Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2020 22:47:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3-2-1 Smile - Chapter 15 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 15 – Motion Picture Recap of the end of Chapter 14 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." ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 15 – Motion Picture "Uh, uh, huh, huh, oh, yes, yes, mmmm, fuck me harder." "Oh shit, so good, oh, fuck, yeah, damn, huh, you're so tight." "Oh yes, that's it, that's it, huh, drive your cock into me. Oh, my, God." "Mmm, oh dude, huh, dude, oh damn, fuck, fuck, so close, so close." "Oh fuck, wait, wait, shit, it's my mom! Fuck, oh God, wait, wait." "She can't, huh, see, huh, us. Oh man, dude, fuck Lucas, I'm about, huh, about to cum," Andrei said, as his 6-1/2 inch hard shaft launched a load of cum into the reservoir tip of the latex condom. Lucas was riding Andrei's cock cowboy style as he bounced up and down on the pulsing dick inside him. "You sure, ah, mmm, my mom can't, huh, see me?" Lucas asked as he held onto the windowsill next to the bed for balance. "Have you ever seen me?" Andrei asked, giving Lucas' hole a final thrust of his cock. "Fair, oh jeez, enough. Oh God, yes," Lucas moaned as Andrei started jacking him off. Having sex as he watched his mom picking up the dirty clothes off his bedroom floor through the windows was definitely a first for Lucas. After getting over the initial panic of seeing her, his attention returned to what Andrei was doing to him. So much so, he quickly found himself arching his back as he shot a massive load across Andrei's chest. "Oh FUCK! Yes, yes, yes, fuuuuhhhhuuuuckkkkk meeeeee." "Wow. So, let me get this straight; Sasha, I mean Andrei, is on your dive team and you're good friends with him? And, on top of that he's gay and is dating Lucas. Did I get it all?" Jake asked. "Pretty much," I said, with both of us still sitting on the couch in just our underwear. "But he has no idea about you and me, or the photoshoots with Lucas, right?" Jake was positioned with his back against the armrest of the couch as he took this all in. "Correct. Andrei doesn't know anything about that. But Lucas knows about you and Andrei, and he promises not to mention anything about the shoots or knowing you." Jake gave a little shake of his head, "Crazy how this all worked out. I mean I kind of guessed you'd cross paths being you go to the same school, and both of you like the pool. But you becoming his friend, and Lucas now dating him, damn, that's kind of a mind fuck, you know?" "I know. That's why I felt I had to tell you. Are you okay with it all?" "Just a lot to absorb. But, yeah, I think it's kind of cool that you know each other." "Do you ever think about seeing him again?" I asked. Jake took a deep look into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts, and whether or not my question had an ulterior motive. "I hadn't really thought about it since the last time you brought him up. Like I said then, his mother really wanted nothing to do with me, and I didn't want to give Sasha any more grief than he was already dealing with." "I get it. But he's older now and maybe he'd like to see you," I said, giving an innocent little shrug. "I guess I didn't think about it that way. I don't know, I suppose if he wanted to see me then yeah, I'd meet with him. But if he doesn't know about you and me, then how would I ever find out if he wanted to?" Jake asked. "If I can make it happen without telling him about our more personal photoshoots would you say yes then?" "I, I guess. But I have to ask why you're pushing for this to happen?" Jake asked, putting his hand on my thigh. "I'm tired of keeping secrets. You two loved each other at one time, and I now understand what kind of love that was. Now I love you, and I'm friends with Andrei; so, it's killing me that I'm the bridge between you too," I said, putting my hand on top of his. "I don't even know what to say. I can't even imagine how you're going to approach the subject with him." "Well, it's a good thing your boyfriend is pretty smart," I said, giving Jake a wink. "You know my boyfriend Thomas?" I threw myself into his lap pretending to be outraged, as we wrestled our way into another deep kiss. Back at home, it felt good not having to completely lie to my mother about where I'd been. There was no need to put on my grungy, `shed cleaning', outfit when I left Jake's house this time. It also felt good letting Jake know about Andrei. I hoped Lucas didn't mind that I told Jake about his relationship with Andrei. It wasn't my intent, but it just came out when I was spilling the beans, so to speak. But now I knew I had to let Lucas know what I did, or I'd just be swapping one secret for another. After a good toke off of Captain Kush, I spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how I was going to get Jake and Andrei in the same room. I just knew it would make Jake happy to see him again. So, it became my mission to make it happen. "What's up dude?" "That's what I was going to ask you," Lucas said from his desk in Mr. Bubl's class. "What do you mean?" I asked, a little thrown off by Lucas' questioning tone. "Dude, what did you do to Alex? He hit me up with like a million questions about you on Sunday. Is Blake dating anyone? Does Blake have any siblings? Do I know Blake's favorite music? Does Blake,does Blake, does Blake, fuck he wouldn't stop texting me about you," Lucas said, in a hushed voice so only I could hear. "Really?" "Yeah, it fucking got annoying. Seriously, why's he all of sudden got a man crush for you?" "I don't know. I saw him in Mrs. Kleiner's art class this weekend and that was it." I said defensively. Lucas looked around to make sure no one heard him, "When did you start taking art classes on the weekend; I thought you modeled for Jake on Saturday's?" "I do. I wasn't taking her class; she asked me to be the art model for a couple hours." Lucas sat back in his chair with a smirk on his face, "Ah, there it is. What were you wearing?" he asked accusingly. "Um, a beige speedo," I said, confused as to why that even mattered. Lucas started laughing until he was reprimanded by Mr. Bubl which ended our quiet conversation. It drove me nuts not being able to ask Lucas what he found so funny. Alex's texts made no sense to me and me modeling in speedos didn't seem funny or out of the norm at all. Clearly, Lucas and I had done riskier things than that. Throughout the class period Lucas would just look at me and start giggling again. I was dying to know what the inside joke was but had to wait till the bell rang. As soon as it did, I stood ready to ask my questions, but I was stopped by the interruption of Mr. Bubl calling us both to his desk. I figured he'd had enough of our disruptive behavior and we were about to hear it from him. "This won't take long. I was just wondering if you two, since you seem to like my Friday riddles so much, would like one that's a little more challenging? A riddle, that's just for you two to figure out?" Thrown off by Mr. Bubl's question it took me a second to respond, "Um, yeah sure. That sounds cool," I said, looking at Lucas to see if he felt the same. "Awesome. Is this extra credit?" Lucas asked. "No. Just a fun little riddle for the two of you, and only the two of you. It has an adult theme and might not be appropriate for your parents to see. Are you okay with that?" Mr. Bubl asked with a cheeky smile. Well, he had our attention now. It was one of the reasons so many students adored him; his ability to speak to us students as if we were already adults. Returning Mr. Bubl's cheeky smile, Lucas and I both nodded agreeingly. With that we were handed an envelope and sent on our way with a final instruction from Mr. Bubl, "Remember, this is just for the two of you." How quickly things had changed. As we entered the hallway the contents of the envelope were all I could think about. When we finally got to a space where we felt secluded enough for privacy, Lucas opened it. Holding a three-by-five card Lucas quietly read out loud the riddle: 'As the tide comes and goes, So too does the seed that flows. Brought forth by a gentle wave A force that pulls like the moon each day. Shot out with the force of the ocean's furry, To land on distant shores with merry. Sometimes I bring the breath of life, But often lost to the sea at night.' What am I? After Lucas was done reading, we looked at each other and both shrugged. It was clear this riddle was going to take more time then we could give to it right now. Running to my next class, I finally remembered I still wanted to know what he'd found so funny about me modeling in Mrs. Kleiner's class. At the beginning of lunch period I found Lucas and caught up with him before we all gathered at our table. "Dude, why were you laughing so hard in Mr. Bubl's class?" "What? Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Look, Alex has never come out and said one way or the other if he like's guys or not; but I've always had my suspicions. I was laughing because of course of all the kids at this school it would be you strutting around in a speedo that would make him jump out of the closet." I was still a bit confused, but before I could say anything we were swallowed up by a crowd of hungry kids looking to get food. Until recently we each had our normal spots at our designated lunch table. On one side of the rectangle table it went Josh, Mike, and Lucas. On the other side it went Alex, Diego, Andrei and then me. Even though the rest of the group didn't know the real reason for the change, when Andrei started sitting next to Lucas, the sitting arrangement shifted. It now went, Mike, Josh, Andrei, and Lucas on one side, and Diego, Alex, and then me on the other. A change I hadn't truly appreciated until now. In the short time since having met Alex he'd changed quite a bit. He'd probably grown an inch or two and no longer had the spikey hair. It was longer now and wavy with it covering one side of his forehead and part of his eyebrow. He looked thinner although I wouldn't say he'd lost weight, just that the added height thinned him out. He had a slender face where everything tapered perfectly into his chin, which had the cutest of dimples. His blue eyes were striking and reminded me of the water at Crater Lake in Oregon. In the past I hadn't really made much note of Alex, but today I noticed everything. Sitting so close to me, I could smell the wonderful scent of his cologne. It had the essence of a light, earthy note that smelled good to me. He was wearing faded blue jeans and an Ed Sheeran black hoodie, with the Divide logo on it. Alex was quite shy and didn't speak much; today was no different. However, much like in the art class, he kept looking at me and smiling. Leaning a bit closer to him, I spoke only loud enough for Alex to hear, "So, you like Ed Sheeran?" He seemed a bit thrown off at first that I had spoken to him, but seemed happy that I had. "Yeah." "Cool, I like him too. Especially his latest: the Number 6 album." "Yeah, that one's cool. But I really like the Divided album. I really like the `Put it all on me' song," Alex said, biting his lip again. "Oh yeah, me too. That song's hot," I said, watching his reaction. I was about to ask him if he'd been to a concert when all of sudden, I felt a pain in my shin. I looked up and saw Lucas wiggle his eyebrows at me. I shot him a questioning look, wondering why he kicked me. When I turned back to Alex, he was eating his homemade sandwich, and his attention was no longer on me. I was about to let the conversation drop, but of course Lucas was there to start it back up, "So Alex, Andrei and I were thinking about heading over to the theater on Friday; it's showing the Matrix on the 3D jumbotron, want to go?" Lucas asked, quiet enough that the rest of the group didn't hear. "Yeah, that sounds like fun," Alex replied, looking at Lucas and then back to me. Lucas had a devilish smile, which I knew meant he had something up his sleeve, "Cool. How about you Blake, your free right, I mean after our meet is over?" His question seemed more of a confirmation that I was good to join them, than an actual question of if I would. I was about to say I was busy, but when I looked over at Alex and saw the happy, puppy dog look on his face, how could I say no? "Oh, um, yeah, no I don't have anything going. Sounds cool." Lucas, never one to walk on the conservative side, closed the deal in a way that made the rest of us uneasy. "Perfect, it's a double date." Immediately, Andrei had a look of worry that others had heard Lucas' comment. Alex nearly choked on the food in his mouth. And I, having known Lucas for so long, just rolled my eyes, accustomed to the little games he liked to play. Thankfully, we were all saved by the bell. After science class, I caught back up with Lucas in PE. "Dude, what was that shit at lunch?" I asked, as I walked up on him taking off his shirt. Shoving it into his locker, Lucas just smiled, "I don't know what you're talking about." "Ha, ha. Bullshit you don't. `Double date' ring any bells? And, what the fuck, why are you pushing Alex on me? You know I love someone else," I said, knowing Lucas would pick up on who I was talking about without me having to say Jake's name. "I was just fucking around with that whole double date comment, jeez. Between you and Andrei, you'd have thought I was waiving a rainbow flag at the table for the whole school to see. And as for Alex, you know how close I am to him; I've known him since the first grade," Lucas said, before taking a deep sigh and continuing, "His parents are extremely religious and strict. Because of it, it takes a lot to get Alex to even speak up or come out of his shell. Seeing him get excited about you was awesome, although, annoying at times. I'm just trying to encourage him to keep going with his feelings. So, yeah, I know you're spoken for, but I thought you had a deal that if it was a boy your age, it was all cool? And, it's not like I'm asking for you to be his boyfriend. Just, maybe show him it's okay to have a little fun, you know?" Lucas said with genuine care in his eyes. "Okay. But, if he presses the issue, you know I'll have to tell him I'm in love with someone else." Lucas stood up from the locker room bench, pulling his gym shorts up completely. "Understood. But maybe, just maybe, you two might have a little fun before then," Lucas said, giving me a little wink. I let Lucas in on the conversation I had with Jake during our down time in PE. After a few seconds of digesting the info he seemed fine with it. He did perk up when I mentioned my goal of trying to get Jake and Andrei into the same room. Lucas said he'd start thinking about it as well, and with a smile and a handshake there were now two of us focused on getting Jake and Andrei reunited. My diving coach must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed because we spent all of practice running laps on the college's indoor track. Being high school kids on a college campus generated plenty of stares from the regular students on a normal day. Today we were definitely getting more attention than average, especially Amanda. Coach hadn't mentioned we'd be running so all of us had dressed in our swimsuits as if we were diving. Thankfully, the coach was gracious enough to allow us to throw a t-shirt over our swimsuits before we hit the track. But, with our school shirts covering our speedos, it looked like we were all running with nothing on below. The idea of it made me smile during the first lap; I had no appreciation for it by the twelfth. It was quite clear Rob was not a fan either after serveral laps of hearing some of the college guys whistling at his girlfriend. Having been ages since I'd ran that much, I was dead tired after practice. I knocked out my homework quickly and was looking forward to a nice relaxing evening. I received a text from Jake just after dinner. His texts always put a smile on my face. He informed me that he had a scheduled conference call with the client set up for tomorrow and wanted to shoot some ideas past me. I loved them all and was sporting a massive hard on when I finally texted him goodnight. With plenty of mental stimulation now, I closed my eyes and started imaging Jake's mighty rod plunging into me. About a minute into my jerk off, my mind started seeing Alex's cute smile from our lunch session. Soon thereafter, my wicked brain had remembered what Lucas had said about Alex's family, and now I was picturing Alex naked getting spanked by a priest. I was just about to stick my cock into his moaning mouth when I shot my load so hard it hit me on the chin. "Any luck with the riddle boys'?" Mr. Bubl asked as Lucas and I walked into class on Wednesday morning. Not one to mince words, Lucas responded in typical fashion, "Fuck, that riddle is ridiculously hard. I even tried Googling it and got nothing." "Well, it is a hard one, that's for sure. And, no surprise your google search got you nowhere, it's one from my private collection and you won't find it online," Mr. Bubl said with a chuckle. "Can you at least give us a clue?" I asked. "Hmmm, well, like most riddles this one is dripping with clues as it is. And that's all you'll get from me. Oh, except for a reminder that this is just for us and no one else," Mr. Bubl said, his voice emphasizing the word 'dripping' as he spoke. "Well, that really didn't fucking help me at all," Lucas said as we headed to our seats. "Mr. Hawking, perhaps you've used enough F-bombs this morning, perhaps save some for the other classes. What do you say?" "Oh, don't worry Mr. Bubl I have plenty. But I hear what you're saying," Lucas said, as everyone in the class laughed together. "Well, good to know on both accounts." I was walking to my second period class, when I saw Alex at his locker. He was wearing a red hoodie, light-grey plaid cargo shorts that went past his knees, white no-show ankle socks, and an old school pair of red and blue colored vans. There was nothing spectacular about his outfit, it just fit him well. While Alex wasn't blessed with a bubble butt like me, his was still quite nice and the pair of shorts he was wearing made it pop even more. So much so, I found myself subconsciously heading toward him. "Oh, um hi Blake. What's up?" Alex asked, noticing I was standing right behind him. Hearing him speak snapped me out of my trance. "Oh, uh I was, um, you know, just wondering, um, how that picture you did of me came out?" I cringed inside after asking such an awkward question. However, Alex lit up a bit. "I like it so far. Just haven't been able to finish it." Now Alex had my interest piqued. "Oh, why's that?" "Oh, um, well I kind of was only able to sketch your upper half before time was up last Saturday." "Ah, that sucks. Well I'd love to see what you have so far, and hell I could probably help you finish the bottom half." My eyes got big once my brain comprehended what I had just suggested. It was like my internal filter simply said fuck-it and let whatever slip past my lips. "Really, you'd um, I mean you'd want to see it?" Alex asked. I was stuck now, and there was no going back, "Yeah, I mean if it's cool with you. But I know some artists are pretty sensitive about sharing their work, so I get it if you aren't cool with me taking a look at it." I was hoping Alex would see my out and take it. But, he didn't, "Maybe after your dive meet on Friday, and before we head to the movie you could come to my place? If you want to, that is," Alex said, as we now stood in the almost empty hallway. "Sounds like a plan," I said, even though I had no idea what I'd just signed myself up for. The rest of the day went by fast. I spent most of practice listening to Andrei tell me how Lucas' wild side scared the shit out of him. From the sound of it, Andrei was the one wanting to keep the relationship quiet, and quiet was not Lucas' style. When Andrei wasn't unloading his feelings on me, I was trying to figure out how I would get Jake and him together. On Thursday I avoided Alex as much as I could. It wasn't that I wanted to, I was just afraid of what I would say next when I was in his presence. As it was, I had a date with him, and a private model shoot. One more word from me, and who knows what else I'd be offering him. "So, I think I might have a plan for getting Jake and Andrei into the same room," Lucas said as we sat in the auditorium bleachers waiting for our PE teacher to take roll count. "Seriously! Do tell." "Well, last night when I was in Andrei's car giving him..." "Jesus, I don't need all the details of what you two were doing. Just get to how we're getting them together," I said, cutting Lucas off before he dove into his sex life with Andrei. Lucas looked annoyed, as if I'd stopped him from telling the good part of his story. "As I was getting to, before I was rudely interrupted, Andrei shared with me that he'd been interested in getting back into photography. He mentioned his father was a photographer when he was alive, and that he wanted to check it out. Seems like there is an art exhibit next weekend at the fair grounds and wanted to know if I was into going with him. We could invite you to come with us, and I don't know, maybe a certain someone with the name Jake just happenes to be there as well?" Listening to Lucas recount his conversation he'd had with Andrei, I sat there imagining the meeting going down in my head, and at face value it seemed completely plausible. "Fuck dude, I think that can work. We'll have to figure out the details, but we could seriously make this happen," I said, fist bumping with Lucas. "When this little gay boy sees an opportunity, he pounces," Lucas said, chomping his teeth together like an animal. I broke out laughing, as we got up to start our class activity. I was in my last class of the day when I got a text from Jake. He'd had his meeting with the client and wanted to know if I had time to swing by his house after school to discuss it. I think I was typing yes before he even finished texting me his question. On the drive over to Jake's house I got to ride shotgun in Diego's Jeep for the first time. It seemed Mike had to stay after school, and work on his senior project. Two minutes into the trip, and the nonstop chatter of sexual innuendos coming from Diego was making me long for the back seat. If I had to watch him pretend to choke while sucking on Jake's cock one more time, I think I was going to actually reach over and choke him. "Hey Freshie, I wonder which lips will be red and puffy tomorrow. I guess we'll know by how you walk to the Jeep in the morning." Even though I was kind of laughing, I still flipped Diego the bird as he drove off. Walking into the entry, I was a little worried that Jake wasn't there to greet me. After loudly announcing my arrival a couple times throughout the house, I ventured to the only other place I knew Jake could be. Entering the garage from the kitchen, it appeared I was on the right track as I saw Sam resting on his dog bed. A couple of quick pats on his head, and I headed toward Jake's dark room. It had become a ritual that every time I passed his Harley, I would drag my index finger over the black leather seat. Jake always promised me a ride, but we'd yet to take one. The light outside the door was not on, noting if he was developing or not, but I knocked, nonetheless. Jake opened the door with the biggest smile on his face. "There's my sexy little cub." I always blushed when Jake spoke to me like that. I'd tried in the past talking provocatively like he did, and it just never sounded right coming from me. "Hey big bear." "Man, just seeing you, makes my day so much better. Give your big bear a kiss, before I lose control and ravish you right here on this metal table." Usually Jake's dark room was filled with a heavy chemical smell, making it a bad place to get frisky. Today there was little to no smell and seeing him always got my hormones boiling. "Both options sound good. Can't I choose both?" I said, winking at him. Jake growled and pulled me in by my arm as our lips pressed together. We stayed like this for a bit, our arms wrapped around each other, with his kisses going back and forth between my lips, neck, and ears. Time always stood still when I was in Jake's arms. Breaking the kiss, Jake stared deeply into my eyes, "I know over the past week I've been trying to teach you sexual patience but fuck I'm horny and need you so bad little cub. What do you say, do you have the time to scratch your big bears itch?" Jake was wearing a tight-fitting black polo shirt, khakis, and his brown leather work boots. He looked and smelled amazing, and even though I wanted to make him suffer like he had done to me during my `lesson', my desire for him was too much. "Fuck yeah!" "Good," was all Jake said before his hands went to the button of my jeans. There was a hunger in Jake's eyes that reminded me of myself on Halloween. With my blue jeans and grey boxer briefs shoved down to my ankles, Jake took hold of my hard cock and led me toward the computer table. In a move I wasn't expecting, Jake spat into his hand, stroked my rigid tool, and then forcefully pushed his pants down, before bending over the cold metal. "Fuck me little cub." I stood there in awe of his manly ass, as my right hand continued to pump my iron hard shaft. Apparently, my appreciation of his strong glutes was taking too long, and Jake became impatient. "Come on cub, come get some." With my pants around my ankles I shuffled forward with a newfound desire to breed the puckering hole in front of me. Never in my fourteen years on earth did I feel more like a man than in the moment I spat on Jake's wrinkled hole and took hold of his masculine hips. The angle was awkward as Jake had to seriously bend his knees to lower his ass to my height. Because of that, the first two attempts to enter him were unsuccessful. On the third try, his anal lips opened just enough to hook the tip of my dick. Taking a deep breath in, I steadied my thrust and finally pushed inside. "Ahhh, yeah, that's it little cub," Jake moaned. With a focused determination, I set out to show Jake I was more than just a little cub. With my cock only a few inches inside him I had the animalistic urge to give him the fucking he was looking for, no, demanded. So, in an uncharacteristic move for me, I reared back and slapped his ass. "Fuck!" Jake whaled, and in that brief moment I sunk my entire tool into him, forcing a loud moan from my big bear. Even though I was on my tippy toes, I gave his ass every ounce of my weight with each thrust. Between the small room, my olive-green hoodie, and me angry fucking Jake's ass, it took no time at all to bring forth a good perspiration. Jake was cheering me on as I pounded his hole. And, I'd love to say I lasted longer than ten minutes. But the truth is I was sprinting to the end, and when I felt myself getting close it was already too late to stop. "Shit, fuck, fuck, oh shit, I'm gunna cum, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, huh, huh, uhhhhhhhhhh." Hearing that I was about to climax, Jake's muscular arm set forth on jacking his massive cock while I had just started unloading my seed inside him. His aggressive pumping turned our sex into a rodeo romp if you will. I held onto his hips and did my best to keep from getting bucked out of his tight hole. With a huge moan that echoed in the tiny concrete room, Jake fired his wad of cum all over the wall and table, as my spent dick finally gave up on staying in his warm confines and slipped out. "Damn, I needed that," Jake said, standing back up. Without pulling his pants up, he took me by the back of the head and planted another deep tongue laden kiss on me, reminding me why I loved this man so much. "That was some good fucking little cub, you rode me hard," Jake said, as he pinched my nipple. "Stoooopppp," I called out in my youthful voice while stumbling back to avoid further pain. Even though Jake was treating me like a teenager again, I was still proud of the manly fucking I'd just given him. "Okay, let's get down to business," Jake said, as we both pulled up our pants and underwear. Walking over to his bar stool, Jake gave out a quiet moan of pleasure as he sat down. Spinning his laptop toward me, he began to go over my account. "Well now that you've quite successfully scratched my itch, let's take a look at your financial situation. I think we last looked at this after the bathtub shoot. Man, a lot has happened since then." Hudson Photography - BLAKE PATTERS Owed = $ 21,100 Blake's Personal Account Shoot # 10 - Superhero Underoos- Cat#XXX -$3,000 +$2,000 Shoot # 11 – Window Love Scene -Cat#XXX -$3,000 +$2,000 Shoot # 12 – Yin and Yang with Charles – Cat P -$2,500 +$2,000 Shoot # 13 – Wrestling Gear - Cat #3 -$ 150 –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– TOTAL Balance Owed = $12,450 $6,000 I studied the screen carefully. With each line I would relive the shoot in my head and smile as it left me beaming with pride at what I'd accomplished. "Wow, I really have six-grand in my account?" I asked. I knew I was making money, and making money was important to me, but I was astonished at how much I'd collected. Being that my mom paid for everything, I just hid the credit card away and never really thought about its balance. Seeing the number on the screen made me feel like I was a millionaire. "Yep. Not bad right. And your amount owed has dropped significantly as well. Which brings me to the next part of what I wanted to discuss with you; your next shoot for the client." "Oh yeah, which one did he pick? Did he like the idea of the strip teasing fire fighter? Oh, I bet he loved the idea of me in all leather, was it that one?" I asked, spitting out some of the ideas Jake had mentioned to me. "Uh, no." I cut Jake off, shocked the client didn't love the first two ideas, assuming he picked the only other idea left that Jake had pitched to me. "Did he really pick the one with me naked in a room full of puppies?" "No, not that one either. Actually, he never got to hear my ideas and kind of threw me a curve ball right out of the gate. He, um, well, he changed his mind about what he wanted. Now he's looking for a sex shoot," Jake said, gauging my reaction. The sudden change was a bit of a shocker, but then my brain sprang into action like only a teenaged boy could, and I quickly saw a plus side to it. "Oh. Wow, like a me and Charles sex scene?" I asked, trying to hold back my enthusiasm. "Yeah, that would be nice, but again no little cub. The client wants it to be you and an adult, and before you say it, yes Charles is an adult, but the client is looking for someone more mature." "Oh," was all I could say as I thought about some older guy fucking me. "That's why I wanted to talk to you before I agreed to it with the client. I know this kind of breaks our deal. I mean it would be for a photo shoot, but it's still with another man. I just want to make sure you're okay with it?" Jake asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. His comment was like a gut punch of guilt, as my head flooded with thoughts of my afternoon with Mr. Haney. Part of me wanted to tell him everything about that day, but then another hoped to God he never found out. In the end, I deflected the question like most do when they're not sure what to say. "Are you okay with it?" I asked. "I can't say I'm thrilled with the idea. I'd like to think I'm the only man that gets to be with you on that level. But I also know we're in sort of an open relationship, and I'll be there, so it's not like you'd be going behind my back." Jesus was Jake intentionally trying to make me feel like shit? I wasn't sure what to say to all that, so once again I pitched the ball back to him. "Have you been with other men? I mean it would be okay if you have, it is what we agreed to." With a little chuckle, Jake continued to allow me to avoid the spotlight by entertaining my last question. "Between work and photography, I barley have enough energy left to keep up with you. So, no I have not been with other men. How about you?" "Been with other men, um no. Why would you ask that?" I said, a bit defensively. "Other boys, have you been with other boys, is what I meant by that. I know you and Lucas fool around, but is there anyone else?" Jake asked, rephrasing the question. I saw no reason to lie on this answer, as it was what we agreed to. "I've had a couple hook ups with boys other than Lucas. But that's all they were, it's not like when I'm with you." "Was one of them Andrei?" Jake asked. "No. I didn't know he was gay, until he started dating Lucas." Jake paused for a second, almost as if hesitating to say what was on his mind, before he finally spit it out. "You're being safe right?" I rolled my eyes like any other teenager would do, and then lied straight to his face, "Yes Dad." It was a fair question, but there was no good answer. Hell, I'd sucked off some random mall employee, had a group of Boy Scouts with their mouths on my cock, bare backed Lucas a handful of times, forced a twelve-year-old to plow my ass, not to mention the number of sexual photoshoots I'd been in, where there wasn't a condom to be found. The only time protection was used was when I was essentially forced to have sex with Mr. Haney. So, yeah, I lied. "Okay, okay. Well we've gotten a bit off track. You never really answered my question; how do you feel about a shoot where another adult male has sex with you?" Jake said, bringing the conversation back to the beginning. "Hmm, I guess as long as you're there, then sure I'll do it." "Okay, I'll set it up. I kind of have an idea of who to ask, and perhaps a theme." "Who?" I asked, quite curious as to what guy Jake planned to pimp me out to. "Once I've worked out all the details, I'll bring you up to speed, I promise. Now, I need to get you home before your mom thinks you were abducted." I had just started to protest when Jake shot me a look letting me know he was not having it. I'd learned my lesson from the previous week and quickly shut up. It was never lost on me the effort my mom made for me. She worked tirelessly making sure that we had dinner almost every night together. I knew being a working, single mom was taxing, and I was sure I wasn't making it any easier for her. I had no choice about lying to her about my relationship with Jake. There was just no way she'd ever stand for it. But I was glad I had decided to tell her a few weeks earlier that Lucas and I were no longer together; but that we were still friends. I loved my mom very much, even if I didn't tell her often enough, and keeping the truth from her always made me feel bad. Even though I had no idea that Andrei and Lucas would start dating, I knew weeks before they got together that I couldn't keep the lie of Lucas and I being a couple going forever. In time there'd be no way of convincing my mom that we were dating, and I was glad I had decided to rip that band-aid off when I did. Now that they were dating, I was already seeing less and less of Lucas. Tonight, as we sat at the table enjoying a bowl of her delicious chili, I told her of my Friday plans. Apparently, my mention of Alex got her attention. And I was suddenly hit with a million questions from her as to who he was, and if I liked him. As I proceeded to explain it was Alex from my group of friends, it was clear I had not spoken much of him by her confused look. I spent the rest of dinner going over every boy in my close nit group of friends. Back in my room, I knew tomorrow was going to be a whirlwind of a day, and it started with me packing for it tonight. The plan was that after school Andrei would drive us to our meet, which thankfully was a home event at the local college. Afterwards, my mom would drop me off at Alex's place where we would wait for Andrei and Lucas to come get us. After a quick bite somewhere, we'd head off to the movies. Andrei would eventually drive me home at the end of the night. Staring into my open closet, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what I was going to wear. It was just four guys checking out a movie, but Lucas' words kept echoing in my head that this was a date. I knew for Andrei and him it was, but I had no idea what this meant to Alex. I finally decided on just a pair of black jeans, a plain white V-neck t-shirt, a red flannel long sleeve shirt, and my black vans. I struggled for the longest time with which pair of underwear to pack. In the end, I decided to be daring and went with my new pair of Big Boys brand low-rise briefs. They were solid green with navy blue trim. I loved that they had a specially tailored pouch that really accentuated my dick. Another benefit of telling my mom the truth, was now that she knew I was gay, there didn't seem to be any issue with me having fancy underwear. Once I had finalized my outfit, I spent the rest of the evening watching Thursday Night Football and finishing my homework. As expected, Friday took off like a shotgun blast. It started with getting shit from Diego and Mike on my way to school. Diego kept joking that since I was walking normal, I must be suffering from a sore throat, and even though it wasn't true, I was blushing so hard I couldn't talk, and that made them laugh even harder. At lunch, the talk was mostly about the day's swimming and dive meet, and the controversial call from the NFL game the night before. There was an underlying excitement about the movie, but since not everyone was invited, we tried not to offend anyone by talking about it too loudly. During lunch, Alex kept trying to grab quick glances at me, and each of them was met by a smile from me. After lunch, the rest of the school day flew by, and toward the end of my last period I was getting excited about my meet. The meet went well, and I was just a point behind Andrei, taking second overall while he again took first. Rob was way off his game and came in last. It was a definite help to have home `pool' advantage. After the meet, I tried to hurry up and change but was caught up in a lot of new distractions. Being a competition meet, the other team was in there changing, along with all of the normal college locker room action. It created plenty of stimulation for my wondering eyes. I even felt a couple of lingering eyes pointed in my direction as I pulled on my boxer briefs. I gave a quick smile when I caught Andrei winking at me. My mom was waiting for me in the parking lot to take me to Alex's place. His neighborhood was only a about a mile from Jake's place. And while the houses in this track of homes weren't as nice as the custom ones in Jake's neighborhood, it was obvious from just the outside appearances that Alex's parents did quite well for themselves. As we pulled up, my mom made a couple comments about how nice their house was, and then she said something that left me cringing. "Dang someone has some money. Are you sure he's just a friend? Nothing better than a good sugar daddy." "Mom!" Disgusted, I stepped out of the car looking back at her, wondering who that woman was. "What? I'm just saying it's nice to be treated well. Not like you have to marry him." "Mom!" I begrudgingly thanked her for the ride and promised I would be in before midnight. As soon as she was out of sight, I took another look at the house and wondered what was waiting for me inside. Before heading up the path to the door, I opened my backpack and pulled out my bottle of cool water cologne. I'd waited till now to put it on because I didn't want to give my mother any reason to start questioning me about who Alex was and what tonight really meant. And I was certainly glad I had after her recent comments. I was still trying to figure out where this evening with Alex was headed, I definitely didn't need my mom interrogating me. I had just pressed the doorbell when the door flung open, and Alex was there to greet me. He'd opened the door so fast it caught me off guard, and I wondered if he'd been watching me the whole time. "Hi Blake. Come on in." Right off the bat I could tell that Alex had showered and changed his clothes since I'd seen him at school. His black mop of hair was styled and combed over, with the slight sheen of just being washed. He wore styled blue jeans that had holes at the knees and thighs. His shirt was all black with horizontal stripes made of rainbow color thread that created a 3D pattern of a two-fingered peace sign. To finish it off, it looked like Alex was wearing white vans that were custom painted. Passing Alex in the entry way, I took a quick look around. "Thanks. Dang, awesome house." Standing in the entry, the house opened up straight into a great room. In that room were all your typical electronics, fireplace, bookshelves, and a large black leather sectional couch. From behind the couch cushions, two young girls popped their heads up to take a look at me. They looked to be a few years younger than Alex and me, and from the looks of it they also appeared to be identical twins. To the left of the room was a long hallway leading to the back of the house. To the right was the kitchen. It was from the kitchen area that I heard a voice call out, "Alexander is that your friend Blake?" "Yeah Mom." "Bring him here and properly introduce him," she said, in a tone all too familiar to a teenage boy; friendly enough to the ear but was clearly more of a command than a request. Following him into the kitchen, which was larger than even Jake's, I saw his mom working on what I assumed was to be their dinner. The fact that she was still in a grey women's' business suit suggested she had just gotten home from work. "Blake, this is my mom. Mom this is Blake," Alex said unemotionally. "Hi Blake. You can call me Mrs. Fields," she said, reaching out to shake my hand. "Really nice place you have here Mrs. Fields," I said as I shook her hand. Looking at her, I could see where Alex got his dark hair and perfect blue eyes from. "Thank you, Blake. Very kind of you to say. It's nice seeing Alexander having a friend over. He spends way too much time in his room alone. He needs some one like you to get him out of the house from time to time, or he'll never find a girl to be his wife," she said, as she slid something into the oven. "Lucas has been over her a million times, you know that. And why do I need to be looking for a wife now; I just turned fifteen." I watched as his mom's facial expression changed from pleasant to that of distain, as she slipped of her oven mitt just before replying to her son's rebuttal. "I'm not sure about that one anymore. And the good Lord does not reward the lazy." Alex lowered his head and took hold of my arm. "We'll be in my room, until Lucas and Andrei get here." With that he spun, and we left the kitchen. As we were making it to the hallway his mom call out for him to introduce me to the twins. Alex did so without stopping by nodding in their direction and telling me, "That's the twins." The whole exchange felt awkward as I followed him down the hall to his room. I chose not to bring up her comment about Lucas, but it definitely wasn't sitting well with me. Alex was quiet as he led me to his room. I noticed the hallway walls were adorned with pictures of the family and religious crosses. The largest of the pictures, a family portrait, I stopped to look at more closely, picking out a stern looking man standing in the background. "Is that your dad?" I asked, before he stepped into his room. "Yeah. He's still at work or I'd introduce him. Truthfully, he's always at work." "What's your parent's do for work?" I asked following him into his room. "My mom's a municipal court judge, and my father is a manager at a pharmaceutical research facility. The lab runs twenty-four seven, which means my dad is always on call." "Cool," was about all I could think to say. By the way Alex had little to say about his dad, it seemed his parents were just as Lucas had described them. As soon as I entered his room, Alex shut and locked the door behind us. "Sorry about my mom, she can be a bit much sometimes." "Well, at least they let you have a lock on your door. My mom would never go for that," I said, trying to change the mood. "I know crazy right. In one breath it's get out and do more with your life, and then in the other it's here's a lock for your room and then they leave me alone. Kind of been that way since my eleven-year-old sisters were born. Of course, if I don't jump when they knock or call for me, the shit hits the fan, but they almost never do." In a continued effort to lighten the mood and take what I felt was a deserved jab at Alex's mom for her treatment of Lucas, I mockingly imitated her: "Well young Alexander, you'll definitely not get a wife if that door is always locked." My rendition of his mother made us both laugh. My initial take of Alex's room was that it was pretty cool. It was huge, almost the size of my mom's master bedroom. His bed was much bigger than mine which made me quite jealous. But after a quick scan, I realized his room didn't have much to it outside of being huge and extremely tidy. There was a large desk in one corner, and next to it was an easel that was set up but lacking any artwork. A bookshelf filled with obviously books, some sci-fi action figures, and a couple of trophies were in the other corner of his room. Your typical white, five-drawer dresser was next, and that was it. There was one picture of the ceiling in the Sistine Chapel hanging on his wall, and nothing else. Even more shocking than the bare walls was the lack of electronics in the room. From what I could tell there was just the digital clock on his desk. And from the clock I'd noted we had about an hour to kill before Andrei and Lucas would show up. Alex was kind of leaning on his desk, as I sat on the edge of his bed. He seemed very shy and hesitant to talk. "Um, so you mentioned you'd let me see your drawing," I asked, trying to keep the conversation going. "Oh yeah. Okay, but you promise you won't laugh, right?" Alex asked. "Dude, I won't laugh. I know how hard being good at art is, and I totally respect people's efforts, especially a friends'," I said. I wasn't sure, but it seemed as if something had once again taken the wind out of Alex's sails, and I had no idea what is was this time. I worried though it was something I'd said. Thinking he was really concerned about me seeing his art, I tried to take back my request to see it. "It's cool too if you want to just keep it to yourself. I'm good with that." I'd hoped that would make him smile again, but instead there was an awkward pause before he finally spoke. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," I said, wondering if we were still talking about his art. "It's just, I mean, I've been wondering, you know, what Lucas said the other day." I knew right away what Alex was hinting at. "About this being a double date?" "Yeah. It's just that, I mean, I think we both know Lucas and Andrei are together, right?" "I wasn't sure you knew. Did Lucas tell you?" "No. It wasn't hard to figure out though. Lucas told me he was gay a long time ago, and over the last couple weeks you'd have to be blind not to see how Lucas and Andrei look at each other. Heck, Lucas has been pretty much sitting in Andrei's lap at lunch time. In truth, I thought at one point you and Lucas were dating. But now I'm wondering if I was wrong in thinking that?" Alex said, looking at me to see if he was off base for saying that. I knew what Alex was fishing for. The question we both wanted answers too, what did tonight mean to us? But I knew to answer that question, it meant outing myself to Alex. And if he didn't look so damn cute sitting there chewing on his lower lip, I might have had greater reservations. "Just between us, right?" I asked, even though I knew deep down Alex wasn't the type who would go blabbing. In truth I asked that because I needed the time to compose what I was going to say next. And seeing Alex nod, meant it was time for me to say it. "No, you're not far off. I mean Lucas and I have never dated, but we have fooled around," I said looking at Alex for his reaction. "Cool. Um, were you just experimenting?" "Hmm. No, I mean yes kind of, but more like friends with benefits." "Wow, that's really cool. Do you mind me asking, are you bi or gay?" "I'm gay. If you don't mind me returning the question, how about you? Will it be a wife or a husband?" I asked, knowing this was a major question for Alex. Alex looked down at his floor, almost as if he were searching for the answer. "Honestly, I guess I'd say I'm bi. I mean I like girls, a lot, but I also like guys too," Alex said, his eyes now looking off into the distance as if he was imagining people in his head that he found sexy from both sexes. Picking up on what Alex was saying I asked what seemed to be the next obvious question. "Have you ever been with a girl or a boy?" Alex looked at me and blushed a bit. "No." "That's cool. Everyone is at their own pace. Are you wanting to be in a relationship?" "Maybe. I mean if it was right. It's tough though. My mom makes it sound like I'm the one who's avoiding trying to meet other people, but they're the one who have so many rules. I'm sure it would be impossible to find a girl that would please them. I know there's no way they'd accept me dating a boy. I guess, that's why the idea of what you had with Lucas sounds really cool, you know, friends with benefits. That way I could maybe learn a little more about what I like without dealing with my folks, or worse, hurting someone's feelings. It's just tough, because even that really goes against what my family and the church teaches. How about you, are you looking for someone?" Now it was my time to look at the floor for my answer. I knew where my heart was, but how would I express it. "Hmm, well my situation is a bit unique. Again, this is just between us, but I'm in a relationship with an older guy right now. Old enough that if people found out he'd get into a lot of trouble. Because of that we have kind of have an open relationship. If that makes sense." Alex seemed confused by my answer, and I couldn't blame him. So, I wasn't shocked by his next question. "Do you love him?" "Yeah, I love him, and he loves me, but we can't have a normal relationship and he knows that. So, he's okay if I mess around with other guys my age, as long as I'm safe," I said looking at Alex, wondering how he'd feel about what I'd just said. "Wow! That's so cool." Then almost as if he'd truly registered everything I had said earlier, his eyes lit up. "Are you, um, looking for another friend, um, you know?" I smiled, realizing what Alex was hinting at. "I guess we'll see how the night goes. Now are you going to show me your art or what?" Alex gave me a bashful smile and then sprang into action like he'd just slammed a Red Bull. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Yeah, here it is, come take a look." I walked over to his desk and took a look at his drawing. The minute I saw it, I was amazed by his talent. Using what appeared to be pencil and colored pens, he'd sketched and colored me from the waist up in style like realistic anime. You could see he'd started a light sketching of my lower half, but that's where he stopped. "Damn, that's awesome dude. You're really good," I said, looking over Alex's shoulder. Alex turned which put his face really close to mine. There was a pause as we looked into each other's eyes. "You really like it?" "Oh yeah, it's amazing. It's a little weird complimenting a drawing of me, but your skills are really good. I can't wait to see it when you're done." "Thanks Blake. That means a lot. Yeah, I'd love to finish, but like I was saying I kind of ran out of time. Has Mrs. Kleiner asked you to come back and model?" "Yeah, but we haven't been able to lock down another date. Both of us seem to be busy on the weekends, so it could be a couple weeks before it happens. But, if it helps, I'm here now. What would you need to finish?" I could see the intrigue and yet hesitation in Alex. "Um, yeah I guess um maybe just a photo." I was starting to notice, much like when I'm nervous or embarrassed that I blush, Alex would chew on his lip. I wondered if he even knew he was doing it. "We have a few minutes before Andrei and Lucas get here. I'm good with helping you out if you are." "Awesome." As Alex turned to grab his phone, I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my flannel. When, he spun around he seemed a bit shocked. "Oh." Hearing his surprise, I started to second guess my decision to start undressing. "Too much? I was just thinking I'd pose like I did in the class." "No, I just wasn't sure how far you wanted to go. Yeah, if you're willing to do that, that would be great." "Okay, well I don't have the briefs from Saturday, or the bar stool, but I can get as close as possible." "Cool," was Alex's breathy response. With that I undid my belt buckle and shoved my pants to the floor. "Good if I leave my shirt on or does it help if I take if off too?" Alex was clearly staring at my crotch and was slow to answer. "Um, maybe just pull your shirt up a bit." "Sure," I said as I sat on the edge of his bed trying to recreate the pose I was in during his art class. I positioned one leg bent, with my ankle tucked up near my ass, while the other leg was outstretched. I leaned back as far as I could while pulling my white shirt up, exposing my stomach and waistline. Looking down, I was quite pleased with the site of my abs, and the way these briefs really made my cock look much bigger than I felt it was. When I looked up at Alex to see if he approved, he was just standing there, mouth open, much like he had that day in the art class. When he saw that I was looking at him, he uttered a quiet apology and quickly snapped some photos with his phone. "You don't need to apologize. If it's too much I can get dressed, or if you'd like, I'm cool with you getting a closer look, you know if it helps with your drawing." I liked Alex, and I definitely liked the idea of being friends with benefits. But I also knew this was his first time doing anything and making him feel uncomfortable was the last thing I wanted. Alex's smile told me all that I needed to know about how he was feeling. His step toward me had my cock twitching, but before he could make the next one his mom called out that Lucas was here. "Shit. What do we do?" Alex asked, panicking. "Don't worry. Go ahead and go meet them. Just tell them I'm in the bathroom and will be out in a second," I said in an even tone, trying my best to calm his nerves. I wasn't worried, because as soon as I heard his mother call, I instinctively grabbed my pants and was already in the process of putting them on. Alex was quick to accept my plan of action and headed out to meet the guys. Slipping my shoes and flannel shirt on, I wasn't too far behind him. When I made it to the kitchen, Andrei was sitting at the table with Alex, and both had a look of feigned amusement. When I looked over into the kitchen, Lucas was hamming it up with Alex's mom. Her look suggested she wasn't having it either. After saying our goodbyes, the four of us jumped into Andrei's car and headed to Chili's for dinner. We sat at a booth, with Andrei and Lucas on one side and Alex and me on the other. Lucas, who sat directly across from me, was shifting his eyes between me and Alex, as if he were silently asking how it was going. I just ignored him. However, Alex's leg rubbing against mine was something much harder to ignore. When the bill came, I found it amusing that Andrei paid for him and Lucas, while Alex and I paid for our own meals. But once we were at the theater, I had no issue getting Alex's drink and a bag of popcorn for us to share. As we showed the attendant our tickets, he handed each of us a pair of 3-D glasses. Inside the theater there were only a handful of people already in their seats. Of that group they were all guys, and most around the age of twenty. Lucas led us up to the back row, where the closest person to us was at least three rows away. Apparently, no one wanted to watch a film that had come out in nineteen ninety-nine, even if it was in 3D. We picked the four seats in the middle of the row. Andrei and Alex sat in the outside seats while Lucas and I were in between them. I had Alex on my right and Lucas on my left. The theater was a bit older, and the seats still had the arm rests that flipped up and down, if you needed to get them out of the way. As we sat there waiting for the movie to start, the four of us conversed about everything under the sun. As the theater went dark and we put on our 3D glasses, the screen was all you could see. Having seen the movie a million times, I was bored within the first ten minutes. For me, the excitement was the game Alex and I were playing with our hands `accidentally' touching as we each went for popcorn. About halfway through the film I was certain I was hearing the faint sounds of moaning coming from Lucas. Tilting the glasses up, so I could see a little better, I barely noticed Andrei's hand inside Lucas' pants. Letting my glasses drop back down, I went back to watching the film for about a minute longer. Then I thought to myself, hell, why should Andrei and Lucas be the only ones having fun. With my elbow I gently pushed Alex's arm off the shared arm rest and lifted it so that it was out of my way. I'm sure he was wondering what I was doing, but he'd get the point soon enough. With no barriers between us, I slid my hand on top of his thigh. I was certain I heard him take a deep breath in. Even though I made sure it looked like I was watching the movie, my head was completely fixated on finding and exploiting every hole in his pants. I was loving the feeling of my hand sliding over denim, until it found the pre-made slits that would allow the tips of my fingers to dart just a bit inside them and onto his bare skin. With each return stroke I'd let my palm inch just a little closer to his crotch. I was really enjoying exploring Alex's thigh in the dark theater, but my mind exploded with joy when I heard him whimper at the feel of my hand rubbing over his cock and balls. With my pinky and thumb I traced the outer edges of Alex's sizable mound. My remaining fingers lightly dance over the rigid tool, stroking back and forth making sure to rub every inch I could. It was my turn to give out a little moan when I felt Alex's hand join our little game. He was a quick study in the art of teasing as his hand slowly dragged up and down my thigh. His touch felt amazing, and the feeling was sending chills throughout my body. At one point I found myself trying to maneuver my hips closer to Alex in hopes that my not so subtle gesture would get noticed, and he'd be a little more daring with what he was rubbing. By the rapid breathing I was hearing out of my left ear, I could tell whatever Andrei was doing to Lucas was having its effect. No doubt that if he kept it up, someone would need a napkin. Hearing Lucas pant only made me want to step up my game, and so I did. Twisting in my chair, I used both hands to unbutton the top of Alex's jeans and pull his zipper down. With his pants now open, I went back to pretending to watch the movie as my hand investigated the thin fabric of his underwear. I couldn't tell what they looked like but based on the feel of my wandering hand it seemed he was wearing boxer briefs. One thing was for sure, whatever they looked like they were now seriously tented and there was an obvious wet spot in them. Now that Alex's pants were open, the game had significantly changed. While he still attempted to rub my crotch, the fact that I was one garment away from giving him a proper jerk off, was where all the attention was at. His high-pitched moans said plenty of the pleasure he was feeling, but the death grip his right hand had on my forearm told me so much more. With every pass over his mushroom tip, his fingernails would dig deeper into my skin. There was a small part of me that thought I should stop before I pushed the poor boy over the edge. But that idea was ignored quicker than the movie. On my last pull back of my hand towards his chest, I'd let this last one go back a little further so that I could catch the waist band of his briefs between my fingers and push them down over his hard dick. Alex was as quiet as he could be, but still let an Oh God slip past his lips. It was barely audible, making me feel confident we were still fine to continue our little game, and that no one in the theater had heard him. But hearing Lucas chuckle told me at least one person other than me had. I was thinking to myself, as my hand milked Alex's warm fleshy tube of meat, what must be going through his head right now knowing this was the first time someone other than himself was touching his cock. With my thumb working over his piss slit, which was leaking copious amounts of precum, it felt like I was jacking him off with a lubed hand. A few minutes of having his cock stroked, and Alex had given up on trying to rub my crotch altogether. Now, his left hand was clutching my right thigh for dear life. His right hand was still digging into my right arm. Even though I couldn't see Alex move, I was still able to pick up on that he'd shifted his body and was now leaning closer to me. "Wait, huh, wait, Blake please, huh, you have to stop, huh, huh," Alex quietly pleaded into my ear. My increased jacking of his cock was my answer to his plea. Soon thereafter I felt Alex release my thigh, placing his left hand over the tip of his hard prick just as it swelled in my grip, shooting his warm goo into what I assumed was the palm of his hand. His moan was a little louder this time, as his body rode out the wave of his ejaculation. This time the chuckle came from a few rows away. With the movie almost over, I took advantage of the still dark theater and pulled Alex's left had to my mouth. The smell of cum flooded my nose as my tongue darted out into the warm liquid. I cleaned every inch of his palm and then suck each finger one by one. I enjoyed the taste of his cum mixing with the salt and butter taste that still coated his fingers from the popcorn. I gave him his hand back so that he could button up just as the credits were rolling on the movie screen. When the lights came back on, I was taking a last sip of my soda as if nothing had happened. Alex on the other hand was unable to play it off that easily, as he looked at me with his huge blue eyes. As soon as I smiled at him, he returned it with the biggest smile I'd ever seen from him. "You guys all set, or do you need a second to clean up?" Lucas asked with a questioning look. In truth I was expecting Lucas to say something a lot worse, but his comment still got me to blush and Alex to bite his lip. Without saying anything to the other guys I purposefully took my time cleaning up my space, so that the rest of the theater would clear out. I did notice an attractive looking man in his twenties smiling back at us as he exited. Standing in the lobby, Alex looked like a kid who'd just overdosed on sugar in a candy store. I wasn't exactly sure how far Andrei and Lucas had gone, but by their smiles they were content as well. And, even though I had yet to get my nut off, I for some reason liked the idea that Alex owed me one. None of us were in a hurry to end the evening, but it seemed clear the week had taken its toll on all of us, and so we decided to call it a night. Alex would be the first to be dropped off, as the two of us sat in the back seat discretely holding hands. I knew it was going to be awkward when we pulled in front of his house. My first instinct was to get out of the car with him and walk him to the door. A large part of me even wanted to give him a kiss good night. But I wasn't sure that's what Alex wanted, and I definitely knew it was way too risky to do either in front of his house. So, tonight I settled with sending him a text, even though I was only inches from him. It was a simple kissing heart emoji, and the words I'll call you tomorrow sexy. When he looked at the message on his phone his beautiful smile lit up his face, even in the dim lighting of the car, and he nodded, letting me know he'd gotten the message. Once we were in front of his house, we all gave our typical `later bro' goodbyes, as he jumped out and headed inside without any further ado. I was next to be dropped off, and as soon as Andrei pulled away from Alex's house, Lucas was quick with the questions. "So? What happened? It sure sounded like Alex had a good time," Lucas said, twisting his body in the passenger seat so he could look back at me. "I don't know what you're talking about. I mean I had a good time, and it seemed like Alex had a good time. I kind of think we all had a good time, right Andrei?" I said, playing dumb to his obvious insinuation. "I had a great time," Andrei said, making me giggle a bit. "Of course, you did babe. But I want to know what kind of good time Alex had. Was it just salt and butter Blake was licking off his hand, or something else sticky and sweet?" I just rolled my eyes at Lucas, determined not to be someone who kisses and tells. But Lucas was relentless. "Come on, we're all friends here. I have to know, did you two swallow the red pill or the blue pill tonight? Or were you a bad date and refuse to swallow altogether?" Lucas asked, referencing a scene from the movie we'd just watched. Lucas' line of questioning had both Andrei and I laughing. He apparently took our laughter as a sign of humor because he had said the word cum. "What, it's just cum," Lucas said, as if we were acting like children. "Holy shit! That's it. No fucking way, hahaha," I said, as Lucas' words triggered a revelation in my head. "What? What's it?" Lucas asked, completely confused by my sudden outburst. Remembering what I'd been told, I leaned in to whisper to Lucas, so Andrei couldn't hear. "That's it, the fucking answer to Mr. Bubl's riddle. It's cum." Lucas sat back with a shocked look on his face, as the wheels were spinning in his head. "Hey, not fair. I want in on the secret," Andrei said, trying to look at Lucas and me while still keeping his eyes on the road. With a huge smile letting me know he'd pieced it together as well, Lucas looked at me and laughed. "That's crazy, but it totally makes sense." By the time Andrei got to my house, we'd explained to him it was an inside joke that was just between us. He wasn't thrilled with that answer, but he seemed to let it go. Andrei dropped me off just before midnight, and after another round of `later bro' and some fist bumps, I was back in my room and ready for bed. I decided just to strip down to my briefs and the white t-shirt as I let my body flop back onto my bed. Having switched my phone to vibrate before the movie I hadn't noticed that I'd received a couple texts. The first coming from Jake, saying that we were on for tomorrow's shoot, and that I needed to find a way to be out for the evening, as it was to happen after dark. The second text was from Alex, and it included the photo he'd taken of me in his room. It simply read, `Thanks for a great night. I definitely owe you one. Until then I will savor this pic'. After the picture of me on his bed he texted a few emoji's, the winking face, cucumber, and water spray, followed by, your FWB. I smiled as I set my phone on my nightstand and went to bed. All-in-all, it was a good night and tomorrow seemed to be setting up to be quite an adventure. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please think about letting me know. (Tony at tfreitas62@yahoo.com).