I think so, hopefully. I mean, I did my best, so yeah, an A should be doable."

"Good, if I get an A then I get the full 25% mark for my course. That's got to warrant some kind of reward for you beyond what you got today. So how about this? We get our papers back the day before the Christmas holiday, if I get an A, then you get me, in your room, in your choice of underwear. Then, I'll let you feel me up and when I get hard you can take my pants down and I'll let you watch me wank myself off until I shoot my load. Does that sound like a deal to you?"

"Fuck yes!" I replied enthusiastically. "But are you sure you really don't mind doing that for me?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I did mind. You like to watch me, and I need your help. It's a good arrangement, just as long as you remember that there is a line."

He crossed the room towards me, his boxers were still tented out by his now shrinking boner. He pulled the waistband away from his body and gestured for me to take a look inside.

"Say goodbye to Dane junior and pray that I get an A so that you get to see him again." He said with a chuckle to his voice.

"You're still leaking." I pointed out to him.

He replied saying that he did that a lot. "It's like a fucking hose, once it starts it just goes on and on."

He then did something that really surprised me, he stuck his other hand inside his boxers and squeezed the tip of his knob until he milked about a tea spoon of pre-cum in his hand then he withdrew it and offered it over to me. I hungrily licked the clear sticky liquid off the palm of his hand.

"Thank you Dane. For everything."

"No skin off my nose. Right, time for me to get going, or I'll be docked marks for handing my paper in late."

"Go." I ordered. "Get out of here."

He smiled and then picked up his tracksuit bottoms and pulled them on. Meanwhile, I went over to where I dropped his vest and sweatshirt and handed them to him to put on. He then went over and unlocked the door and told me to lock it behind him.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think you should leave this room before you've sorted out your problem, do you?" He was pointing at the obvious bulge that was pressing against my school trousers. I blushed and replied that he was right.

I locked the door behind him and went over to where I'd dropped the thong he'd been wearing and reran everything that had happened round my head, while taking in his scent from the thong.

I also thought about his latest promise. All he needed was an A and then I'd get to see him wank himself off. To some it might not seem much, but to me it was everything.

The final week of term passed slowly. I didn't see much of Dane, as there were no classes that he couldn't handle on his own. I was wondering if I had taught him too well. Apparently not, as I found out the day we broke up for the Christmas holiday that I wasn't as good as I thought I was. I scrapped an A- for my paper, a low in my marks, but still enough to get me the grade I needed. Unfortunately, Dane only got a B+. Still excellent for him, they said that it would be equivalent to 20% of his final grade. That was much better than they had expected out of him. It wasn't good enough for me though and true to his word he didn't let me watch him wank himself off.

However, the holidays did bring a new arrangement from him.