Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2021 18:22:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3,2,1 Smile - Chapter 17 This story is work of fiction and contains sexual scenes between adults and minors. Please note this story also contains minor drug use and unprotected sex. 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) As always, I love to hear your feedback, good, bad, story ideas, anything really. Just send me an email to (Tony @ 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. 3, 2, 1, Smile! Recap of the end of Chapter 16 "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." ______________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 17 – Capturing the Moment 8 am Sunday morning and I was slow to get up. I was beyond exhausted from the activities the night before, and man was my body sore. My shoulders ached from my arms being stretched out in front of me all night. And my rectum, which Xavier all but wrecked, pulsed like it was bruised. `Popper' had lived up to its name. I felt like a deflowered virgin all over again. I wasn't shocked that I woke up in Jake's bed alone. I figured he was probably in his dark room working on the photos from the shoot. Sitting up, my first task was to respond to a missed text from my mom. Surprisingly, it wasn't too unpleasant, but simply asked when I would be home. After replying that I'd be home by lunch, I then sent Lucas a good morning text just as Jake walked back into the room. "How are you feeling little cub?" "Like a Mack truck ran through my ass." Jake walked up to the side of the bed and sat on the edge near me. The fingers of his left hand raked through my hair before he spoke. "That's kind of what I figured you'd say. So, I was thinking if you're not needed at home right away, I'd take you to the gym where you can float in the pool for a while...?" "And after you're done working out, we can meet in the hot tub, just like the first time we had sex?" I asked excitedly, cutting Jake off before he could finish. "Yeah, little cub, that was my thought." "Awesome!" I said, just as my phone chimed, letting me know I'd gotten a text. Looking down at the screen I saw that the text was from Lucas, and from that my brain quickly hatched out a plan. Being that I needed to talk to him anyway, and seeing as it would look better if it were his mom or brother dropping me off, since that was where I was supposed to be all night, I put my plan into motion. "Would you mind if Lucas joined us?" I asked. Chuckling, Jake gave my hair one more tussle before replying. "Okay, but just remember the trip is to be relaxing." "Yes dad!" I said sarcastically. "By the way, I've been going through the photos from last night, and I think the client is going to be more than pleased. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but damn they're some of my best work." "Really? They came out that well?" I asked. "Oh, hell yeah. Even though I witnessed the whole thing firsthand, just going through the photos gave me rock hard erection," Jake said. "Reeaalllyy??" I said licking my lips. "Knock it off! You know better than to tease me like that," Jake said slapping my bare thigh as he stood up. "In all seriousness, I hope he likes them; just not so much that he wants another set with me and Xavier anytime soon," I said, giving an exaggerated pained look. Jake gave a fake laugh as he headed toward the bedroom door. "Ha-ha. You know you loved it. And in truth, it's not the client I'm worried about wanting more, its Xavier. I'm afraid I wasn't a very good friend to him. I knowingly arranged and orchestrated a wild night of sex for him with my sexy little cub. And today I'm sure he is wondering if he'll ever get another chance with you. Because let me tell you little cub, you're like a drug, you're addictive, but in a good way. And once you've had the pleasure of being with you it's all one can think about," Jake said, nodding as if he was agreeing to his own comment. As if he'd snapped himself back to reality from his own little daydream, he quickly changed the subject. "So, let's get you on the mend. Figured we leave in fifteen?" Jake grabbed his gym clothes, and then left the room, leaving me blushing and smiling from ear to ear. He knew, just as I did, if he wanted my hole right now, I'd give it to him. Grabbing my phone, I replied to Lucas' text. `What's are you up to right now?'...send ... `Nothing. Just got home from Andrei's.' `Cool! Up for meeting me at the gym?'...send ... `That sounds good. Then U can tell me how the shoot went.' `Say in 30 min?'...send ...`Cool, see you soon' With Lucas up for meeting me at the gym, I was motivated to roll myself out of bed. I made my way over to the dresser drawer Jake had designated for me, and grabbed the pair of white speedos from my first shoot with Diego. I also grabbed a clean white t-shirt, pair of socks, and a hoodie. Slowly, I stripped off the boxer briefs I'd slept in, and gingerly pulled on the speedos. Then I put on the jeans from the night before and pulled on my socks, shirt, and shoes, before walking down to meet Jake in the entry. At the gym, I'd just grabbed a towel and was about to head out to the pool when John walked in. "Looking good as always Parker!" John said, laughing at his own joke. Jake clearly didn't get the joke, until I filled him in on the missing part. "He means Peter Parker, as in Spiderman, as in my Halloween costume," I said, which put a knowing smirk on Jake's face. "I'm good John, how are you doing?" I asked. "Not bad. Although I'm sure after this workout, probably a lot worse," he said, smacking Jake on the shoulder. I worked out a time to meet Jake at the hot tub, said my goodbye to John, and headed toward the pool. As usual there were a couple of old men sitting in the hot tub, who stared me down unashamedly as I walked by. I ignored them, as I was happy to see Lucas was already swimming laps. Thankfully, there was only one other person in the pool along with Lucas, and she was an older woman swimming in the lane farthest from him. As I descended the steps into the pool, the cool water felt amazing on my swollen hole, and I was more than happy to just wade over to the lane Lucas was in. Lucas had just touched the far wall and was heading back my way, as I leaned up against the coping. As he swam up on me, he stopped and stood up. Lucas took a second to remove his goggles and catch his breath. I took that time to sneak a look at his wet, hairless, chest, which always turned me on. "Dude, what's up?" I asked, fist bumping him. "Seriously? That's a dumb fucking question. Dude, don't keep me waiting any longer; how'd the shoot go? Was the dude hot?" Lucas asked in excitement. I spent the next five minutes going over most of the details from the shoot, to a stunned Lucas. The moment I'd described Xavier and his cock `Popper', Lucas' mouth opened as he intently listened to me. When I let him in on how I was fucked all over our high school locker room, it looked like I'd blown his mind. "Damn! In the boy's locker room? That's crazy. Kind of nasty, but hot at the same time. Especially the idea of doing it all over that prick's desk," Lucas said, referring to Mr. Roberts, our PE teacher. He was an older man who'd come out of retirement as an ex-military instructor to torment young boys. He was old school to say the least, and he made no effort in disguising his dislike for Lucas and his flamboyant mannerisms'. "Now, for that, I wish I was there to watch," Lucas said. "Just watch?" I asked, a little surprised he wasn't asking me to have Jake arrange a shoot for him and Xavier. I'm not saying Lucas was a size queen, but I knew his internet history was full of porn sites of men with big cocks. Lucas swiped some water droplets off his lips with his tongue, before answering my question. "You know me, I'd love to do more. But now that I'm with Andrei, and I just couldn't do that to him. I really think I'm falling for him." I took a second to process this newfound maturity that I hadn't expected from him. "Wow! I think that's awesome," I said somewhat unconvincingly. "But?" Lucas asked, as he knew there was more on my mind. "But... it just doesn't sound like the carefree Lucas that I know. And now I'm worried you're not going to want to go through with our plan. We both know there is that risk of bringing Jake and Andrei together, that someone will slip, and Andrei might learn about what we've all done together." It was Lucas' turn to pause a second before answering me. "You love Jake, and yet you still want to get him and Andrei back together even though that same risk is there for you, right?" I silently nodded in agreement, and Lucas continued. "Well, it's the same for me. I really care for Andrei. And for the first time in my life, I'm with someone who makes me feel free to be myself. And if that means taking a risk to make him happy, then I guess I'm saying it's worth it." Lucas paused as if in deep thought, before going on. "I know my personality makes some people uneasy, including Andrei at times. But Andrei at least talks to me and lets me know how he's feeling when I become too much for him. And even then, he's never asked me to be someone I'm not. In fact, he's told me it's one of the reasons he finds me attractive. I guess in some cases opposites do attract. He loves that I don't give two shits what others think, even though it scares him at times. And I love his confident, quiet, shy side. And I want nothing more than to make the guy who makes me so happy, happy as well. So, yeah, I'm still very much in on our plan because it's for a good cause. And yes, I've probably changed a little, as I just don't think I could bring myself to sneak around behind Andrei's back. Now, if he was cool with it, that's another story." Without knowing it, Lucas had hit my soul with two reality punches that made me question myself and my own choices. The first was his sudden devotion to Andrei, which made me feel guilty again for all of the sleeping around I'd done behind Jake's back. The second was hearing him say that Andrei was the only person to ever make him feel free to be who he is. I was aware it wasn't Lucas' intention to hurt me, but those words stung the most, because deep down I knew it was true. Behind closed doors I loved Lucas' carefree spirit, but in public I backed away from it, and him. And now I was questioning what kind of friend that made me. "Are you crying?" Lucas asked, gently touching the solo tear on my cheek with a wet finger. In an effort to suppress my tears, I avoided eye contact and looked at the water as I responded to him. "Sorry. I'm just happy for you. And I promise in the future I'll be a better friend. One that always has your back," I said, wiping away a tear with my thumb, like something had suddenly gotten in my eye. Again, Lucas took a second before answering. This time it appeared he was trying to understand where my words were coming from. I knew he had figured it out when he gave a sigh and looked up at me with saddened eyes. "Dude, you know you're my best friend. My life has been nothing but better since meeting you. And you're not the only one who needs to work on being a better friend. I know you've been dealing with some emotional stuff recently, and I haven't made it easier by pushing Alex on you. Or that I've been spending a lot of time with Andrei. But none of that changes the fact that you're like family to me and I hope that never changes." Hearing what he said in his mind, Lucas was quick to add the disclaimer, "Forget that we've had sex together, but family nonetheless, you know ... You get what I mean, right?" Without another word spoken, I took a step toward Lucas and gave him the biggest embrace. I could feel he wanted this hug as well, by how hard he gripped me, and by his head resting on my shoulder. We broke our hug when we noticed the old lady in lane one had stopped swimming and was openly staring at us. We both laughed at her disapproving stare. "Now, back to the plan at hand. Were you able to get Jake to agree to going to the exhibit?" Lucas asked. "Yep, just as we planned. He's agreed to go, and for right now he thinks it's just him and me." Lucas then proceeded to recap where we were with our plan. "Cool. So then just before the exhibit you'll call Jake and tell him you got a ride there, and for him to just meet you. And I got Andrei to think we're double dating with you and Alex." I'd forgotten that we had decided to include Alex in the equation. Lucas thought his involvement would make the double date seem more realistic to Andrei. But after Lucas' long speech about being faithful, it had me second guessing having Alex and Jake in the same room with me. I had tried to make it as clear as possible to Alex that I was with someone else; I just wasn't sure if he truly understood. I was afraid bringing them together could backfire horribly. "Hmm, how am I going to keep Alex and Jake from asking too many questions about each other?" I asked. Lucas scrunched his nose, as if to say he wasn't sure. "Well, hopefully Jake will be focused on Andrei, if everything goes right. So, perhaps, just make sure Alex doesn't show too much pda?" As I stood their pondering the predicament, Lucas informed me he was done with the pool, and that he'd meet me at the club's juice bar when I was done with Jake. That way his brother could pick us up and drop me off at home, making my lie that I was at his house all night seem legit. Before Jake had made it to the hot tub, I spent a few minutes sitting in the sauna drying my skin before jumping back into another water bath. Thankfully the two old pervs had left by the time Jake and I entered the hot water. Little was said between us, as I sat as close to him as I could without garnering the unwanted eye of strangers. Soon enough the heat got to be too much, and we called it quits. In the locker room I gave Jake a quick peck on the lips when no one was looking, before leaving him to meet back up with Lucas. I said my goodbye to Lucas, and thanked his brother for the ride as I exited the car in front of my house just after noon. And while my mom didn't question where I'd been, or what I'd been doing for most of the weekend, she was on me almost instantly about my list of undone chores and any homework I'd neglected, `while I was out goofing off', as she put it. If she knew how sore my ass was, I'm sure she wouldn't have been riding it the minute I walked in. But unfortunately, she had me dead to rights about letting my chores and homework slip, and it took me the rest of Sunday to get both done. Monday morning, I was quick to jump out of Diego's jeep and hurry over to meet up with Lucas before we walked into our first period class. While there'd been a lot on my mind lately, my current focus was on finding out if we had truly solved Mr. Bubl's riddle. If we were correct with our conclusion that his riddle was referring to cum, such an answer would definitely change our relationship with him. Mr. Bubl was already our favorite teacher, and even more so after we'd found out he was gay, but mostly because of the way he connected with his students. It was a connection that was always professional. But now, if Lucas and I were right, then he had knowingly crossed that teacher student boundary line. And, it hadn't slipped past either Lucas or I, that the very answer was inherently male related. His riddle wasn't just about sex. It wasn't jocular about procreation between a man and a woman, like a joke said from one straight male to another. Instead, there was a potential that the entire riddle was specifically about jizz, a subject most straight men did not openly talk about, unless to make fun of where they deposited their last load. The very idea of it made Lucas and I giddy with excitement and wonder. Did Mr. Bubl know we were gay? Like most days, students filed into Mr. Bubl's class as he stood behind his desk greeting each of them. Today, Lucas and I stepped to the side, too excited to wait till the end of class to talk to him. "Good morning boys." "Morning Mr. Bubl," Lucas and I said simultaneously. No doubt by the silly looks on our faces, Mr. Bubl had quickly deduced what we were there for. "Ah, so you two think you have an answer to the riddle I gave you, don't you?" he asked. "Yes!" was my quick reply. "Is it ..." Lucas tried to say, but Mr. Bubl cut him off with his index finger in the air, silently shushing him. "After class Mr. Hawking. For now, why don't you two take your seats." Begrudgingly, Lucas and I made it to our desks only to notice as we were sitting down the rest of the class was abuzz with excitement. I was about to tell Lucas that we were for sure on the right path with our answer based on Mr. Bubl's response, but whatever this new gossip was, made us both take interest. Leaning over I whispered to the kid sitting on my left, "Brent, hey, what's all the chatter about?" "Fuck dude! You haven't heard? Sounds like someone broke into the boy's locker room over the weekend and left the coaches office a mess," Brent whispered back. "What? How? I... I mean, school just started, how do you know this already?" I asked. "You know Franky, right? Well, he's the teacher's assistant for first period P.E., and apparently when he got to the gym this morning, a bit before class started, shit was going down. He's been live tweeting about it, ever since. Apparently, there's cops and everything. He just posted a video of Mr. Roberts losing his shit, screaming at the cops about how it looks like someone had sex on his desk!" Brent said quietly laughing. Everyone knew Franky. He was in the twelfth grade, even though he'd already turned eighteen before the school year had started. He was the school's jokester, and its most prominent gossiper. Almost everyone followed his social media accounts. I gave a fake chuckle, before turning away from Brent and looking back at Lucas. I could see that he had already pulled up Franky's twitter account on his phone, and by his wide-eyed expression, he knew what the chatter was about. Suddenly, I was flushed with fear, worrying that somehow this was all going to come back to me, and at any minute cops were going to come running into the classroom and arrest me. "All right, all right, settle down. I understand there is a commotion going on, but right now you're in English class, and I need you off your phones, and your attention up here," Mr. Bubl said, trying to take control of his class. The end of class bell shook me from my trance. I was so concerned about what was happening in the locker room, that I was about to leave the class, completely forgetting that Lucas and I were staying after to talk to Mr. Bubl. As I watched my classmates exit the room into the hallway, the greatest source of social chatter, I wished I could be with them to get the latest news. But Mr. Bubl pulled me back into the moment. "So, you boys think you have the answer to the riddle?" he asked, before continuing on to recite the riddle out loud, "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." "So, what am I?" Mr. Bubl asked. Lucas, as expected, jumped at the shot to answer him. "Cum!" "Not so loud Mr. Hawking," Mr. Bubl said looking around to make sure no one heard Lucas. Realizing no one had, Mr. Bubl proceeded on. "Yes, the answer to the riddle is semen, cum. Very nicely done on solving it. Not an easy challenge to figure out." "It was really hard," I said, which brought a laugh from Lucas. I rolled my eyes at him and explained my comment. "I meant, we tried to google it, and we couldn't find the riddle on the web anywhere." "Of course not, it's from my private collection. One-of-a-kind riddles that I've collected or created over time. I only give these to my special students because of their adult nature," Mr. Bubl said, winking at the two of us. "Special?" Lucas questioned. "Special, as in those students curious and gifted enough to get the riddle, but also mature enough to appreciate its adult theme. Did I choose wisely?" Mr. Bubl asked. Lucas and I looked at each other before looking back to Mr. Bubl, nodding in agreement. "I thought so too. Now, if this riddle was as far as you wanted to go, then I'll shake your hands and give you both some extra credit points toward your grades." This quickly brought smiles to our faces. "But, if you're interested in taking this a step further, then give me a week and I'll have another challenge for you. Be aware, this time it's more than just a riddle, and it will push your limits. But, if I know you two, I think you'll find the reward is well worth it." "Cool!" I said, which was repeated by Lucas as well. We had so many more questions for him, but we were running late. "Excellent! Now, you need to get to class," Mr. Bubl said, as his second period students started filling the room. In math class, I'm not sure I heard a single word spoken from Mr. Helmer, as the rumor mill was in full motion. I'd already heard several scandalous theories as to what had supposedly gone down in the boys' locker room. There was a wild story of a teacher sex orgy; one of coach Allen, the varsity baseball coach sleeping with a hooker; and then my favorite, was the one about the two female P.E. teachers having angry lesbian sex all over Mr. Roberts desk because they were sick of his conservative misogynistic ways. While I was engrossed in the theories, I was happy none of them came remotely close to what actually happened. And I figured only Lucas and I knew the real story, but when I entered 3rd period art, one look at Mrs. Kleiner told a different story. The look on her face said it all. As soon as I entered the class, Mrs. Kleiner pulled me aside, and whispered into my ear, "What the hell happened this weekend?" "Uh, um, well", ... I stuttered, as I looked around to see if anyone was listening in. Thankfully she cut me off. "After class I want the whole story, understand?" she said, as she ushered me to my table, without waiting for my answer. I spent the whole period trying to come up with what I was going to tell Mrs. Kleiner, and finally concluded it was best not to tell her the full truth. Instead, I told her how Jake and I staged a photo shoot to look like a football player in a locker room having sex. And, when she asked me about what happened in the coach's office, apparently my blushing cheeks was enough of an answer for her. With her head shaking in disbelief, she sent me away with these parting words: "You and Jake better hope to God your after-school activities don't come back to bite me!" With so much on my mind, I'd completely forgotten about my date with Alex. So much had happened since Friday, that it seemed so long ago. However, as I approached our lunch table, I could tell from the happy smile on Alex's face, as he saw me walking up, suggested Friday to him was still very fresh on his mind. "What took you so long?" Lucas asked with a concerned look on his face, as I took my spot next to Alex. "Mrs. Kleiner kept me after class to talk about one of my projects," I said, smiling back at Alex's broad smile, and then back to Lucas with a much different look, my facial expression hopefully conveying to him everything was fine, but now was not the appropriate time to discuss it. The rest of lunch was spent quietly talking to Alex about the upcoming photography exhibit, and me trying my best to downplay it from the second date Alex was trying to make it to be. My mid-day break was anything but relaxing, with Alex's leg rubbing up against mine, and Lucas shooting me looks, I was honestly happy when the bell rang. Ms. Jones' science class was a nice distraction from the mental gymnastics the first half of the day had turned out to be. The gossiping had slowed about the locker room incident, and the assignment of dissecting a shark was enough to keep me focused on the task at hand, instead of letting my mind wonder. My walk to the boy's locker room for fifth period P.E., had me reminiscing about my night with Xavier again. This time, however, not with the idea of being caught for what happened Saturday evening, but now simply the memory of it, and getting long dicked by those two beautiful men. By the time I'd reached the gymnasium, my jeans were sporting a nice little bulge. "Mr. Patterson, a word if you please?" came a deep voice, cutting through the chatter of the locker room, and snapping me out of my erotic daydream. I'd just made it to my locker when I heard my name being called out. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Mr. Roberts halfway standing out of his office ushering me over with his hand. My heart stopped for a second, and for those boys close enough to me to hear the exchange, it was as if they were compelled by nature to quietly let me know I was doomed. It was surreal walking into the office I'd defiled less than forty-eight hours earlier, and pretending I wasn't sure why I'd been summoned there. My body shook with fear, as Mr. Roberts sat in the very chair I'd left cum stains all over. A quick glance around, and I could tell he'd picked up all the files off the floor and was in the process of re-organizing them. "You, you wanted to see me Mr. Roberts?" "Yes. Please shut the door if you would. I have a couple quick questions for you, and no need for anyone else listening in on our conversation." Mr. Roberts' demeaner as he spoke suggested his request was not up for debate, and I was to do it without haste. There was a short pause as Mr. Roberts waited for me to be front and center before he started talking again. "I'm sure you've heard by now that this school had a break in over the weekend. This very office to be exact," Mr. Roberts said, and then pausing as if waiting for me to confirm I was up on the school gossip. I quietly nodded an affirmative, dreading where this was going. "Well, it appears the degenerates were all over the locker room with their shenanigans, and I was wondering if you knew anything about it?" he asked, his eyes piercing into my soul, as he waited for an answer. "No! Why would I know anything about it?" I responded defensively. "Well, after the police left, I was walking through the locker room and noticed in your locker where these two items," he said, as he reached into a drawer to pull out a towel, looking quite similar to the one I'd used to dry myself off with on Saturday night, and a roll of half used athletic tape. "This towel is still damp, and the tape is the same kind as what we found on one of the shower heads, and... I'm curious how they came to be in your locker?" Before I could answer Mr. Roberts continued with his interrogation. "Now, I know you didn't take a shower in P.E. last Friday, and I can't see why someone on the dive team would need athletic tape like this, which makes me reason they're somehow connected to whatever happened this weekend. Can you explain why you have these in your locker Mr. Patterson?" "Those aren't mine! I don't know how they got into my locker. I guess I must have left it unlocked over the weekend, and someone must have stuck them in there," I nervously fired back, my voice rising a couple octaves from the rush of adrenaline that was kicking in. "Interesting. So, your take is that whoever the pieces of shit are that broke into this office, whilst committing multiple acts of vandalism and violations against the law, stopped to take a shower and then placed their wet towel, along with the half-used roll of tape, out of all of the open and unused lockers, into your unlocked locker. Is that what you're suggesting Mr. Patterson?" Mr. Roberts asked, his voice getting louder in noticeable anger. I knew he was purposefully insulting those responsible for the break in, to see if it would cause me to react, and it did. But not like he thought it would. The more he seemed flustered by the events of the weekend, the more I thought about the wild sex I'd had on his desk, and it made me laugh on the inside. Now, in a much calmer voice, I replied to his accusation. "Maybe I did use a towel on Friday, and I just forgot. Or maybe the towel belongs to one of the boys from the last period P.E. class, I honestly don't know. I mean, are you watching every boy as they dress and prep before and after class? Same goes for the tape. Perhaps it was placed there after the Friday night football game by someone on the team. All I know is they're not mine, and I had nothing to do with this break-in," I said, regaining some composure. I knew I'd pinned him into a corner by suggesting the only way he could know that the towel and tape in question were mine was if he admitted to watching the boys as they dressed. And there was no way he was doing that to some inconsequential freshmen, which meant he couldn't prove what I was saying wasn't a viable response. "It seems shady Mr. Patterson. But you're right, I do not always watch the locker room floor. However, moving forward you can be assured I'll have my eye on you. Now get back to class before you're late," he said, in a tone that clearly told me he was done with this conversation. I thought about calling him out on saying he was going to be watching me from now on, but I'd won this round by the thinnest of my non-existent hairs around my cock, and I wasn't going to press my luck. Lucas was in the locker room waiting for me when I exited the office, and his worried look said it all. I spent the rest of the class filling him in on what Mr. Roberts said to me, while being on my bestest of behavior, as I noticed he was literally watching me every chance he got. After P.E., Lucas and I shared a chuckle as I kept my underwear clad ass toward the gym office window, knowing full well Mr. Roberts was looking at me through the tinted glass. I shook my ass a couple times before slowly sliding my jeans on, like I was a stripper getting dressed. As I walked out, I couldn't help but winking at the window, hoping it drove Mr. Roberts completely nuts. The last period of the day went by fast as I spent most of the time secretly texting back and forth with Lucas. At the sound of the final bell, I leisurely walked out to the parking lot to find Diego, who was my ride home this week. With Thanksgiving being Thursday and the school being out for vacation Thursday and Friday, all sporting activities for the week were cancelled including practices. My schedule for the rest of the week was pretty much set. Nothing noteworthy for Tuesday or Wednesday; Thursday would be Thanksgiving with just my mom and I; and Friday, would be spent with Lucas finishing all of the details for Saturday. I had known early on that Jake had plans to visit his parents in Florida for Thanksgiving, and that he would only be there for a day, and then back on Friday. So, there was no issue when I'd asked him about the exhibition on Saturday and his availability. For my mom and I, it was our first Thanksgiving without Grandma. And being in her house where we typically celebrated the day was why we decided to keep it simple and just the two of us. As expected, Tuesday came and went, with the drama from the break-in of the boys' locker room quickly dying down. That is except Mr. Roberts' interactions with me. He was on me the second I entered the locker room, and all the way until I exited it. Initially I found it comical, but toward the end of the class it felt a bit creepy. Throughout the period I did my best to ignore him, and not add any fuel to his fire. On Wednesday, I had just finished art class and was walking out for lunch when I was met outside the door by Alex. "What's up?" I said, looking at Alex leaning up against the wall with a cheeky grin. "Follow me," he said taking my hand, and leading us toward the south side of the campus and the girls' softball field. "Dude, where are we going?" I asked repeatedly, getting slightly annoyed that he refused to answer me. I continued to follow him only because his ass looked particularly good in his tight-fitting jeans. The weather was cool and damp, and I had no idea where Alex was taking me or why. I had a thought to put a stop to this, and head to lunch when Alex stepped behind the back side of an equipment locker shed. When I finally caught up to him, Alex's grin was wider than ever. He was quick to put his hands gently on my shoulders, from which he lightly pushed my back against the weathered plywood panel. I was about to ask what he was doing, but with a quick wink he dropped to his knees, and I knew exactly where this was going. For a fraction of a second, I was about to protest as his cold hands fished my limp cock from my jeans and underwear. I was afraid someone might see us, but once the sensitive flesh of my penis felt Alex's warm breath, all that came out of my mouth was a weak shudder of approval. "Oh, mmmmm, oh shit," I moaned as my organ slid delicately across his lips. Alex's inexperience showed as he coughed and choked, trying to take all of me in on his first pass. I know I probably should have given Alex some pointers, from my own extensive knowledge on sucking cock, but in the moment all I could think about was, `holy shit, I'm getting my dick sucked.' My left hand was on the plywood for balance, my right entangled in Alex's hair, as my toes curled inside my vans. It wasn't the best BJ that I'd ever had, but it was clearly doing the trick. I was only moments away from warning Alex that I was about to fill his mouth with a load of my salty seed when the sound of giggling girls interrupted my focus. Picking up on the fact their laughter was getting louder, meant they were getting closer, and while I was so close to nutting, I reluctantly pulled back on Alex's hair, guiding him off my wet prick. He looked up at me with a, `why'd you stop me' look, until he heard the girls' chatter. Then his face turned to that of panic as he scrambled to his feet. Calculating the girls sound and how close they were to us, Alex and I quietly stepped to the side of the equipment shed we assumed was opposite the side the girls were passing. Carefully leaning out, we saw three junior girls enter the dugout, only about fifteen feet from where we were standing. The ever-recognizable smell of weed and white smoke let us know the girls had no intention of leaving soon. "Sorry," Alex said, with the saddest of voices as he watched me push my slowly deflating cock, which was still wet with his spit, back into my boxers and jeans. "It's okay, I appreciate the effort," I said, as any nice person would. But now my balls were screaming for release, and I was questioning how I was going to make it through the rest of the day. It was an awkward walk back toward the cafeteria, as we both kept quiet. I felt bad for Alex, as he really did mean well, and for the most part his plan almost worked. Unfortunately, now both Alex and I were frustrated. For a second, I thought about stepping away from him, and finding the nearest bathroom to rub one out. But, in the end, I decided to grab some food before the lunch period was over. Alex and I walking up to the table together twenty minutes into a half an hour lunch break got a couple side-eyes from Lucas and Diego. During P.E., I got questioned by Lucas about my suspicious tardiness to lunch. I rolled my eyes at the suggestive tone of his questioning and gave him a bullshit answer about staying late in art class again. He returned the eye roll when I swore that it was only a coincidence that Alex was late to lunch at the same time as me. Alex's little adventure had left me randy and with sex on my brain. So much so that the very stares from Mr. Roberts that I'd found creepy yesterday were getting me hot and bothered today. At one point, toward the end of class, I slowly exaggerated wetting my lips with my tongue knowingly as he watched. It was only his puzzled look that made me quickly turn away, silently berating myself for my somewhat flirtatious behavior. Cringing, I forced a look back to see his reaction, and was relieved to see he'd finally given up on stalking me, having turned his attention to someone else. By the end of the last period, my balls were aching for release, and I couldn't wait to get home and relieve them of their built-up cum. At the final bell, I almost ran to Diego's jeep. "Hey freshie, you cool with a quick field trip before I drop you off? My folks are heading out to Mexico for Thanksgiving, and my pops forgot his passport. They're heading out right after work and he needs it before he leaves," Diego asked, as he pulled out of the high school parking lot. While I was desperate to get home, what could I really tell him: no? "Sure." "Cool. Hey, on that note, not sure what you're doing this weekend, but you should come over Saturday night, since I got the house to myself. Figured I'd invite the group and have a small get together. Sound good?" "Sweet! Yeah, I'll be there," I said, almost as a default response to being invited to any party, knowing full well I needed approval from my mother first. Diego pulled his jeep into the parking lot for Hudson Construction. It was a good size office, with an attached warehouse in the back. Diego's dad was one of Jake's lead foreman, and his mom worked in the office on the accounting side. When he parked his jeep, Diego jumped out, noting it wouldn't take long, and that he'd be right back. I heard him, but my brain was locked in on Jake's truck in the parking lot. "Hey Mike, let me out dude," I asked. Mike, being the easy-going guy that he was, simply let me out without question. "Do me a favor, and tell Diego thanks for the ride, but I'm going to catch a ride from Jake," I said, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and turning toward the office. "Are you sure you don't want us to wait, or are you planning on being a while?" Mike asked while making the universal hand gesture for fucking. "Shut-up!" I said laughing at his accusation, even though that's exactly what I was hoping would happen. In the short time that I'd known Jake I'd been to his office only once. It was when we stopped off before heading out to our camping trip at Dash Point. His office was larger than I'd expected. You entered the building through double swinging glass doors into a large open office where there was a clear distinction of spaces, but one in which you could see everyone from the lobby. Once past the office receptionist desk, there were a handful of desks on the left-hand side of the office, representing sales and accounting. On the right-hand side, there were just as many desks that represented his foremen and engineering teams. In the back of the office were two doors, one that led into Jakes private office area, and one that led out to the warehouse. Through the door to Jake's office, there was another desk immediately upon entering where his personal assistant sat, and then another door which led to his completely private office. On that occasion when we stopped off before the camping trip so that Jake could grab some handouts he'd printed but forgotten to take with him for the Boy Scout troop, Jake introduced me to a handful of people working in the office that day. Of course, by now I'd forgotten most if not all of their names. I did remember that Jake introduced me to everyone as his photography assistant, from a program through the High School as an elective course. Today as I entered the building, I stopped at the first desk, where a young woman named Kara greeted me. Thankfully her name was on a placard on the desk, as I'd completely forgotten it. "Hi Kara, not sure if you remember me, Blake, Jake's photography assistant.?" I asked. "Of course, I remember you Blake, how could I forget a cutie like you?" she said, in more of an overly friendly manner, than that of a flirtatious one. However, the hot pink lipstick and abundant amount of makeup looked more like she was ready for a Friday night at the bar than someone in a professional office setting. "I was wondering if Jake was around. He said to swing by with some of my work for him to look at," I said making up my reason for wanting to see him. "Yes, he's in his office in the back. I'm sure it would be fine if you just headed back there," she said, as the phone rang, and she turned her attention to it. I quickly headed back, walking past a few of Jake's employees, where most of the men noticed and then quickly ignored me, but the women looked up and smiled, with some of them waving at me as I passed their desks. One of them was Diego's mom, who, without leaving her desk, greeted me by name. Her name, thankfully I knew and remembered, as I said hi back to her. When I got to Jake's office area, I walked in through the open door and stepped up to Mrs. Carson's desk. She was a sweet old lady who worked as Jake's personal assistant since almost the first day he'd opened his office. "Hi Mrs. Carson." "Hi Blake, what a lovely surprise. Feel free to call me Betty. Is Jake expecting you?" the sweet white-haired lady asked. "I don't think so, but he did tell me to stop by to review some photos I've been working on. Is he busy right now?" I asked, hoping he wasn't with someone, or that Betty would ask to see the made-up photos I was pretending that I needed to show Jake. "Nope, his day has been pretty quiet, with the Holiday and all. I'm sure now would be fine for you to go in and see him." "Perfect! Thanks Betty." I headed to Jake's office door, where I simultaneously knocked on the door as I was walking in. Jake lifted his head from whatever he was working on to see who was entering his office. What he didn't see, as my body hid my hands, was me locking the door behind me. "Blake, what are you doing here?" he asked, pleasantly surprised to see me." Jake was wearing his typical work outfit of a white polo shirt and blue jeans, which did little to stir my hormones, but the overall smell of his office, being that of his familiar cologne, drove my horniness to a level off the charts. "I need you now!" I whispered as I dropped my backpack and frantically stripped my sweatshirt off, while heading toward him. "I thought you wanted a week off little cub?" Jake asked as I got to him in his chair. "Fuck that, I have to have you inside me now," I said, just as my head sprung free of my t-shirt, which was discarded to the floor as well. Jake quickly looked over at the door to check the condition of the handle, in which I verbally confirmed his green light to go. "It's locked." With the concern of being interrupted removed, Jake quickly focused his attention on my exposed belly button, which was now in front of his face. His glorious tongue lapped at my bare flesh, which caused me to giggle as it tickled me. My hands scrambled around the buckle of my belt and the button on my jeans, finally undoing both, as I shoved the restrictive clothing of my pants and underwear down. In an effort to steady myself, I grasped Jake's head, with my fingers dancing on top of his short, buzzed hair, while his tongue and mouth had moved north to where they were currently sucking and nibbling on my left nipple. "Oh, yes, Oh God, so good," I moaned. With my pants and underwear now at my feet, I did a little shuffle to kick off my shoes and work my legs free from the garments. With my newfound freedom, I dropped to my knees and wrestled with Jake's belt and jeans. Jake assisted me by lifting up his ass so I could pull his pants and boxer briefs down to expose his rapidly hardening prick. I dove in, starving for his cock, with my tongue and lips lathering his long piece of meat with my saliva. "OH, oh, mmmmm, oh damn, little cub," Jake quietly let out as I took his penis into my mouth. I worked on Jake's dong for a few minutes before his horniness started to match my own. With a strength that still impressed me to this day, Jake picked me up by my armpits like I was a featherweight. Seemingly without effort, he quickly placed me belly down, so that I was bent over his desk. While sitting in his chair, Jake explored my hole with his tongue, causing me to squirm in pleasure all over the stack of papers he'd been working on. It had been four days since my love tunnel was opened up by the girth of Xavier's tool. And while I thought I'd healed for the most part from that encounter, my sphincter was still clearly recovering from being stretched out to that extreme. With every wiggle of Jake's tongue, as it worked its way into me in an effort to loosen me up, there was a tinge of pain that reminded me why I'd asked for a week off from physical attention. While the feeling was definitely noticeable, I was in such a state of need, that my anal ring was going to have to just get over it, in more ways than one. When Jake gave up on eating me out and stood up, placing a hand on the small of my back, I knew what was coming next. "Yessssss, do it, do it, mmmmm, please stick it in me, mmmm," I begged, arms stretched out above my heard, holding onto the edge of his desk, waiting for his cock to give me what I had to have. "Is this what you want?" Jake asked dragging his mushroom tip over my sore lips, teasing the entrance, but never actually entering. "PLEASSSSSEEEE JAKE!" I moaned, forgetting where I was, as my body pushed back, trying to get him inside me. Jake leaned in, at the same time driving his nail into me, as he gently placed the palm of his left hand over my mouth, while whispering in my ear, "Shhhhhhhh, little cub. I don't need everyone hearing what's going on." I was wiggling and moaning as I felt his stiff cock enter me. From all of our sex sessions, Jake had learned what speed I could manage as he entered me, and while we were both horny as fuck, Jake plunged into me at a very controlled pace. However, once he was in me, it was now on, and Jake held nothing back while plowing my hole. While we both fought the urge to vocalize our emotions at an octave that Betty, or anyone in the office, could hear, the noise coming from the rocking desk was out of our hands. It thumped and squeaked with every thrust, as if it too was enjoying this afternoon romp. "Oh, oh, jeez, mmm, oh fuck, I'm close, so close, oh God," I moaned as I could feel my cock leaking loads of pent-up cum. Mere seconds later Jake had pushed me over the edge, as I erupted all over his desk and the floor beneath. Jake took a strong hold of my hair with his left hand, and with his right hand, he gripped tightly onto my right hip, just before grunting and filling me with his warm baby makers. My overly aroused anal cavity gripped and milked Jake's large tool, as it felt like he deposited a gallon of semen into me. Jake propped himself off the desk by his hands and arms, all-the-while dropping gentle kisses all-over my sweaty back. I laid beneath him with his spent cock still twitching in my ass. I was in heaven, having had my sexual need met. Jake seemed pleased as well from my surprise visit, as he lovingly continued to kiss me all over, letting his cock slide out of me naturally. "I don't know what inspired you to swing by my office, but please feel free to do it again whenever you so desire," Jake said, placing one last kiss, this time on my lips. "I wanted to see my big bear, before he left," I said, kissing him back. I grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on Jake's desk, and dabbed at the copious amount of cum dripping from my stretched hole. There was still a substantial amount inside me as I pulled up my briefs. Jake gladly agreed to take me home, but suggested I walk out first and wait for him in his truck. Once fully dressed I grabbed my backpack and headed out, my hole sloppy, wet and fully abused. "Did Jake like your photos honey?" Betty asked, as I was walking past her desk. "Um, yeah, I think so," I responded, slowly remembering the excuse I'd given her for my visit. "Well, it sure sounded like he loved them," Betty said, winking at me. I felt my cheeks blush, as I said the only thing I could think of in this terribly awkward moment. "Um, have a nice Thanksgiving Betty." "You too honey." I picked up my step as the thought of stopping to chat to anyone else in the office was more than my constitution could handle. Thankfully, Jake didn't take too long in wrapping up his workday and getting me home. When I told him what Betty had said, we both had a good chuckle about what she must have heard. Thankfully, Jake trusted her with his life, and we were confident she wouldn't rat on us. Even though my mom was still at work, we decided to say goodbye in Jake's truck. The kiss was long and hard as if he was leaving on an extended vacation, even though he'd only be gone for a little over a day. Because of all of the work Lucas and I had done to make the meet up between Jake and Andrei happen, I had Jake confirm he'd be back in time for the photo exhibition on Saturday at least twice. "Oh! Just to let you know, I've heard back from the client about your shoot with Xavier, and he loves it. I mean really loves it. We'll chat more about it when I get back, but just thought I'd let you know," Jake said, just as I was getting out of his truck. "That's great. Let's just hope he's not looking for another one with Xavier," I said shaking my head just thinking about riding on that monster again. "We'll talk about it when I get back little cub. Until then, have a wonderful Thanksgiving and know that I love you," Jake said, giving me the biggest smile. "Oh, come on, don't leave it like that! Seriously, how am I supposed to have a nice Thanksgiving, now that it sounds like you're working out another way of having me impaled on Xavier's massive dick again?" I said, throwing my arms up. "Don't worry about it, I'm taking care of everything. But be honest, it's totally going to make you think twice when you're watching your mom stuffing the turkey, now isn't it?" Jake said, laughing at his own joke, as he gestured with his hands a fist going through a hole up to his elbow. "That's not funny. At least the turkey isn't alive when something huge is shoved into it," I retorted. "I'll call you when I land on Friday night little cub," Jake said, changing the subject. "Okay, I love you. Have a safe trip and a happy Thanksgiving with your family," I said as I shut his truck door. Thanksgiving was as expected. Mom and I slept in a little, before getting up and making a simple turkey meal. We did the usual activities, which included watching a bit of the Thanksgiving Day parade, and a walk around the block before sitting down to eat. It was a bit solemn without Grams, but we made it through without crying. I did laugh a little as I watched my mom stuffing the turkey. Poor bird. But at least she used butter before she shoved her fist into it. I spent most of Friday over at Lucas' place going over all of the details for Saturday. I spent the rest of the night texting back and forth with Alex. It was the first time we'd communicated with each other since our little failed outing. I still wasn't sure how Saturday was going to go, having Jake and Alex in the same room, but Lucas assured me the day was about Jake and Andrei, and that Alex would understand once he caught on to what was happening. On Friday night Jake texted me that he'd landed safely, which I replied with the typical pleasantries of me missing him and being glad that he was home safely. I followed it up with a text asking him if he was cool if there was a change in the plan. I told him at the last-minute Lucas wanted to go as well, and that his brother was going to drop us off around noon. If it was okay, we'd just meet up at the exhibit. Before even asking the question I already knew his response. Of course he said yes to hanging out with his two favorite blonde boys. Lucas and I knew the real trick to pulling this off was how we acted around Andrei and making sure he never suspected our intentions. One inappropriate giggle here, or a smile that lingered too long there, would be enough to trip Andrei's radar that something was up. The plan for Saturday morning was fairly simple. Lucas and Andrei would pick me up around 11 am, before we headed over to Alex's and then to the exhibit. The goal was to get there ahead of Jake and be inside when he arrived. That morning I chose to wear a pair of dark blue jeans, a light blue denim long sleeve button shirt, a plain white t-shirt, a pair of black Hanes briefs, and my newest pair of all white adidas shoes, with no-show white socks. Just as I had finished combing my hair and dabbing on a bit of cologne, my phone pinged with a text letting me know Andrei and Lucas were outside. "What's up?" I said jumping into the back seat. There was some small banter between the three of us about everyone's Thanksgiving, before pulling up at Alex's. Even though there was a light mist in the cool November air, Alex was on the porch waiting for us. I knew immediately it was because of his parents, and him not wanting us to enter the house to deal with them. However, the beauty of Alex was his ability to move past that with his charm, which was clear as day by the ear-to-ear smile he had as soon as we pulled up. "Hey guys," Alex said jumping into the back seat with me. Alex was wearing a red and grey plaid flannel shirt, with a navy-blue vest coat and hoodie. His jeans were a dark forest green, and his outfit was capped off by a pair of black and white Keds. All-in-all, the outfit worked for him, and he looked like an urban lumber jack. Once we were on our way, I looked over at Alex, who was still smiling broadly, and commented on his look. "You look good," I said quietly enough that I was sure only Alex heard me. "Thanks. So do you," he whispered back. The exhibit was being held at the local fairgrounds, which was only a few miles away. After parking and walking past the front gates, we arrived just after 11:30. Once inside the fairgrounds, there were signs that led you to the large exhibit buildings that were hosting the event. In the large courtyard, just before the exhibit halls, were your typical fairground food shacks. Lucas and I gave a silent nod to each other as we passed the popcorn shack, knowing that's where we planned to have Jake and Andrei `run' into each other. The exhibit was a mix of small gallery showings of local photographer's work, and teaching booths. One teaching booth, which seemed quite popular, was on how to maximize your settings on your smart phone camera to get the best shots. I myself was very interested in the teaching booths that focused on effects of different lenses, an area of photography that I was still trying to get a grasp of. As the four of us meandered from booth to booth, we naturally paired off with Alex and I walking a few steps behind Andrei and Lucas. I was purposefully walking slow in an effort to keep us close to the front doors. I'd already texted Jake for him to let me know when he arrived, and that I'd meet him outside at the popcorn shack. While looking at a local photographer's collection of black and white photos, my phone came to life in my pocket, as its vibrations informed me I'd gotten a recent text. Pulling it out I saw, as expected, a text from Jake saying he'd arrived. Thankfully, Lucas and I had tried to cover all possible scenarios, including how we would communicate that Jake was here, even if Lucas was looking at me, as was the case currently. With an overexaggerated couple of coughs from me, Lucas gave a quick look back and jumped into action. "Hey sexy, how much do you love me?" Lucas asked Andrei, as he draped himself on Andrei's shoulder. "This sounds like you want something from me, because you know I love you," Andrei said with a questioning look on his f ace. "I can't stop thinking about that popcorn shack we passed on the way in. Would you be a dear and go grab me a bag of caramel popcorn?" Lucas asked, batting his eye lashes at Andrei. Of course, we knew Andrei wouldn't hesitate in wanting to make Lucas happy, especially if it was as simple as getting him a bag of popcorn. And after being a nice guy and asking if Alex or I wanted a bag too, which we declined, Andrei skipped off on his task. With no explanation to Alex, which, based on the look on his face was probably needed, we pulled him along with us, as we secretly followed Andrei out to the food area. We stayed about fifteen feet behind Andrei, making sure we were always out of his viewpoint. As soon as we cleared the doors and entered the food court area, I could see Jake at the popcorn shack waiting for us and looking around to see where we were. Surprisingly, it was Jake who made eye contact with me first, unknowingly looking straight past Andrei, who seemed to be in his own little world as well. It was only until I made a hand gesture pointing at Andrei, that Jake looked at where I was directing his attention. Instantly, I knew he had figured out what was going on as his facial expression just froze. Almost at the same time, Andrei snapped out of his daze and finally looked up to make eye contact with the man who was staring at him. We'd moved to just a few yards behind Andrei when the two of them realized who they were looking at. It was Andrei who reacted first. "Jake? ... JAKE!" he cried out as he ran and threw himself into Jake's arms. It was followed quickly by Jake calling out Andrei by his first name, and embracing him in a bear hug, like he was that little boy he'd come to love. Chapter 18 coming soon! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please think about letting me know. (Tony at tfreitas62@yahoo.com)