Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 09:07:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Coolie Labop <jtguy23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me and Jay, Part 3

As with the other 2 stories in this series, the following events happened
to me in the 8th or 9th grade.  Feel free to contact me at
jtguy23@yahoo.com.

Things rocked along with me and Jay for six months to a year, with us
getting together as often as we could to masturbate together, exchange
blowjobs, watch porn, etc.  For me, it was an adventure--I'd never had the
chance to even make out with a female yet, so the idea that I was, for lack
of better words, "sexually active," was very exciting.  Jay was not a
particularly good looking guy, and although he was older, I don't think he
got a lot of action from the ladies, either.  So in addition to being best
friends, we took care of each other's sexual urges.  When you're an
adolescent, your whole life essentially revolves around sexual urges.

In the intervening months, I'd taken so much cum to my face, body, mouth,
and throat that I was, while appreciative of it, completely desensitized to
it.  It didn't bother me in the least to swallow cum, or feel it on my
skin, whether it was my own or Jay's.  I think he felt the same way--how
could he not, really?  The only real difference was that, being younger, I
produced less semen than Jay did.  When he was really worked up, or if he
hadn't cum in a few days, he could really drench you in the stuff.

He'd also started taking pictures and videos of me, with my consent of
course.  Back in those days, there really weren't any digital cameras, and
I had absolutely refused to have him take my pictures on film that would
have to be developed by someone else, so we relied on Poloroid pictures and
an old, clunky video camera that my parents had laying around.  You know
the one Marty uses to film Doc in "Back to the Future"?  The JVC one?
That's what we had.

Now, it sounds at this point like an older boy taking advantage of a kid,
but it really wasn't like that.  In fact, the whole thing with the pictures
and videos had been my idea--I'd been doing it for several years myself.  I
had quite a collection of my own pics and videos, beginning well before I
entered puberty.  I didn't really know what I was doing back then; I just
knew that my little hairless cock would get hard, and taking pictures of it
and doing little videos made me horny.

The way it all came about was: my parents were going to be out of town for
the weekend for a conference (they're both professors) and they asked Jay
if he would babysit me that weekend.  Of course he said yes--he'd be
getting paid to get his rocks off, basically.  So he showed up on Friday
afternoon, got the contact information from my mom, and then they left for
a city halfway across the country.  For 2 and a half days, we'd have
complete, undisturbed privacy.  Very exciting stuff.

Well, we didn't really get sexy that afternoon or early evening.  It wasn't
until about 10pm that things started to go that direction, with the most
popular of all precocious adolescent games, "Truth or Dare."  As soon as
Jay suggested we play it, I knew where it was going.

I can't remember a whole lot about the game, except that one of the dares
was for me to jack off for 5 minutes, or until I came.  Another was to show
him that I could, in fact, lick the head of my own cock.  I did both of
those.  And, in a very teasing way, I said "I'm just gonna stay naked for
the rest of the game."  He liked that, and as we talked and did stupid
dares, I could see that he could barely keep his eyes off of my little
package down there.

So as the game wrapped up, I decided to go take a bath.  My intent was
twofold: one, I wanted to get clean for the sex stuff later, and two, I
wanted Jay to come in and watch me naked in the tub.  But he didn't
follow--I don't know why.  So, a little disappointed, I went and drew my
bath.

I made it a quick one, and I guess I came out of the bathroom faster than
Jay expected, because as soon as the door opened, he jumped out of his
chair in the living room and sort of jogged to the window.  H asked what
was wrong, and he said that he thought he'd heard a car door slam outside.
But, once I looked around the living room, I knew that wasn't true.  The TV
screen was blue--VCR mode.  And Jay had the remote.

"What were you watching?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just seeing what movies you guys had," he replied.

We didn't have a very exciting movie collection, and it dawned on me then
that maybe Jad had found my stash of private videos.  I walked up and hit
the play button on the VCR.  Sure enough, when the video started, there was
me, about age 7, sitting in a chair with a tiny little erection, my
hairless sack drawn in tight, as it always was at that age.  Turning, I
said to Jay, "Dude, it's alright...you can watch these."

"Really?  I didn't mean to be sneaky, but I found the tape with no label
and I just was seeing what was on it."

"Really, man.  It's cool."

So Jay came and sat back down in his chair, while I allowed the tape to
continue.  Truth be told, I liked watching my younger self, too--I
masturbated to that tape all the time.  I, and I later found out, Jay,
loved the way a perfectly bald crotch looked.  And once you go into
puberty, even if you shave, you never get that silky smoothness back.

As Jay watched my video intently, an idea sprang to my mind.  I got up from
where I was sitting, and got down on my knees in front of Jay.  I reached
up and unbuttoned his jeans.  He was so hard that the head of his prick was
sticking out the top waistband of his jockey shorts.  He lifted his hips
off the chair so I could take off his bottoms.  I didn't waste a whole lot
of time; I grabbed that raging, rock hard cock and put it in my mouth, as
I'd done so many times before.  But this time, I wanted Jay to really enjoy
the whole experience--I had no concept of what Tantra was at that time, but
looking back, that's what I had in mind.  A long, drawn out sex act.

To facilitate that, I slid my mouth up and down his dick slooooowly.  Down
for a whole five seconds or so, then up for another five, then down.  I put
some pressure on the underside of his cock head with my tongue, and just
continued to suck him slowly like that, for a long time.  By this point, I
could read his signals, and when his prick stiffened even more in my mouth,
and he gave me quite a bit of precum, I'd stop, not allowing him to go over
the edge.  So I sucked him all the way through the video, to where it
turned back into white noise on the tape.  When it ended, Jay looked down
at me and asked, "Where is that video camera?"

"I'll get it," I said.  It was in the hall closet, so I brought it to him.

"I want to video you blowing me," he said.

"K."

So I got the tape out of the VCR, Jay put it in the camera, and as he
focused it, I got on his prick again.  He asked me to look right into the
camera lens, which I did, giving the video a real POV look.  It only took a
couple of minutes of my sucking before Jay was ready to cum.  In almost a
whisper (which the camera's mic picked up anyway) he said "open your mouth
and stick out your tongue."  Which I did.

With his other hand, Jay reached down to his hard on and started pumping. I
did as ordered, holding there with my mouth open, tongue out, waiting.
Every once in a while I'd lick his head, just to help him along.  Directly,
his strokes slowed way down and he seemed to aim his slit right at my
mouth.  Sure enough, the first hot, white burst of his semen practically
exploded out of his member, landing directly on my tongue.  I didn't
swallow it--I just let him continue to milk himself into my mouth, with the
camera catching it all (in close-up, I leaned later.)  Once his orgasm was
finished, he kept the camera on me and instructed me to swallow his load.
I did.

"Now open your mouth and show there's nothing left."

"All gone," I said, showing the camera that I had, in fact, swallowed it
all.

Jay turned off the camera and I put it away.  The taste of his cum had made
me super horny, so I took care of that in the bathroom and masturbated into
a towel, since Jay was by now in no shape to do anything else for a while.
It wasn't until the next morning that things picked up again.

I remember we were eating breakfast from McDonald's at my kitchen table
when he asked if I'd pose for some pictures for him.  He said that he
wanted to have the pictures at his house so he'd have something to spank to
when I wasn't around.  I was a little nervous about him having the pics at
his house--what if his mom found them or something?  But Jay promised me
he'd hide them well, and that she wouldn't.

So after we finished breakfast, Jay brought out his Poloroid camera (we
both had one) and we went into my bedroom.  I took off my clothes, and Jay
kind of told me where to go, how to pose, what to do, etc.  He got shots of
me completely soft, growing, and hard as a rock.  He got shots of me from
behind.  I'd say he took 20 pictures in all that day.  As they developed, I
could see that they turned out pretty good, for Poloroid pictures, anyway.
The lighting was bright enough that there was plenty of detail.

And that's how the next chapter in my sexual awakening happened--with an
80's video camera and a bunch of Poloroids.  We didn't do that stuff all
that often (remember, my parents had to be out in order to do it) but there
were several other "sessions" of pics and vids.  Now, I'd gone into it
thinking that it would just be something between the two of us.  I never
expected him to ask me, a few months later, if he could show it all to
other people...

The way that happened was, Jay had really loosened up quite a bit with
regard to his openness for same-sex antics.  Of course, he was either a
senior in high school or had just graduated, so he was quite a bit more
mature than I was at that point--I was okay with what we were doing, but I
would never have told anybody about it, or tried it with another guy.  But
Jay enjoyed it all so much that he began to have other partners.  Not a
lot, really, but a few.  He'd found out that there was a park just outside
of town that was kind of notorious for gay men fucking.  He went there a
time or two, in the middle of the night, and found more than a couple of
willing truckers, locals, whatever, to suck off.

Apparently, it was one of these encounters that instigated what came later.
While Jay was getting it on with a local guy--older dude, probably fifty or
so--the guy asked Jay if he had any friends.  Now, at that moment, Jay said
no, because he was thinking in terms of people his own age who might be
into it, and there weren't really.  But after a few minutes, he remembered
that, yes, he does have a friend who sucked cock and ate cum.  So he told
the guy, Aaron, about me.  From what I understand, this really got Aaron
excited--the thought of a nubile young teen to play with--and he told Jay
to see if I'd be into coming down.

When Jay asked me about it, I was initially scared to do it.  Sure, I got
naked around him all the time, I said, but I'd never been naked in front of
anyone else before.  So I initially turned him down.

"Well," Jay said, "what about this: what if I let him see some of your
pictures?"

I thought about that.  On the one hand, I'd never intended on an audience
of anyone but Jay.  On the other hand, the concept of someone else seeing
the pics DID get me excited.  I started to just say no offhand, but before
I could stop myself I gave Jay the permission to show the pics to this guy,
Aaron, and anybody else like that.  Hell, it wasn't like anybody from
school was going to see them anyway, and it might give the guys a bit of a
thrill, especially the ones who thought "the younger, the better."  I was
always aware of that.

So Jay took the Poloroids to the park the next time he went, and showed me
off to Aaron and, I think, a few other men.  From what Jay told me, they
were all over those pictures--I think a couple of them even offered Aaron
quite a bit of money to buy them outright, but Aaron didn't sell them--at
least not then.  Looking back, I guess it started the same way a drug
dealer gets clients--hit them with a sample first, then make them pay for
more.  Much, much more, as it turned out.

The next time I saw Jay, he told me about the offer of money for pictures,
and offered to split the cash with me, 50/50, if I was willing to do it.
Well, I always wanted more Nintendo games and such, so I was completely
down!  My only prerequisite was that any pictures of me that were going to
get out in the public could NOT show my face.  Jay agreed, and we started
slowly building a collection of pics for sale.  At this point, I was unsure
about selling videos, but we did buy a few blank tapes and take some
footage of me naked, masturbating, stuff like that.  Jay eventually ended
up going to the roadside park every day (or night)--not for sex, but to
barter.  Pretty soon, he said, everybody out there knew where to find him,
what he offered, yada yada yada.  Without my ever even being there, I'd
become something of a celebrity!  Jay said the guys were just begging for
more.  They wanted to see me take a load to the mouth, they wanted him to
get a picture of my nutsack, they wanted me to spread my ass and show my
hole...just all kinds of requests.

And the money was rolling in.  We started strong, making a hundred bucks or
so the first week, and then double that the second.  It was amazing,
really.  I didn't (and don't) see myself as anything special to look at,
but god, these men wanted my pictures, and they were already asking about
video tapes.  We could have probably gone on to make a fortune like that,
but fate had other ideas.

I keep going back to this point, but before continuing the story I want to
reinforce this: I was not being taken advantage of.  Yes, I was young, and
yes, technically I wasn't a legal adult to give my consent, but I'm telling
you--as certainly as I am sitting here typing this (with a rock hard cock
at the memories!) I fucking ENJOYED these experiences.  To this day, I look
back and have very, very fond memories.  Jay and I are still friends to
this day.

Anyway.

About a month into selling pictures, I okayed Jay to go ahead and sell
videotapes, too.  The number one request these men had was for my cumshots,
so lots of tapes were like 2 minutes long--I'd beat off, nut onto a black
t-shirt, and that's that.  There were a few others, but watching me cum was
apparently the high demand product.

We made quite a bit of money on the pictures and videos, but it was nickel
and dime type stuff--20 bucks here, 50 there.  It wasn't until Aaron came
to Jay with a proposition that the realities of how much we could make
really sunk in.

"I'll pay a thousand bucks for that kid in person," Aaron told Jay.  Jay
was fucking speechless.  A grand?  Fuck.

I was, likewise, speechless.  I'd never even seen a thousand dollars
before!  And by this point, I knew what was going on with my pictures and
videos, so the whole idea of the thing wasn't new or scary anymore.  I
immediately wanted to do it, but Jay was more realistic.

"Look dude," he told me, "we have to be very careful here.  First, we're
basically talking about prostitution, which is illegal itself.  Second,
you're underage.  Third, we don't know what kinds of people these are.
Fourth, I don't think they just want you to get naked and jerk off for
them--they may want you to suck them, or they may want to fuck you."

And, of course, he was right.  So we spent some time going over a plan of
action.  I'd show up at the park and get naked for X price.  I'd masturbate
for X price.  I'd cum for X price.  If a guy wanted more...then the price
rose dramatically, and the prerequisites, too.  If one of these men wanted
me to suck his cock, he'd have to either wear a condom or bring a negative
STD test result.  And if--big IF--anybody wanted to fuck me in my ass, they
were going to have to seriously pay.

Jay took the terms back to the park, and several dudes (mostly older,
Aaron's age) agreed.  Aaron himself claimed first dibs on me--he'd still
pay the thousand, even if I wasn't okay with going all the way.

I showed up the next night.

(To be continued...)