Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2019 20:56:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1 - Smile; Chapter 10 - Caught Off Guard 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 apologize for the long delay between chapters 9 and 10. For thoes who have been asking if I was planning finish the story, I am. And to that, here is the next installment, of which I hope to post a new chapter every two weeks or so, until Blake has paid his debt. Unfortunately for those who are/were fans of this story, I feel too much time has passed to try an do a quick recap of where it left off. My hope is that this new chapter will get you to want to re-read the previous chapters. As always, I love to hear your feedback, good, bad, story ideas, anything really. Just send me an email to (Tony @ tfreitas62.yahoo.com). 3, 2, 1, Smile! Chapter# 10 - Caught Off Guard You'd think after all of the times I'd been naked in front of someone over the last few months, I'd be used to it. But, as I stand here in the community college locker room, buck ass naked in front of Andrei, I find myself flushed with embarrassment. "Ok Blake, the initiation is simple. Your team speedo is waiting for you atop the 10-meter platform. Run to it, put it on, and dive in. And then you're on the team." Andrei said as I stood there with my hands covering my private parts. "Ok." I said, thinking this initiation, while embarrassing, could have been a lot worse. "Oh yeah, one more thing. You can't use the door from the locker room to the pool area. You have exit the locker room through the door we came in, leading you back outside. From there you need to find the public entrance into the pool auditorium." Andrei said with a cheeky smile. I knew the first challenge sounded too easy. Now, this was truly a challenge. Mind you, even though this was only a community college, you'd be amazed by the size of the pool complex. The facility was open all year, hosting at its three indoor olympic size pools, diving, swimming, and water polo. Being this was the first time I had ever been on this campus, I had no idea which side of the building the main entrance was on. It didn't help that Andrei, I'm now guessing purposefully, brought me in through the side door that led straight from the school parking lot into the men's locker room. My nerves had gotten to me so much, that I had forgotten I was naked. My hands absentmindedly ran through my short hair, leaving me exposed as I pondered my new predicament. I'm sure Andrei noticed both my nervousness and my twig and berries. "Don't worry, the school is pretty much empty at this time of day... Oh, except for the cheer squad that's practicing next door." Andrei said, followed by an unconvincing shrug as if it was his bad for forgetting. Hearing Andrei's words snapped me back to reality, and the realization that he was barely clothed, standing in just his speedo. That beautiful sight reminded me that I was standing in less, and that I was currently showing it off to him. Quickly placing my hands back in front of my junk, I now had something to truly worry about, as the flesh between my legs was threatening to spring into action. As embarrasing as this initiation was surely going to be, I had to get this challenge going, or it was going to get a lot worse for me. Five and half hard inches worse. As I walked to the door that would lead me out, I focused on my task at hand. Ok, all I have to do is run out of the locker room, around the building until I find the main entrance, and then up to the top of the ten-meter platform, put on my new speedo, and finally dive in. Got it. "Ready?" Andrei asked. With a nod of my head and slap of his hand on my bare ass cheek, I was off. The complex was in the shape of a large rectangle, and the door I had just exited from was on one of the short sides of the building. I hesitated for only a second, as I turned right and started running. Shit, I chose wrong. I was now on the back side of the building which had no doors to speak of, andfaced the only outdoor pool the school had. At a quick glance it looked like your typical high school pool, used mostly for practice I assumed. Not today though, of course there had to be a group of senior citizen ladies doing aqua aerobics. Their catcalls and whistling were cringe-worthy as I ran by. As expected, the other short side of the building was just another single door leading into the women's locker room. As my bare feet sprinted past, my head whipped back, hearing the words of two girls who had just exited the locker room, "Oh my God, look at his ass bounce." Upon reaching, what I would come to know as the front of the building, my embarrassment grew immensely. Standing around on one of the schools multi sport fields, some thirty yards from my naked self,was a group of college girls waiting presumably for their cheer practice to start. I'm sure I turned three shades of crimson, as I ran past the chorus of giggles and laughter. With one hand still covering my manhood, and the other gripping the door handle to the double glass door entrance, I flung myself into the building. Passing the trophy case and a couple faculty members. I finally reached the door into the pool area, which to my utter dismay, was currently holding practice for the men's water polo team. Who, apparently while treading water, still found the energy to whistle and comment as I ran by. I again whipped my head back to look at them as I heard a few utter a familiar line, "damn look at that ass move." I finally made it to the diving pool, and the stairs leading to the top of the ten-meter platform. Thankfully there was no one on the platform as I passed the five-meter landing, then the seven-and-a-half-meter landing, and finally the ten meter. I knew the whole complex was watching me, hearing the roar of random chatter now hushed to a noticeable silence. At the top, I gasped in shock, even though I had little air to give. I had been sucking air throughout, what I would call a long-distance sprint, in which I was in no way shape for. Standing there in their green swimsuits was my, hopefully, soon to be teammates, Rob, Amanda, and Andrei. Apparently this was their way to cap off my torment. Andrei was holding my prize, the reward for which I had completely embarrassed myself. Snatching the speedo from his hand, I gave up my modesty and quickly pulled the tiny suit on. "Welcome to the team. Now we dive together." Andrei said, his hand slapping me on the shoulder. He and I jumped off the front of the platform, with Amanda and Rob to each side. All of us went feet first into the pool. There was a huge mental sigh of relief as the bubbling water around me indicated an end to my initiation. When I surfaced, the hush in the building was now filled with the sound of applause, as I was congratulated by my new teammates. That evening, lying on my bed, a feeling of pride washed over me as I held up my new speedos. I giggled as I thought about what I had done to earn them. In today's world where everyone has a camera phone, I just knew someone had to have snapped my picture or worse, video taped it. So much had happened in the last seventy-two hours, that I was completely exhausted. While school and the dive team were good distractions, my mind was still replaying the weekend's events. The slow sensual sex with Jake on our first night of camping. The boys trapping me in their tent and playing that stupid game. Which even though I tried, I couldn't deny that some part of me liked it. To my run-in Saturday evening with Paul, Adam and Mark's dad. The memory of that conversation was a big part of what was making me so exhausted, as I played back every word in my head repeatedly. "I always loved that game," Paul said, from out of the darkness of night. I remember jumping and screaming like a little girl at the initial shock of hearing his words, and the feel of his hand on my shoulder. I remember feeling angry when Paul laughed, even though he quickly apologized for scaring me. Before I could even get a word out, he continued with his fondness of the game. "Tonight, was a bit different though, I mean usually the boy who's playing the captor is a willing participant, but you didn't mind, did you, Blake?" I froze that night. Scared I was in trouble, and not knowing what to say. Little did I know the hole I felt like I was standing in, was about to swallow me alive. Even sitting on my bed now, reflecting on that evening, the image of Paul's hand reaching out to my sweatshirt was in slow motion, as it seemed that night. "Of course you liked it. The proofs right here." He said, tugging on my sweatshirt inches from a globe of my splooge that hadn't yet absorbed into the cotton fabric. His words were laced with superiority and sexual undertone that left me feeling dirty. But he soon changed the subject, and his new topic of conversation was even more frightening than him jumping out of the dark. "You know, photos just don't do you justice. I didn't want to say anything earlier around the other guys, especially Jake, but as soon as I saw you this evening, I knew I knew you from somewhere. Then I watched you bend over and enter the boy's tent, and it all became clear. I've seen your photos on the web." He said. I distinctly remember my body shivering at his words. It was cold that night, but this was a different kind of chill. I'm sure even in the dim light of the moon, you could have seen my skin turn a pale white. I remember trying to speak, but still unable to find the words. Paul didn't wait, as he just kept talking. "Seeing you in the tent tonight brought back all those images of you in soccer shorts and briefs. Or my personal favorite, you're wrestling that other boy, in that... What was that, milk or pudding?" I don't know how, or why, but I do remember answering that silly question, "Pudding." Paul smiled and continued naming off almost all my photo shoots, at least the ones I knew Jake had sold. It took everything I had not to throw up that night, as I saw my world about to come crashing down around me. Especially when Paul decided to drop his biggest bombshell yet. "So, I kind of put two and two together tonight, and I'm guessing Jake is the one taking all the photos and posting them online. My guess he's paying you a pretty penny, or if he's not he should be." I knew at that moment I had to find my tongue, not for me, but for Jake. I remembered scrambling for an answer, trying to deny Jakes involvement, and stuttering quite a bit. Paul was quick again to step in, putting his hand on my shoulder in an effort to calm me down. I'll never forget how confused I felt that night listening to him trying to convince me that his point in bringing this all up was not to get anyone in trouble. He just wanted me to know how much he appreciated our work and those photos. His next words that evening damn near floored me. "I tell you now, I'd pay you quite a bit, just to get some original Blake photos. Maybe a private photo shoot just for me?" I know my look back at him that night had to be one of bewilderment. I had heard the words, but it was too much to comprehend at the moment. I do remember how dry my mouth was, and how my tongue felt like one large knot. Once again, Paul didn't wait for an answer from me. Instead, he walked up to me and handed me his business card, with a "Let me know if that opportunity interests you? I'm sure I can make it worth your while." Then he asked me to keep our conversation a secret, as he promised he would do the same, before spinning and returning to his tent. To say the next morning was awkward would be a monstrous overstatement. I woke drained from the poor sleep I had gotten that night. I remembered feeling so uncomfortable in my own skin. I couldn't stand close to Jake without worrying if I was confirming Paul's suspicions. And standing next to Paul, or any of the other dad's was clearly out. Which left me standing with the boys. The tension between us was thick like molasses. I could tell they were all worried if I was still mad, or if I had said anything to the adults. Of course, little did they know, I was too busy trying to not look at these young boys as sexual beings. But every time I saw Jordan, and his chubby squirrel cheeks, all I could think about was his tongue licking on my hard tool. The struggle between feelings of shame and arousal were leaving me with a headache. I could tell Jake had picked up on my uncomfortable state, as he taught the group basic camera skills. I assumed he believed my less than chipper attitude was due to me being tired or bored, as he kept reassuring me, we were almost done. That ride home was long, but by the end of it, Jake had me smiling again, and that kiss goodnight didn't hurt either. I couldn't tell you how many times I had replayed the weekend's events in my head, over the past twenty-four hours. In each case, as it was now, I always got stuck on Paul's final words. "I can make it worth your while". Having set my new team speedo aside, I picked up Paul's business card. I knew exactly what he wanted, as I held it in front of my face. I also knew it went against everything Jake and I had worked out. Posing for another man, especially one who wanted to see me naked, would seriously hurt my relationship with Jake if it ever got back to him. But there was just something about the whole idea of it, that wouldn't let me just pass it off as ridiculous. Lying there staring at his card, I quietly asked myself before drifting off to sleep, "How can you make it worth my while Mr. Paul Haney?" The next morning at school, word had already spread to quite a few students about a boy running around naked at the local Junior College. Not surprisingly, there was a video of it going around as well. Thankfully, it had only gone out to a few kids, and most of those I knew from the aquatic teams. And from what I saw on Lucas's phone, it was short video shot from a distance, so even my closest friends couldn't recognize my face. But it was still bad, as there was no denying the kid in the video was buck naked, as he ran frantically around the building. "You're full of it. You're telling me it wouldn't bother you AT ALL, to have to run around a building, dick swinging free, while a shit load of strangers, twenty-something-year-old girls, mind you, pointed and laughed at you?" I questioned Lucas, as we sat in Mr. Bubl's class. "That's not what I said. I said I would be totally up for that challenge. Fuck yeah it would freak me out. But come on, that's what makes it exciting, right? Tell me you weren't a bit boned up after it was done?" Lucas fired back. I didn't get a chance to answer him before class started, but the smile on my face was all the answer Lucas needed. "I knew it." He whispered as we both spun around in our desks. By the second period, I was already tired of the day, and third-period art wasn't motivating me much either. However, at one point Ms. Kleiner leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Congratulations on making the dive team. Nice video by the way." Then she winked at me and left me to suffer in my own personal embarrassment. The rest of the day took forever and a lifetime to come, and the final bell couldn't come soon enough. Jake had arranged a photo shoot for me, and I was beyond excited. With all the current happenings in my life, the idea of a simple photo shoot sounds amazing to me. However, part of my excitement was the mystery of it, as I had no idea what Jake had in store. When last I called him, all he gave me was that he thought I'd like it. With the school day done, I peddled my bike to his house as fast as I could. Jake opened the door, and two seconds later his lips were pressed against mine. "Mm, Mm, MMMM, you taste good," Jake said, breaking the kiss. "You're not so bad yourself," I responded. "So, what do you have in store for me today?" I asked. A bit anxious, like a little kid. "We'll get there. First, tell me about your dive team initiation. Did you make the team?" Jake asked as we moved into the kitchen. By now I had become such a regular at Jake's that Sam barely lifted his head from the blanket he was sleeping on in the living room. I did get a tail wag, as I passed him following Jake to the bar. "Oh My God, it was ridiculous," I said, as I straddled the bar stool. "First, they had me strip naked in the boy's locker room. And then, I had to run around the whole complex. Running past old women, college girls, and finally making it back into the building, where the freaking men's polo team was practicing. And if that wasn't bad enough, I then had to run up the stairs of the ten-meter board, where my whole team was waiting, Amanda included, just to get my team speedo. Once I had it on, we all jumped into the pool. How crazy is that?" "Hahahahaha. That sounds crazy. Of course, the video is what really makes that story even better." Jake said, laughing even harder at the bewildered look on my face. "You asshole. You already knew?" I said a bit ticked off that he made me recount the whole story when he already had seen the video. But in the end his laughter was infectious, and I too started laughing. Once Jake had regained his composure, he placed his laptop on the counter and opened it up. "Time to review your account. So we had the Jockey shoot on the bear rug, and then the nature shoot, this past weekend. Two hundred and fifty for the underwear shoot, and five hundred for the naked fern adventure. That's seven hundred and fifty dollars off your last balance." Jake said, pointing at the screen. Hudson Photography BLAKE PATTERSON CATEGORY #3 $50 Owed = $22,850 CATEGORY #2 $150 Photo Shoot #8 & 9= <-$750> CATEGORY #1 $250 Balance = $22,100 CATEGORY #0 $500 CATEGORY P# $1,000 CATEGORY X $1,500 CATEGORY XXX $2,000 "Almost under twenty thousand. That's not bad, right? I asked. "That's not bad at all. And now that your photos are out there, the demand for you has gotten crazy. Apparently, people can't get enough of that sweet booty of yours." Jake said, snapping his teeth together as if he was biting it like an animal. "What does that mean?" I asked, truly curious, but also thinking about Paul, being one of those admirers. His bearded face parted into a broad smile, as he looked down on me, "It means a chance for more money for you and I. If we're willing to be brave." Jake said. "I don't understand," I asked confused, but also concerned he knew something about Paul's request. "Well, my buyer is saying he has a lot of requests for,... nudes of you. And the prices are somewhat outrageous. But it would be a big risk for you, and me. These are private buyers, and my seller makes them agree not to post them on the web, but I have no guarantees." Jake said. "Oh, I see. And if I, I mean if we do this, how much more would I, I mean we, get?" I asked. "Well, I've been giving that a lot of thought. And since you're now one of my better selling models, and because, I'm kinda getting attached to you, I made a new category chart for you." Jake said, with a big smile. I could feel my cheeks blushing. Hearing Jake's kind words had me wanting to say yes to him without even seeing what he had put together for me. Of course, I looked, when Jake spun his laptop back to me. The screen once again showed my account, but this time there was something different. Hudson Photography BLAKE PATTERSON CATEGORY #3 $150 Owed = $22,100 CATEGORY #2 $250 Photo Shoot #10 = <-$0.00> CATEGORY #1 $500 Balance = $ CATEGORY #0 $1,500 CATEGORY #00 $2,000 CATEGORY P# $2,500 CATEGORY X $3,000 CATEGORY XXX $5,000 "Uh, wow, damn, those numbers have really gone up. And it looks like there's a new category? What's category double zero?" I asked, even though I knew it had something to do with me being naked. "Well, it's with you naked like the normal category zero, only this time Blake junior is at full attention and smiling for the camera. And it includes a few climactic shots if you know what I mean?" Jake said, with a goofy grin. "Oh, OH. Like all the way?" I said pumping my fist in the universal hand signal for jerking off. "Yeah, exactly," Jake confirmed. "Oh, and one more thing. I've decided that for every shoot that you choose to do, where its value is two thousand or more, half goes to the debt you owe, and the other half will now go into your own account. How's that sounds?" Jake asked. "Sounds great. Really great." I said, staring deeply into the monitor. The idea of jerking off while Jake photographed me scared the shit out of me, especially knowing these photos were not just for Jake. Surprisingly, with all the information I had just been given from Jake, and the unplanned meeting with Paul still giving me much concern, my brain focused on Lucas's words from school, how sometimes it's the fear of doing something that makes it so exciting. So, with no more thought, I looked at Jake with all the bravado I could muster. "Ok, let's do it." "A... do what?" Jake asked, caught off guard by my abruptness. "C c cat category double zero." I said. My bravado being short-lived, as I came off sounding like I was questioning my own choice. "Are you sure? I added that category with the intent that you might work up to it. You don't have to do it now." Jake said, placing his hand on my shoulder. Looking Jake in the eye, I took a deep breath and sat up straighter on the stool. "I know. I'm ready to take the next step if you are." I said. "Wow, ok," Jake replied, his hand sliding up to tussle my hair. "Great. So, do you have something in mind for today?" I asked, hoping to push this along before my courage decided to leave again. "Yeah, actually I do. Follow me." Jake said, as he stood up and headed out of the kitchen. I was shocked to see we were not heading to the studio, but happily surprised when I followed Jake up the stairs to the master bedroom. Upon entering the room, I saw a familiar box on the bed. "On this shoot, there's no need to shower or brush your teeth. Simply put on the items in the box and meet me in the master bath." Jake said with a large smile on his face before he continued to the master bathroom. I laughed a bit when I stopped to look at the box which was labeled #10. For someone who just minutes ago was telling me that we had a big decision to make, Jake seemed prepared for the shoot. "So, if I caught you off guard when I said yes to this new category, how is it that you're so prepared?" I asked, laughing a bit. From the bathroom, I heard Jake reply, "Being a boy scout graduate, I strongly follow the motto of always being prepared. So, I put a box in each room, just in case. And I'm glad I did." Jake said poking his head around the wall just in time to watch me open the box on his bed. "I'm glad that Amanda and the men's polo team aren't be the only ones getting to see your Blake Jr. this week." Jake said, grinning as he watched my expression from seeing what was in the box. Not much. That's what was inside the box. Just a single pair of Calvin Klein boxers. They had a solid grey waistband, with white and grey pinstriping. I smiled over my shoulder at Jake, who returned the gesture, before disappearing back into the bathroom. Without hesitating, I began stripping out of my clothes, as I heard water running.With the boxers pulled up, which came to about mid-thigh, I headed to the master bath. The bathroom was of good size, with a white marble double sink and mirror on my left. To my immediate right was another four-person shower like the one in the studio. But unlike the studio, just past the shower was a large white marble bath. Across from it was the expected commode, which Jake was sitting on, while he fidgeted with his camera. "I thought I heard the water running?" I said, feeling the cold dark grey tile floor under my bare feet. "Yep. I was getting the water warmed for the shoot." Jake said, looking up from his camera. "Damn, I could eat you up right now," Jake said, looking me up and down. "Ok," I simply replied, with a big smile. "Don't tempt me. I just might." "So, the shoot is me taking a bath?" I asked. "Yes and no. It's a bubble bath." Jake said, holding up a pink bottle of Mr. Bubble. "Cool." "For this shoot, you'll be starting from the beginning by drawing the bath and then we'll move to you entering the tub, and so on. Got it?" Jake asked. "Got it," I replied. And with that, I took the bottle of bubble bath and set it on the edge of the tub next to the chrome faucet handles. With one hand on the edge, I bent over to turn on the hot water. Click, click, click. Jake had me sit on the edge of the tub as the warm water filled it. I smiled as he took photo after photo. Once the bubbles formed a nice layer of billowy pillows Jake had me slowly slide the boxers off. Thankfully, my time spent around Jake while in the buff, helped with making the moment not seem too erotic and I was able to keep little Blake, well little Blake. Once again, Jake, had me bend over as if I was testing the water this time, only the bubbles in the tub were not the only bubbles on display. I knew Jake was getting clear shots of my bare ass, but I tried my best to focus on the moment of simply taking a bath as Jake had taught. I knew it would make for a much more natural shot. Eventually, Jake, had me get into the tub, where the bubbles were pushed up to the bottom of my nipples as I sat up. Click, click, click. From there, without getting my hair wet Jake instructed me to pretend like I was washing my body, using the bubbles like soap. He got lots of pictures of me rubbing bubbles into my hairless pits. And then picture after picture of me rubbing myself over my bare chest and abs. Eventually Jake had me lay completely back, letting the warm water come envelope almost all of my head and face, leaving just my eyes, nose and lips from being submerged. By then the bubbles had dissolved a bit, but there was still enough that when I sat back up, I had them clumped on top of my head and around my ears and chin. Click, click, click. For most of the bath my what-nots were covered by the thick suds, but as the bath went on more and more of me was shining through. Jake had me run my wet, soap-free hands over my face and through my short wet hair, as he clicked off a few more shots. "Ready to have some fun?" He asked. I nodded my head, knowing full well where this shoot was going next. Jake handed me a bar of soap with a smile and a rolled towel for the back of my head. "I'm sure you know what to do next. Just take it slow, I don't have the action lens on." Jake said, chuckling at his own humor. I ignored him and took the soap into my right hand, placing the towel on the edge of the tub behind me. After getting the bar wet, I rubbed it into the palm of my hand a few times before setting it on the edge and settling back into the towel. Grabbing what little bubbles were still floating in the tub, I now knew I had the perfect cock stroking hand. I put my feet on the bottom of the tub and brought my knees up out of the water. This move put my cock and bit of the hairless skin around it above the water line. With my left forearm on the edge of the tub, my sudsy right hand took hold of my quickly chubbing flesh tube. Click, click, click. For a second, I closed my eyes and slowly started stroking my now pulsing meat. My hand teasingly stroked up to the flared ridge, with my thumb gently rubbing the soap into its sensitive skin. Without thinking I let out a soft moan of pleasure as I pumped my now rigid tool. Click, click, click. "Perfect, just perfect," Jake mumbled from behind the lens. The last time I had measured my cock it was during the summer of my thirteenth year when it measured just under five and a half inches. For some reason, sitting there in that tub, slowly stroking my flesh, it felt larger than it ever had. The feeling was too good not to get my left hand into the action. Letting my arm fall from the edge of the tub, my fingers gently glided under the water ever so lightly tickling the sensitive skin of my balls. The new sensation instantly curled my toes and drew from my mouth my loudest moan yet. "Are you close?" Jake asked, getting down on one knee just feet away from the money shot. "Yhuh, yeah, yes, mmmmmm." I moaned. Even with my eyes open, I was so transfixed on the moment, that everything around me was a blur, including Jake and his camera. "Oh, oh, oh, fffuuuccckkk, Oh Shit!" Came the words from my pursed lips, as the first thick shot of cum raced up my shaft and fired over my flexed abs, before splashing across my chest. After the first initial shots hit my upper chest, the remaining landed lower on my stomach where they were quickly whisked away by the slow oscillating motion of the bath water. I had been in the tub now for over an hour, and any warmth in the water was long gone. Sitting there, trying to catch my breath, hand still wrapped around my spent tool, squeezing the final drops of cum from the purple tip, I smiled as Jake took the final pictures of the shoot. Standing, Jake turned and set his camera on the vanity counter before spinning back toward me, his hands frantically fumbling with the button on his jeans, as we worked to fish his monster cock out. With his hard cock now free, I sat up as he walked forward feeding it into my hungry lips. You could hear the water splashing against the porcelain tub, as I maneuvered to my knees. With his right hand on the tile wall for support, his left griped my damp blond hair as he pumped his snake in and out of my mouth and throat. I gagged a couple times, even though I had become quite accustomed to his large girth. For Jake's part, he apologized every time he pushed it too far, but he never stopped. The photo shoot must have made him super horny, as it was the fastest to date I had ever made him cum. With a few oh God's, and Holy fuck's, Jake gripped my hair tight and launched his seed into my stomach. "Fuck, huh, fuck. Sorry, huh, sorry. Damn." Jake said as he tried to catch his breath. Standing up, I was dripping wet from the waist down, as Jake leaned in and tongued the remaining cum off my chest. If I didn't need to be home soon, I'm sure Jake and I would have fucked on his bed. But as it was, I dried myself off, while Jake and I reviewed the photos on his camera. Before I left, Jake handed me a credit card with my name on it. He informed me this was attached to an account that he had opened for me and that he already put five hundred dollars into the account to get it opened. With this recent shoot, he said he would add another five hundred to pay me the thousand he promised. Jake clearly warned me of the responsibilities that came with the card, and how much trouble it could cause if I was caught miss using it. I heard what he was saying, but my eyes were clouded with images of dollar signs. On my bicycle ride home, my head was flooded with images of the shoot and Jakes huge cock. I couldn't help thinking about how good it would have felt to have his dick in my ass. But there just wasn't time. I was thrilled with how the photos came out, especially the last shots with the cum on my glistening wet chest. And I was really happy with Jake's new program, and the added money plan for me. It wasn't like I was in direr need for it. At fourteen, my mom pretty much covered all my costs, but for some reason now that I had some money, I had to have more. Of course, that led my thoughts to only one place. An action I knew I couldn't do, and yet the idea of it was something I just couldn't shake. Performing a solo shoot for Mr. Haney. My love for Jake and the risk it presented was far too great. But that almost made it worse, it made it forbidden, which made it desirable, and probably why I couldn't stop thinking about it. And why my cock was rock hard again by the time I made it home. Unfortunately, the amount of homework I had kept me from taking care of business that evening. And as morning came, my horny condition only worsened. I awoke late for school and had no time to handle my morning wood. In the first period, the situation only got worse. First Lucas came in wearing tight black skinny jeans, that showed off his nice ass and legs. And then for some reason, the girl who sat in front of me was having all sorts of problems, and as Mr. Bubl assisted her, his bubble butt was right in my face. In the second period, the class was so boring, all I could think about was sex. In art class, we were working on layering colors. And of course, Ms. Kleiner thought it would be fun if we worked with body paint, as each student painted their hand and forearm. I, of course, was mentally transported back to our session and that glorious blow job. At lunch, I was luckily distracted from all the sexual tension by a call from one of my friends in Seattle. My close friend Steve's birthday was coming up, and we had long since planned on me making the trip back to celebrate it with him. However, after hanging up with Steve, my sexual tension sprung back up. As I couldn't help but stare at every guy's ass who walked by. By fifth period PE, my cock was throbbing, and if Lucas looked hot in his skinny jeans, watching him shimmy out of them to be left standing in just a pair of red boxer briefs was killing me. How I made it through the rest of school was beyond me. On the ride over to dive practice in Andrei's car, we talked about the silly initiation video, and if I was ok with it. That conversation was a good distraction from my constant hard-on, but soon enough we were at the center, and it was time for practice. I had met the coach only once before when I officially signed up for the dive team. Making today the first true practice, and the coach was all business. I grabbed glances of Andrei every chance I could, but we were so busy that my lower extremity stayed in check. However, after practice, my horniness came back with a vengeance as I followed Andrei and Rob over to the showers. At least these showers were semi-private, with each person getting their own shower head and two side walls. Rob took the stall across from me, and while I focused on simply showering, there was a point I turned to wash off my back and I had straight shot of his naked body. Rob was a junior and probably stood just under six feet tall. He had the typical divers' body, where it was lean and muscular. At the current moment, his back was to me, and all I could see was his freckled white ass. Rob being a redhead, had short hair and the common freckled skin. His ass cheeks were petite and blended smoothly into his thighs. I wasn't at all attracted to Rob, but a naked ass is a naked ass, and my cock was starting to chub. Of course, one of the reasons I wasn't attracted to Rob was the fact that he was straight. He made that abundantly clear to me from our first meeting, where he proceeded to tell me on multiple occasions that he and Amanda were dating. It was almost like he was warning me to stay away from her. Had he known my true sexual preference, he probably wouldn't have tried so hard to scare me off. But then again, if he knew that I was gay, he wouldn't be flaunting his ass in front of me, like he was now. I exited the shower first, to try and avoid either of the boys seeing my semi-aroused state. Quickly stuffing my cock into my briefs, I was happy the day was over, and I could get home and relieve this built up sexual tension. It wasn't until Lucas came bounding into the locker room that I remembered we had planned on going to the mall. The plan was Lucas would have his brother drop him off at the college and then we would walk over to the mall after my practice ended. My mom would come and pick us up when we were done shopping. "You about ready to goooooo?" Lucas asked. His question drifting off as if he was distracted by something. I spun around on the bench I was seated, to see a naked Andrei walking from the shower area towards us. His cock was swinging free, with his towel draped over his shoulder. For someone who seemed so shy, he had little reservations when walking around the locker room. And for good reasons. His cock was uncut and hung a good four to five inches in length. His ball sack was nice and smooth and the hair above his cock was trimmed and shaped. I glanced quickly, only to see what had gotten to Lucas, but once I saw, I quickly spun back around to make sure I wasn't caught being pervy. Lucas, on the other hand, seemed to be caught in a trance, and couldn't look away. "Hi Lucas," Andrei said as he smiled and walked past him to his locker. "Hey." Was apparently all Lucas could come up with. "Dude," I whispered so only Lucas could hear me. Once I had his attention, I quietly informed him he was drooling. Of course, I wasn't really any better, as I was trying to steal peeks as well. Saying goodbye to my teammates, Lucas and I headed over to the mall, which was only a couple blocks away. And that was a good thing, as the late fall weather was getting chilly. Both of us starving, we stopped by the hot dog on a stick kiosk and grabbed something to eat. We spent the next fifteen minutes unmercifully making fun of the poor girl who served us. You can't stick someone into those god awful outfits, and not expect other people, well, teens especially, to make fun of them. At least we had the decency to do it from a distance. After our meal, we headed to a clothing store. Lucas needed a new sweatshirt, and I needed a new pair of jeans. It only took Lucas a second to find what he was looking for before we headed to the pants section. While I was looking at jeans, Lucas ventured over to the underwear aisle. "Hey dude, what do you think about these?" Lucas said, holding up a pair of boxer briefs. They were black, cut short in the leg, and made of a mesh material. Even from where I was standing, I could clearly see they were designed to be see through. "Are those for men?" I asked as they almost had lingerie look to them. "They were in the men's section." He replied, looking around to confirm he wasn't missing something. "Nice. Nicer if I got to see you in them." I said, looking around to make sure only his ears heard. His response made my balls ache. "Sweet. I'll meet you in the dressing room." He said, passing me by with is newfound underwear in hand. I looked around again, but being a school night, there were only a handful of people milling around. I abandoned my search for jeans and followed Lucas into the dressing room. It was a small area, with only two normal size dressing rooms and one large handicap stall. I could see Lucas's bare feet below the short walls of the handicap stall, as I walked up and pushed on the door. Shockingly the door was locked, as I again looked over my shoulder to make sure we were alone. "Lucas, it's me. Let me in." "Just a second," Lucas said in an exaggerated girly voice, that made me chuckle. When I heard the latch retract, I quickly pushed the door open and slipped in. Re-locking the stall door I turned to see Lucas standing there in only his new pair of briefs. He had his hands on his hips and was looking at me with a what do you think pose. The black mesh snuggled his cock and balls in a manner to which I could see them perfectly, including the bald pubic area above his dick. Without saying a word, I used my hand gesturing to Lucas to spin around so I could see his backside. My God, he looked smoking hot, with the mesh fabric lifting each of his cheeks so perfectly. That was it, twenty-four hours of horny teenage lust with no outlet had finally made me snap. My aching blue balls and Lucas's tight little ass was all I could take. I covered the short distance between us, grabbing him in surprise, my lips landing on his neck, sucking on his skin like a vampire. My hands started on his nipples and quickly slid down his smooth flesh until the tips of my fingers wiggled their way under the waistband of his new briefs. "OH! Ok then. Um, yeah, oh, mmmmm. "Damn, these briefs work well." Lucas quietly moaned as my hands work over his cock and balls. Being that this was a handicap stall, the bench in the room was wider than normal and surrounded by chrome support bars. I gently led Lucas forward so that his knees landed on the cushioned bench, his hands landing on the support rails. I flared my forearms out, stretching the fabric on the briefs and forcing them down to about mid-thigh. Sliding my hands to his hips, I bent forward and attacked his hole with my tongue in a lustful rage. My aggression was savage. My animalistic actions were clearly surprising to Lucas, as he kept stuttering my name, but not once did he call for me to stop. With a good amount of spit dripping from his hole, I stood up and reached for my wallet, pulling out the purple lifestyle ultra-lubricated condom. I mouthed a quiet thank you to my high schools' open-minded state, and the bowl of free condoms they made available to everyone in the nurses' office. Placing the condom package in my mouth, I shoved my pants and briefs down my legs. Ripping open the package, I unrolled the greasy latex down my hard shaft before shuffling forward. The whole process took all of twenty seconds, and by the time Lucas had looked over his shoulder to see what I was doing, I was already placing the tip of my cock at his entrance. "Oh fuck. Are we really doing this here? Oh damn." Lucas moaned as the tip of my cock pushed into him. Of course, if he had told me to stop, I would have, I wasn't that far gone. But I was on a mission, and I needed this badly. The best I could do to spare Lucas the pain of a quick penetration with the full length of my cock was working it in using short little jabs, sinking more of me into him with each thrust. By the fifth or sixth thrust of my cock, I was in all the way, and my strokes were lengthening. "Uhhhh, mmmm, ffffuuuuuckkkk, mmmm, yeeessssss," I whispered through a clenched jaw. "Oh shit Blake, oh Blake, mmmm, oh God, uhhhh, oh man." Lucas moaned back. I would pick up speed until you could hear my sack full of boiling sperm slapping against Lucas's bare skin, and then I would slow down so that we were quiet again, only to ramp back up, repeating the process. I don't know how long it all took, but it wasn't one of my longer sessions, as all too soon I got that familiar feeling and there was no holding back. My mouth opened wide as if to allow a loud and powerful scream out, but all that came out was a silent growl. My eyes blurred as they lost focus of the room, while my fingers dug into Lucas's hips. My resulting climax launched at least seven to eight heavy loads of seed into the tip of the condom. On the last contraction of my spent rod, reality set in as to where we were. And while catching my breath I slowly pulled my withering cock from Lucas's puffy red anal lips. "Damn." Was all I could think to say. Lucas had spun around and was now sitting on the bench, the meshed briefs, price tag still attached, had slid down to around his calves. "So, I take it to you like these." He said tugging on the black fabric. "Oh yeah. Now let me finish you off and let's get out of here." I said, looking at his hard cock. Lucas just smiled and stroked his lovely cock a couple times. I was just kneeling when there was a knock on the dressing room door. "Ur-hum. I think you two are done in there." Came a very stern sounding voice. I looked up at Lucas with wide eyes for getting caught, only to see him look down at me and silently chuckle. "Ok, be right out," Lucas replied like everything was normal. Lucas quickly pulled the briefs off and got dressed as I disposed of the condom in the wastebasket there in the changing room. I quickly pulled my pants and underwear back up. Opening the door, we were confronted by a large black man, who looked to be in his early twenties. His store name tag said his name was Russell. My guess was that he was just over six foot and with his substantial belly, probably making him close to two hundred and fifty pounds. Even though he was on the heavier side, he was still dressed in today's latest fashions and was well kept. However, there was no mistaking the wrinkles on his forehead, his squinting brown eyes, and the furrowed eyebrows which he displayed showing his clear annoyance with us. "Sorry, we were just trying things on," Lucas said, as he tried in vain to step past the young man. "You two must think I'm an idiot. Like I don't know what you two were doing in there. Shit, he ain't even carrying no clothes that you were "supposedly" trying on. And ya dumb fucks left the condom wrapper on the floor." He said, pointing to the purple package near my foot. I closed my eyes for a second knowing we were busted, while silently cursing my sexual hunger. "Who do you think has to clean these dressing rooms at the end of his shift? That's right me you little ungrateful shits." He spat at us. "Sorry about that. We'll pick up anything we left behind. But you know how it is sometimes when you're a teen, you just get horny". Lucas said, hoping the truth would find us some common ground with Russell and perhaps buy us a sympathetic pass. "Oh, I damn sure know what it's like to be horny. Especially when you're listening in on what turns out to be two little hotties having a little sex romp in your dressing room." Russell said while tugging on the bulge in his dark pressed blue jeans. I was taken back by his comment, realizing he had been listening to us the whole time and wasn't sure what to say, outside of. "Sorry." Lucas took a different approach. "What can we do to make it up to you? Since we clearly created a big issue for you." He said looking straight at Russell's growing bulge and emphasizing the word big. Russell looked at Lucas for a second, before a smile crossed his lips for the first time. "You two can pick up that condom wrapper and follow me into the manager's office, where I'll decide if I should call the mall police or find some other kind of punishment for you." He said, clearly trying to gauge our reactions. Lucas was quick to respond. "Oh, I'm sure whatever punishment you have for us, will be much better than you calling the mall police. We definitely don't want that to happen." A minute later, I found myself on my knees in a small cramped office sucking on Russell's thick six-inch piece of meat. Lucas for his part, was on his knees next to me lapping and nibbling on Russell's balls. Between the two of us working over his privates, Russell only lasted a few minutes before he ended up blasting most of his load down my throat, with the rest hitting Lucas's lips and then finally into his mouth as well. We left that store, with a pair of jeans, a pair of black mesh underwear, and priceless story that none of us would soon forget. On Thursday, I worked out all the necessaries for the trip to Seattle, including letting Jake know I would not be around, and making my travel arrangements. At the end of the school day, I was swamped with homework. With my first dive meet tomorrow, and my plan to leave first thing Saturday morning for Seattle, I had promised my mom that I would get everything done tonight, and the amount of work was brutal. Friday seemed to pass in a fog, as I mentally focused on my routines for my dive meet. Our first pre-season competition was against another school that was not in our regular league, but counted towards our overall win-loss record. The high school was in a well to do area and had its own diving and swim pools. Which allowed my high school to book one bus for both the dive and swim teams. Having Lucas by my side was a huge plus, as we tried to shake off our first competition jitters. This was a huge step up for both of us from our last competitive teams. On the high school team, you competed against all grades. So, while your own personal time was tracked and recorded for your age, you were still swimming or diving against everyone there, including me having to compete against Andrei, and Lucas competing against Mike. In the end, you were competing for overall points for your school, but that didn't make it any less nerve-racking. Lucas went all out, and when I could, I cheered for him loudly. His events were the 50-meter freestyle and the 200-meter freestyle relay. He swam hard, but it still wasn't enough to truly compete against some of the senior athletes. His coach made it a point of letting them know, being the first meet, that he was proud of the team, and that there plenty of positives to work off. I was pleased with my own performance, but it was easy to see my nerves got the better of me. I kept coming out of my rotations too soon, which had me greater than vertical on most of my entries. My coach said she was pleased with my performance as well. I took 5th out of all the competitors on the 10-meter platform. I was stoked that Andrei took first, and it was well deserved as his dives were flawless. Our school squeaked out the win on points, and it made for a fun bus ride back to the school. Andrei drove us home from the meet, complimenting us on our performance. After exiting his car Andrei drove Lucas home. Dinner was lasagna, and after the competition I scarfed down my plate, along with salad and bread, choosing to even go for seconds. My mom almost had a look of fear, watching me devour her cooking. After showering, to wash off the chlorine, I found myself drained of all my energy, and fell asleep quick. In the morning, I was packed and ready for my trip up to celebrate my friends 15th birthday. It was scheduled that his Aunt and Uncle, who were also traveling up from Tacoma to Steve's birthday, would pick me up. When I was done, I would take a bus back home. It was great catching up with all my friends, and it felt so comfortable falling into my old routines. The party was a lot of fun, and being that I was spending the night, I found plenty of time alone with him. Knowing Steve was one of my closest friends, I felt safe, and emboldened in truly telling him how my life had changed in the short time I was away. I started by telling him about how I was seeing someone, and without going into details of Jake's age or looks and expressed how happy I was. I even told him about my new hobby of photography. On Sunday morning, Steve and I joined the rest of our friends again and made our way downtown for lunch. Soon after I said my goodbyes and started my short walk to the bus station. I was focused on trying to avoid all the downtown traffic, that I almost walked right past the window display. I had to do a double take, as my brain took in the sign I was reading, `Hudson Photography and Art Gallery'. The window display had two photos sitting on easels, one black and white photo of a dog that looked just like Sam as a pup, and the other an artistic photo of a woman, who recognized from Jake's dark room. Eventually, my brain put all the puzzle pieces together from what my eyes were seeing, that I suddenly found myself ecstatic to have found Jake's gallery. I was also a bit confused as to why he never told me about it. Without question, I had to go in and look. I opened the door to the sound of bells ringing, notifying of my entry. A young woman, not much older than me, came over to greet me, welcoming me into the Hudson Art Gallery. She then paused taking me in for a second, before leaving me to look around. As she headed back to her desk in the far corner of the gallery, her eyes never left me, as she told me to not hesitate to call upon her if I had any questions. I thanked her and started looking at the photos hanging on the wall. The gallery looked like an old house that had been converted, where the doors and furniture had been removed. Most of the rooms were filled with pictures of landscapes and of older models. One room had a beautiful picture of Thomas, which I stopped to drool over, with my cock chubbing at the marvel of his mocha skin. Each picture had an amount posted below it that you could buy it for. And, while I chuckled and gasped at the amount Jake was asking for most of the photos, five hundred dollars for a shirtless picture of Thomas seem more than fair. The pictures were organized by theme, so that you'd see a group of landscape shots, followed by a group of model photos, or a series of black and whites. All of Jake's photos were amazing. I truly felt proud of the man I loved, and the talent he had on display. On one of the walls, I noticed a photo of Logan. The picture had him lying belly down on a wood floor in just a pair of pajama bottoms. His knees were bent, and ankles crossed, as he played with an old looking fire engine toy. The picture was cute and innocent, and really captured the emotion shared between a boy and his toy. As I entered another room, I stopped to look upon a black and white photo of a tree I was sure I recognized. It finally hit me. It was the one from the camping trip, where Jake had me pose naked behind it. The picture was fantastic, and it brought back a fond memory of that shoot, as I smiled and moved on to the next photo. It was here that I froze in my tracks. That fond memory that had warmed my soul was literally displayed for me. I was certain the picture I was now looking at, was of me standing behind the tree. It was where my wide smile and just a portion of my bare chest showing. But as I looked closer, I could tell the boy behind the tree was not me. In the black and white photo, the boy appeared to have dark hair, which was long enough to just cover his ears, while swept up in front. He had the same pose that Jake had put me in, only this boy was quite youthful looking. From the photo, I would say he was younger than me by a couple years, but clearly, I had no idea as the boy didn't look familiar to me at all. I wasn't sure what to make of the picture, but I snapped a photo of him with my phone, which was a clear violation of the rules of the gallery, but I didn't care. I just stared at the photo on my phone as I moved along to the next room. The next photo ripped at my heart. It was of the same boy from the earlier picture, but in this one, he wasn't alone. In this picture, he was with a younger looking Jake, and the two were working on an old bicycle. It was realized it was taken in front of Jake's garage. My head felt like it was swimming in confusion, as I contemplated leaving. Subconsciously, I found myself continuing on. In the following room, my jaw hit the floor again as I was surrounded by more photos of Jake and the boy, playing all around his house. In one picture the boy was in a small bathing suit, playing in Jake's backyard. The signs hanging from the ceiling, all around the pictures, said things like `Family', `Youth', and the one that crushed me, said `Love'. And from the look on Jake's face in the photos, one I had seen before, he truly was in love. Taking in one more disbelieving look, I moved out of that area and into the final room. Truthfully, I wanted to leave, but the voice in my head said that I had to at least see if there were any more. I had made no attempted to appreciate the photos after that. I simply scanned them, moving past those not on my radar. Until I ran into another photo of the boy, shirtless and barely covered by the sheets on the bed I recognized as Jake's. He was asleep, and the title of the picture was, `beauty'. My fourteen-year-old mind was about to explode. I felt so betrayed, I thought for sure Jake had been honest with me, and that I was his first young partner. But these photos told another story, and one that made my heart break, and my eyes tear. My anger was boiling. When I turned to leave, fearful I was about to miss my bus, my world truly came to a stop. On a column all alone was a picture of me from my first shoot. Standing in just the soccer shorts, I had just dumped the water on me, and the shorts and underwear were see-through. My mouth was wide open as the cold water hit my skin. My face and the outline of my cock and balls were clear as day, with the picture titled, `Shocked'. It was the understatement of the year. "That's you, in the photo, right?" Came a quiet voice from behind me. I spun, to see the young girl who worked there. "Mr. Hudson takes the best pictures, and that one is one of my favorites." She said, playfully biting her lip, as her cheeks reddened. I was at loss for words. I did the only thing I could think of, and bolted past her and out of the gallery. I had made it about three blocks to the entrance of the bus station before I had stopped running. The now cool afternoon air and my current mix of emotions were bringing tears to my eyes. I still had a long trip home, and my anger was growing by the second. I didn't really know what to do, it was all so much to take in. As I slowly made my way through the terminal and onto the bus, I fumed at how mad I was with Jake. He had openly lied to me, and I felt so betrayed. Waiting for the bus to depart, my anger had surpassed my sadness, and with the burning in my eyes, I found myself staring at my phone. Driven by my current emotion, my finger pressed the buttons on my phone like it was trying to break them. Taking a deep breath, as I heard someone pick up, I found the words I needed. "Um, a, hi, is this Mr. Haney?"