Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2020 00:08:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3-2-1-smile-14 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. Compliments and criticism welcomed. Also, if you have something you think would be awesome for the story, please let me know. (Tony at tfreitas62@yahoo.com) Thank you to all those who have helped me in putting these chapters together. Whether it be ideas for photoshoots, or in editing, your help is greatly appreciated. And, finally if the little fox in Bristol is reading this, I'd love to hear from you. 3,2,1 Smile Chapter 14 – Coming into Focus Recap of the end of Chapter 13 As the weed started to take effect, I sat there in disbelief that I let a rando have my ass. The more I thought about it, the more I realized all the clues were screaming it wasn't Lucas. I occurred to me that I had my mask on too, and whoever it was wouldn't be able to name me either. There was also a part of me that was still happy I was able to get my nut off. With the weed in full effect now and my brain a little bit at peace with it all, I laid back with the hope to find restful sleep. But that was short-lived as I sprung up to a sitting position, scaring poor Sam who was asleep in the corner of the room. "FUCK!" I said out loud, even though I was quite aware I was still alone. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Lucas' words finally came into focus. Lucas had been hanging with Andrei all night, and he had no idea about Jake and Andrei's past. What were they talking about? What had Lucas told him? "FUCK!" ... Somehow, after all that had transpired, I was still able to find sleep. And, as much as I dreaded Monday morning, it came, nonetheless. I loved Jake. I loved everything about him, but it felt weird waking up in his home alone. Showered and dressed in the clothes I had worn over to the Halloween party, I fed Sam before heading off to school. Since our superhero photoshoot, Diego and Mike had been picking me up and taking me to school. Waiting outside Jake's gate for Diego to drive up in his beige Jeep Wrangler, I went over the nights' events for the thousandth time in my head. I gave a deep sigh, realizing I was still no closer to coming up with any answers. Who was the mysterious person in the Ironman costume? How was I going to get time alone with Lucas, and once I did, what was I going to say to him about Andrei and Jake? And why couldn't I get Mr. Haney out my mind? "Get in Freshie," Diego called out. Jumping into the back seat, I was happy for a little bit of norm. And in typical small talk, Mike asked how babysitting the Boy Scout Troop had gone? He seemed pleased with my answer to it going fine, even though it really didn't. Being separated by three years of schooling meant the minute we hit the student parking lot, Mike and Diego would head to their classes on one side of the school and I would head toward mine. We wouldn't reconnect until lunchtime. There are a million differences between middle school and high school, but none more striking than the subject of conversation after a social event; Especially one like Halloween. Huddled groups of kids, conversing around the quad were no longer chatting about how much candy they'd scored but about if they scored and who with. I'd scored. Hell, the person I'd scored with could be one of the kids here on campus. It had crossed my mind that whoever I had dragged into Jake's room last night could have been an older sibling to one of the boys in the Troop. That was just one of the many suspects I had noted on my mental list for further investigation. Walking into Mr. Bubl's class, I was happy to see Lucas, regardless of the conversation I knew I had to have with him. "What's up, dude?" It was my standard greeting for Lucas every morning. "Are you sure you're talking to the real me?" Lucas asked, chuckling at his own wit. "Fuck off," I replied, laughing a bit myself, but knowing there was nothing funny about my mistaking his identity. The dreaded thought of Lucas ever finding out that I'd let someone who I thought was him fuck me sent trembles through my body. "Alright, alright, I'll let it go. Do you even remember what you two talked about?" This was typical of Lucas, telling me he'd stop, only to proceed with a follow-up question on the very subject. "Yeah. He was telling me all night long how inadequate he felt about having such a small dick. It's why I was certain I was talking to you," I said sarcastically. Lucas took the hint and dropped the questioning, but not before, in true teenage fashion, getting in the last word, "Your mother has no complaints about the size of my dick." We were both laughing at his comment as Mr. Bubl started class. I was chomping at the bit to know what he and Andrei had done the night before, but it would have to wait until I had more private time to talk to him about it. As the first period ended, I leaned over and whispered to Lucas, "Hey, do you have time to meet me at my locker before lunch? I need to talk to you about something." "Sure. What about?" he asked as we exited the classroom. "I'll tell you later," I said, knowing it would leave him wondering until we met up again. But telling him it was about Andrei, and then not finishing the conversation, would have eaten at him even worse. It was a wonder that I was still getting mostly A's and B's in my classes. The week before all I could think about was my need for sex and taking care of my aching balls. I guess that's pretty much a 24-7 issue for most teen boys, but last week was even more so. And, starting this week off, I literally sat through three classes completely lost to what the teacher was saying. All I could think about was how I was going to approach the subject of Andrei and Jake with Lucas. "Dude, what was so important that you couldn't wait till lunch?" Lucas asked as he walked up to me at my locker. Looking around, to make sure in the madhouse of students heading off to lunch that none of them was Andrei, I gave Lucas just enough info, "It's about you, Andrei, and Jake." Lucas looked confused, as I suspected he would with such little information, but it was enough to get him to follow me into Mr. Bubl's classroom. He always left it open for those who liked to read quietly. The beauty of it was that Mr. Bubl often ate in the staff lounge, and I assumed the classroom would be empty as most kids who read in the room got their lunch first. As soon as we were in the classroom, Lucas couldn't wait any longer, "Dude what's this about? Did Andrei tell you about us?" I could see the worry in Lucas' eyes, and now he could see the confusion in mine as I processed the new revelation that he had in fact hooked up with Andrei. "So, you two did hook up?" I asked. "You didn't know? I kind of figured that's what this is about. Huh, well I guess that cat's out of the bag now. But if this isn't why we're here than what's this about?" Sitting at one of the desks, I looked up at Lucas, more certain than ever that I needed to tell him. "It's about Andrei and Jake, and their past relationship." With that last comment, Lucas sat down too. For the next five minutes, I explained everything I could about Jake's relationship with Victor, and Victor's son Sasha. I told him about how they were to be a family, until Victor's tragic death. I knew Lucas would never talk about having sex with Jake in front of anyone but me, but even hinting at some of the photoshoots Jake had taken of Lucas and I would be enough to potentially cause a world of misery for a lot of people. I told Lucas that I was the only one who had put it all together, and even Jake didn't know we were friends with Andrei. "Wow. Andrei mentioned his father's passing, but nothing like this. Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't feel it was my place; until last night when you talked about hanging out with Andrei. I kind of put two and two together, and figured we needed to talk." Lucas gave me a questioning look. "What do you mean you put two and two together?" "Dude, I know you. I mean I know I'm not all that, but you passed up sex with me in a fat house with a hot tub, just to 'hang out' at Andrei's," I said, using air quotes. "Also, at the shaving party Andrei was asking me if we had a thing for each other, and then he let it slip that he thought you were cute. So, I guessed you two were kind of more than friends, but until you told me I didn't know you were 'more than friends'," I said, putting that last part into air quotes. Finally, I had gotten everything off my chest that I knew about Andrei and Lucas. "Yeah, that makes sense." Lucas said, giggling. Now it was Lucas' turn to fill me in on the parts I was missing. Apparently, after everyone went home from the shaving party, Lucas and Andrei went out for a bite to eat and one thing led to another. That night turned out to be their first time together; which answered why Andrei seemed tired at the dive meet the following day. The next bit of info from Lucas brought everything full circle. Apparently, when Andrei's father passed away, his mother took the life insurance money and bought a house in Tacoma. She did that so Andrei could continue in the same schooling. That house just happened to be on the street behind Lucas'. And, as fate would have it, it was the house directly behind Lucas', which looked down into his backyard. As I had suspected, someone could see into Lucas' room from that house if they wanted; and, apparently, Andrei had wanted. Lucas told me that day we were messing around in his hot tub, and then on his bed, Andrei had seen it. Andrei told him he didn't watch the whole time and stopped once he realized what he was witnessing, but in the tell of the event, even Lucas said he wasn't buying it. At that point, Lucas and I headed off to meet up with the rest of the group for lunch. I asked as we walked, I asked if anyone else knew about them, to which Lucas said only I did. Lucas asked me if I was going to tell Jake about Andrei, and I told him I honestly didn't know. I could tell that Lucas and I were both mulling over our newfound information at lunchtime, but thankfully the subject of Halloween kept the conversation going with the rest of the group. I didn't have that luxury during my ride to practice in Andrei's car. Neither Andrei nor I are particularly chatting individuals, but this ride was exceptionally quiet. I could only guess he was trying to work out whether he should tell me about Lucas and him. I, on the other hand, was full of information that I knew was not mine to share. As such, I was afraid to say anything for fear of letting something slip. Even the simplest of subjects, like what did you do this weekend, was off-limits. I was thankful this was only practice. I was all over the place with my form, and my coach noted multiple times how sloppy I looked compared to my Friday performance. If I thought my past week's case of blue balls was enough to fuck with my head, it was nothing compared to my current game of guess the boy who fucked you. I knew Andrei and Rob were out, but every other boy who walked past me was fair game. Running through the clues had gotten me the following suspect: He was slightly taller than me, putting him around 5'-4" or 5'-5"; he came dressed as Ironman, and he had to have known someone at the party to have been there in the first place; and I knew he'd gone trick or treating by the bag of candy I remembered him sitting on the bedroom floor. That led me to figure he wasn't a short adult, but then again there was a chance he was just holding it for his child. He definitely wasn't a little boy though, because I also knew he was old enough to make cum, as I distinctly remember him shooting two full loads into me. None of this information was enough to zero in on anyone, which left me questioning everyone. Whether I wanted to forget it or not, I knew that somewhere out there was a Tony Stark that had intimate details of Peter Parker's ass, and I was going to be screwed for the second time if that info got out. The ride home from practice was a little better than the first trip with Andrei, but you could still feel the tension. I was barely in the house long enough to drop my backpack on the floor before jumping onto my bike and heading over to Jake's. I spent a couple of hours washing the bedsheets, feeding Sam, and making sure all aspects of the party had been picked up. Running down to the studio room, I grimaced as I held up the nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I wanted to blame it for what happened that night, but I knew it was my hormones that led me to the spot I was in. Now, between the bottle of JD and the random sex with a stranger, all I could do was hope no one found out it was me. The following day I sat in math class when I received a text from Jake saying his plane had touched down. He texted that he was dying to go over how the trip went and asked if I had time to come over after school. Of course, I texted back yes, and then proceeded to watch the clock with excitement until school was over. I ignored the sexual innuendoes I got from Diego and Mike as they dropped me off outside Jake's gate. Walking up the path, my insides were now turning with a mix of emotions from excitement to fear that somehow Jake had figured out about the incident in his room. "There's my little cub. Fuck I missed you," Jake said, picking me up into a bear hug and planting the biggest sloppy kiss on me. With one mighty gesture from Jake, all my worries faded away. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped tighter around his neck, while fully losing myself in the moment. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed you so much," I said as he sat me down. I was hoping the kissing would lead right into sex, but Jake headed to his laptop, which was sitting on the kitchen counter. He patted the barstool next to him, suggesting I come take a seat. "Thank you for taking care of Sam and the house, it looks like everything survived from Halloween. On that note, how'd the party go? Did everyone love your costume?" Jake asked. "Um, yeah it went well. I could tell everybody seemed cool with the costume, but most people didn't know me enough to come up and chat. John really liked it, oh and so did the boys from the boy scout troop." "I bet John liked it. Did you have a fun time at least?" Jake asked. I still didn't understand why Jake thought John would find me attractive, but I let it go. "I loved the costume, and handing out candy was okay. But Lucas couldn't make it over so I kind of hung out by myself, but it was still fun. But what happened with your trip? Did the guy like the shoot?" I asked, changing the subject. "The client loved the shoot. He was so happy; he bought all three sets. He even showed me where abouts in his huge house he was going to display them," Jake said spinning his laptop toward me, which had the three series of photos ready for my review. "Damn, those did come out good. Was he really happy with all of them? And holy shit, if you thought his house was huge, it must have been a mansion," I said scrolling through each photo one by one. Jake put his hand on the back of my neck, gently rubbing it as he spoke. "Oh, his place was every bit of a mansion. Make's this place look like a shed. And happy doesn't even begin to describe what he thought of the photos. He was so pleased he already commissioned me for another set of my, I mean our choosing." "Of our choosing? He wants another set with me and Charles?" I asked, excited at the possibility of it. "No. Just you. No Charles. Just a private set of you that no one else has. One he promises to keep for just him," Jake said, giving me a little wink. "Wow. He really just wants me? No Charles, just me? I think your client is insane," I said flattered at the idea of it, but also shocked that anyone would pass on photos of Charles. "The man's not insane. Far from it, perhaps one of the smartest I've ever met. He just knows beautiful when he sees it. Just like I've been telling you since the first time I laid eyes on you. Your beauty is unmatched, and one day, perhaps when you're a little older, you will truly understand," Jake said while running the fingers of his right hand through my hair. I was still blushing when Jake asked if I needed to get home soon. "Not for another four hours," I said, looking up at him with innocent puppy dog eyes. "Good. I think if I recall, you were whining about not getting enough sex and I said I'd take care of that for you when I got back." Jake's words were followed by a light peck on my ear, which sent a shiver through my body. I gave a little gleeful giggle when he whispered in my ear, "Why don't you run upstairs and put on that Spiderman costume." I didn't need to be asked twice. I bolted from the kitchen just as I had the first time I went to try on the suit. Seeing it laid out on his bed sure made me glad I had washed it with the sheets. The last thing I needed was Jake to come across a cum stain from the weekend. I was already naked and rummaging through the drawer of the dresser Jake let me keep my items in, looking for that dance belt, when Jake finally walked in. "You don't need underwear," Jake said, walking past me and into the bathroom area. My smile was from ear to ear as I jumped into the Spidey outfit buck naked. Before I slid my arms into the sleeves, I heard Jake call out another request, "Don't pull it all the way up little cub." Seeing Jake come back around the corner with a black plastic bag in hand had me anxious with desire. I was standing next to the bed, the costume on only up to my waist, with the mask lying on the mattress. Jake walked up behind me and threw the bag on the bed. He grabbed the mask of the costume and helped me put it on. His hands then started rubbing my traps and shoulders, while his warm lips went to work on my neck. The room was full of the sound of my muffled moaning as Jake's hands roamed all over my body. With a soft push, Jake's left hand bent me over the mattress. I watched as he picked up the black bag and place it on the nightstand next to him. I tried to see what he was pulling out of the bag, but it was just beyond what the tinted visor would allow me to see. I took in a deep breath when I felt his right-hand slide into the costume, with the palm of his hand sliding over the crack of my ass. His left hand went to the back of my neck, softly holding me in place as a lubed finger started working its way into me. It was a slow process Jake repeated over and over for the next few minutes. I felt him methodically kiss his way along the bare skin of the small of my back, while adding more lube and fingers to the inside of my hole. When I felt his finger retreat, I was sure his cock was forthcoming. "Uhh, oh God, ah, ah, ohhhhhhh. Wh, what is that, huh, huh," I moaned as Jake inserted something other than himself into me. "It's a butt plug. I picked it up just for you my love," Jake said, giving the rubber toy one more little push to make sure it was fully seated inside me. The toy was nowhere near as long as Jake's rod, but at the base, it was significantly wider, with my anal ring swallowing it up once it was completely in me. Without hesitation, I stood up when Jake asked me to. I was a bit thrown off when he started assisting me in putting the costume the rest of the way on. He couldn't see my look of confusion through the mask when I felt him zip me up. "On the bed little cub," Jake instructed. Moving into position based on Jake's direction, I felt the tip of the plug rub against my prostate with every motion I made. I was now on my back, head on a pillow near the headboard, with Jake kneeling next to me. I watched in fascination as he reached for the plastic bag again. His hand came out holding what looked like black Velcro restraints. Jake's large body straddled my chest. I soon learned they were indeed restraints as he tied me by the wrists to the headboard. "Well Spidey, it looks like you've gotten yourself into one hell of a predicament," Jake said, sitting back on his calves, still straddling my legs. I wasn't worried about Jake hurting me, but I sure wanted to know where this was going. "It seems all you can think about is your sexual needs. Me, me, me. You are too young to realize that sometimes it's all in the buildup that makes the sex so gooood. But I think I have a way to fix that. You see, based on what you told me, we have a good four hours for us to work on your stamina if you will," Jake said, showing me the evilest of grins. "Wha, what do..." "Shhhh," Jake said, cutting me off before I could ask my question. Backing himself off my legs and standing at the side of the bed, Jake reached into the plastic bag and grabbed two more restraints. It didn't take a genius to know where those were headed. It took Jake even less time to get them around my ankles, spread my legs, and tie each one to the end of the bed frame. Completely helpless, all I could do was watch as Jake walked back into the bathroom. I could only imagine what was coming next. I was not expecting him to come back out with what looked like a neck massager. But one look at his face told me, I wasn't getting a neck massage. Jake pulled one of the pillows over and placed the massager at the end of it. Reaching into the bag, I saw him pull out a small bundle of twine, which he used to tie the massager to the pillow. Then, with another wicked smile and a flick of a button, he placed the vibrating head of the massager just under my spandex covered balls. The resulting feeling made me pull tight on my restraints and moan uncontrollably. "Huh, huh, PLEASE JAKE, OH JEEZ, PLEASE," I begged. It was but seconds of this massager on my nuts and I was already pleading for him to end this. With every adjustment I made to reduce the sensation on my nads, the butt plug pushed on my prostate, forcing me back onto the nut massager. With it secured to the pillow, it wasn't moving anywhere, except right back onto my tender sack. "Oh, sweet cub. There you go thinking it's all about you again. You see this is why you really need this lesson. I mean we haven't even started to have fun yet and you're already asking for me to stop. Just wait till you feel what's coming next," Jake said, pulling his cell phone from the pocket of his pants. Even in my highly aroused state, I was sure Jake could find a better camera to take a picture of me than using his cell phone. He turned the phone toward me so I could see an app on his phone with a very prominent green and red button. I was confused as to what I was looking at. I still didn't get it when I watched him hit the green button. But when I felt the butt plug start pulsating on my prostate, my whole body arched into a bridge as the pleasure flooded my senses. With a quick hit of the red button the plug stopped and my body returned to the bed, only to have my balls re-engage with the massager, bringing forth another uncontrollable moan. Jake then walked over to the dresser and pulled out another contraption. I began to sweat under the mask. "Please, please, no more, please," I begged, even though I knew it would do me no good. "What this? Oh, little cub, this is just a baby monitor so I can see how my sweet little Spiderman is doing," Jake said, setting the device upon the dresser."Well Spidey, it looks like we're all set. I'll come back in say, an hour or so, and see how you're doing. Don't worry about cumming in the costume, I'm sure it'll wash out," Jake said, spinning on his heels and walking out of the room. I was about to cry for him to stop, when suddenly, the plug started up again and my body locked up one more time. "Uhhh, uuhhgg, fuuuccckkkk, mmmmmm, huh, uhhhhh, huh, ohhhh!" My moans were uncontrollable, much like the spit leaking from the side of my lip or the precum I could feel pooling at the top of my rock-hard cock. As soon as the butt plug would stop, my body would uncoil, and the massager would take over. The massager was just enough to keep me perpetually hard, while the butt plug, when engaged, would stroke my prostate and push me ever closer to cumming. Just as I got close to a heavenly release however, the plug would shut off, and I would go back to the ever-present massager. I knew Jake was in control of the plug, so I assumed it was intentional to keep me on the edge without letting me get to a climactic end, but did he seriously think I was going to make it an hour? "UHHH, GOODDDD, PLEASE JAKE, PLEASE, OH GOD, OH GOD, HUH, HUH, PLEEEEAAASSSSSEEEE!!!!!!" I screamed twenty minutes into my learning session. No matter what I did, the bonds kept me right above the massager. And clearly with the tight-fitting costume on, even if I could squeeze the butt plug out, there was just nowhere for it to go. At the half-hour mark, the butt plug kicked on, sending me into another realm of pleasure and euphoria. This time however, as my panting and moaning got louder with my impending orgasm, the little device did not turn off. With each undulating pulse across my boy button, a charge of cum built up in my sperm shooter. Soon enough, I felt my body cross that line of no return, and surge after surge of cum fired out of my cock, only to find itself confined by the spandex suit. Having nowhere to go, the warm jizz pooled on top of my already hot and sweaty skin, just under my belly button. It was damn near one of the best cums of my life. Thankfully, Jake turned off the butt plug soon after, and even though my emptied balls were still resting on the vibrator, my body found a moment of relaxation. Of course, that was short-lived as my brain quickly recognized that ever-present tickling sensation in my lower region and decided I was ready for round two. Within minutes my shaft was fully engorged again and twitching for action. "Jake, Jake, I've learned my lesson, please, please just come and fuck me," I begged, thrashing around in my restraints. I got his response when I felt the butt plug turn back on. Jake was almost a man of his word, as I laid there bound to the bed and my pleasing torture for nearly a full hour. I had been milked of cum twice and was primed for another one when Jake finally walked in. My initial thought was to plead for release, but it was obvious the lesson had sunk in as I kept my mouth shut and let Jake take the lead. "Hey, little cub. Have you learned your lesson?" Jake asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Huh, huh, yeah, huh, yes, OHhhhh, Jesus," came my ragged answer as Jake turned on the plug one more time. "Are you sure? You don't sound all that convincing. What exactly did you learn?" Jake asked as he turned the plug back off. "Huh, huh, uh, uh, that, that I'm, I'm not always, mmm, huh, in, huh control, and that, mmmm, that's o...okay." I stammered, hoping to God it was the right one. "That's right. And that sometimes we can't always get what we want right away, but that's okay too, because it just makes it so much more enjoyable when we finally do get it, right?" "Yes, yes," I said emphatically, nodding my head. Jake leaned forward and turned off the massager. He then stood and began removing his clothes in front of me. I watched in awe as he pulled his shirt off revealing his muscular physique and hairy chest. Jake could best be described as solid. A man built of muscle, but not one who wasted his time on diets. As he slid his pants and boxers off in one motion, my lust for him was like a mad dog on a short leash. I wanted so bad to get at that long fleshy piece of meat dangling between his legs, but I knew unless he freed me, I had to wait for him to bring it to me; another part of the lesson I was sure of. Jake released the restraints around my ankles and then climbed onto the bed with me. For the next minute or two, Jake stripped me bare. He took the costume completely off and gently removed the plug from my puckering hole. While lying down by my rigid cock, Jake proceeded to drag his wicked tongue over my hairless scrotum, across my hard tool, through the drying pool of cum, and all the way up to my wanting lips. We kissed and made slow passionate love for the next half hour. Jake had entered me while I was still on my back, but at some point he chose to roll me onto my stomach where we spooned until Jake finally reach orgasm, shooting his large load of seed into me. I experienced my third orgasm as well, sending a thin load of watery semen into the sheets. It was my least explosive climax, but perhaps the best yet, as I finally had my love inside me. Jake dropped me off on the corner near my house, to keep the neighbors from seeing him. I found it hard to tell if his smile was one born of compassion or boasting, as I stood on wobbly legs outside his truck. The quiet laugh I heard as I slowly walked toward my house confirmed it was the latter. Sitting on my bed, I had just started on my homework when my mom stuck her head into my room. "Hey buddy, dinner will be in just a second. And, wow you look exhausted. Yesterday's diving practice must have really taken it out of you" My mom said looking worried. "Yeah, coach really pushed us hard yesterday. I'm just a bit sore, but I'll be fine," I told her while rubbing my quad. It was then that my eyes noticed the mark on my left wrist from where the Velcro strap had dug in. I quickly shoved my hand under my leg hoping my mom didn't notice. "Okay, well take it easy tonight, and hopefully your coach will go a little easier on you tomorrow," my mom said, before turning and heading toward the kitchen. The next morning, I woke to the sounds of pouring rain. Normally that kind of weather brought a scowl to my face, but this morning I woke happy and satiated. My raging hormones had once again been bedded, and I was ready to take on the day. In the first period, Lucas told me he and Andrei had a conversation, and they both agreed I should know about them dating; to which I sarcastically acted surprised, as if hearing this news for the first time. Lucas said I could talk to Andrei about it, but that they wanted me to keep it to myself for now. We both agreed not to mention Jake around Andrei until I found the right time to talk to Jake about it. In art class, Mrs. Kleiner walked up to me while we were working on our shading techniques and asked if I had time after class to talk to her. Of course, I said yes. It turns out Mrs. Kleiner teaches private art classes on the weekend, and she was looking for a model for her class. From the gist of it, I'd be dressed in a pair of speedos for about two to three hours, and she paid $100 an hour. I told her I had to check with my mom and make sure I wasn't doing anything on that day, but it sounded good to me. Even though the account set up by Jake had a lot of money in it, money was money, and it was hard to say no to it. Plus, standing in front of some old folks in a speedo seemed mild as compared to some of the other daring things I'd done. At lunch, Andrei gave me a knowing smile as he sat across from me at the table. Lucas was right next to him, and I was truly happy for them both. I was glad that I no longer had to keep that secret, as my collection of secrets was starting to pile up. Riding in the car with Andrei, it was clear his secret relationship with Lucas was the reason for the awkward silence during our last trip together. Now that he knew I was in the loop, and okay with it, he was chattier than ever. Because Andrei knew Lucas and I had sex, he held nothing back. The idea of not being one to kiss and tell didn't apply to him. He told me about how after the shaving party the two of them got talking and one thing led to another. Before he knew it, they were having sex. I just sat there smiling and nodding as Andrei told me everything. In the short drive, I learned this was Andrei's first real boyfriend, and that before Lucas his only sexual experience had been a blowjob. It was funny how, even though I was younger, at that moment I felt so much older than Andrei. While he was sharing his whole sexual history with me, I did wonder what he would say if he found out I knew Jake. Dive practice went much better than it had on Monday. That evening at home, my mom noted the marked improvement in my energy level. I sent out a quick text to Jake, making sure the art modeling on Saturday wasn't in conflict with his plans for our next shoot. I then texted Lucas to again tell him how happy I was for him and how silly Andrei had been in the car ride over. I definitely didn't tell him everything Andrei had told me, as I'm sure Lucas would not have been thrilled. Just before bed, I received a text from Charles saying he'd seen the completed photos sets and was happy to hear the client liked them. We texted back and forth about how we'd love to work together again. On Thursday morning, I had just stepped out of Diego's car in the school parking lot, when my phone chimed. Looking down, I didn't initially recognize the number, but after I opened the text, my heart skipped. ... 'Morning Blake, it's Paul Haney. If you have a second it's kind of urgent.' I thought about ignoring him, but I figured it couldn't hurt to find out what he wanted. 'Hi, Paul. What's up?' ... Send ... 'I'm parked in the faculty parking lot in front of your school, can you come to meet me? It's about the Halloween party.' Just reading those words was enough to get me to look around and make sure no one was looking at my phone. I really didn't want to go see him, but how could I not go find out what he had to say? 'Okay. Give me a sec.' ... Send The faculty parking lot was in front of the school, whereas the student parking lot was in the back of the school, so it took me a good couple of minutes to make it there. Once there, I looked around until I saw Paul waving his arm out the driver window to get my attention. In a parking lot full of white, brown, and forest green sedans, I should have guessed he would be the bright red Mustang. "Hi, Blake. Thanks for meeting me this morning. I know it's out of the blue, but I thought it was urgent that we meet, and this is definitely something I couldn't share via text," Paul said after I had gotten into his car. The interior of his car was all black leather, with highly tinted windows, making it a car a kid like me could appreciate. "You said it was about the Halloween Party?" I asked cutting to the chase. "Yes indeed. You see, I read a text between my son Adam and one of his friends that made me very unhappy. And since it involves you, I thought it was important that I read it to you," He said in a tone that clearly represented his unhappy nature. 'Scotty, you'll never believe what happened tonight,' Mr. Haney read aloud from his phone using a childish voice. 'Where?' 'At the Halloween party.' 'What happened?' 'I totally lost my virginity!' 'What? Shut the fuckup, how?' 'What do you mean how, I fucking stuck my dick into a hot ass, you idiot.' At this point, Mr. Haney paused from reading his phone and looked over at me, "You just have to love the youthful banter between twelve-year old's. Now, where was I," He said, emphasizing twelve-year old's as he glared at me, and used a tone letting me know he found none of this funny. I knew where this text was heading, as it all started to make sense the minute Mr. Haney mentioned Adam. I wanted so badly to bolt from his car, but I knew it would only make matters worse. Mr. Haney continued reading, 'Damn! How'd it happen?' 'I walked into the house and this dude grabs me by the arm and pulls me up to the master bedroom and then totally bends over begging that I fuck him.' 'WTF, that's crazy. I know you've said you're Bi, but I totally thought you were going to say it was a chick?' 'I didn't know that's what he wanted. But when he pulled down his awesome Spiderman costume, and told me to fuck his ass, what was I going to say, no?' 'Holy SHIT! How was it? Did you totally cum?' 'It was FUCKING HOT dude. I rode his ass and came twice.' 'Damn Bro!!! Do you know who it was?' 'No. So far all I know is that it wasn't anyone from my Troop.' 'But I got this hella cool pic of my dick going into his ass.' Mr. Haney stopped reading and showed me the picture on his phone. It was me bent over Jake's bed, ass up, Spidey mask on, and Adam's cock deep in my hole. After seeing the picture, my head hung in shame at the embarrassment of knowing I'd let his twelve-year-old son ride my ass, and apparently in my drunken stupor, I also allowed him to snap a photo without me knowing. "This photo says a lot. It tells me that you did, in fact, let my twelve-year-old son have sex with you. MY, twelve-year-old son!" Mr. Haney repeated. "I'm so sorry. I thought he was a friend of mine from school," I said, not once making eye contact with him. "You know the worst part is not that my young son got some tail. It's that he got yours before I did." I wasn't sure how to take his comment, but it was the least of my worries as I asked him the next inevitable question, "What happens now?" "Well, I've already scolded Adam. I told him it was an out of town nephew of one of the grownups there at the party. An eleven-year-old who has a serious drug problem, so it would best for Adam to not let anyone know it happened, or he could get into a lot more trouble. I then deleted the picture from his phone and told him to make sure his friend did the same. Of course, not before sending all of it to my phone," Mr. Haney said, again showing me the photo on his phone. Mr. Haney continued talking in his menacing tone, as I felt the tears forming in my eyes, "Much like you right now, Adam had a scared shitless look on his face too, so I'm sure he won't bring it up again. I mean, how embarrassing would that be if it got out? Right?" "I promise I won't tell anyone," I said, hoping that was what Mr. Haney wanted to hear. When Paul asked me if I was scared of him, while we were in Jake's study, I said I truthfully wasn't. How fast things change because I was certainly fearful of him now. Mr. Haney just looked at me like he wasn't amused with my comment, "Listen, this is what's going to happen. After school today, you're going to come to my office. I don't care what you have to do to make it happen, but you have until 3:30 pm to get there or this series of texts along with that picture gets sent anonymously to your mother, and Jake." Without waiting for my response, he filled me in on the rest of my nightmare. "Once you're at my office we're going to finish what we started. And when we're done, you'll watch me delete this text. Understand?" he asked, knowing full well he had me by the balls. "Yes." "Good. Now take off your jeans and underwear," He commanded. "What?" "You heard me. Take off your jeans and underwear, and you better hurry it up before the bell rings." I looked at him completely defeated, as my tears started running down my cheek and my hands fumbled with unbuttoning my jeans. I took them and my boxer briefs and pushed them down to my knees. "I said off." I used my feet to kick my shoes off and then finished pushing my pants and underwear off all the way. My cock was flaccid as there was nothing sexual about this. Mr. Haney reached across me and opened the glove box. He pulled a small plastic device out and a pair of what looked like fancy underwear. With that, he leaned over into my lap and told me not to move. I could feel him touching my cock and balls, but he was so much bigger than me that I couldn't see what he was doing. When he sat back up there was a plastic sleeve over my cock, with a plastic ring around my balls, and a lock holding it all together. "Jesus. What the fuck is this. Get it off me!" I yelled, tugging on it to confirm as suspected, it wasn't coming off. "It's a cock cage, and it's added insurance that you'll show up today. Oh, and these too," he said tossing a pair of women's panties into my naked lap. Mr. Haney then bent over and picked up my boxer briefs and threw them into the back seat. "What, why?" I asked completely confused as to why I had to wear women's underwear. Even while having my pride and joy bound into a chastity device, the panties seemed out of place. "It doesn't need to make sense. I think your ass will look cute in them, and it makes me smile knowing you must wear them all day at school. And don't let me find out you cut school the minute I leave. You know I have ways to check, and it would make things so much worse for you," He said, looking at his watch as if to remind me my time was running out. I reluctantly slid on the purple laced G-string, until it covered my locked-up dick. Mr. Haney had exited the car as I was pulling my jeans on. My side door opened just as I finished buttoning them up. Had anyone seen me, it would have looked really bad. Paul didn't wait for me to get my shoes on, before telling me to get out. "Three-thirty. And don't be late," He said as he got back into his car and drove away. I was standing there watching his car leave, shoes in hand, when the first bell rang. I ran down the hall to Mr. Bubl's class with only one shoe on and got there just as the final bell was ringing. Mr. Bubl, along with most of the class, gave me a strange look as I limped over to my seat holding my left shoe. "Dude, what happened to you?" Lucas whispered while I was finishing getting my shoe on. "My shoe came off," was all I could think to say. "No shit? I got that much idiot. I meant why are your eyes red and your face is flushed like you've been crying?" Lucas said, in his most compassionate way. "My shoe came off in the parking lot when the bell rang, I just ran all the way here in one shoe, how should my face look, dick?" I shot back in anger that really wasn't meant for him. "Okay, okay, easy. I was just checking. Jeez." I wanted so badly to run to the bathroom and inspect the little plastic contraption hugging my cock and balls, but I knew Mr. Bubl frowned on kids taking bathroom breaks during the first period. He expected you to come to class prepared, and that included taking care of your business ahead of time. In between classes, the bathrooms were always packed, so I had to wait until math class to ask to be excused. Running down the hall I found the boys' room and ran inside. There was a boy just finishing up when I entered. Based on his chuckle when I hurried by him into the handicap stall, he must have thought I was about to shit myself. Imagine the movie scene from Stand by Me, when the boy opens his underwear to find a leech sucking on his balls, well that's how I felt as I pulled out the panties to see the clear plastic device around my cock. Even though I had locked the stall, and I was sure I was in the bathroom alone, I looked through the small dividers between the partitions to make sure no one was peeking in. The panties were embarrassing to wear, only for the fact that they were women's. I had come accustomed to material sliding up and in between my crack, so this was nothing new. But the purple lacy material was definitely a woman's garment, and I'm sure the humiliation I was feeling is exactly what Mr. Haney was hoping for. The cock cage was about two inches in length and looked like it was tailor-made to fit around my scared little buddy. It flared at the head for my mushroom tip, with a slit most likely designed for peeing through. The second part was a plastic ring that opened and closed firmly around my balls. The final piece was a small white plastic rod on top of the ring around my nuts that slid into a hole on the top of the piece around my cock. Through that rod was a small brass lock fastening them both together. I gave it a couple more tugs just to make sure it wasn't coming off, and to my horror, it wasn't. Pulling the panties back up, I ran back to class before the teacher came looking for me. Art class was tough to sit through, both physically and literally. In that class each student had a metal stool they sat on while they shared a table with two other students. The stool kept pushing the plastic ring around my nuts into my tender flesh. To make matters worse, my constant adjusting to find a more comfortable position had shifted my sweatshirt up in the back unbeknownst to me. Leaning down to whisper in my ear, Mrs. Kleiner spoke with her right hand on my back, "Cute panties Blake. I didn't realize you were so kinky," She said as I felt her hand pull my sweatshirt down in the back. My cheeks turned blood red, while the rest of me felt white as a ghost. I didn't even dare to look at the kids sitting behind me to see if any of them had noticed. Hoping to bolt from the classroom at the end of the period, I was stopped as Mrs. Kleiner asked if I was still on for Saturday. I told her I was, even though I could barely look her in the eye. "Please Blake, don't be embarrassed about wearing what you like. Be who you are, and if others don't approve, fuck em," She said, noticing my uncomfortable look. "I think you look amazing," She added before I left to meet the guys for lunch. I had mentally checked out for most of the lunch period conversation, with my head swimming in thoughts. The two most prominent were how was I going to get through PE, and then how was I going to get to Mr. Haney's office in time. PE was the most challenging. Thankfully, I remembered I'd put a backup speedo in my book locker, just in case I came to school without one for practice. During PE, I simply slipped into another bathroom stall and pulled the speedo on, quickly followed by my gym shorts. The cock cage made the front of my shorts a little more pronounced, but with my t-shirt untucked, it was hard to notice. With only one class left before the end of school, I reluctantly pulled the panties back on at the end of PE. The second part of my dilemma was convincing Diego to drop me off in Mr. Haney's business park after school. Remembering the dentist's office, I told them I had a cleaning that I needed to be at by 3:30pm. I told Diego that my mom would pick me up as he pulled in front of the office. The dental receptionist gave me a weird look as I stood in the waiting area watching Diego drive away through the front window. I didn't even reply when she asked if she could help me. I simply walked out of the office and over to Mr. Haney's office door once I knew Diego was out of sight. I was beyond nervous as to what awaited me inside, but I was also pissed at having my cock essentially taken away from me. I wanted this to be over. I opened the door, hearing it chime, at 3:28 pm. "Right on time," Mr. Haney said as he walked in from the back office. Mr. Haney was dressed casually and holding a cocktail as he looked me over. "Want a scotch?" he asked, holding his drink up. His tone was much less aggressive than it had been earlier in the day, but there was still a note of no-nonsense about it. "I just want this thing off me, and this to be over," I said, walking past him and into the back office. "Well, it seems like you're always in a rush when it comes to these things," He said, as he took a sip of his drink and locked the front door. Mr. Haney didn't see my face, but I cringed when I heard his comment. I knew he was making a point of comparing me rushing his son upstairs to have sex to our current moment in time. It also told me I was in for a long afternoon. I'd hoped Mr. Haney just wanted photos for his collection, but I was certain that was just a pipe dream now. "So, Blake, answer me this. If my son came twice, how many times did you cum?" "Why's it matter?" I said, sitting down on his couch. Mr. Haney leaned forward in his desk chair, before speaking at me. "Look, you can be mad at me all you want, but you know you put yourself here. So, we can either have a friendly conversation, or you can go call someone to pick you up, and we'll see how it all turns out tomorrow?" "I came once." "Ah, makes sense. Figure everyone shoots quick their first time. Impressed that the little guy kept going until you came. I can't say I had the same results the first time I dipped my cock into a tight hole," Mr. Haney said taking another sip. "Well, you definitely made my son's night. Probably the best Halloween he'll ever have. Of course, I need to ask, since I'm sure my son wasn't packing a condom under his Walmart Ironman costume, does he have anything to worry about?" "No! What the fuck?" I said, pissed at the accusation. "Just asking," Mr. Haney said, taking another sip. I was starting to regret not saying yes to the offering of a drink. "You must have been pretty damn horny that night. I mean you took my son's virginity, without even finding out who was behind the mask. I wonder Blake, what had you all hot and bothered?" My stomach felt like it was on a rollercoaster, as I fielded his questions. The last one made me mad; this one caught me off guard. Even though I really wanted to be anywhere other than on his couch, I knew what Paul was getting at. Deep down I think we both knew part of what led me to that night with his son was my interactions with him. Thinking about how my last time in his office would have gone if I hadn't bolted, and feeling him squeeze my ass that night, definitely added to my overly aroused state. "I'm fourteen, I'm always horny," I said, not giving him the satisfaction I knew he was looking for. "Good answer. Let's get started," He said, slamming the rest of his drink. In my effort to avoid his question, I walked myself right into the devil's layer. Mr. Haney ushered me into the bathroom, with words that echoed of something Jake would say. "You know the drill. Your outfit is waiting for you in the bathroom." Before I changed, I wanted him to take care of one thing first. "Hey, I'm here aren't I? Get this thing off me now." Paul just smiled as he poured himself another drink. "When we're done, we'll settle up then." Knowing he held all the cards I said the only thing I could think of, "Fine. Then pour me a drink too." Inside the bathroom, I was expecting to see his younger son's Boy Scout outfit as I had before. What ended up being there, hanging from the towel rack, just made me scratch my head. "What the fuck dude. You know I'm a boy, right?" I asked through the closed door. I could hear him laugh, before he replied, "Just put it on. And you better still be wearing those panties." I just rolled my eyes and grabbed the purple nighty off the hanger. It was made of the same silk material as the panties. It was the same purple as the G-string, but it wasn't lacy like they were. The nighty hung to my shoulders by two little thin straps, and flared at the bottom, stopping just below my ever-exposed ass. This was the second time in my life standing in this bathroom wondering how I got myself here. As I walked out, Mr. Haney handed me my drink, which I took happily as I watched his facial expression. "Fuck, you're hot," He said, groping his crotch as if it didn't matter that I was in the room. I don't know why, but something in me found his weird compliment appealing, and I shyly looked away, as if not me. I absentmindedly took a swig of my drink, forgetting my past experience with alcohol, and found myself coughing as I choked the scotch down. "Smooth. Just like your legs," Mr. Haney said, stepping right in front of me. I felt him drag the knuckles of his right hand up my left thigh, pulling the nighty up briefly before letting it cascade back down. "Here, put these on," Mr. Haney said, handing me ankle-high, white bobby socks. As I was slipping them on, Paul grabbed what looked like a camera set on a tripod from the corner of the room. "Help me set this up," Paul instructed. I seriously wasn't sure what was wrong with me, but the fact that Paul was using what looked like a respectable camera, actually made me smile. I mean, here I was dressed in a lady's purple nighty, G-string, bobby socks, and confined by a cock cage, and I was actually happy he wasn't half-assing the photoshoot. "Wow, a Nikon D5600 is a nice camera," I said, taking a look at the camera while adjusting the focal point of the lens. "I hope so. Fucking thing cost me almost and even five hundred bucks. For that kind of money, I better see every freckle on your sweet cheeks," he said, slapping my ass for effect. I jumped, and, not intending to, squealed a little as the sudden sting registered. While the rig Paul was using wasn't half bad, his photography skills left a lot to be desired. His first instruction was for me to sit on the couch, and before I'd even hit the cushion, he was taking a picture. Without asking, I got back up and walked over to the camera and took a look at the LCD screen. As expected, Paul had caught me while I was in the process of sitting down, and the resulting photo was blurry. I shot him a sideways look, as I made some more adjustments to the camera. Jake always dialed in his own lens, but he knew what he was doing. For Mr. Haney, I realized I needed to put the camera on autofocus. I then removed the shade off his desk lamp and adjusted it for added background lighting. Grabbing his hand, I showed him how to lightly touch the shutter release button to get it to focus first. When I was done, I walked back to the couch and sat back down. "Wait," I said holding up my palm as Mr. Haney had his finger on the button. "I'll tell you when," I said, shaking my head. I couldn't believe I was actually directing my own pornography shoot. I then crossed my legs, with my arms up on the backrest of the dirty couch, and turned my head as if I were looking at something on my right. "Now." Click. I then proceeded to move into every pose I thought Jake would have put me in, dressed in such a way. I was so into it that I had kind of forgot where I was when I absentmindedly put myself into a seductive position. I was standing, bobby socked feet on the floor, shins against the couch, and my forearms resting on the top of the backrest. My head was lying on my forearms, eyes closed, while slowly swaying my ass back and forth, waiting ignorantly for him to take a photo. "Oh shit," I said out loud when I felt his hands grab my hips. Mr. Haney was standing right behind me with his khaki pant covered crotch pushing against my butt. "I think I have enough photos for now," he said, as his hands slid from my hips, over the nighty, and to the top of my bare thighs. Without lifting them, he moved his hands to the back of my legs and slowly dragged them up, pushing the nighty up as they went. Mr. Haney had me right where he wanted. I definitely couldn't bolt this time. Dressed as I was, the cock cage still on me, and the evidence he had on his phone made sure of that. I wasn't much more than half his size, so trying to physically take control of the situation was off the table as well. This was happening, and that's all there was to it. I felt Mr. Haney's breath on my butt and looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He'd dropped to a knee and was kissing the bare skin of my behind. With just his index fingers, Paul slid them underneath the G-string and methodically pulled it out from between my cheeks. Sliding the thin piece of fabric over the top of his right hand, he was able to push my fleshy bottom open, exposing my winking eye, without having to take the panties off. I tried my best, but it was impossible to suppress my moan when his tongue attacked my hole. "Mmmmm, fuuuffff, mmmm, fuuuuffuuckkkkk." The emotional feeling wasn't the same as when I was with Jake, but there was no denying Mr. Haney knew how to give a good rimming. I could feel my cock wanting to expand, as the cage denied its efforts. After about five minutes of working me over, Mr. Haney stood, leaving my hole sloppy wet with spit. "Yum you're tasty." I didn't move when I heard his pants and belt buckle hit the floor. I knew what was coming next and braced myself. When I saw the opened condom wrapper land on the couch cushion next to me, I knew I was only seconds away from Paul fucking me. This was not how I'd finished my dreams when I imagined this moment, but nevertheless, I had fantasized about it. "Ohhhh, huh, oh God, oooohhh, mmmm," I muffled my moan, by biting my forearm as the tip of his cock entered me. "Oh, Holy hell. How did my son even last as long as he did is such a velvety tight hole?" Mr. Haney asked rhetorically. My fingers were clawed at the wall as he slid into me. He took his time, but there was no question Paul's cock was thick. Even riding on Jake's massive tool, I had seldom felt this full. I had no idea what its length truly was, but when Mr. Haney's pubes smashed into my bubble butt, I knew I had a man's dick inside me. Taking just a second to pause, with his rigid prick buried to the hilt, Mr. Haney took a tight grip of my hips. That single act told me everything I needed to know about how this sex was going to go. Hard and fast. "FUUUUCKKKKK, fuck, fuck, Jesus, huh, huh, ah, ah, damn, shit, mmmm fucckkkk, huh, huh," I wailed as he pounded my ass. Mr. Haney rode me hard for at least ten minutes, the room filling with the sounds of his large balls smacking onto the back of my smooth legs. We were both perspiring when I heard him finally say something. "God damn, God, damn, uhhhh, yeah fuck, take it, take it, you dirty little slut." I could feel his cock pulsing in me, confirming he was cumming. Even though I was glad his cock was covered, I missed that feeling of warmth you got when the cum filled your used love canal. I gave a high-pitched moan when he pulled his still, very sizable cock from my clutching anal lips. It took a while for both of us to catch our breaths afterwards. Just from the motion of standing back up, the tension on the G-string pulled the back of the garment back into the valley of my ass, where it settled in. "Now that was a good fuck," Mr. Haney said, sitting on the edge of his desk while finishing what was left of his watered-down scotch. As I stood there trying to get my bearings, I looked down at Mr. Haney's cock. It was finally starting to shrink but still covered by the cum-filled rubber. The sight of his wet, veiny, spent cock, which was just inside me, made everything so real. I concluded I was ready to end this. "We're done now, right? I've done everything you asked of me. I want out of this thing," I said, pulling up the front of the silk nighty. "Yeah, sure. Give me just a sec." My hole twitched a bit as I watched him pull the used condom off his shriveled cock and throw it into the trash. Without taking the time to pull his pants and underwear up, he shuffled back to his desk and grabbed a key from the top drawer. "Sit down on the couch," Mr. Haney said, shuffling back around the desk. I'd let my weight just drop into the couch, as I pulled up on the nighty, exposing my unfairly bound cock. As he shuffled toward me, Mr. Haney stopped and hit the shutter release button on the camera, taking one last photo.I kind of rolled my eyes at him, as it was my only true recourse since I was still at his mercy. With his cock still flapping about, he knelt in front of me and took my caged cock into his hands. Before unlocking it, I watched as he ran his thumb over the front slot of the plastic contraption. "Looks like it wasn't all horrible," he said with a wicked smile, as he's pulled back his thumb, showing a string of precum draping from it to the tip of the plastic restraint. "You know I can make sure this ends well for both of us?" he said, giving my newly freed cock a gentle squeeze. Even with his hand around my aching penis, I still found the strength to stand. "I really need to get home, and you said you were going to delete everything off your phone," I said, while backing my way toward the bathroom. "You're right. Fair enough. You go change, and I'll grab my phone," Mr. Haney said. He made a loud sigh as it clearly took a bit of effort for him to stand back up, as I closed the bathroom door. "Is it over, over?" I asked as I sat in Mr. Haney's Mustang at the corner of the street my house was on. I'd watched him delete the texts and photo from his phone, and now he'd just given me a ride as far as I'd let him take me. "This incident is over. I'm sure Adam won't talk about it to anyone, and now there's no longer any proof it ever happened. Well, unless you turn up pregnant nine months from now with my sons' baby," Mr. Haney said, snickering at his own joke. "I'm going to assume there's no chance for us to meet up again, but should you ever get an itch as you did on Halloween, give me a call and I'll scratch it for you," he said as I was stepping out of his car. I didn't even turn around to reply as I shut his door with authority behind me. I still had another hour before my mom was to get home, and while I desperately wanted to take the hottest shower I could stand, it wasn't the first thing I did. Stripping off my pants and hoodie, I jumped onto my bed wearing just the purple panties and the white bobby socks. I figured Mr. Haney shouldn't be the only one to come away with a souvenir. Tucking the silk underwear just below my swollen testicles, I relived my recent fuck session. It only took minutes for me to let loose a massive load onto my neck and upper chest. Friday, for the most part, went by fast. My mom was able to take time off work and come to my dive meet. I did pretty well, getting fourth out of all the divers. Andrei regained his form and took first, while Rob really stepped up his effort and came in second. During the past week, Jake had texted me letting me know he'd landed a professional photoshoot for a friend of his. His friend worked for a company that made sports clothes and they were releasing a new line of wrestling gear. Jake said, after my class with Kristen, I'd be modeling a line of singlets and headgear for the company, which would get posted on their website. The shoot didn't pay as much as the ones we'd recently done, but it was an honest client and a way for both of us to get our names out there. Because this shoot was legitimate, Jake had me get my mom to sign a release form. It was at the same time I'd asked about modeling for Kristen. So, I wasn't shocked when she questioned where this sudden desire to model was coming from. For the first time in a while, I told my mom the truth. I saw it as only a natural transition from behind the camera to in front of it. I reminded her that she already knew I'd been helping Jake with his photography for a while now, and as a bonus, both modeling gigs were offering to pay me. And, well, who didn't need money? My mom saw the logic in both and said if I was good with it, she was too. Mrs. Kleiner offered her art class at the local YMCA. So, on Saturday morning, with the rain still coming down, my mom dropped me off, before having to go into work for a quick staff meeting. The lobby of the building smelt like an old musty library. A handful of people, mostly elderly, passed me as I was making note of the room number Mrs. Kleiner had written down for me, against the directory board I was looking at. Standing in front of room 16, I quietly knocked on the closed door, not exactly sure what I was to do. Mrs. Kleiner opened the door and ushered me in. "Hi Blake, glad you could make it." As adults go, Mrs. Kleiner had such an easy-going personality that she was just fun to be around. I think a lot of it had to do with the way she dressed. Today she met me at the door in a pair of blue jean overalls covered in paint splatters, with a tight white tank top underneath that showed off her assets. She was barefoot, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and a rolled bandanna tied as a headband. "Yeah, of course," I said stepping into the room. The room looked like a typical school classroom but was empty of desks and furniture. Instead, evenly spaced throughout the room, were people standing behind their art easels. I don't know why I figured the class was for older people, but I did. So, it was a bit of a surprise when I saw kids I knew from school. Jessica and Brianna were girls I knew from math, and standing in the front of the class was Alex, Lucas' friend, and now mine. I gave him a smile and a nod of the head, happy, but shocked to see him. The rest of the class consisted of seven more people,both male and female and ranging across the board on age. "If you're ready, I'll have you change first, then I'll introduce you to the class. Sound okay?" Mrs. Kleiner asked, quietly enough so only I could hear. "Yeah, sounds fine Mrs. Kleiner," I said, smiling and waving at Jessica and Brianna. "It's Kristen. We're away from school, and you can just call me Kristen. Here, take this bag. At the end of the hall you'll find the bathrooms where you can change. In the bag is a robe, so you don't have to walk back in just the briefs," Kristen said, handing me a brown paper grocery bag. "Oh, okay, yeah sure," I said looking at the bag and then Alex and the girls. "Is there a problem Blake?" Kristen asked, noticing my hesitation. "No, I guess I just wasn't expecting, um, well, it's nothing, never mind," "You thought this class would be full of old ladies, didn't you? You weren't expecting to see kids from your school, were you?" she asked. "No, not really," I said holding the bag a little tighter in my grip. "I know you've modeled in less, for Jake. And think of this just like a dive meet. You walk around in those speedos all the time and think nothing of it. This will be no different. Once we get started, you'll settle in, and then in a couple hours, it will be all over," Kristen said, opening the door and ushering me into the hallway. I walked down to the bathroom, repeating in my head what Kristen had said. By the time I was in the stall opening the bag, I was feeling better about doing this. I was less certain when I pull the briefs out of the bag, however. They were brand new, and the package's called them modeling briefs. The packages description said they were men's sportive briefs with high leg cut, mid-waist fit, soft stretch cotton, invisible nude color, made of mostly cotton, with just a little bit of Spandex. To me, they just seemed to be a thinner version of a beige pair of speedos. Inside the bag, along with the briefs, was a white robe. I took a deep breath, told myself I could do this, and proceeded to change. The briefs clung to me much like a speedo but were soft like my regular underwear. My skin tone was a little darker than the briefs, but I could see why they were called nude. As I walked into the classroom, Kristen met me at the door, "Everything fit alright?" I just nodded. She then walked me in front of the group and introduced me. Next she had me move back to a stool that was sitting on a little platform that was about a foot high. I was positioned on the stool so that my right leg was stretched out with toes touching the floor. My left leg was bent; my left foot resting on one of the rungs of the stool. Kristen grabbed my robe and, without asking, started to remove it. I was now sitting mostly naked facing a group of people I didn't know. Well, for the most part, I didn't know them. Jessica and Brianna were looking me up and down, with little smiles on their face. Brianna shot me a wink, which made me shift my eyes away from her before I started blushing. My eyes then scanned the room, noticing that most had already started working on their sketch of me; most, but not Alex. When my eyes stopped on him, he was just staring at me. He wasn't drawing, he was just staring as he chewed on his bottom lip. Kristen placed my hands so that they were on the back of the stool, forcing me to lean back a little, and affectively pushing both my chest and crotch out for the class to observe and draw. From there, Kristen walked behind her own easel and started drawing. About five minutes into it, I noticed everyone was pretty focused on their drawings, and as Kristen said, I eventually settled in. I actually started wondering what each of the pictures they were drawing looked like. Being right in front, I kept glancing at Alex who kept making eye contact with me and smiling. I never noticed it before, but in the well-lit room, Alex really had the most amazing blue eyes. Throughout the session, Kristen would stop the class and point out little things about my body to the class. Things like how the lighting was causing shadows on my stomach, just under my pecs. At times I would get a little self-conscious as her glossy red fingernail pointed and touched little imperfections on me. But, before I knew it, she was calling the class to an end and handing me my robe. With class over, everyone came up and thanked me. One older lady whispered in my ear how beautiful she thought I was, and that based on the way the two girls my age were chatting, I'd have no problem getting a date. Not knowing how to respond, I simply thanked her. When the girls walked up, they thanked me quickly, saying they'd see me at school on Monday. Alex was the last to walk up. "Dude, I didn't know you were into art," I said, as we did our usual fist bump. "Yeah, I've been taking private lessons with Mrs. Kleiner for about a year now. How, um, long have you been helping her out?" he asked. "First time. I have her art class third period, and she asked if I'd like to model for her. It's kind of weird, but the pay is good," I said, trying to play it cool. I wasn't certain if Lucas had ever mentioned modeling for Jake, but I wasn't going to bring it up. "Well, thanks for doing this. You were a really good model. I, I mean, like you didn't move much," Alex said, biting his lip again. "Thanks. It was pretty easy," I said. "Cool, well I hope you'll do it again." He quickly spun on his heels and started taking down his easel. Watching him pack up, I wondered why I didn't know Alex liked art. I had probably mentioned a million times at lunch what I was working on in art class, and I couldn't remember him once of him bringing it up. I was about to walk over and ask to see what he had drawn when Kristen put her hand on my shoulder. "Thanks again, Blake. It sounds like the class really appreciated you being here, especially some of the women, and I think some of the boys as well," she said, nodding toward Alex. Before I could say anything, not that there was anything to say, Kristen continued on. "Perhaps, you're up for coming back next weekend, and we'll let the class finish their work. Either way, you should hurry up and change, as I promised Jake I would have you over to his house by noon." I agreed and ran down to the bathroom to change. Kristen drove me over to Jake's place and dropped me off outside the gate. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and thanked me again before she sped off. Walking up the drive, I saw two vehicles in the driveway. The first was Diego's car, which made me smile and made sense that Jake would ask a wrestler to model wrestling gear. The next was John's truck and I wondered what he was doing here. I worried that he'd told Jake that I was drunk that night. Knowing who was in the house, I knocked on the door instead of walking right in. I'm sure Jake wouldn't have cared, but I didn't need John thinking I felt that comfortable at Jake's place, that I could walk right in. "Hi, Blake. Right on time. How'd the modeling for Kristen go?" Jake asked, as he ushered me in. "Great," was all I could get out before I was lovingly attacked by Sam and Logan. Between Logan running up and hugging me, and Sam jumping upon us both, I almost collapsed right there in the entry. "What the hell Freshie, not even a hello to your friend?" Diego said while sitting at the kitchen bar top. "Dude, I'm trying not to fall on my butt here, give me a sec," I said as everyone in the room started laughing. That included John, who was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer. Soon enough, Jake had Sam back outside, and we were all down in the studio. The photoshoot area had a brand-new white wrestling mat on the floor, and the background was once again the green screen I had taken so many photos in front of previously. With John and Logan joining us, I knew there would be a change to the protocol, as I'm sure Jake didn't expect us to shower first; although the idea of a shower with Logan and Diego sounded quite nice. Jake held up a singlet, which was solid black with a gray outline of a wolf on it. His friend's company focused on Youth apparel and this was their new line called 'wolf pack'. He then went on to explainwhat we were all doing there, as the brand wanted to show it catered for all sizes. "Alright boys, the changing screen is over there. I've laid out each of your sizes and stacked them in the colors I'd like to see each of you start with first. Logan, if changing behind the screen is too much, we can always move your stuff to the bathroom." Jake said. "He'll be fine changing with the other boys," John said, answering for Logan. Logan seemed just fine by it anyway, but I could see Diego wasn't thrilled at being called a boy, even though I'm sure John meant no disrespect from it. Behind the screen, there were three piles of singlets, headgear, and shoes, each with our names on it. Without hesitation, Diego and I started stripping down to our underwear. Logan paused for a second, as he stood there, almost frozen. I felt for the little guy, as I'd been in quite a few spots recently where it was quite intimidating to be revealing so much of yourself in front of others. "Don't worry buddy," I told him. "We're all guys here. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Hell, you're the cutest of the three of us, no matter what Diego says." My comment caught Diego's attention. He was already pulling on the first singlet and hadn't even noticed what Logan and I were doing. Seeing Logan, still dressed and just standing there, Diego played off my comment to help ease the boy's nerves. "Yeah little dude, don't you worry, we're all guys here. Well you and I are, he's just a pimple-faced Freshie, who's jealous of our good looks." That comment got the nine-year-old to laugh. Soon after, he shucked his shorts and shirt and grabbed the singlet he was to wear. Logan was a cutie for sure. He was clearly in that age, where he was just old enough to no longer want cartoon characters on his underwear, but his choice was still briefs'. He was wearing an orange pair, which hugged his cute little butt nicely. For some reason, even though Jake had us change outfits seven more times, this shoot went pretty fast. I guess when you take out the sexual theme of a shoot, it goes much quicker. I did find it interesting that John pulled out his camera phone and snapped a couple of photos for himself. He definitely was fond of the ones where Jake had me on all fours in the down position common to wrestling with Logan in the up position behind me. The best part of the shoot was when Jake let me jump behind the camera. It was a blast directing the Diego and Logan into different positions. A couple of times during the shoot, I wondered how Diego made it through his matches at school without popping a boner. I definitely made a mental note that I needed to go to more of the wrestling matches at school. The way the singlets clung to our bodies, it left very little to the imagination. Logan had a perfect little butt, and the cutest of bulges in front. By 3pm we were all done and back in our regular clothes as we said our goodbyes. Jake made a show of saying he'd drive me home so that everyone would hear. Then, when everyone was heading to their cars, Jake all of sudden forgot something in the house, giving John and Diego time to leave, and me a reason to head back into the house with him. Like the days of past, Jake met me on the other side of the door with a huge kiss. Picking me up, he carried me to the living room and dropped me on his couch. It wasn't long after that I was naked, with my cock in his loving mouth. Soon after, I straddled his lap and slowly lowered myself onto his massive tool. It was my favorite way to fuck. It didn't take long before I was receiving Jake's huge load of cum. Sitting on the couch, both clad in only our boxers, I curled up under his arm as we watched some TV. It was peaceful and quiet, and it just felt right. "I love you, Jake." "I love you too little cub." "Um, do you a, remember when you told me about that boy who was the son of the man you lived with?" "Yeah, Sasha." "Yeah, well I think there's something you should know about him." Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please think about letting me know. (Tony at tfreitas62@yahoo.com).