Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2019 01:07:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1 Smile - Chapter 12 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. Please remember to support nifty, as your donations are what keep the site going. (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) I'd Love to hear your feedback. I'm running thin on future photo shoot ideas, and I'd like to add at least 7 to 8 more chapters. So, if you have something you think would be awesome for the story, please let me know. Just send me an email to; (Tony @ tfreitas62.yahoo.com). I need to send a thank you to A.B. for your wonderful editing. Without it this story doesn't read like it should. So, thank you. And, finally if the little fox in Bristol is reading this, I'd love to hear from you. 3, 2, 1, Smile! Chapter 12 – Telephoto Lens My legs wobbled as the surface below me moved. My socked feet were doing their best to keep me balanced. The loose lycra material of my white soccer shorts swayed back and forth with each awkward step. The speedo underneath the shorts did well to support the things I didn't want to move. "Oh my God Andrei, this is so much fun," I said before bouncing out to the middle of the trampoline. "I know, right?" Andrei replied. Andrei was wearing a pair of navy blue sweat pants that he'd cut short just above his knees. With every flip he did, his contorted body would give me a little glimpse of just the top of the red speedo he wore beneath. I was memorized by the contrasting dance I was witnessing. With every twist and turn, Andrei's ab muscles would flex tight, while his long hair whipped about freely. He didn't have a bubble butt like me, but, with every spring-loaded bounce, his bottom jiggled nonetheless. Not twenty feet away you could hear Amanda and Rob giggling and laughing as they shared their own trampoline. Who knew dive practice could be such fun? While practice was a blast at times, I felt awkward standing next to Andrei. I knew all these new details about him, and he had no idea. After Jake had announced that his almost stepson went by the name Andrei, I spilled the beans. I told him how Andrei was the captain of the dive team, and how he and I spoke to each other almost every day. Jake was a bit shocked but took it well. After a long talk, he said he trusted my decision as to whether or not to tell Andrei about me knowing him. We both knew I couldn't mention the complete details of the photo shoots, and clearly nothing about our relationship. Jake felt, especially after my last blowup with the photo gallery, that it would be bad to make me lie to Andrei. So, he left it up to me to decide. That was easier said than done. I thought long and hard about what, or if, I should say anything to Andrei. In the end I figured if the moment ever came where it felt right to tell him, I would. But I wasn't going to bring it up just to start a conversation. And hey, who cared if his first name was Sasha, and he used to live with the man I'm now sleeping with. I was quite content keeping that juicy gossip to myself, as I watched Andrei flip and spin with his tight ass in front of me. On Tuesday, my mom had twisted my arm hard enough to invite Lucas over for dinner. I'm pretty sure I would have rather been monkey punched in the nuts than drag poor Lucas into what I was certain to be a hellish time. Right out of the gate, the evening went awkwardly with my mom hugging Lucas as he entered the house. It only snowballed from there. For his part Lucas grinned and bared it, as my mom joyfully pried into his life. You could see him visibly shake as my mom talked about how wonderful it was to see so many heartwarming stories of kids coming out. She promised to tell no one about us, and that within our house we should always feel free to be ourselves. It did make me feel good knowing my mom was being so cool about that. But when she started on subject of sex, Lucas looked at me with a face showing sheer panic. Unfortunately, I could do nothing to stop this dreadful moment in our lives. After five minutes about safe sex and STD's, followed by her putting a warehouse size box of condoms on the table, I was asking the God above to kill me. By the look on Lucas' face, he wanted that swift death as well. The end of the night couldn't come soon enough. And in a genuine show of love and appreciation for what Lucas had endured for me, I kissed him goodnight. The next day at school, Lucas wouldn't let me hear the end of it. Or how much I owed him. Which I knew was a lot. But by lunch time I was getting a bit tired of his reminders. Looking around to make sure no one heard me, my teeth clenched as I whispered, "I got it, I owe you huge. How many times are you going to make me thank you?" I said to Lucas as we walked to the cafeteria. "I just don't want you to forget. You owe me a monstrous favor. I mean this milk doesn't come for free," Lucas replied back in a hushed voice. "What? Are you a cow now?" I asked, completely confused by his comment. I had slowed down to let Lucas enter first. He looked back over his shoulder to make eye contact with me, as he slapped his ass with his left hand, taking a hold of his cheek. "This isn't free," he said, and then he fucking mooed at me. Lucas just kept walking as he laughed all the way into the food line. I stopped in my tracks to make sure no one had seen his gesture. If they had, I wanted distance between us so they wouldn't think whatever he had just done was for me. We had quite the gang going at our little lunch table. With a bench seat on each side of the table that typically sat eight, there was Andrei, Diego, Mike, Rob, Amanda, Lucas, Josh, Alex, and me. I purposefully sat away from Lucas and somehow ended up next to Andrei, and on the bench that was overcrowded with five of us. Inevitably, the side with five had you pressed so tight together that your legs would end up touching the person next to you. On my right was Alex, and when his leg would touch mine accidently, we both followed proper protocol and quickly tried pulling away as best we could. However, when my left leg would brush against Andrei's, his leg seemed to linger, making the contact last a bit longer. I looked his way a couple times during these touches, but he was always engaged in a conversation with someone else. Everyone at the table had become friends, regardless of their respective grade level. And it did not slip my attention that out of the nine people at the table, I had slept with 3 of them multiple times. "So Freshie, Andrei says today your trying you're first handstand dive into the pool?" Diego said from across that table. Even thought there were four freshmen at the table, I was the only one he called Freshie. I nodded an affirmative, as I swallowed my mouthful of Diet Coke. Forcefully slapping his hands together, Diego made an audible noise loud enough to cut through the chatter from the cafeteria. "I hope Andrei is ready to give you mouth-to-mouth, when you smack the water," he said, laughing. The rest of the table joined in the laughter, including Andrei. Even though I was laughing too, I was flushed with embarrassment at the idea of Andrei giving me mouth-to-mouth. Thankfully, most at the table had come to know I embarrassed easy and thought nothing of my rosy red color. Unfortunately, Diego was closer to the truth than I would have liked. While I never needed life-saving resuscitation, I did smack the water a few times, knocking the breath out of me. After giving the handstand dive a good-hearted try, the coach mercifully switched me back to dives I was familiar with. The next day at lunch I was once again the butt of the joke, as I occasionally winced in pain. The rest of the day passed without much issue. Eventually, the final bell rang. Being Thursday, I typically would have headed over to Jake's to keep up with the "yard work". However, he was busy at one of his projects, which left me a bit of free time after school. I'd convinced Lucas to do his homework later and take me to the local skate park. I had heard lots of students talk about Stewart Heights Park as being the place to go for fun. But, being new to Tacoma, I had yet to make it there. It took very little begging on my part to get Lucas to come along. It was a massive city park, with three soccer fields, one baseball diamond, four tennis courts, a large water park, a play area for younger kids, and an awesome concrete skate park. Even though it was late September, Lucas and I had both shed our hoodies as we had been skating for about an hour. He was wearing his black jeans with a black Nike shirt and Vans. I was dressed similarly in blue jeans, a white plain t-shirt, and my black Puma skate shoes. At one-point Lucas headed over to a concrete bench to catch his breath and cool off. "Blake. Blake come here dude," he called, as I was just dropping into a ramp. I directed my board toward where he was sitting until I ran out of concrete. Flipping my board up into my hand, I walked over to where he was. The concrete picnic tables were sitting on grass a few yards away from the skate area and were surrounded by trees and bushes. "What's up dude?" I asked, getting closer. Lucas stood up from the table, giving me a 'follow me' gesture with his hand. "Dude, where are you leading me to?" I asked, following him to an area about forty yards from the skate park. He finally stopped behind a group of trees. It was just far enough to be secluded from the rest of the kids on the skate ramp, and those individuals out enjoying the park on this cool Thursday evening. "Dude, why did you have me come all the way out here?" I asked, looking around to see if I missed something that would have warranted me stopping the fun I'd been having. "I'm fucking horny dude, and you owe me," Lucas said. "What, like now?" I asked, as Lucas unbuttoned his jeans. "Yep," was all Lucas said as he fished his cock out with his right hand, and gently pushed down on my shoulder with his left. I knew Lucas had a thing for public exhibition, but I had my reservations about it. Having almost gotten caught naked with Jake while camping, and my more recent streaking incident at the local college, the last thing I needed was to get caught with a dick in my mouth at the local skate park. Even though I could feel my knees buckling, I still protested a bit. "Does it have to be here. We can go back to my place. I can totally suck you off in my room," I offered, just as my knees hit the ground. Lucas said just two words with his hard five-inch cock in his hand; "Open up." "Mmmmm, ooohhhh, uugggggg," I garbled around the warm, rigid flesh of his tool. "Oh, fuck yeah. God damn. Mmmmmmm," Lucas moaned in return, filling my mouth with his hard-teen prick, until his head was just pushing into my throat. "Oh, yes. Mmm, fuck yeah, suck it," he continued gripping my hair tightly as he smashed my nose into the freshly shaven skin just above his prick.I knew this was payback for the dressing room and making him sit through the horrible experience with my mom. I wasn't thrilled with where he had chosen to ask for his favor, but I was more than pleased to repay my debt. So, with his cock buried to the hilt, I proceeded to suck him off as best I could. I even reached up and gently massaged his balls with every slurping plunge I made. Lucas wasn't kidding about being horny. His balls must have been on the edge of exploding before I ever placed his dick in my mouth. Not more than five minutes must have passed before I heard him cry out. "Oh, crap, crap. Sh, shit, dude, mmmmmm, fuckkkkkkkkkkk," Lucas moaned, blasting his load past my throat and straight into the passageway leading to my belly. I would have swallowed regardless, but Lucas left me no option on the matter. As Lucas pulled his baby-making tool from my mouth, he let his mushroom tip drag over my bottom lip. It left a trail of spit and cum on my chin. I was certain my hair was a mess, with Lucas finally letting his fingers uncoil from the tight grip they had on my short blonde locks. I stood up, wiping my face as I scanned the park to make sure we were clear. The bench Lucas was sitting on, prior to leading me off behind the bushes, was now occupied by a couple of the younger boys we had been skating with earlier. Their giggling made it quite clear they knew what we were up to. Lucas turned to see what was making me so flushed and flustered. He gave a thumbs up to the smiling boys, sporting a smile of his own. "Fuck. This is so embarrassing. I can't believe they saw me sucking your dick. Thanks asshole. Now I'm going to be known as the park whore," I said, trying to clean myself up. "Don't be such a worry wart. Those boys are at least two to three years younger than us. And I know they didn't really see anything, so stop your worrying. I mean, who could they tell? Plus, it's not like we got caught fucking in a mall dressing room," Lucas said with a righteous smirk. "Touché", I said, knowing he had me there. Nevertheless, whether they knew me or not, I threw my hoodie up as we passed the boys on our way out of the park. Their open laughter had me cringing long after they were out of sight. At home, I was working on my homework when my mom knocked on my bedroom door. "Sorry honey. Do you have a second to talk?" she asked. I could tell by the speed and tone of her words; I wasn't in trouble and this wasn't an emergency. I'll never forget the way she came into my room the night she told me my grandmother had passed. I will remember her saddened face till the day I die. "What's up?" She took a deep breath and then smiled at me mischievously, "Well... you see your recent trip back home got me thinking about my friends and how much I miss them. So, I planned a trip for this weekend to go see them." "Seriously?" I said with tone to it. I was certain I knew what was coming next. Which was her informing me of the soon arrival of my Aunt and Uncle, who'd be watching me as they usually do when my mom takes vacations. My mom held up her hand as if to say stop right there and then continued talking. "Before you jump to conclusions, no Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Tim will not be coming here to watch you. It's why I've waited to the last minute to tell you about this, as I plan to head out tomorrow after work. I'm letting you stay home alone, and I hope I'm not making a big mistake with this decision." The realization of her words was starting to sink in, and the possibilities of a house to myself brought a huge smile to my face. "I waited to tell you until now so that you purposefully wouldn't have enough time to plan anything. Let me be very clear Blake Patterson; there will be absolutely no parties at this house. Understand?" she asked. "Yeah. I got it. No parties," I said, doing my best to convey to her that I understood the great responsibility of this gift I was to be given. "Now I'm not a fool Blake, so telling you to not smoke, or that you can't have Lucas over would just be a waste of our time. But, please respect this house and me, and don't blow this opportunity I'm giving you. If everything goes well, I would like to start taking trips a little farther away. I feel you're old enough to watch yourself. And I'm hoping I'm right, because it would be nice to start spending a little more time on me while I'm still somewhat young," my mom said. "I know I really messed up with the kitchen. I promise mom, nothing like that will happen again; and I totally respect what you're saying. Don't F this up; and I won't, I promise," I said, meaning every word of it. "I know the fire was an accident Blake. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't feel I could trust you. But with that said, I'm only two-hours away, and I expect a call from you every night. I'll be home Sunday morning. If you should need something that's not a 911 emergency, please call Mr. Hudson. I have already asked him to keep an eye out for calls from you while I'm gone. I figured since you have a nice working relationship with him, you'd rather call him than Aunt Rebecca," my mom said. With the mention of Jake's name, I snapped out of my waking dream of him fucking me in my bedroom and looked at her with wide eyes hoping to God she couldn't tell what I was really thinking about. Because she had planned to leave after work the next day, this was our last time to chat until she returned Sunday morning. She informed me that she had pre-made some dinners and left them in the fridge to be heated. Along with the homemade dinners there was also money on the table, if I felt like getting something delivered. She then felt the need to drag me kicking and screaming, metaphorically, into another round of safe sex talks. However, even this topic wasn't enough to ruin the potential of a free weekend alone. I was quickly back to imagining Jake and I, when she kissed my forehead goodnight. As soon as she had shut my bedroom door, I was on my phone texting Jake. He had wanted to tell me about it ever since my mother had reached out to him, but she had made it known she was waiting to the last minute to tell me, and he didn't want to ruin the surprise. We spent the next fifteen minutes making plans for him to come over. Mr. Bubl's Friday Riddle; My first is often at the front door. My second is found in the cereal family. My third is what most people want. My whole is one of the United States. What am I? Lucas and I spent all of the first period, much like many of the other students trying to solve Mr. Bubl's riddle. By the end of the class, no one had gotten it. It was always Mr. Bubl's sadistic way to let us suffer over the weekend without the answer. Then come Monday, he'd check to see who figured it out, and share the solution with the rest of the class. I think he did it on purpose just to see who was driven to solve the problem. Even with all my goings-on, I always took the time to google the riddle and find the answer. When I found this riddle's answer, I rolled my eyes, thinking it was pretty fucked up when he'd choose riddles that applied only to adults. No wonder no one in the class got it! Friday's dive meet was our first true league match, and it just so happened to be against our school's cross-town rival. We were the visiting team, which meant a short bus ride and a chance to sit and chat with Andrei, Mike, and Lucas. While the other school had their own dive platforms and Olympic pools, it was clear as soon as you saw the facility that they were in bad shape and in need of some major repairs. The pools were true outside pools; not protected by any form of structure, which meant the late September weather was left free to attack our wet, near naked bodies. Even with the slightly heated pool water, the cool afternoon air chilled your skin and bones the minute you left the waters warm embrace. For us divers, who were constantly entering and exiting the pool, it caused other issues outside of goosebumps. Our `points', if you will, up high were rock hard, especially Amanda's. Which, for even a gay boy like me, was hard not to notice. And for the boys, our points down low, had decided to retreat into the warm confines of our speedos. You could see many of the boys, me included, trying nonchalantly to adjust the front of their crotches, while they waited for their turns. My inexperience as a diver was tested by the poor equipment and environmental elements, which showed in my scores. At the end of the competition our swim team was able to pull out a victory, while the dive team suffered its first true loss of the season. Knowing how my night was about to go, and sitting next to Mike and Lucas who were amped from their win, made the loss bearable. Jake and I agreed that while it would have been nice if he could have been at the dive meet, it was probably for the best that he not come. Instead I had Andrei drop me off at home as I normally would have. I wasn't in the house but a minute before I heard the rumble of what I assumed was Jake on his Harley. He had said he was going to ride it over so he could put it in the garage to conceal his presence from snooping neighbors. We had discussed me going to his place, as it would have been safer. But, passing up the opportunity to sleep with my lover on my bed, was worth the risk for both of us. And, knowing Jake had set up another photo shoot for Sunday meant we'd end up at his house eventually, so why not try something new? I was not prepared for how hot Jake would look on his Harley. He rode in wearing a black skull cap helmet, or at least that's what I believe they're called, dark sunglasses, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black military style boots. His flowing beard, large size, and overall dark attire, had him looking very much like a bad boy. If he was trying to turn me on, he succeeded in spades. Having just got home myself, I had yet to change out of my grey sweats or the wet team speedo I had on beneath it. Speedo be damned, the site of Jake had my cock chubbing with anticipation. Watching him take off his leather jacket, revealing a tight white t-shirt underneath, had me gushing like a preteen girl meeting Brad Pit in person. "What's up little cub?" were the only words Jake could get out as I lunged in for a kiss, just as he entered the house. With his left hand quickly going to the back of my head, his right hand taking a handful of my left cheek, we proceeded to suck the air from each other's lungs. Jake and I wasted no time in starting what would be the beginning of a 2-hour long chaotic dance. Stumbling backward, I aggressively pulled my sweatshirt off, as Jake removed his shirt; both articles of clothing uncaringly discarded to the floor below. The door in and out of the garage was in the kitchen, and with a few clumsy steps backwards, and Jake re-engaging our lip lock, my ass eventually backed into one of the counters. Jake jumped on me, spinning me around, as he shoved my sweat bottoms and speedo down to my ankles. Wherever Jake wanted to lead, I was happy to follow. If he wanted my ass there in the kitchen bent over the new counters, so be it. However, he had other plans, to which I was soon made aware of. Starting with soft kisses along my neck, he moved with intention down my spine, past my waist, and right onto my love hole. I gasped as his bristly beard tickled the sides of my butt, while his warm tongue launched like a missile for my bullseye. With my chest flat on the cold tile countertop, I felt Jake's large hands slide down the back of my legs, before yanking my shoes off. With a gentle, yet persuasive grip on my ankles, Jake lifted each of my legs one at a time, removing my sweats pants and speedo for good. My white no-show socks were the only thing left on me, and I never gave a second thought of removing them as Jake returned to rimming my hole. I was moaning like a slut in a porno. Jake stood, his tongue dragging across my skin from the top of my ass back up to my neck. "Take my boots off," he whispered in my ear. I spun from the counter and dropped to my knees almost in one motion. It took a bit to peel them and his socks from his feet, but since I was there, I couldn't help myself from sucking on his big toe. Off balance, it was Jake's turn to fall back onto the counter. The ripe smell of his feet just added fuel to an already smoldering fire. I went from sucking on his toes to dragging my bottom teeth across the sole of his foot. "Fuuuckkk. You're such a fuckin tease. Mmmm, such a dirty little cub. Oh man, yeah suck that toe you little tramp," Jake said. I loved it when my pleasuring of Jake drove him to talk dirty to me. It never felt like an act or him role playing. This was him, deep down, a true sex animal and I was waking the primordial beast. Jake grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. It hurt a bit, but I loved it nonetheless, as his tongue lashed out at my wet lips, pushing itself inside my mouth. Our dance then moved to the living room, where Jake shed his jeans and underwear. If there was music to be played during our erotic two-step, it certainly wouldn't have been a love ballet. No country music or rap was going to match our passion and aggression. No, only metal music could have kept up with the carnage we were creating. Somehow in our movements my back ended up on the couch, my legs wrapped around his hips, while Jake's tongue tried to invade my throat. Almost without effort, Jake stood, picking me up, as my hands gripped the back of his stout neck for support. Not once did our kiss break, as his carried me down the hall, knocking lamps and chairs over as we went. Neither of us cared that Jake had carried me into my mothers' room. I was thrown onto the bed with him falling onto me. We rolled around like this for several minutes chewing on each other's flesh, until our desire got the best of us and we needed that final release. Jake pushed back off the mattress, resting on the palms of his hands. "I need lube," he said through deep breaths. While I hated stopping our ravenous sexcapade, I knew it was in my best interest to run and find Jake lube. Like a cartoon, where the character's feet spin out like tires of car, my socked feet slipped on the hardwood flooring in my mother's room as I attempted to sprint to mine. I was so focused on getting the lube that I missed Jake following behind me. Reaching into my sock drawer I grabbed the bottle of KY and held it up like I had found the Holy Grail. I turned to run back and spun right into Jake's chest. Without hesitation, Jake took the lube and pushed me to my bed. Next to Jake's large stature, everything in my room looked small, especially my twin mattress. But it did nothing to slow our fevered pitch. With Jake's tool nicely coated in lubricant, his purple-headed monster speared into my longing hole. "Jesus Jake, oh man, aaahhhhh, oh Jesus, Jesus," I whimpered loving every bit of the pain. Jake and I `wrestled' for a good fifteen minutes until we both nutted. Me all over my bed, and Jake so deep into my guts that my stomach gurgled. By Saturday morning we had fucked two more times, once on the kitchen table, and once eventually back on my mom's bed in a wild scene. Jake had found in my closet an old cowboy hat and boots from a past Halloween costume. He begged me to wear just those two items, which I did on one condition. Remembering the game the boys had played with me in the tent, I found an old summer dress in my mom's closet and had him put it on. He laughed the whole time, as I tied his wrists and ankles together and declared him the damsel in distress. He wasn't laughing for long, as I proceeded to edge him on with my tongue, much like the boys had done to me, for the next twenty minutes. I spared him the torture by finally jumping on his cock and riding him like the cowboy I was. Eventually Jake had to head home and prepare for the shoot on Sunday. He said the set up would take him a considerable amount of time. I asked if he needed assistance, and he said I had my own preparation to do. He then proceeded to pull from his wallet a business card to a salon located in the mall. "Your appointment is at 2 pm. Completely paid for. Just show up," Jake said, kissing the top of my head before heading out. I had some time before my appointment, so I dove into the cleanup of the destruction Jake and I had created throughout the house. I was laughing as I retraced our steps. Picking up picture frames off the floor in the hallway, that at one time hung on the wall. Remembering how my back slammed nto them while Jake was carrying me to my mom's bedroom. The mall was too far to skateboard to, so I opted for my bike. Having locked it up, I headed in, searching out the salon. On the outside window to Willow's Hair and Salon was a list of their services. I took note that this was a full salon, offering haircuts, blowouts, nails, waxings, and facials. I walked in, wondering what Jake had in store for me. Once inside I began giggling instantly. I couldn't see his face, as it was buried in a magazine, but I could recognize Lucas' skater shoes anywhere. Upon hearing my laughter, he looked up from the magazine and started chuckling while I took a seat next to him. We spoke about how Jake had set this all up, making the obvious conclusion that we were to share another photo shoot together. Soon after, we were both taken into the back, where we were separated for our haircuts, only to come back together for our mani-pedis. Neither Lucas or I had ever had a manicure or pedicure before. But it was amazing and felt so natural. With our fresh cuts and revived fingers and toes, Lucas and I grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading out. I wanted so bad to have him over, since I still had the house to myself, but we both knew Sunday would be here soon enough, and we each a pile of homework to get to. That evening, after my homework was complete, I did what any red-blooded gay teen would do with a house to himself. I cuddled up on the couch and started a Zac Efron movie marathon on Netflix. I started with Neighbors 1 & 2, followed by Baywatch, which had me nice and hard from seeing his tanned chest and muscled body. I intended to watch just one more before running to my room with the fresh thoughts of him shirtless on my mind as fuel for pulling my pud. However, fifteen minutes into Charlie St. Cloud, my pud was soft and my eyes were watering. I went to bed, thinking how good Zac Efron was as an actor, and that if I got the chance, I'd like to try sailing. I completely forgot the second part of Netflix and chill. On Sunday morning I did a final once over of the house before heading out to Jake's. I had left a note for my mother letting her know where I was, as I'd be gone when you she got home. I was greeted by Sam as I entered Jake's house. A quick pat on his head and a rub of his chest was enough to appease him, as he trotted back to his dog bed in the living room. There was no need to announce myself, I knew where everyone was. Heading to the studio room, I saw Lucas was already standing by Jake, wrapped in just a towel. As I got closer, my focus left the nearly naked Lucas and took in Jake's handy work. It was more than obvious that Jake wasn't kidding about needing time to set up for our shoot. The same bed and furniture from the last shoot were still set up just in front of the green screen. Only this time plain white sheets and pillows adorned the bed, and the room was void of all superhero items, having been replaced with things found in a typical teen boy's room. The bedroom furniture was not what drew your attention. What caught your eye immediately were the six windows Jake had hung from the scaffolding structure he had set up all around the bed. Each window was white with four panes and strapped at each corner to the scaffolding above and below. The windows were hung at varying heights, and in front of each window was a camera on a tripod. Also hanging from the upper scaffolding were stage lights, which were shining directly on the bed. "Damn. How long did it take you to set this up?" I asked, marveled by it all. "Most of the evening," Jake said, pointing at empty cans of RedBull, and what was left of a vodka bottle, sitting on the floor by his cart. "Go shower, while I go over things with Lucas. Take time to shave, and really get your hair just right before you come out, okay?" Jake said, before returning to his laptop with Lucas. I ran through my typical procedure, shaving, showering, and brushing my teeth. At the salon, I had them buzz my sides and the back top of my head as I normally do. I left the front top about three inches in length so I could style it. Today I'd be using the mousse Jake had left for us. On the floor of the bathroom was a pair of cheap flip flops, which I slipped on. When I felt my hair was as good as I could get it, I left the bathroom and headed over to the privacy screen. Sitting on the table was my box. This was my 11th photo shoot, and the contents of the box were somewhat conservative for such an elaborate stage. A solid white t-shirt, new blue jeans, and a pair of white Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs. There was no doubt Jake was a smart man. I knew from all the shoots we had done he knew my waist size. So, when I realized the briefs Jake had gotten me were a size too small, as I pulled them with effort over my thighs, I smiled knowing instantly he had done this on purpose. Much like the speedos I had become accustom to wearing in these last few weeks, these briefs left little to the imagination. My soft three-inch dick and accompanying ball sack were nestled snuggly in the tight-fitting cotton pouch. The jeans and shirt were sized perfectly. Once dressed, I headed over to the shoot. I saw Jake putting Lucas in various spots, testing the lighting and the lenses on the cameras. Lucas had shucked the towel and was now sporting a very similar outfit to mine. He had on a solid burgundy shirt, black jeans, and accompanying cheap flip flops. "Perfect. You two look amazing," Jake said, eyeing us both. "Okay boys. If we do this right, I think today's shoot will come out pretty damn amazing. Just from the few test shots I took with Lucas, it's already fucking cool." Jake continued as Lucas and I took in the complexity of the set he'd created. "What makes porn so addicting? Why do millions of people of all ages, sex and race, spend hours upon hours looking at it? Simple. Because it removes all emotion except pure joy and excitement. There's no fear of judgment or rejection. No need for commitment, or labels. Just you and your kinky desires," Jake said, as he made eye contact with us both. His talk of porn had me chubbing in my tight briefs while he continued with his talk. "And what's the most intoxicating form of porn I ask you? Watching two young lovers innocently exploring each other's bodies, when they have no idea they're being watched. It's voyeurism at its finest. And that's what we're going to try and capture today," Jake said, pointing at all the windows. Lucas and I looked at each other and smiled knowing we were to play the two young lovers. "Unfortunately to pull this off, it means a lot of moving around to different cameras; all while you two are holding your positions until I get that perfect shot. It's why I picked you both. To make this seem real, you're going to need to go to a place where all you're focusing on is one another. You'll have to find a way to listen to me, but at the same time put yourselves into that room. You need to make believe it's one of your rooms, and you two are about to make love for the first time," Jake said putting a hand on each of our shoulders. I looked into Lucas' hazel colored eyes as he looked into mine. It wasn't that loving connection I felt with Jake, but there was passion there for sure. Our lips curled into simultaneous smiles, and we both knew we could pull this off. "We got this," I said to Jake, while still looking at Lucas. "Money in the bank," Lucas said, holding my gaze. "Great. Let's get to it. Both of you kick off those silly flip flops, and Lucas let's have you sitting on the bed pretending to read a book," Jake said, as he motioned with his hands for me to stand off to the side. Lucas took his spot while Jake got behind one of his cameras. Click, click, click. As Jake worked the camera, I took the time to take in Lucas. His blonde locks with natural brunet high lights looked amazing under the glow of the stage lights. His hair was cut a bit longer than mine on top. Normally he'd let the four to five inches of wavy mop fall where it may, usually covering his forehead. Today, however, with the mousse Jake provided, he had it lifted in front and combed to the left. His sides, while not buzzed like mine were still shorter than the top, tapering down to just above his ears. Even though it was fall and the weather was cooling, Lucas' time outside for swimming had given his skin a light golden color. "Okay Lucas, go ahead and put the book down and stand up. Blake, please go stand next to him like he just invited you into his room," Jake instructed, as he jumped to another camera. I walked up to Lucas and stood just inches from him. I peered into his eyes again and was quickly lost in his beauty. Without instruction from Jake, I took Lucas' hands into mine, with our arms still draped down in front of us. Had you stood a foot away from him you would have sworn his face was blemish free. I, mere inches from it, could see the accumulation of fourteen years of life. His otherwise perfect skin was dotted ever so slightly with past pimple marks and the tiniest of freckles. The gentle taper of his cheeks and their rosy red color added to his youthful appearance. His slim nose and dark brown eyebrows gave structure to his otherwise soft and rounded face. "Go ahead and kiss, but hold it until I say stop," Jake whispered behind us. I took a long look at Lucas' perfect pink, plump lips. He moved in about three quarters of the way and closed the distance. My nostrils flared, taking in the minty scent of toothpaste as we came together. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I felt the wetness of his freshly licked lips, and the warm air from his lungs as he exhaled through his nose. It was the longest kiss I had ever had that didn't involve the tongue. Continuing to move us along, Jake gave his next request. "Lucas, please place your hands into the back pocket of Blake's jeans; at the same time start to nibble on his left ear." Again, it was like everything was moving at half speed. Lucas didn't just let go of me and shove his hands into my jean pockets. No, there was a gentle release of our grip, as his fingers traced the undulating wrinkles of my palms. His hands then went to my hips; from where they began a slow trek across the small of my back, over the waist band of my jeans, and down each of my ass cheeks, until they came to a stop inside my back pockets. Simultaneously, as he moved his hands, his lips slowly departed from mine. Dragging them over my cheek to my ear lobe where his mouth opened, his upper and lower teeth pinched the loose flesh of my lobe. I drew in a breath, the muscles and tendons in my calves and feet tightened and my cock twitched at the new sensation. With his mouth so close to my ear, I could hear his breathing. "Blake, slowly start to open Lucas' pants," Jake said. His movement behind me was a blur in my peripheral vision. The knuckle of my left index finger traced along Lucas' bare belly as I lifted the lower portion of his shirt. My right hand went to the top of his jeans just above the button holding them together. Letting go of his shirt, my left hand went down and started the process of twisting and pushing the little metal tab until it popped free and his jeans were open. "Oh, mmmmm, oh man," I hissed as Lucas' tongue moved its way into my ear. "Alright guys; one at a time remove each other's shirts," Jake directed us. Letting go of Lucas' jeans, my hands went back to his shirt. Being unbuttoned, his jeans slid down about three inches, coming to a stop on his hips, exposing the top band of his boxer briefs. Unlike mine, his briefs were grey with a black waist band. I moved ever so slowly, exposing his stomach one inch at a time. My eyes were focused on his lightly tanned skin. The soft but defined ab muscles were accentuated by the shadows cast from the bright stage lights. His skin was so tight, I could see the glimpse of a vein starting an inch from his innie belly button and running diagonally toward his hip before disappearing into the waist band of his boxers. Eventually, I had his whole abdomen exposed, and the beginning of his chest. His areolas were nickel sized, and just a tad pinker than the rest of him. The nipples were light in color and stood out in contrast. I could tell they were hard, and I wanted nothing more than to suckle on them. As Lucas raised his hands to assist in the removal of his shirt, I pressed my lips to his right tit. He cooed, while his world went dark with the shirt completely encapsulating his head. With a quick tug, the neck opening released from his chin and slipped past his tiny ears and off. I was so drawn to Lucas' bare flesh; I didn't care to pull the shirt the rest of the way off his arms. With them trapped by his shirt above his head I moved my left hand to the small of his back. My right hand slid down his arm to the back of his shoulder. My tongue worked over his nipple until the rigid flesh gave under the constant warmth of my taste buds. The typical clicking of Jake's camera was masked by the hanging windows, and my sole concentration was fixed on the naked flesh in front of me. Lucas dropped his arms around my head, which were still trapped by his shirt. With his hands landing on my back, he raked his nails up my flesh as I kissed my way over to his left nipple. While his fingernails dug gently into my skin, he collected my shirt in the palms of his hands and pulled it up. Pulling his nipple from my mouth, Lucas stepped back and removed my shirt completely. With a couple of shakes of his arms, his shirt joined mine on the tile floor. "As long as you continue to move at this pace boys, feel free to do what comes natural to you. I'll stop you if I think it's warranted. Oh, and boys, this is fucking hot," Jake said. I was already lost in the moment, that I only heard one word... free. I stepped up to Lucas, my innocent bashful ways gone; my lustful hunger for him having taken over. I could see in his eyes he felt the same. Our lips smashed back together as we kissed longingly. Our tongues battling for space in each other's mouths. Like I had done to him, Lucas' hands slid down and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling the zipper down as well. My jeans had slipped down to the tops of my thighs on their own, but Lucas was determined to get them off all the way. Moving his kiss to my chin, he then worked his way to my neck. Running his lips over my collar bone he proceeded further down leaving the lightest of kisses in the valley of my chest. He stopped his descent briefly to examine the inner sanctum of my belly button with the tip of his tongue. I was glad I had paid attention to that area while in the shower. Knowing it was clean allowed me to focus on the sensation his tongue was giving me, which was oddly pleasing. However, it was short lived. Lucas continued his trek south, dropping to his knees while pushing my jeans to the floor. I lifted my bare feet so he could remove them completely, as his mouth blew warm air over my cotton covered cock. My cock, trapped in the boxer briefs, was as hard as it had ever been, twitching and leaking precum into the cotton fabric. A noticeable wet spot was forming around the tip of my cock. I had no idea whether Jake was able to capture it with his camera before Lucas took the entire mushroom head, underwear and all into his mouth. If I was wet before, I was soaking in warm saliva now. "Oh my God, Lucas," I moaned. My eye lids and hands clenched tight from the wonderful feeling he was bringing me. Having been less than twenty four hours since my sex romp with Jake, my urge to cum was easier to keep at bay, but not if Lucas kept up his wonderful ways. While on his knees, Lucas shuffled the remaining way out of his jeans, leaving both of us in just our briefs. With his hands on my thighs, he directed me backwards toward the bed, where my butt hit the mattress. Lucas then stood up, holding my ankles in each hand, forcing me to fall back onto the soft white comforter. I thought for sure he was going to step in between my legs and continue his oral assault on my dripping prick. Instead, Lucas leaned in and kissed my inner right thigh, letting my left leg fall, gently on the mattress. His kisses led up my leg, passed my knee, over my calf, and finally stopped at my ankle. Standing up, his hand still cradling my foot, Lucas looked at it and then me, before smiling the sweetest devilish smile I had ever seen. Like a bee to a Spring flower full of pollen, he dove in excitedly. With my freshly pedicured big toe on the edge of his lips, he let his lower teeth drag up the bottom of the ticklish flesh. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together tightly and slid my toe into his mouth. The erotic display mimicked that of an anal deflowering, almost as if my big toe had taken his mouth's virginity. The sensation was not too far off either, as he sucked on my large digit. Lucas spent at least five minutes sucking and licking my foot, as I twisted and turned in pleasure on the sheets. His efforts on my foot were having an effect on him as well, the evidence clear with the bulge in his briefs. After feeling as though he spent enough time teasing me through my foot, he finally stepped between my legs. His wicked smile returning, he hooked his fingers in my boxer's waist band, slowly pulling them off. My rigid member sprung to life, now free of its tight confines, which were added to the pile of clothes on the floor. With his hands under my rump, Lucas assisted me in scooting back on the bed, so my calves were no longer dangling off the side. As Lucas moved to get on the bed with me, I took the break in action to look for Jake. I could just make out his body through the window hanging closest to the foot of the bed. With that camera angle he now had a perfect shot of my naked crotch; that was until Lucas moved between my legs on the bed, making his Fruit of the Loom covered ass the focus of the lens. It felt like an eternity watching my friend's pale hand slowly reach out for my tool. In the corner of my eye, I caught Jake moving to another camera. By the time my focus came back to Lucas, his right hand had gripped my rod just below the ridge. His thumb covered the piss slit, slowly beginning to work the natural lubricating fluid all over the spongy head. With his index finger on his left hand, he began tracing over each vein running up my shaft that was engorged with blood. Once Lucas had traced over every inch of my cock and balls with just the tip of his finger, he looked up at me from between my legs. I believe Lucas saw the pleading in my light blue eyes and moved his lips ever so close to my cock. Scooting back, so that he was lying on his belly between my legs, he planted the gentlest kiss onto my smooth sack. "Ohh, mmmm, oh yes," I moaned, with my head back, eyes closed, right hand on the top of Lucas' head, left hand gripping the sheets tightly. Lusas' soft kisses moved down to my puckered lips. I pulled my legs back, holding onto the back of my knees to give him better access. Lucas was making the most wonderful noises as he ate me out. His efforts were causing a small pool of precum to form just below my belly button. Since this was a love making photo shoot, Jake had placed a bottle of Astroglide lube on the dresser by the bed before we had even started. Having loosened me up to the point that the first third of his tongue could easily work itself into my love channel, Lucas got to his knees and scooted toward me. I was still holding my legs up when I felt the tip of his cock rub against my wet and puffy entrance. Lucas leaned back and grabbed the lube, pouring a healthy amount into his hand. I loved watching Lucas' facial expressions as he pumped his lubed hand up and down his rigid shaft. Placing the head of his prick back at my hole, he moved so slowly as it pierced me. Clearly, I was no virgin, but Lucas' slow entry into me made the initial sting of every fuck, draw out longer than I had expected; "Ohhhhh, shiiiitttt. Mmmmm, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh." While there was a euphoric release of pleasure when my anal ring finally snapped close around his flared head, Lucas never changed his speed of insertion. Lucas' cock was constant, not pulling back once, and taking only what my anal chute would give him. This was like nothing I had experienced before. My first time with Jake was slow and easy; but during that time, I was doing everything I could to manage the pain as his monster cock popped my cherry. This fucking was void of that first-time pain; and more of a slow and gentle connection to another boy's hard cock. Once his bald pubic area smashed into me, Lucas leaned forward. His left hand raked through the hair on my head; his right arm wrapping around my left leg so that the back of my thigh rested on his bicep. With his right hand taking hold of my left forearm, he leaned in and gently nibbled on my lower lip with his teeth. "Oh fuck Blake, you feel so good, oh God," Lucas said, with his mouth now resting on my cheek as he slowly pumped his cock into me. I took my right arm and grabbed a handful of his hair, using it to control his head and forcing his lips onto mine. We moaned into each other's mouths while we made love. Seconds turned into minutes as we filled the room with sounds of moaning and the squeal of a cheap bed frame being tested for all its worth. I let go of his hair only to tell him of my impending release. "Oh, uh, uh, oh yes. Cum with me. Oh my God," I said through clenched teeth, just before my orgasm racked by body, as the first volley of cum hit my chin. My sphincter spasmed around his swollen tool, pushing him over the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...OH GOD!" Lucas cried out as he deposited his load deep within my bowels. The scales of lady justice drew even once more; as ounces of semen left, it was returned just the same. With my eyes closed, I let go of the deathly grip I had of the sheets. My body took quick, raspy breaths of air as my hole still clenched around Lucas' deflating cock. Lucas had let go of my leg, his hands now on my hips for support, as he too tried to catch his breath. Still breathing hard, Lucas leaned in and took a long drag with his tongue through a pool of cum on my chest. Without swallowing my briny boys, he placed his lips on mine and shared my life-giving seed with me. After about two or three minutes of just smiling at each other's afterglow, Lucas and I looked round for Jake, not certain what to do next. "Fuck, that was hot boys," Jake said, walking up to the bed. "Did it come out cool? Can we see the photos?" I asked, Lucas' spent tool finally slipping from my hole. "In a sec. One of us hasn't cum yet," Jake said in a horny voice, fishing his cock out from his jeans and boxers. Lucas and I both smiled at each other knowing there was one more round to go. "I told Blake that the next time you wiggled that tight little ass in front of me I'd have to fill it. So, what do you say Lucas, wanna try this piece of meat?" Jake asked waving his snake at Lucas' behind. My eyes got big when I saw Lucas' devilish smile return. I knew we needed the lube again. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please think about letting me know. (Tony @ tfreitas62.yahoo.com).