Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2017 17:29:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Freitas Subject: 3.2.1...Smile! Chapter #3 - Close-up 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. As Always, please remember to support nifty, as your donations are what keep the site going. (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) I love to hear your feedback as it inspires me to keep writing. (Tony @ tfreitas62.yahoo.com). I hope you enjoy. And to those who have assisted me with ideas and editing (You know who you are), please know your help is greatly appreciated. 3, 2, 1, Smile! Chapter #3 – "Close-Up" "Shit, what, what?" I said startled awake by the sudden clambering of a motor coming to life inside the house. As my eye's slowly adjusted to the incoming light of the sun's rays, I realized I was still lying in bed and the construction crew was getting started. Calming down, I slowly worked my hands down my bare chest, letting my fingers dip and rise with every muscle in my abs, until they passed over the waist band of the black soccer shorts I had thrown on the night before. As I did with almost every morning, my hands eventually reached my hard prick as I let my eyes close again and I transported back to being naked on Jake's couch, his green eyes holding my gaze, his lips just inches from the mushroom tip of my cock. I could feel my hands stroking my morning wood through the soccer shorts as Jake was about to engulf my dick ... "URRRHUMMMM." Came the voice from outside my room, as my eyes shot open and my head rolled to look at my wide open bedroom door. After the day I had had yesterday, with all the emotional turns and twists, I treated myself to a few hits off of Captain Kush after my mom had gone to bed. All I remembered was looking at tumblr websites of large bearded men before I drifted off, in which I had clearly forgotten to close my door. Of course it had to be the same boy who had called me out the day before, standing there staring at me, as I fondled myself with my right hand. I quickly rolled out of bed and turned so my tented shorts were out of his sight. "You know you should really think about closing the door if you're going to buff the banana." He said snickering at his own joke. "I didn't know the door was open." I said embarrassed and pissed as I fumbled for a shirt. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked, sliding on the dirty shirt I had picked up from the floor of my room, my back still to my morning interrogator. "I don't know, how long do you think it takes to snap 4 or 5 pictures with my cell phone?" He said looking down at the phone in his hand. "WHAT?" I screamed as I took an aggressive step toward him. "Easy sport," He said putting a hand up, stopping me in my tracks. "I'm just fucking with you. The crew just got here and I'm the only one who noticed your door was open. I just looked in when the compressor kicked on and you woke up. I was about to close your door when you started, um adjusting yourself, and I couldn't help but saying something. By the way, it's not like you're the first dude to have woken up with a stiffy." He said having now taken a step into my room. "Sorry, I was just startled and all." I said feeling bad I had gotten angry at him. `No worries. I'm Diego." He said holding his hand out. "I'm Blake." I said reaching out to shake his hand. Diego quickly pulled his hand back right before we were about to shake hands, "Uh, maybe you should wash your hand first." He said giving me a fake disgusted look. I on the other hand turned three shades of red. "How old are you?" I asked as we finally shook hands. "Seventeen. And yourself?" "Fourteen." I replied. "Damn, you're ripped for fourteen. What do you do, like crossfit or something?" Diego asked eyeing my stomach under my shirt. "Thanks. I dive and play soccer." I said. "Ah, the diving, it's like swimming and gymnastics wrapped into one. Makes sense. I like to watch that sport, but I could never do it, there's no way in hell you're dragging me up that high." Diego said shaking his head back and forth emphatically. "Yeah, diving would be hard if you have a fear of heights." I said remembering the breathtaking view I had from the ten meter board at my last diving competition. "Do you play any sports?" I asked looking at Diego, who was standing in front of me wearing construction boots, heavy denim beige pants, and an orange t-shirt, which was tight around his arms and chest. "Yeah, I'm on the high school's wrestling team. You probably couldn't tell cause I'm not as ripped as you, but its summer time so I kind of let myself go a bit. I love me my breakfast burritos, but I can't have them when I have to make weight for wrestling. Fucking sucks." He said pulling his shirt up and patting his stomach. You could see the signs of the first four abs on Diego's light brown stomach as he held his shirt up. The last two seemed covered by just a little showing of fat around his waist, but clearly there were signs of fit athlete, who I had mistakenly deemed stocky the day before. I was fixated on the happy trail of dark hair leading from his outie belly button down into the waist band of his pants. "So, you're going to be a freshman this year?" Diego asked, snapping me out of my trance, as he let his shirt fall back down. "Oh, um, yeah, yeah a freshman." I said looking up at him. Diego had dark hair that was a bit longer than mine that he spiked with lots of product, dark brown eyes, and the best ever chipmunk cheeks I had ever seen, that were capped off by his sweet dimples, and just the hint of a mustache on his upper lip. One might have called it stubble, but you could tell Diego was trying to let it grow as the rest of his face was smooth and clean. "Well freshie, I need to get to work. Not all of us can lay around all summer battling the purple headed yogurt slinger and posing for photos." He said winking at me as he turned and walked out shutting the door behind him. For a second I laughed at his comment, remembering how he had now caught me twice playing with myself, once the day before and then this morning, but I cringed at his calling me freshie, clearly what he thought was a clever nickname for freshman. His reference to posing for photos left me with my chin on the floor. It confirmed what I had suspected the day before that he knew all about the photo shoots at Jake's place. I went into the bathroom in my mom's room to use the shower and get myself ready for the day even though I had nowhere to go. At least while I was in there I had some privacy and a little bit of peace and quiet to reflect on the past events. I noticed my mom's razor and decided it was time to make it official as I shaved the area above my dick, chest and pits. Now I was completely smooth, and it felt amazing as my soapy hand ran over my body, down to my rigid cock, which I stroked to a knee buckling orgasm as my back leaned against the tile wall for support. As I got my legs under me once again, and watched as my load of cum circled the drain, I couldn't help thinking of how this load was pumped out to the thoughts of Jake and now Diego and their wonderfully hairy bodies. It was only 9am by the time I finished my shower, and I knew if I didn't do something to get out of the house and take my mind off Jake and Diego I would go stir crazy with my thoughts.I realized my conversation with Diego had me missing my sports teams and decided getting out and riding my bike would be a good way to relieve some of my pent up energy while seeing my new town. I threw on a pair of brown cargo shorts, a green tank top, white boxer briefs, and my flip flops as I grabbed my bike and headed out. My first stop was the high school, which wasn't completely deserted as kids walked around for summer school. I was able to look at the pool area and the soccer field which seemed pretty nice for a high school. I then road downtown, taking in the shops and noting the locations of things like the local movie theater. Around noon, I was starving and decided to hit the shopping center nearest my house for some grub before heading home. The shopping center was your typical stamped out one stop shop, where there was one major grocery store, one major home goods store, a fitness gym, and a handful of small shops selling items from doughnuts to wedding dresses. Stopping at the deli, I grabbed a turkey sandwich and water before pedaling over to the gym. I locked my bike up and walked in, curious about a monthly membership, but concerned this gym would be too pricy as it looked to be huge with every amenity you could think of. I was listening to the front desk host go over monthly rates and special onetime deals when I was surprised by the person behind me. "Blake Patterson are you following me?" I heard as a monstrous paw of a hand slapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see Jake, dressed in his work attire and holding a workout bag. "Hi!" I said excitedly, my heart racing at this unexpected encounter. "I was just checking about a membership. What are you doing here?" I said, my youthful happiness still present in my high pitched voice. "Well I'm not here for the margaritas. I'm here to workout you knucklehead." Jake said as his large hand tousled the hair on my head. Jake was standing next to another large man who had apparently entered the gym with him. "This is my friend John, he owns the company I get all of my concrete work from. We try to hit the gym at least three times a week around this time. John this Blake, the new model I was talking to you about." Jake said as he took a step back so I could shake John's hand. John was about six foot tall, with blond neatly combed hair and light blue eyes. His shoulders and chest weren't as thick as Jake's, but still well defined under his button down shirt. The striking difference between Jake and John, was John's slight beer belly, which was absent on Jake. John's hand was as rough as sand paper, showing the years of working with concrete, as it scraped against my soft baby oiled hand. "Well you're a handsome young fellow, it's no wonder you got into modeling. I'm sure Jake will take great care of you, as he's the best photographer around. Shitty ass contractor, but a damn fine photographer." John said hitting Jake in the arm as he gave a cheeky smile. I was processing John's words, wondering why Jake hadn't told him that he found me, not the other way around, when Jake spoke back up. "Well you're here, how about you try the place out?" He said looking at me, as John excused himself and headed toward the locker room. "Uh, I don't know, I really didn't come dressed to work out, and I'm kind of new to weight lifting and stuff." I stammered as I looked over at the free weights area, predominantly occupied by large men, where the clanking of metal and vocal grunting could be clearly heard. "Ok, well how about swimming, they have a great pool, and when I'm done with my workout I can meet you in the hot tub. How's that sound?" Jake asked. The idea of seeing Jake shirtless and wet was more than my poor little heart could take, but it still didn't change the fact that I was not dressed for that either. "That sounds great, but I don't have a swimsuit." I said looking at my cargo shorts wishing I could magically change them into a pair. "Well young Mr. Patterson I just might be able to help you out there. You see in my truck I happen to have a pair of speedo's I bought for your photo shoot tomorrow." Jake said leaning in and whispering in my ear. I was a bit shocked that my next photo shoot was going to be in something as simple as a speedo, being I finished yesterday with a G-string, but it sure sounded good at the moment, because it meant I had the chance to possibly see Jake shirtless, and I wasn't passing that up. "Um, wow, ok yeah. Thanks." I said as Jake turned and led me back out to his truck, where he reached in and grabbed a brand new pair of black Adidas speedos. Once back inside Jake bought me a temporary pass and walked me to the locker room. "You can throw your clothes in here." Jake said as he opened his locker, which was next to John's who was now completely dressed for working out and was straddling the bench watching the afternoon news channel on the overhead TV while he waited for Jake. Jake walked off to get me a towel as I pulled my cargo shorts off and did a quick look around before shucking my briefs. There were a few men in the locker room, but John was the only one in the aisle we were in. As I pulled the new speedos up and over my bare ass, I looked over my shoulder and saw John staring at me. Realizing he'd been caught, he quickly looked back toward the TV. Jake came back carrying a couple of towels, playfully throwing one at me. Having given me a quick once over, he pointed me in the direction of the pool, through a door that led straight from the locker room. Then he told me what time he would be done and that he'd meet me at the hot tub. After thanking Jake again for getting me in and the speedo, I turned and headed out in disappointment that I wasn't able to watch Jake change. I had the feeling as I left the two men were staring at me. The pool was amazing, as it was Olympic sized with five lanes for swimming, which was more than enough as there were only two other people in the pool, one old man and one young woman. The water and exercise felt good as I glided through my laps. I wished I had my swim goggles as the water was heavily chlorinated, but being as this was the first time this summer that I had the chance to swim, I was glad I hadn't passed it up. It was almost time for me to meet Jake in the hot tub, and I wanted to make sure I was there before him in case something decided to come alive inside these form fitting speedos. I was playing with the bubbles when Jake emerged from the locker room, now clad in a only a pair of royal blue and white swim trunks, flip flops, and a towel slung over his shoulder. The moment seemed to slow down as my eyes took in every part of Jake. His lean hairy chest, with perfect sized nipples, was framed in by his broad shoulders and well defined arms that were slightly darker than the rest of his body due to his preference for short sleeved shirts. He didn't have the six pack abs like I did, but as he walked over to join me in the spa, there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. I got a great shot of his hairy legs as he stepped into the tub, sitting down next to me. The hot tub was large, and outside of the old man who had followed me over from the pool and was now sitting opposite us, we were all alone. "You get in a good workout?" Jake asked. "Yeah, it felt great. First time since my grandma passed that I have been able to get into a pool." I said, my mind quickly running through all the events that had happened since her passing. "Awesome. If your mom can't work out a membership here, you're always welcome as my guest. Of course that means you'll have to get used to John staring at your ass... Hell, who am I kidding everyone is staring at your ass. Even that old fart." Jake said quietly nodding at the wrinkly old man across from us who was far enough away that I was sure he hadn't heard what he'd said. "You saw John staring at my ass too?" I said kind of awkwardly laughing, but mostly embarrassed. "I didn't see him actually do it, but he sure talked about it all through our workout." Jake said shaking his head. "Is he, um, you know, um gay?" I asked looking around to make sure no one heard me. "John? Hell no, he has a wife of fifteen years and four kids, the oldest about your age and the youngest just now getting out of diapers, he's as straight as they come." Jake said, stretching out his arms on the concrete coping around the spa. "Then, then why was he looking?" I asked confused. "At your ass? Oh dude, it's like I've been saying all week, that ass of yours is like a drug. You might not want to look, but you just have to, it demands it. I know you don't get it, but I'm telling you Blake, that thing makes people weak. It's like a puppy or kitten, you may not want one, but when you see one all you want to do is hold it and rub it all over your face and body as it melts your heart." Jake said as if my bubble butt had its own persona. There was a moment of silence as we both reflected on what Jake had said. I knew from my friends back in Seattle that my ass was one of my better features, but Jake was right I had no idea how powerful it was. As we sat there silently it suddenly occurred to me. I knew Jake was highly respected business man in the area, simply by the way people carried themselves around him, and for nothing else the mansion he lived in, but the damage that could happen if people suspected he was fooling around with a boy of my age would be catastrophic. If the truth were ever to come out about how I ended up as his model, and the naked photos he had of me were ever to get out he would be ruined. I was still warming up to our current relationship, or whatever you'd call it, but I knew deep down I didn't want to seem him hurt, not by others and definitely not by me. "I won't tell anyone, you know, a about what happened, or, or any of it. I promise." I said looking into his eyes. Jake took on a confused expression as he pondered my sudden comment. "Why would you say that Blake? I know you wouldn't say anything, and you don't need to worry about that." Jake said with a concerned look on his face. "You told John I had come looking for you as a model, and well at home, there's an older boy named Diego who seems to have figured out all about our photo shoots, and I... I'm just worried you might think, or maybe you do think that I'd tell someone about what we did, and, and I promise I won't." I said my eyes starting to water up a bit. "Actually, all I told John was that I was working with a new model who was amazing. He's the one who jumped to the conclusion you came looking for me. I understand why he would think that, as that's how most if not all of my models get started with me. Look in my eyes Blake, I am not worried or concerned at all with what other people think they know. All I care about is that you're ok with what we do. Understand?" Jake said, placing his wet hand on my shoulder. "Now, obviously we don't want to go around telling people about our little extracurricular activities, right?" Jake said while looking deep into my eyes. I nodded as I returned his gaze. I had no reason not to believe him, and as passionate as he seemed, I did believe him. "But what about Diego? He seems to know everything. Like the photo shoots and that I'm not actually doing your yards." I said, our conversation interrupted with the old man getting up to leave. Jake and I were now the only two in the hot tub. "Don't worry about Diego. He knows about the photo shoots because I took a couple series of him in his wrestling gear. If he's bothering you I'll get his dad to move him to another project." Jake said as he brushed off the notion that Diego would ruin it all. "No, no, I don't want him to leave." I said almost pleading with Jake. My sudden change of emotions was not lost on Jake. He smiled from ear to ear. "Interesting," he said with a cheeky smile. "Let me see if I got this right? You don't want him to leave, you just don't want him to stop the shoots, because... I think you're starting to like them both." Unfortunately my youthful brain was not prepared to handle his accusation. "NOOOO, well maybe, I don't know, it's not like that's all I like." I said unaware of the spot I had just put myself in. "Oh really? Well, why don't you tell me Mr. Patterson, what else gets your fancy?" Jake said, as his right hand slipped under the water and rested on my thigh. The sudden touch, the warm water and overly sexual question was more than my young cock could handle. It tested the strength of the speedos fabric and the quality of its stitching as it quickly filled with blood. "I don't know, I guess just other things. Mmmm." I said as the moaned slipped past my lower lip, which was currently being bitten by my front teeth, Jake's hand moving slowly over my cock and balls. "You give me a wicked good idea Mr. Patterson. How would you like to earn an additional $750 dollars tomorrow at your photo shoot?" Jake asked, his hand never stopping. It was only natural, with Jake's recent questioning and his current fondling, that my mind would drift towards sex when he asked about making extra money. And in my current state I wanted it, all of, whatever that meant, whatever he was offering. I was deliriously falling for him and I wanted everything he was offering. "What do you want me to do?" I said looking like an obedient puppy. "How would you feel if we made your shoot tomorrow a partner shoot, and I invited Diego to join you?" Jake asked with a broad smile, thinking he had given me what I had wanted all along. But little did Jake know I was ready to throw myself at him and offer him more than a photo shoot, I was ready to give him my innocence. As Jake's words slowly sunk in, I snapped back to reality and the intense pleasure Jake was giving my boy hood as his hand had slipped into the speedo and was picking up speed, concealed only by the frothy foam of the hot tub. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds, mmm, sounds, mmm, ohh, good, mmm." I moaned quietly as I was quickly approaching the point of no return. We were alone in the hot tub, but we weren't the only two in the pool area as people were coming and going from the pool to the locker rooms. I looked around frantically, fighting back the feelings. "Stop, stop. Pleaaaassssse, ohhhh. Please stooooppp, huh, huh, not here, I, I, mmmm." I moaned, begging Jake to stop, my eyes conveying the near impending future if he didn't. Jake had the look of a man possessed as my pleas went on deaf ears. I took one more look around as my left hand tried in vain to slow down his pumping fist. But it was too late. All I could do was close my eyes as my cock erupted inside the speedos and the hot tub. In the black void behind my eye lids I saw white stars shooting as my pumping cock pushed shot after shot of my load out into the boiling water. "MMM, oh shit, fuuuuuccckkkk, huh, huh, huh, huh." I moaned through clenched teeth and pursed lips. Jake slowly pulled his hand from my speedo and quickly stood up, exiting the hot tub as I tried to catch my breath. "I'll see you in the locker room when you're ready Blake, ok?" Jake said as he walked toward the locker room taking my towel with him, shooting me an evil grin as he left. I could feel the cum and water turning inside the speedo, as my cock slowly deflated. The idea of walking to the locker room with nothing to cover myself had this shy fourteen year old pissing his pants, which I would have killed for in the moment. My cock was still in the semi chubby state when I decided to make a run for it. I quickly stepped from the hot tub and walked at a brisk pace to the men's locker room door. Unfortunately, it was only a few feet from the women's locker room door. Just as I was about to reach for the door handle, a girl my age or a few years older stepped out. She was dressed in a one-piece swimming suit and had her towel in hand. We both paused giving each other a once over, as I studied her long brown hair and undeniably fit body. Her inability to control her giggling as she stared blatantly at my crotch absolutely destroyed the feeling that I had made it unnoticed. I felt the uncontrollable urge to apologize to her swell inside me. "Sorry." I said looking at the wet concrete floor. My left hand tried to cover my protruding crotch, while my right hand fumbled getting the door open. I didn't wait for her response, but I could hear her laughter as the door shut behind me. I noticed quite a few men staring at me as I walk skipped over to Jake's locker. As I turned the corner to the aisle of the locker Jake and I were sharing, I was shocked to see no one there. I sat down on the bench not sure what to do as only Jake could open the combination lock and I was in no mood to go hunting him down. There was a short sense of relief when a few minutes later I saw Jake's familiar face round the corner heading toward me. Of course that sense of relief vanished quickly when I noticed he was only wearing a towel, as he held his wet swim trunks in his hand, clearly having just come from the shower. "Oh, I see you finally made it out of the hot tub. You didn't scare any of the women and children on your way to the locker did you?" He said, snickering. I heard his joke and wanted so badly to call him out on it. But there was a delay in my response. I had to force my focus away from the swinging slit in his towel around his waist where the two ends came together. It was like the curtain to a burlesque show where all the horny men were waiting for it to part and reveal to them their erotic desire. "You're and asshole. That was so embarrassing! I think a girl my age totally saw me." I said in a childishly whiny voice, that only Jake could hear. I remained seated on the bench, with my focus on the locker ahead of me. But my eyes kept darting to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of his towel covered body. "Don't worry about it, she probably liked it." Jake said as he unlocked the locker. "I don't think giggling is a sign she..." I couldn't finish my sentence, I couldn't think. Hell, I couldn't breathe, and I didn't care. All that mattered in the world was the towel that Jake let drop to the ground and the 6'-4" naked man standing next to me. "She what? Didn't like it? Nah, I bet it was just a nervous giggle; I bet she got a rush from it." Jake said, as calm as could be as he reached into the locker. It wasn't a great view, but it was enough to see that Jake's cock was huge. His cut cock easily hung five to six inches from a thick patch of hair as it nestled against his equally large sack of balls. Sure, I had seen some monstrous cocks on the web, but those were fantasy, you couldn't touch those cocks, you couldn't smell them. Not Jake's, this one was alive, as it teasingly swung freely. I was close enough to touch it, to smell it. Oh the sweet perfume of body wash that Jake had used, it flood my nose and twisted my brain. Jake had grabbed my clothes and had spun to give them to me, when he noticed my catatonic state, as my head was locked towards the lockers with my eyes fighting to see every inch of him. "Oh dude I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I just figured with being on so many teams, and our little activities," Jake said nodding toward my crotch, "you were ok with the naked thing. Sorry. I'll get dressed." He said dropping my clothes on the bench as he spun his naked ass toward me, grabbing his underwear, in an effort to quickly cover up. I knew if I didn't say something quick this was going to get even more awkward than it already was. "Sorry, sorry, I'm not bothered by you being naked. I, I was just thinking about tomorrow." I lied as I got a final shot at Jake's perfectly sculpted ass just before his boxers covered it up. "Oh, ok. Yeah it should be a fun shoot. If I can get Diego to do it. But I think he's good for it" Jake said as he looked down at me. My poor locker room etiquette was forgiven, as Jake seemingly accepted my lie of nervous anticipation. "Speaking about tomorrow, I think we need to go over somethings before we head out." Jake said as he looked at my pile of clothes quietly hinting that I needed to get dressed as well. The rest of the time in the locker room was pretty uneventful as we both finished getting dressed. Jake took the black speedos and stuffed them into his workout bag, with a smile on his face, as we left the locker room and walked out to his truck. "So Blake, about tomorrow, there are some things you need to know. First, when you get back to your house, if Diego's there don't mention the possible photo shoot. I want to be the one to work that out with him, ok?" "Got it." I said as Jake continued. "Second, and this one is kind of silly, but I only let you call me Jake, as all of my other models call me Mr. Hudson, at least those under eighteen, and even most of my older models. So tomorrow when you're with Diego I would prefer it if you too called me Mr. Hudson, ok?" "Yeah I can do that." I said nodding in affirmation, now understanding why Diego had given me shit for calling Jake by his first name. It also warmed me that only I was allowed to call him that. "And finally, while it really shouldn't matter, it probably would be best if the details of our arrangement, with regards to the kitchen and who's paying for it, not get talked about." Jake said leaning on the side of his truck. "I don't need Diego's dad finding out, or for that matter other possible clients should Diego go blabbing around town." "Are you sure? I mean there's probably a good chance there are a few pot smoking teens, with abs like these, out there just looking for a good contractor." I said trying to be funny as I rubbed my belly. "Oh I'm sure there is. But none of them have an ass worth thirty thousand dollars." Jake said, as we both laughed at his comment. Having agreed to meet Jake at his house at 10am for the photo shoot, we parted ways and I rode home. I was happy to see that Diego was so preoccupied up on the roof that he didn't even notice me ride up. I wasn't sure if Diego wanted to partner with me for a photo shoot, heck I didn't even know if Diego liked me, but I knew I didn't want to have to lie to him about it if I didn't have to. I hid in my room for the next few hours until the workers left. It's safe to say I hit a personal best in the amount of times I came in one day. I added to my hot tub orgasm with at least six more loads of cum before I finally drifted off to sleep, Jake's impressive cock dominating all my thoughts and dreams.