Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2020 14:16:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1 Smile - Chapter 16 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 16 – The Shoot Recap of the end of Chapter 15 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. ______________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 16 – The Shoot Saturday morning started about as good as one could ask. My mom had scheduled a full day with her friends at a nearby spa, which meant no one was there to wake me. I'd burnt the midnight hour the day before, and being a teenager, I took full advantage of not having to be anywhere before noon. The November weather kept my room cool, and the warmth from my comforter made it easy to sleep; that was until my need to empty my bladder drove me from my slumber. Standing over the toilet, having shoved my briefs down to just below my balls, I performed the maneuver every male was adept at; bending forward whilst pushing your morning wood down as far as comfortable in the hopes that the arching stream of piss will make it, for the most part, into the bowl below. I gave a sigh of relief when I finally relaxed my kegel muscles all the way and let lose the full force of my pee cannon. The feeling was enough for me to close my eyes once more, as I rested my forehead on my left forearm against the wall. Back in my room, there was no question as to what to do next with an empty house to myself. I'd already stripped off my white shirt, but purposefully left my green Big Boy briefs on as I laid atop my bed. When I had the time, as I did today, I loved drawing out my jerk off sessions. To me there was nothing hotter than slowly sliding your hands under the waist band of your briefs and imagining it were someone else's hands I was feeling. In my current fantasy, it was Alex's hands I felt caressing my skin. With my eyes closed tight, I let my fingers explore every inch of my nether region. With the fingertips of my left hand I tickled the skin of my smooth pubic mound. The thumb on my right hand hooked the base of my stalk, while the remaining four fingers manipulated my testicles within their hairless sack. Eventually, I began imaging Alex slowly stroking my hard dick, as my hands put real feelings to the imaginary scene playing out in my head. I broke concentration only for a second to grab the bottle of lube from my nightstand. When I went back to my lovely daydream, my cock was ever so slowly entering Alex's wet, warm mouth. It didn't take long after that for me to see him swallowing my load, as my actual cum splattered my abs and pooled in my belly button. Click, click, click. I was truly getting into this photography hobby. With the camera Jake had lent me, I'd been practicing my skills for months now. This morning's subject of interest was my own cock and balls. With a small handheld tripod attached to the camera, I'd positioned it on my nightst and to capture me from the chest down as I lie on my bed. Picking up the remote shutter release that was sitting beside me, I let the camera snap off photos of my cum drenched stomach and semi chubbed prick. Before wiping myself clean, I picked up the camera and added a few close-up shots. While I wasn't one to go sending off dick pics at the drop of a hat, it didn't hurt to have a few flattering ones on hand if needed. I am fourteen after all. When I was all done, I headed back to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. The rest of the day was spent lazing around until it was time to get ready for my meet up with Jake. I was excited about the shoot, but also a bit nervous about letting another adult have sex with me. So far, when it came to my experiences with older men, I was one for two. I knew the differences between Jake and Mr. Haney were like night and day. One man was the love of my life, while the other just used me. I feared that regardless of who Jake got for tonight's shoot, I'd feel the same way with him as I did with Mr. Haney, and there'd be no hiding that emotion from the camera. My only solace in that fear was that Jake would be there the whole time. At least with that I knew he wouldn't let me get hurt. The original plan was for me to be over at Jake's place by 6 pm, but with my mom out of the house, we'd changed it so Jake would just pick me up. The reason he was picking me up was because tonight's shoot was to be away from the studio. Jake kept everything else about the shoot tight-lipped. Seeing as the outfit from the night before was still fairly clean, at least based on my quick sniff test, I saw no reason it wouldn't work for tonight as well. A quick tumble in the dryer to get the wrinkles out, and I was ready for the night to start. With a call from Jake saying he was out front, I sent a short text to my mom, purposefully at the last minute, letting her know I was heading to Lucas' house to spend the night. This way, she couldn't say no. "Hey little cub," Jake said, as I jumped into his truck. "Hi," was all I said before sliding over and kissing him. "Ready for tonight?" he asked. "How can I be? You've told me literally nothing about it." Chuckling and nodding in agreement, Jake didn't easy my mind with his reply. "You make a valid point. Don't worry, I'll fill you in when we get there." "Where's there?" I asked, determined to get answers out of him. "You'll see," was all I got as he pulled away from my house. Thankfully, the drive was not long. And, even though the sun was setting, I could still see the street names, and when Jake came to a stop, I knew immediately where we were. Jake had driven us into the neighborhood behind the high school, which bordered all of the sports fields. "You're not planning on this shoot being outside, are you?" I said, worried that was exactly his plan. I looked out at the football field and shuddered at the idea of someone I knew seeing me getting butt fucked on the 50-yard line. "No, but now that you mention it, that might not be a bad idea," Jake said, following my gaze. "No! Seriously, bad idea. I'd be screwed if someone caught me," I said, looking back at Jake with a lot of trepidation, that he wasn't kidding. "Bummer, that could have been really hot," Jake said, without the hint of sarcasm. "Okay Blake, we're meeting a really good friend of mine tonight named Xavier. Before I introduce you two, you need to know that he knows about my photography work and that you're my best model. He also knows about us because I told him. I felt that if he was going to help us out tonight, he needed to know about you and I, and how much I love you." "Really? You told him all about us? Like everything?" I asked dumbfounded. "Like everything," Jake said, putting his hand on my thigh. "I promise he won't say anything to anyone. I wouldn't have told him if I thought for one second it could hurt you. I trust Xavier, and he needs to trust us. He's putting a lot on the line doing this shoot tonight, because, if these photos ever got into the wrong hands, it would be bad for him. So, I felt with so much on the line, that if tonight was going to work, there couldn't be any secrets. He has to trust us, and we have to trust him. I hope you're okay with that?" I was really getting tired of that word, secrets. It sure felt like Jake was looking straight into my soul when he said things like that. I knew eventually I had to come clean to Jake about Mr. Haney, but that was a bridge to be crossed on another night. Right now, all that was needed was my trust in Jake. And, if he trusted this man, then so did I. "I'm okay with it." "That's really good. For a minute there, I thought you might be having second thoughts," Jake said, giving an exaggerated sigh of relief. I was about to ask Jake more about Xavier when the roar from the exhausts of a motorcycle demanded our attention. "Right on time," Jake said, before spinning in his seat and stepping out of the truck. I followed suit and jumped out of the truck as well. Xavier was still sitting on his bike as I approached him. It was immediately clear he liked the color black: his motorcycle was all black, his helmet was black, and his outfit from the leather jacket down to his huge boots were all black. Jake stepped up to greet him with a huge smile, but when Xavier stood up, I stopped in my tracks. This guy made Jake look small and that was saying something. He easily had Jake by about three inches in height, and Jake stood a good six foot four. If I thought Jake's shoulders were wide, Xavier made him look average. The self-preservation side of me hesitated at the sight of this massive man, but everything changed as soon as he removed his helmet. His smile was as large as he was. It was so infectious; you couldn't help but smile back. "Perfect timing," Jake said, as he fist bumped Xavier. "Cool," was all he said. "Blake come over here and meet Xavier." At first glance, Xavier was quite handsome. His skin was dark black, and he had the most piercing brown eyes. He looked to be around the same age as Jake, or perhaps a few years younger, like in his early thirties. His short buzzed black hair and a matching beard fit his perfectly round head and strong jaw line. He definitely fit the mold of men I found attractive. "Xavier this is Blake. Blake, this is Xavier, a friend of mine from my bike club." "Hi," I said, reaching out my hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you, Blake," Xavier replied, in the deepest voice I'd ever heard. "That's a cool bike. It's a Harley, right?" I asked "Yes sir. Custom black Electra Glide. She's my baby. You like Harleys?" Xavier asked. "Oh yeah. I keep asking Jake to give me a ride on his, but no such luck," I said, looking over at Jake with a purposefully pouty lip. "Well, after we have our fun tonight little man, I'll take ya for a ride on Luscious. Being as Jake don't seem to want to." "I didn't say I didn't want to. We just haven't found the right time," Jake interjected, a bit defensively. "Well, I know an H2W when I see one. And, if you're not going to keep your boy happy, he might just jump onto another man's bike," Xavier said, looking down at me and giving me a wink. "Remind me, what exactly happened to the last H2W you took for a ride on Luscious?" Jake asked sarcastically. "That wasn't my fault. She never told me she was only fifteen, and that her father was the Mayor," Xavier said, laughing as he and Jake bantered back and forth like good friends do. "Um, excuse me, but what is an H2W, and who's Luscious?" I asked. Xavier looked over at me and gave me a once over from head to toe before replying, "H2W, is a Hungry Harley Whore. You'll know once you feel that rumble between your legs if you are one, but I'm guessing you are. And Luscious is what I call my bike," the big man said, patting the leather seat. "Okay, now that we're way past introductions, how about we get on with the night's scheduled activity," Jake said. With that Jake handed me two duffle bags of clothing that we'd be wearing tonight, while Xavier and himself carried the heavier items, like camera equipment and photo umbrellas. When Jake entered the school grounds, my fear of him having this shoot on one of the fields came rushing back. But as he crossed the varsity football field and head toward the gymnasium, my fear got even worse. "Are we allowed to be here?" I asked, looking around for security guards and cameras. "Probably not. But there was no other option," Jake said, setting his equipment down outside the back door of the boys locker room. Jake then produced a key from his pocket and gave me a cheeky smile. "Where'd you get that from?" I asked, still worried someone was going to see us. "Kristen." I rolled my eyes when Jake mentioned my art teacher's name. Of course, she'd have a key to the boy's locker room. Xavier gave a broad smile and nodded encouragingly as Jake opened the door. "Nice." Apparently neither of them were bothered by the fact that we were breaking into a building. Let alone my high school, a place I spent most of my days. Once we'd moved all of the equipment initially into the locker room, Jake turned on the light and locked the door behind us. The boy's locker room at my school was probably no different than that of most high schools. The floor throughout was laid with small greyish tiles that continued up most walls for about three feet. In the shower room, the tiles covered everything from floor to ceiling. Outside of the shower area the tiles on the walls eventually transitioned into white painted sheetrock. I don't think there was a section of wall not covered by some form of scuff marks or writing. The door we'd just entered through was in the back of the locker room and let the regular students out to the fields. On my left was the door that let you into the large private dressing room. This room was designed for the football team to get suited up in, and had around sixty personal cubbies, and a carpeted floor. I'd only been in that room once, when I was getting a tour of the campus before the school year started. On my right was an equally large room, that housed all of the school's sports equipment from things like shoulder pads, to soccer nets, and hurdles for the track team. As you moved into the heart of the locker room, there was the administrative office to the right, which was used by both PE teachers and coaches. It had three large tinted windows that stopped you from seeing inside. It had been a running joke, that the tinted windows were to keep us boys from seeing the teachers jerking off while they watched us change. To my left were ten rows of double-sided lockers, with a wooden bench seat in the middle of each row. On the far side of the locker room, opposite the office, were the bathrooms and showers. It was a partial wall that separated the lockers from the shower areas. On the locker side of the pony wall, were four trough style urinals. On the shower side it was broken into two sections. On the left there were six individual shower stalls with privacy curtains. On the right were four communal shower posts, which had four shower heads per post. Back on the locker side and at the end of the room were two private bathrooms, complete with the nastiest toilets anyone would dear to sit on. The running theory was that the school purposefully left them dirty to discourage kids from being in there doing things they ought not be doing. "Alright, here's fine," Jake said, setting the equipment he was carrying on the floor just outside the office door. Using the same key as earlier, he unlocked the room and turned on the light. "Okay, so I guess it's about time I told you two what we're doing here, huh," Jake said. "The thought had crossed my mind. I mean I know you invited me here to have a go with your little lover boy, as you snapped some photos, but you didn't mention no locker room," Xavier said, looking around. "Fair enough. So, the reason I brought you both here was because the theme of this shoot is a coach who's upset with one of his players. And, in an effort to please his coach the player is willing to do almost anything to get back into his good graces. Make sense?" Jake asked. "Okay, I get it, so we're roll playin. Cool," Xavier said, nodding his head like it all made perfect sense now. I looked at Xavier's broad smile and wondered if anything phased him. I on the other hand was beyond nervous. First, now that I knew the shoot was at my high school, I was running through every horrible outcome in my head if we got caught. It didn't long for me to realize that my life would be forever ruined if that were to happen, and that was just the beginning of my concerns. My second nerve raddling predicament was huge, six foot seven huge. The moment I laid my eyes on Xavier, two thoughts kept cycling over and over again: what size cock hangs on a man of his stature, and could I take it? If it weren't for the love I felt for Jake, I would have quickly backed out of tonight's activities, but instead I swallowed my fears and pushed on like a trooper. I simply nodded my head, letting Jake know I understood the plan for tonight's shoot. "Great. While I set up the equipment, why don't you two change," Jake said, as he pulled out two brown bags for each of us. There was no need for a privacy screen tonight; we both knew where this evening was headed, and we were standing in a locker room after all. Xavier and I took a couple steps towards one of the benchs' and made that our designated changing area. Looking inside the bag he was handed, Xavier started to chuckle. "You want me in these free ballin, or what?" Xavier asked pulling out a weird looking pair of burgundy shorts. "No underwear," Jake said, as he worked on setting up one of the flash umbrellas. "Just how Popper likes it," Xavier said. Jake started laughing as I looked up from my bag. "Who's Popper?" I asked. Xavier didn't immediately answer me, but instead unbuttoned his black leather pants, and pushed them down, along with his underwear in one motion. Then he looked at me with a devious smile. "This is Popper." Sitting only three feet away from my face was the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It hung down an easy six inches, as it nestled between two hefty sized balls. Not only did it hang limp bigger than my own dick when I was hard, it was already thicker than any other I'd ever seen. It looked as though Xavier was circumcised, but there was still a bit of skin covering just the corona of his mushroom tip, which only aided in making his cock look even more intimidating than it already was, like a snake ready to strike. "Damn, that's huge." It was all I could think to say, as I looked up at Xavier, who gave me a wink. "Um, why do you call it Popper?" I asked, retuning my gaze to his enormous shaft. "Because that thing has popped more cherries than one can count. And, because if you intend to ride on it, you'd probably be wise to have some poppers nearby," Jake said, answering the question I'd asked to Xavier. "What he said," Xavier replied, as he took off his black leather riding jacket and black tank top undershirt. Jake's answer didn't put me at ease. I looked over at him with genuine concern in my eyes. He met my worried gaze with a sympathetic look. "Hey little cub, why don't you come help me set this camera up in the office." Standing up, so I could assist Jake as requested, I took one more good look at the now naked man standing next to me. If there was only one word to describe Xavier, it had to be thick. His shoulders and arms were solid, showing off a great deal of muscle. His chest was broad and covered in a thick patch of dark curly hair. His abs were like Jake's, clearly there but with all of the hair on his body they did not stand out like mine did. There was no doubt I was attracted to Xavier, the stirring in my crotch confirmed that. It was just his massive size that had me so apprehensive. Jake handed me a duffle bag and then led me into the coach's office where he closed the door behind us. "I can't help but notice you seem very apprehensive. Is this shoot too much little cub, and be honest?" I hesitated for a second as I looked through the tinted glass at Xavier. It was weird being on this side of the window, and realizing just how well I could see out, knowing Xavier couldn't see in. For a brief second, I forgot about the question Jake had asked. I thought about all of the scandalous sexcapades I'd been told about the locker room offices. Each one allegedly happening behind the privacy of these windows, or the similar office in the girl's locker room. Every wild story offered a tale of either some old teacher perving on the students, or of forbidden love between a student and a faculty member. Getting a true understanding of just how private these offices were, gave some merit that those stories could be true. I was only snapped out of my trance when I watched Xavier try and shove `Popper' into the ridiculously tight coaching shorts Jake had him wearing. Looking back at Jake, I was hesitant to tell him of my fears. I didn't want to make him mad, knowing he'd gone through a lot of effort in setting this up. But my face couldn't hide how I was feeling, and he knew right away without me saying anything. "You're nervous, aren't you?" "Yeah. I don't want to be, but, he, he's really huge." "Yeah he is little cub. And if you want to end this now, I'd completely understand," Jake said, walking over to me, and putting both hands on my shoulders. Now he was looking me straight in my eyes, before continuing on. "But you know I would never let anyone hurt you; I love you too much for that to happen. And, while he looks intimidating, I promise you Xavier is a teddy bear at heart. He knows how much I care about you, and I'm sure he'll do everything he can to treat you gently. But I'm not going to lie to you, you're going to feel some pain. So, it's completely up to you; we can stop this right now," Jake said, using his thumb to wipe the solo tear running down my cheek. Xavier looked amazing, there was no denying that; but there was also no denying that I wasn't comfortable with the idea of being split in two by the log between his legs. Looking into Jake's eyes, I could see his love for me, and it was enough to ease some of my worry. I just had to hope he was right, and that I wasn't about to become headline news as the boy who was rushed to the emergency room after being impaled by a huge cock named `Popper'. I was certain that of all the locker room gossip, this story would go down as school legend. With a deep breath, I looked at Jake with as much courage as I could muster. "I trust you. Just, make sure he goes slow, okay?" Jake leaned in and kissed me. It was a kiss of love: slow, gentle, lingering, and without tongue. "I promise no one will ever mistreat my little cub while I have anything to say about it. Now, go get dressed." Feeling compelled by Jake's undying love, I leaned in and hugged my big bear. I squeezed him as tight as possible, as if the level to which I loved him back was being judged by this one hug. Walking back out, I noticed Xavier was completely dressed, and had moved to finishing assembling the photo umbrellas for Jake. Xavier was wearing the burgundy coaching shorts that he'd held up earlier. Now that he had them on, I could see they had at least a two-inch waist band that road high on his hips. The heavy looking fabric stopped about four inches past his inseam. And based on how tight they looked, it was obvious the shorts were just long enough to hide his dick completely, which was tucked away against his left quad. The rest of his outfit consisted of: a white polo shirt that also clung to his body, a plain burgundy hat, knee high white socks with three burgundy stripes, and a pair of old Nike running shoes. To cap the whole ensemble off, he wore a whistle around his neck. Jake had done his job well. Xavier looked exactly like what I would have imagined a scary football coach would have looked like in the Eighties. Seeing us come out of the office, Xavier turned to face us both and gestured with his hands showing off his new look. "What do you think? Am I ready to start whipping young boys into shape?" "In those shorts, I'm not sure you should be around children, but for this shoot you look perfect," Jake said, giving Xavier a thumbs up. "I'm sure their mom's wouldn't complain. By the way, I'm keeping these Nikes. They're some sweet ass kicks." Jake just laughed as he headed off to the team dressing room. I wasn't shocked at all by what I saw inside my bag. It was a standard white jock strap, and a pair of football pants. And, while the pants smelled clean, Jake had created grass stains on them. And, that was it. I had just removed my flannel shirt and jeans when Jake returned with a pair of shoulder pads and a helmet. "Look what I foun...damn! When did you get those briefs?" Jake asked. His question drew the attention of Xavier, who now had a perfect shot of my arse. "Damn is right," Xavier said, in an even lower octave then his normal deep voice. I looked over my shoulder at Xavier, whose broad smile made my cheeks blush, before I replied to Jake. "I got them a couple weeks ago, you like?" Jake walked up to me and set the helmet and shoulder pads down next to me, "Do I like? That's like asking me if I enjoy sex," he said, grabbing a handful of my ass cheek as he planted another kiss on me. This kiss was dripping with lustful intention. Unfortunately, the kiss didn't last long as Jake stepped away, leaving me to the task of finishing getting dressed. I slid on the jock strap, minus the plastic cup, the football pants, minus the removable leg pads, and the shoulder pads he'd just retrieved for me. If I were meant to be wearing anything else, Jake would have provided it. I had learned long ago not to question Jake's vision when it came to photo shoots. Once dressed I did note that the helmet had the number eighty-four on it. I didn't know a lot of the boys who played on the football team, but I knew this number belong to a junior named Rick. He was a tall lengthy kid who played wide receiver for the varsity team. Jake must have gotten this equipment from his cubie. Thankfully, the helmet was just to be a prop, as Jake explained that I wasn't actually going to wear it. With football still in season, the pads alone had a ripe smell on them, undoubtably from Rick wearing them during the Friday night game. I could only imagine what the inside of his helmet smelled like. With Xavier and I dressed, and for the most part the camera equipment in place, it was almost time to start the shoot. Jake made a couple of final touches before we began. For me, he smeared some eye-black under my eyes and then in an opposite fashion like a mother trying to remove dirt from their child's face, Jake licked a finger and smeared the product strategically as if I'd just been in a sweaty game for the last hour. For Xavier, he handed him a clipboard to hold as a prop. "Okay, so let me set the scene. Blake, you play wide receiver for the school's football team, and you just dropped the game winning ball in the end zone as the clock ran out in the State championship game. Xavier, you're the coach of that team, and you're beyond livid that Blake blew your chances of being a state champion coach. Now, you're back in the locker room after the game, and Blake you're pleading with the coach to forgive you. Xavier, you're having none of it, and don't want to listen to anymore of his begging for forgiveness. Everyone understand their roles?" "Got it. Little shit just fucked up my chance at holding up a trophy, and getting some winner's tail," Xavier said, his face scowling like he was really mad at me. Without even thinking about it, I already felt the need to apologize to him. "Sorry." "Perfect. You both know your roles," Jake said. The shoot began by Jake having me straddle the end of one of the benches, nearest the side of the coach's office. The helmet was then placed on the bench between my legs. I rested my hands on top and hung my head in shame as instructed. Xavier was then positioned only a few feet away, with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand holding the clipboard he was given, while pointing at me. Click, click, click. The next few pictures were simply to set the story up, before the down and dirty ones took place. Jake took a picture over my right shoulder to give my perspective looking up at the scowling Xavier looking down on me. The next was from Xavier's vantage point looking down on me about to cry. Jake had to borrow a chair from the office to get that picture. Then Jake moved Xavier as if he were walking away toward the office with his hand up, insinuating that he was done with me. Click, click, click. And finally, Jake had me move to my knees in front of Xavier, with my hands clasped in a prayer fashion, begging for forgiveness. Click, click, click. Then the real shoot began. Jake had Xavier take a handful of my hair and hold my face against the obvious bulge in his shorts. Click, click, click. Having quite a few of these photoshoots under my belt, I could see where this was going. I thought for sure Jake was about to ask me to open Xavier's shorts and fish out his cock. So, when Jake had me stand, I was a bit thrown off. While I was still unsure about trying to take popper up my ass, the thought of sucking on it had me pretty excited. Jake however, had other plans. And I knew immediately what they were when he pulled out a roll of white athletic tape. If I was worried before about how I was going to handle `Popper', the idea of being bound only amplified that fear. "Go ahead and hold your hands out in front of you Blake," Jake instructed. Jake put my hands so that my left arm was palm down, lying across my right arm, which was palm up; this formed an `X' with my arms crossing each other at the wrists. With one good wrap of the tape around base of my hands, Jake handed the roll to Xavier. Returning to his camera, he was then set to capture Xavier finishing what he had started. With one of Xavier's large hands holding my arms up by a forearm, Xavier proceeded to bound my wrists together with several more loops of tape. Click, click, click. Looking up at Xavier, I could see a hint of devilish enjoyment in his eyes, while I'm sure he could see some real fear in mine. Click, click, click. With my hands now bound we went back to me being on my knees in front of Xavier. As I had expected earlier, Jake then asked Xavier to pull his cock out. But instead of following Jake's request, I watched as Xavier pulled up the end of his shorts, exposing the first couple inches of his massive tube of flesh. Then continuing to go off script, Xavier took it upon himself to grab a handful of my hair and pull my mouth onto his mushroom tip. Apparently, Jake was pleased with Xavier's improvisational skills, as I heard him say, "Fuck, that's perfect." Jake then knelt right next to me. Click, click, click. "Oh, yeah, work that cock baby," Xavier moaned. The moment Jake told me the client wanted a sex scene between me and an adult, a million thoughts of how it would play out ran through my head. However, at no point did I truly know how tonight would go. Wearing football shoulder pads, hands bound, and in my high school locker room, wasn't quite what I'd imagined. But, sucking on a cock was. So, without wasting a second of time, I happily worked over Xavier's mushroom tip like it was a huge lollipop, licking the bulbous, spongy flesh back and forth across his corona. In an evening already full of surprises, Xavier added one more. Releasing his grip on my hair, he took a step back. "If this isn't what you're looking for let me know," he said, looking at Jake. And then in a move that really shocked me, he looked down at me and wiped a bit of spit from the side of my mouth. "So you know Blake, I'm just playing the role I think Jake is looking for in these pictures. If I start to cross a line, you need to tell me, okay." I nodded that I understood, as I looked up at him, my heart pounding. I realized Xavier was really as Jake had noted, just a big loving teddy bear. This simple show of concern for my feelings let me know tonight wouldn't be like it was with Mr. Haney. Tonight, I was surrounded by real men, whose hearts were as big as they were. Following in Xavier's lead, I too went off script, and before being asked to do so, I reached up with my bound wrists and fumbled my way through unbuttoning his shorts. Never one to miss a photogenic moment, Jake was quick to jump back in there with his camera. Click, click, click. Xavier moans told me he approved of my response to his concerns. In my current tied up condition, I struggled on my own pulling his tight-fitting shorts down around his massive thighs. It took a little assistance from Xavier, to finally get them bunched around his ankles. As he was stepping out them, my tongue was already back to worshiping his one-eyed monster. "Mmmm, shit that's good," Xavier moaned, as I slobbered all over his cock. I had yet to try and take it into my mouth, as I wasn't exactly sure I could. Having sucked on Jake's large penis enough times, I knew mighty tools of this size took some working to get to full hardness. I've come to love that in-between state where Jake's cock isn't flaccid, but not hard either. It's an extreme tease when it's still flexible enough for him to slap the head of his dick against my wanting hole. It's like a literal knocking at your back door. As Xavier re-established his hold of my head by taking another handful of my hair, I took his cock and slapped it on my outstretched tongue, like Jake would with his cock on my pussy lips. Click, click, click. Without saying anything, I could tell just by the growing penis in my hand that Xavier was enjoying what I was doing. But eventually he became impatient waiting for me to try and find the courage to put Popper in my mouth. He pushed my hand off of his fat pole and took hold of the base with his free hand. Instead of pounding my tongue like a drum as I'd been doing, he rested it there for just a second before slowly pushing it toward my open mouth. "Ahh, AHHH, UHHHH," I moaned as his dick stretched my lips like they'd never been. Click, click, click. There was no teasing his cock with my tongue, like I'd do to Lucas. No, Popper was so thick, the best you could do was try and keep you lips over your teeth, as his girth took up every measure of space. Just as I started to feel Xavier's cock at the back of my throat, Jake called it quits for this scene. "Okay, I think we're ready to move this into the office," Jake said. Xavier was slow in pulling his dick from my mouth. Once it was free, he gave it a couple of slow pumps using my spit as lube. "Damn, it's going to be a long night. I know, you told me before we started, I'd hate you during the shoot, but in the end, I'd love it. So far, you're a man of your word, because my dick and I really hate you," Xavier said, clearly talking to Jake. "We're just getting started," Jake said, giving a small chuckle as he picked up the camera and the tripod. Before I stood, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, moving my lower jaw back and forth as if I were trying to get it to pop back into place. I knew both men were right. It was going to be a long night, and we were just getting started. "Are you doing okay?" Xavier asked, offering a hand to help me up. "How big is Popper?" I asked, as if his cock was a sentient being. "Not outrageously long really, I'm just under nine inches. But, in width I'm way above average at around six and half inches." "Oh yeah, that sounds tiny," I said sarcastically, while trying to lift my bound arms past the shoulder pads in an attempt to rub the back of my jaw. Xavier was laughing as we walked together into the office. Jake stopped us at the door and took one more story line photo for transition. He had Xavier hook a finger into my mouth as if that is how he moved me from the locker room to the office. Click, click, click. Sitting in the middle of the office was an old looking desk, with a faded wood writing surface and beige metal drawers on each side. "Okay, Xavier, when I say go, I want you to clear the top of this desk in one good sweep of your arms," Jake said, looking at the stacks of papers and random office supplies. Both Xavier and I looked at Jake with a raised eyebrow, until Xavier said what we were both thinking. "That's going to make one hell of a mess to pick up; and, no way we're putting it all back the way it is, so no one notices?" "Oh, we're not going to pick it up. The idea of the teachers coming in on Monday wondering what happened in here will leave a smile on my face for weeks," Jake said, with an evil grin. "Okay, if we ain't picking it up, it's works for me," Xavier said, taking his position. "Yeah, but remember you're doing this out of anger at Blake. So, no smiling, because I'm only going to get one shot at this," Jake said, moving to the other side of the desk from Xavier. With a nod from Jake, Xavier scowled and in one fast motion swiped his large arm across the desktop, shoving everything to the floor. "Damn, that was fun," Xavier said "Take a look," Jake said, showing Xavier and I the LCD screen of the shot. I knew how difficult it was to take an action shot and not have it come out blurry. Jake took it to another level and was able to separate the detail of Xavier's features, down to his flared nostrils, while letting everything else that was moving in the picture go blurry, including his still hard swinging prick. "Okay Blake lets have you sit here on the edge of the desk," Jake said pointing to the front of the piece of furniture. "And Xavier let's have you take a hold of the front of the shoulder pads, like you just made him sit down on the desk. Perfect!" Click, click, click Jake then moved Xavier to the drawer side of the desk, having him stand behind me. With his hand gripping the back of the shoulder pads, Jake made it look like he'd pulled on them so hard that he'd slammed me to my back on the desktop. Click, click, click. I was now lying across the desk with my legs dangling off on one side at the knee, and my head and neck dangling off the other side. From this new position I had a perfect upside-down view of Popper. Click, click, click. "Okay Xavier, taking it slow for Blake's sake, go ahead and put your thumb on his chin, like you're forcing his mouth open, while you guide your cock into his mouth. And remember, you hate this kid, now let me see that anger." "Uugggg, uhhhh, huh, huuuu,ugg," came my garbled groan, as Xavier fed me his shaft. Click, click, click. In this new position Xavier had complete control of my mouth. He could shove as much as he wanted into me, and there was little I could do to stop it. I'd sucked Jake off plenty of times, but rarely did I try to deep throat him. I had gotten much better with my gag reflexes, but even that didn't make swallowing his tool any easier. Popper was a beast in and of itself, and the idea of it sliding into my throat was freaking me out. My panicking was making it hard to relax, and as such I started suffocating. Thankfully, both men saw my flailing legs, and just as Jake told Xavier to back off a bit, he was already removing his cock so I could breath. "Sorry, huh, sorry, don't know what came over me," Xavier said, clearly out of breath. Coughing and trying to find air of my own, I still felt bad that I couldn't handle more of his cock. "It's, huh, it's fine, huh. Just, huh, not, huh, used to, huh, this position." "That's fine Blake, we're going to change things up anyway. Why don't you go ahead and stand up and come around to this side of the desk," Jake instructed. Having never worn shoulder pads before, I'd never realized how cumbersome they were. Trying to sit up was a bit of a chore with my wrists still bound. When I finally found my feet, I walked around to the drawer side of the desk, where Jake positioned me bent over with my arms outstretched. "Okay Xavier, put one hand on Blakes back while your other hand looks like your pulling his pants down. Awesome." Click, click, click. Jake then walked behind me after that series of shots, and slowly worked the football pants down until the straps of the jock and half my ass was showing. Again, Xavier was instructed to make it look like he was pulling my pants down, and again the shutter of the camera sounded off in the background. "Okay, go ahead and take them all the way off," Jake told Xavier. I looked over at Jake, whose attention was on switching out his lens, as I felt Xavier's large hands shove the football pants to my ankles and then work them off my feet. I was definitely trembling now, as I knew for sure where we were headed this time. Jake moved a camera set up on a tripod in front of me and focused it in on my face. Then he spoke in a tone that told me my big bear had left the room, and professional Jake was in charge. "For now, I want to get some pictures of you spitting on Blake's hole. Remember, you're pissed at this boy, and the best he's going to get is your spit. When we actually have you enter him, we'll add real lube. Blake, you need to pretend you've never been in this position before, and everything he's doing to you is new. make sure you're looking straight into the camera in front of you, and I want see real emotion, okay." Without saying anything, I simply looked back at him, and shot him a look, like what the fuck do you mean, `act like I've never been in this position before?' I wasn't a virgin, but shit, getting bent over desks, tied up, and plowed by a monstrous cock wasn't exactly something I did every other day. "Okay, let's do a quick camera check; Blake focus on the camera in front, and Xavier go ahead and give Blake a good slap on the ass," Jake said, as he held the camera pointed at Xavier and a shutter remote in the palm of his other hand. Per Jake's command, I was so focused on the lens of the camera in front of me, that I barely heard him tell Xavier to spank me. `Smaaaacckkkkkk'. "Owwww, fuuuuucckkkk, ahhh, shiiitttt." Click, click, click. "Nice," Jake said, looking at the shot on the camera hanging from his neck. Then he moved to the one on the tripod and took a look at its little screen. "Perfect. Nice job Blake. That's what I'm looking for." I grumbled a, fuck you, under my breath, that he almost heard. "What?" "I said thanks," I replied through clenched teeth "Okay Xavier ready for the spit shot?" "Sure. You want me up close, or standing up?" he asked. "Hmm, ehh, let's do both. We'll start with the standing up." "Ready? 3,2,1 spit." Click, click, click. Getting into my role, I scrunched up my face in disgust when I felt a huge wad of spit hit the top of my ass and slowly dribble over my hole. Only part of me was acting for the camera. I got the idea of using saliva for lube, that I had no problem, hell I used it myself, but the act of spitting on someone was embarrassing, especially when you're on the receiving side. I'm not sure if it were just Xavier absentmindedly rubbing the spit into my hole, or if I missed Jake's instruction, but either way I couldn't suppress my moan when I felt his finger move the slimy spit over my hole, "mmmmm, ohhh, uhhh." "Okay, and now one up close," Jake said. I felt Xavier's hands on the back of my thighs. Then I heard the tell-tale sounds of his drawing up a huge loogy from the back of his throat. "3,2,1, spit." Click, click, click. "Awesome." This time I wasn't playing it up for the camera. The feeling of Xavier's spit hitting bullseye on my hole elicited a groan from me, along with my cheeks flushing as I got embarrassed having another man's wad of the saliva and snot sliding down my body. And as before, Xavier's meaty finger went right to work moving that spit all over my wrinkled lips. At one point I felt him apply a little bit more pressure as if trying to enter me. "Blake, you want a break or are you ready to move to the next part?" Jake asked. My head was screaming break because it knew what the `next part' meant. But I also knew there was no avoiding it, and the more I thought about it, the more I nervous I got. "Next Part." From how I was lying on the desk, I couldn't see all of the goings on behind me, but a few seconds after giving my consent to move forward, I sure heard Xavier's comment loud and clear. "Ah, Astroglide, my favorite." I felt Xavier's hand take hold of my right butt cheek. Then I heard the clicking sound of a cap opening. "You sure you two want to go on with this? Your lover boy is shaking like a leaf," Xavier asked both of us, but his question seemed more directed to Jake. I was trembling. But there was no way I was letting Jake down. "No, I'm good, let's do this," I said, trying to sound as confident as possible. "Alright, well you let me know if you want me to stop, okay?" Xavier said, gently rubbing my cheek for reassurance. I gave a very tense nod of my head, noting I understood. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. And, as tight as my teeth were clenched, I'm not sure I could have if I wanted. With that, I felt his slimy finger rubbing up and down my already slick hole. When the first part of his finger entered me, I gave a moan of pleasure. It didn't take long after slipping the first finger into me, that Xavier added another of his meaty fingers. My rectum gobbled up his two fingers like candy. On the third finger I felt the first tinge of pain. "Uhhh, mmmmm, ahhh," I moaned, as my hands balled into fists. Click, click, click. Then, his fingers were gone. And, I knew what was to follow. "Okay Xavier, remember you hate this little shit," Jake said. I shot him a look like, 'hey, whose side are you o?' I really didn't need Xavier all charged up with anger. "Blake, you have to keep your eyes on the camera lens." I was certain the camera captured my eye roll, and then them opening fully as I felt the head of Popper slide between my cheeks. "Ahhh, ohhh, mmmm, ahh," I groaned, as the head of his huge cock repeatedly punched the anal gates to my love tunnel. I bit down on my lower lip and concentrated on relaxing my sphincter muscles. But it was like my anus was fighting me, as if it decided on its own that there was no way it was letting this monster cock inside us. "OH GOD, ow, ow, oh shit, oh Jesus, shit, shit, ow, ow, ow, easy, fuck, mmmm," I cried, as Xavier finally pushed into my reluctant boy pussy. Click, click, click The pain was surreal. To Poppers credit, it lived up to its name, as it felt like I was a virgin all over again. Even with Xavier stopping his penetration to give me time to adjust to his size, the pain was so intense I was crying. Click, click, click. "You want him to stop little cub?" Jake asked, as he stepped in front of the desk so I could see him. His face expressed real concern as he reached out and squeezed my hand. "It really hurts," I said between sniffles. "But I want to keep going. Just slowly, okay." I was determined to see this through and was relying on my past history of riding Jake's cock that this pain would eventually pass. "Hey Blake, I'll do whatever you want, but in my experience, trying to take my dick slowly only prolongs the agony. If you bite down and I give one good push, it hurts, but you can then adjust to me being in you quicker. But, it's your call," Xavier said, with his left hand on my hip and his right caringly rubbing the small of my back. Even though the throbbing sting of his fat cock inside me was still ever present, I could tell the pain had lessoned in just the short time of him stopping his entry into me. Because of the position of my arms outstretched in front of me, the shoulder pads were pushed up to the bottom of my chin. Having weighed out what Xavier had said, I took a couple deep breaths of the pungent smelling protective device, to build up my nerve, and then I called out, "Do it!" as I bit down hard on the damp plastic collar of the football pads. "Rrrrrrrr, mmmmMMMM, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, STOP, stop, stop," I screamed. Click, click, click. Xavier listened to my pleas for him to stop, but not before he was already balls deep into me. Fuck it hurt. It hurt when Jake took my virginity as well, but not near as bad as this did. "Xavier, go ahead and give me a grin, like you're really teaching this boy now; yeah, that's it, perfect," Jake said, as I was riding out the pain. "Want me to grab him by the back of the shoulder pads, like I'm trying to really bury this cock in him?" Xavier asked. "Oh yeah, good idea, I like it. Just don't actually pull back, let Blake continue to adjust to your size," Jake said, as the sound of the camera shutters opening and closing filled the room. While I think Xavier was listening to Jake, and truly didn't mean to cause me any more pain than he already was, just the simple act of grabbing the back of the pads inadvertently picked me up a bit causing me to sit back on popper even further, which caused me to whimper. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh." Click, click, click. "Easy. Blake, you okay?" Jake asked. "Yeah, yeah, uhhhhh, mmmm." "Sorry about that. I really didn't feel like I pulled back on it," Xavier said, pulling his cock from my insides just a little bit. That too, drew a small moan from me. "Okay, I think I have enough of this position. When you two are ready, let's move into the next series." The nerve endings inside my boy pussy were still feeling every twitch of Xavier's large, hard prick, however the stinging pain was more a dull throbbing soreness. But when he started backing it out of me, it took my breath. With Popper free from my hole, I stayed belly down on the desk for a second. I couldn't tell what the damage was, but it sure felt like my anus was gaping wide open. As I finally found the strength to stand, my body locked up momentarily as I felt Xavier step up behind me. "Jake is damn lucky man. Your ass is amazing," Xavier whispered into my ear. I looked over at Jake who was busying himself with relocating the cameras and lighting umbrellas before I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Xavier. Xavier had the biggest grin on his face and leaned in and gave me a gentle peck on my cheek. "Hey, knock it off. Stop flirting with my lover. It's bad enough I'm letting you have sex with him," Jake said, with a mock look of irritation towards Xavier kissing me. "It's too late bro. Your boy's had a taste of black cock, and you know what they say," Xavier said with a chuckle. Jake just smiled while shaking his head as he finished setting up. "Well then, we better hurry this up, so you two can run off and get married." "Whoa, who said anything about marriage?" Xavier said holding his hands up in protest. Jake broke out laughing to the point he almost needed to put a hand on his knee for balance. "Sorry, sorry, forgot who I was talking to." I wasn't sure if I was supposed to feel proud that they were mock fighting over me, or upset they were talking about me like I was property. "You two know I'm still in the room, right?" With a sudden smack to my bare ass, that made me jump and squeal, Xavier was quick to answer my rhetorical question. "Lover, we'd have to be dead not to notice you and your sweet honey pot." After saying that, I couldn't help but noticing out of the corner of my eye the semi hard Popper bounced a bit. "Alright Blake let's have you now lie on the desk on your back once again. Maybe give him a hand Xavier," Jake instructed. I sat on the desk and with Xavier's assistance, lowered myself onto my back. This time with my head resting on the desktop, it left my ass halfway off the edge on the other side. From here Jake instructed Xavier to place my calves up on his shoulders and enter me again. The short pause between shots had made Xavier's cock relax a bit, which meant he had to pump it a few times to get it nice and hard. I couldn't see him over the shoulder pads reviving Popper to its full glory, but my left calf was bouncing on his shoulder as he vigorously jacked himself. I definitely could feel it when he'd rub his cock head across my backdoor, teasing of what was about to come. This short pause between shots had given some relief to my aching hole, however with every brush of his large mushroom tip against my anal lips, they involuntarily clenched up a bit. Xavier had his left hand on my right thigh. With his right hand assumedly gripping popper, his focus was on guiding it into me. As soon as I felt his dick touch my sticky, puckering skin, I closed my eyes and bit down on my lower lip. "Uhhhhhh, ohhhhh, mmm, aaaahhhhh." A moan escaped my body as if it were being pushed out by the slow and steady insertion of Popper. Xavier didn't stop until he was completely inside me, and his short curly pubic hair was rubbing against the back of my ass. Click, click, click. "Alright Xavier, I think Blake is ready, why don't you pound him for little bit, like he's the bitch boy who just lost you that trophy," Jake said, as he positioned himself just to the left of Xavier. His camera went back and forth between snapping photos of the cock in my ass and Xavier's facial expressions. The camera on the tripod near my head, had been extend higher, with the camera tilted down to capture my face. It was still being controlled by Jake remotely, and I couldn't help but notice the minute Jake referred to me as a bitch boy, the shutter went off. Without a doubt it snagged a few photos of the pure trepidation I was feeling, especially when Xavier grabbed my arms by my bound wrists and used them to pull me harder onto his fat pole. "Oh, oh GOD, ahhh, Oh fuck, OH, OH, SHIT, ah, ah, ah," came the moans as he set off fucking his bitch boy. Click, click, click. I was thankful for the added lube Xavier had applied while getting Popper hard. At one-point Xavier moved both of his hands back to my thighs giving him even greater thrusting power. Although he was really pounding me now, I was happy he was no longer using my arms for leverage. By the mad look on his face, I wasn't sure if he was playing up for the camera, or if he was seriously angry fucking me. "Fuck Jake, if I keep this up, I'm gunna cum," Xavier announced. "Go for it, just make sure you pull out and shoot your load over his belly and shoulder pads, if you can," Jake said, still moving all around us taking pictures from all angles now. With the green light, Xavier shocked me by not only picking up the speed, but by also picking me up. Well at least my ass that was, which was now inches off the desk and getting obliterated by Xavier and his cock With this new angle, my body slid back and forth on just the back of the shoulder pads, as the plastic parts filled the room with a noise that suggested it was scratching into the wood desktop. I was moaning gibberish, as he hammered my hole. It had taken much longer than it normally did during sex, but I was finally rock hard. Something Xavier hadn't missed. Impressively, while still holding me up with just his grip on my right thigh, his right hand slipped between my legs and pulled my jock over my leaking dick. "Mmmm, ahhh, huh, huh, Jesus, Oh Jesus, mmmm, fuhhuuuccckkk, ohhh," I groaned as my rod slid between his five fingers. Click, click, click. With a sudden cry out, I fired several shots of cum high into the air, landing all over the sweaty football pads, my neck, and face. I let out quite an audible moan when Xavier forcefully yanked his pulsing rod out of me. With a huge grunt from Xavier, I saw his first shot of seed just in time to close my eyes before feeling it splash against my nose and mouth. I felt the second load hit my neck, while I assumed loads three and four must have hit the pads. The remaining loads were aimed at my belly button. I knew this because I could feel the head of Popper touch me there, as it pumped out the last of its baby makers. Click, click, click. "Fuck that was hot boys," Jake said. "Fuck yeah!" Xavier said in between taking deep breaths. I was still lying on the desk, catching my own breath, as Jake announced it was time to move to the next location. Xavier gave me a quick wink and then pulled me up into a sitting position by my still bound arms. Smiling, as he stood between my legs, Xavier used his thumb to wipe his cum off the bridge of my nose. Xavier then went to work assisting Jake to move the equipment from the office into the shower area, without once stopping to put something on to cover up his swinging cock. Jake told me that it was better if I just caught my breath, as the next scene required my hands to stay bound, so there was no reason to cut the tape from my wrists. Plus, without saying anything about it, I assumed the cum that was all over my face and body, that Xavier hadn't wiped off, was to stay there, as Jake made no comment with regard to having it removed. Sitting in the desk chair, which had been rolled out of the way for the shoot, I watched Jake and Xavier move all the equipment. As they were moving the last piece, I took a look around at what we had done to the office and laughed. What once was on the desk now littered the floor, and on top of the desk were small droplets of cum, that had dripped off me. As I stood to follow them out, I noticed that my sticky hole had left a mark on the chair as well. This really got me laughing as I tried to imagine what the first period PE teacher was going to think when he walked into this mess and then found lube residue all over his chair. Walking up to where Jake and Xavier were setting up the equipment next to one of the communal shower columns, I heard them conversing over what seemed to be the logistics of Jake's plan. "I'm just saying, this isn't going to work?" Xavier said. "Why not? I think this is going to look hot?" "It's not the idea that I think is off, it's the height differences. No way it's going to look natural." I wasn't exactly certain what they were talking about, having walked into the middle of their conversation, but it didn't take a genius to figure out we were doing some kind of shower scene and there seemed to be an issue with it because of my short stature as compared to Xavier's freakish size. "Ah, I see what you're saying," Jake said, before scanning the locker room. "Perhaps we can find something for him to stand on?" Still not a hundred percent sure what they were talking about, I at least thought I had a solution to their current dilemma. "I think in the storage room is a small stepstool. Would that work?" "Perfect," Jake said, as he ran from the shower area, toward the equipment room. With Jake off looking for the stool, it left Xavier and myself alone, and even though we'd spent all night intimately having sex, there was an awkward silence between us that I tried to fill with idle chat. "What do you do for a living?" "I'm the head bouncer for Area 151 nightclub." "Cool. I've heard of that place," I said. "Yeah, it's a cool gig. Gotta deal with the occasional asshole, but for the most part I get to check out hotties all night long." "Being Saturday, shouldn't you be working tonight?" I asked. "Jake's a good friend and I owe him big time. Plus, he never shuts up about how hot his boyfriend is, and well, hell, when he finally showed me a picture of you, how the fuck could I say no," Xavier said, as he gave me another wink. I felt my cheeks flush at the big man's compliment. Standing in the middle of the boys' shower room at my high school, I must have been a sight to see. Wearing only a jock and shoulder pads, my hands bound and cum drying all over my body, and now my cheeks were rosy red. In that moment I couldn't help looking down at the huge piece of meat hanging between his legs. "But, Jake never mentioned how cute you are when you're blushing." Thankfully, Jake returned just in time with the stepstool before I had to think of something to say back to Xavier. "Good call little cub, this will work perfect." Jake placed the stepstool under one of the shower heads and had me move onto the first step, completely missing that Xavier and I were just talking. The step was less than a foot off the ground, but it was clearly needed as I was still a good eight or nine inches shorter than Xavier. Jake handed Xavier the athletic tape again and then instructed him as to what he was looking for. While looking cocky about what he'd done to the poor boy, me, who'd cost him his glory, he was to add a new loop of tape around the center of my bound wrists, and pull my arms above my head where he was to secured them to the shower head in front of me. Xavier acted this out perfectly. Click, click, click. "Man, with Blake at this height, he sure is prime for a real spanking this time," Xavier said, with his hand rubbing one of my cheeks. Hearing that comment, I tried in vain to look over my shoulder and see Jake's reaction, but I hadn't need to fuss, as I heard him give his approval. "Sounds good to me." Xavier stepped up behind me and put his left forearm under my chin, like he was choking me. Then he whispered the most nonsensical thing into my ear I'd ever heard. "Ready?" The answer was fuck no, with a hard exclamation mark. But being as I had little say in the matter, I just stood there waiting for the inevitable pain. Whaaacckkkk. "Fuuuhhhuuuuuckk," I wailed, as the pain was sharp and sudden. If I thought the spanking in the office was hard, this behemoth of man just slapped me harder than Lucas did with a wooden paddle. Instinctually, my body reacted by clenching my cheeks and trying to move away from the source of my discomfort. However, with Xavier's arm around my neck, there was nowhere to go. Whaaaackk. Click, click, click. "OW, fuck, wait, wait, ow, please," I begged as only two hits in, and my eyes were already watering up. "Are you sure you want him to stop? These pics are pretty hot, and someone seems to be liking it as well," Jake said, stepping to the side of me, where he took a grip of the jock and my hard cock beneath it. With my cheeks once again flush from embarrassment, I could feel Jake's hand on my hard cock twitching in the stuffed pouch of my jock. Biting down on my lower lip, I looked over at him and shook my head, letting him know I really didn't want it to stop. "That's my little cub." Jake said, before stepping back and bringing his camera back up and letting Xavier know he was good to swing away. "He's good for a couple more.". While still coming to terms with the fact that I was getting off on this big man spanking me, I distinctly recalled Jake saying I was good for only a `couple' more. Because, Xavier, however laid into me with four additional slaps. Each one felt harder than the last, and each one brought forth more leaking precum into my already damp underwear. There was such a burning, stinging feeling in my ass, that I was finding it hard to breath. The tears flowed freely down my face, which contradicted my level of aroused horniness. "Damn, you can make out my handprint on his ass," Xavier announced with a bit of glee in his voice. Click, click, click. While I was trying to compose myself, Xavier moved quickly in releasing my neck, and applying fresh lube to my hole. And even though my ass cheeks were on fire, I was still randy as could be. So, as soon as I felt Xavier apply the lube to my back door, I gave a couple shakes of my bubble butt, just before he took hold of my hips and slammed Popper back inside me. It drove me onto my tippy toes being long dicked by his thick monster, but I wanted it this time. Click, click, click. There'd been at least a fifteen to twenty minute pause since Xavier and I shot our loads. Currently, we'd only been at it about three minutes when I heard Jake say it was time for one more position change. I was so horny; I couldn't hold back a groan of displeasure at having to stop again. Even Xavier seemed upset with Jake's request, as he put his forehead onto the back of the shoulder pads and growled. Jake clearly understood our displeasure and was fast to respond. "This is the last scene, and there's nothing that needs to be set up. So, the faster we move the faster you two can get back to it." That at least got our attention, and even though I hated feeling Xavier pull Popper from my hungry pussy, we both moved with a purpose to get it back inside me. Xavier tore the tape holding me to the shower head, and we both followed Jake over to a bench seat near the lockers. Jake positioned me so that I was on my stomach, arms outstretched once more, and feet on the tile floor. In truth, I really didn't care about the shoot anymore, I just wanted Xavier's cock back where it belonged, wrecking my dripping wet hole. Which was clearly Xavier's thought as well. Because, in one fluid motion, he straddled the bench, grabbed my hips, and re-inserted his cock into my ass, to the sound of my contented moan. Click, click, click. It didn't take long for Xavier to find his pace again and soon enough the locker room echoed of the purring noises coming from my mouth, and the sound of his large testicles slapping against the back of my legs, as he repeatedly slammed Popper into me. My sweaty forehead was resting on my forearms with my eyes closed as I focused on the mind-blowing feelings Xavier was giving me. So, it was with shock when I felt Xavier grab my hair and pull my head up. It took a second for my eyes to recognize what they were seeing and process that message in my brain. Jake had ditched the camera and was now straddling the bench and my arms, with his long hard dick just inches from my mouth. I loved feeling Xavier's hand pulling my head back by my hair, as I opened my mouth, and happily devoured this familiar piece of meat. Jake's cock was long, but not nearly as thick as Xavier's tool, and I'd long since learned how to swallow his tasty sausage. Yep, had someone walked into the locker room at that very moment, I would have been known as the cock hungry boy who was caught moaning like a whore as he was spit roasted by nearly eighteen inches of hard male shlongs. And my story would have gone down as school legend, as it was passed from the mouths of seniors to incoming freshman for eternity. As it was, no one found us, and in truth I'd long since stopped caring if they had. Right now, my focus was on the two large men filling me up with their massive cocks. Jake took Xavier's place in holding the back of my head, while Xavier's hand went to the small of my back. "God damn Jake, Ahhh, yeah, mmm, your boy's hole is fuck, huh, so fucking good." "Ohh, yeah, oh shit, fuck yeah, he's the best," Jake said, looking me in the eyes as I slobbered all over his dick. It wasn't the most pleasing feeling ever, having my jock covered boner sliding against the wood bench, but fuck I was horny, and I was getting off on my lover and his friend using me. That alone was enough to make me cum, and from the building sensation within, I knew I wasn't far from shooting another load. And, from the sounds of their moaning, I could tell both men were set to cum soon too. "Oh shit lover boy, fuck, here it comes, fuck, fuck, oh damn," Xavier called out as popper gave forth his second deposit of seed, this time inside my quivering hole. Jake followed Xavier's lead, after burying all of his snake down my throat, by erupting a massive amount of jizz straight into my belly. I was now a literal twinkie as the two men pumped me full of cream. While I was being filled with copious amounts of semen at both ends, my own cock launched a hefty load into the tightly woven fabric covering my mushroom tip. When it was all over, both men slowly pulled their deflating dicks from my body as I heard both of them give contented sighs. With cum dripping from my gaping hole, and spit trickling across my puffy lips, I heard the shutter release one more time, before anyone untied me. Click, click, click. Xavier and Jake were almost completely dressed before I found the energy to sit up all the way. While the two of them packed everything up, I went ahead and took a shower. I didn't have soap with me, but the hot water alone was enough to wash the sweat, cum, and dried lube off my body. Jake found a stack of clean towels in the storage room and grabbed one for me to use. I'd just finished getting dressed when Jake announced they were ready to head out. There was a shared chuckle, as Xavier and I watched Jake put the cum soaked shoulder pads, and helmet back into Rick's cubie. Leaving the locker room from the door we'd entered through, we stepped into the true darkness of night. The small jelly jar light that hung just above the door, that was off when we entered a mere three hours earlier, now burned with a dirty fluorescent glow. It provided the only semblance of light for us to gather our bearings from. Thankfully, as we left the shadow of the building, the moon's light lit up the fields just enough for us to see the far-off gate we'd parked by. And it truly was a good thing, because at the sudden sound of a twig snapping, we all jumped and ran like little schoolboys getting chased by older girls. When we made it to the safety of Jake's truck, we were all laughing, that is until I felt the throbbing pain in my ass from having ran after getting thrashed all night by Popper. After loading the gear into his truck, Jake gave a manly hug to Xavier and told him he'd call him tomorrow. Xavier then turned and gave me a loving hug. With Jake only a foot or so away, Xavier whispered into my ear just loud enough for him to hear, "Anytime you want that ride on luscious, you just give me a call, lover." "Fuck off. He's my H2W, and you've had your fair share of him tonight," Jake said, in mock anger. "That's your own damn fault for letting me have a taste. You know me and popper can't get enough tail, especially one as fine as this one." "Again, you two know I'm right here, right?" It was to laughter that we all parted. Jake and I in his truck, and Xavier on his bike. "So, where's your mom tonight?" Lucas asked Andrei, leaning back against his naked lover, as the two teens spooned in the older boy's bed. "She went to visit her sister for the weekend," Andrei said, in between kissing the ear and neck of Lucas. "Cool. Well, I couldn't be happier she's gone," Lucas said, grinding back on Andrei's hard cock, which was pressed between his cheeks. "Uhh, yeah, mmmm, me too," Andrei moaned. "This coming weekend and the photography exhibit at the fairground, you, mmmm, good, with, ohh, inviting Alex and Blake, ahhhh," Lucas asked. "Anything for you babe," Andrei breathlessly responded, his cock head entering his boy's sweet hole. Back at Jake's, I gingerly helped him move the gear from his truck to his garage. We were both exhausted and headed straight for his room. I gave Sam a couple pats on the head, and then slid under the covers in just my boxers briefs. Jake jumped in the shower, before returning and joining me in bed. I had closed my eyes, and was already half asleep, when I felt Jake slide up behind me. I loved spooning like this with my big bear. "You were amazing tonight little cub," Jake said, kissing my cheek. "I hated sharing you like that, cause I love you so much, but damn you were hot." "I love you too big bear. It was fun, but can we take next weekend off. I think I'm going to need a whole week to recover from tonight," I said, reaching behind me and stroking his hairy thigh. "Of course love, anything for you. After tonight's performance, we'll do whatever you want." "Really? Whatever I want?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder. "I thought you said you needed a week off?" "I do, it's just there's a photography exhibit at the fairgrounds. Maybe we can go?" "As you wish love." Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please think about letting me know. (Tony at tfreitas62@yahoo.com)