Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2018 18:05:47 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Eight Do As You're Told Chapter Eight: Mr Wilson, in the Shower, with the Epilator If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. MONDAY 5TH NOVEMBER 2018 Robin didn't usually have any cause to hate Monday mornings but this wasn't like most other Mondays; he had decided something had to change so he was going to try to talk to Adam. It was third period before Robin saw Adam, who was outside the Maths classroom, thankfully on his own - which wasn't like him. Cameron had deserted Robin in favour of a toilet detour so he was on his own. "Hi, Adam," Robin said. The classic "hi" opening. It was full proof. "Do you think you're talking to me?" Adam replied nastily. Robin blushed, the pebbledash of freckles across his face felt like hot coals. "I was just saying hi," Robin responded. The classic "hi" opening? You are an idiot! "Shut up, Meg," Adam replied - less certainly than usual. He was uncertain because he didn't know who Mr Anonymous was so he was suspicious of everyone; also, since meeting Teen Titan he felt like a different person. Not a new person, just different. Besides, Adam couldn't figure out why Robin was saying "hi" - it was too weird. Beneath all these thoughts, Adam felt unjustified anger at Robin's friendly overture. "I was trying to be nice," Robin said timidly. "Yea, well... I don't want to catch anything off you so could you step back?" Adam said dismissively. "Adam!" called Arthur, his best friend. When he got closer he gave a brief but pleasant sideways glance at Robin and then said: "So... I didn't strictly speaking finish my homework for Chemistry so you're going to have to help me." Higher Chemistry was one of the few classes that Robin didn't share with Cameron. It was one of the hardest classes to get through when Adam was being particularly mean and Robin was all alone. "Fine," Adam replied huffily. "Was I interrupting you guys?" Art asked neutrally. Arthur wasn't such a bad guy. He was usually the voice of reason among Adam's friendship group - all the others joined Adam in his crusade against Robin. "Fuck no... to be honest, I'm worried I might have caught something just by being near him," Adam replied. Nasser, Tomek and Carlos had turned up just in time to hear Adam continue his vitriol. "Like looser-itis, poofter disease, sissy-boy syndrome," Adam said, each name was punctuated by a laugh from his friends. "I was just trying to be nice," Robin said lamely. Cameron was coming up the corridor. "Nobody cares what you have to say, Robin," Adam said with a theatrical sigh. "Do you know why... because you're boring. And pathetic. And..." "Dude," Arthur admonished; "Chill." Arthur's hand landed on Adam's upper arm, ever so gently, and left as quickly as it had taken him to say the two syllable sentences. Adam smiled through the obvious irritation that he had been interrupted; "Sure, Art. We're cool, right Robin? You know I was only joking." BTW, if you have ever said something grossly unacceptable and followed it up with the phrase "you know I was only joking," then you're probably an asshole. Just saying. Also, "just saying," is kind of an annoying addendum. Just saying. Robin was saved from having to pretend he was ok because Adam turned on his heel and swept into the classroom. He was closely followed by Nasser, Tomek and Carlos who provided a soundtrack of laughter. Arthur was the last man to follow Adam into the classroom, turning briefly to shrug at Robin. The simple lift of his shoulder communicated so much: sorry, what can a guy do and yup, my friend is an asshole. Robin made for a seat at the back of the room and watched Arthur barter for a seat that wasn't beside Adam, who was us usual companion during Maths. "Do you not want to sit beside me 'cause you think I caught gay off Robin?" Adam asked. Arthur didn't laugh - he ignored the comment and replied: "I like to mix things up sometimes. Give someone else a chance to do my work for me." "Suit yourself, "Adam said huffily. Adam knew Arthur was punishing him for being malicious towards Robin. Arthur pulled out the seat next to Tomek and patted his back in a friendly gesture. "I'm gonna need to copy your answers," Arthur whispered. "What was that about?" Cameron asked Robin as they sat down outside of earshot of the class bullies. "Nothing," Robin said curtly. "If Adam was being a fanny again, it's not nothing," Cameron said supportively. "He's always a fanny," Robin responded and felt even more depressed because he knew that wasn't true. That wasn't true at all. If it hadn't been for Arthur's disapproval, Adam might not have thought anything of his ridicule of Robin. As it was, Art's tacit disapproval - at the very least telling him to reign in his verbal attack - reminded Adam that he could be a better person. Arthur was level headed and fair. He was popular and shrewd and kind. He was also not as stupid as he pretended to be. Arthur didn't pick on people and if he laughed at mean-spirited commentary on he always laughed the shortest. Arthur's popularity transcended the fact that he would quite happily engage with the "uncool" kids. Arthur made it clear he thought Robin was terrific football player and their team wouldn't be the same without him. Adam thought that too, but admit it? Fuck no! Adam wouldn't admit that the closeted gayboy was good at anything. Why the hell had the gayboy said "hi" to him anyway? Adam felt hot anger again at the thought of their encounter in the corridor but he was less angry with Robin than he was with himself. Adam knew he should be a better person; kinder, more accepting - at the very least, less of an asshole. Was that not what he'd learned about himself over the last few weeks? Since he met Teen Titan? The thought of his favourite person knowing how he had behaved made him feel ashamed. Something else weighed on Adam's mind... On Saturday, before entering The Fourth, Adam had received a text message from Mr Anonymous. Anonymous: [I got you a present.] Adam: [Fuck off.] Anonymous: [I bought you a pair of shorts. They'll be in your school locker on Monday.] Adam: [What's that supposed to mean?] When he got no reply, Adam tried something else. Adam: [How did you get into my locker? My locker is in the sixth year common room, how did you get in there? Who are you?] Adam had seethed in his resentment at the person who was manipulating him and who refused to respond to his questions. Days ago, Adam had submitted to Teen Titan's commands - but that was different. It was different to surrender or secede one's control than it was to have it taken from you. One was submission and the other abuse. Mr Anonymous hadn't reply all weekend and Adam was instead left to stew. When the reply finally did arrive (during his third lesson of the day), he wished it hadn't. Anonymous: [Do as you're told, Adam. Wear the shorts. I want you to wear them to the gym.] Adam: [When?] Anonymous: [You'll know when.] The answer occurred to Adam as he and Arthur were getting organised for their afternoon. They had eaten lunch with the rest of the boys and then retired to the sixth year common room. Arthur stuffed three weeks worth of homework (because he was already two weeks behind on it) into his locker and retrieved a pair of battered trainers. He gave them a cursory sniff to check they were ok. "Art! That's mingin'," protested Adam. "Do you want to smell?" Arthur said, threatening Adam with an olfactory assault. "No!" Arthur gave a self-indulgent laugh as he waved the offending trainers in Adam's direction; "Maybe I should give them a decent burial by wearing them at the fundraiser in a few weeks?" "Good idea," Adam said distractedly. Adam became distracted by the shorts he found in his locker. They really were small. The smallest running shorts a man can get away with without being arrested. They only just covered the top of his thighs and were perhaps twenty centimetres from the top of the waistband to the bottom of the hem of the legs. Adam was still contemplating this when Arthur unhelpfully squeaked: "Who wears short shorts?" Adam looked at him with a patented "huh?" expression. Apparently he didn't recognise Arthur's rendition of The Royal Teens - Short Short song. "We wear short shorts, they're such short shorts... we like short shorts..." Arthur sang without shame or self-consciousness. Arthur rounded off with an "aren't you impressed" smile. "I don't want to wear these short shorts, Art," Adam protested testily. Arthur shrugged because he didn't care whether Adam wore them or not. A half hour later and Adam was in P.E. and wearing the stupid short shorts. He was grateful that P.E. on Monday was only a single period so he his humiliation would only last an hour. He wore a regular t-shirt, which didn't really help because the t-shirt came to almost the same place at the top of his thighs as the stupid bloody shorts. Adam would have rebelled and refused to wear them but - though he wouldn't admit it in as many words - he was afraid of Mr Anonymous' ability to expose Adam's secrets. He sulked in the gym hall as the rest of the boys filed into the room. "That's a really... eh... interesting look you're going for with those," said Carlos. Adam wasn't in the mood so made no reply. Adam was in an even worse mood when he caught Cameron and Micah checking out his legs. It wasn't that Adam had anything to be ashamed of - he had nice legs: they were bronzed, athletic and long. But his legs were attracting attention, a spotlight effect that Adam was not wholly imagining. Legs were sexy and Adam knew he was an exhibit because of them; surely that was Mr Anonymous' aim? Robin joined his two friends and glanced Adam's way but didn't maintain an eye line; Adam's behaviour earlier had dissuaded looking. Their P.E. teacher, Mr Jordan, was about as tall as Adam but thinner. He might once have had lots of muscle mass but it was lost due to less intense training that he maintained five years ago. Still an attractive man however and Adam would love to see him naked. Thinking about naked men in shorts as small as his was probably not a good idea. "Nice shorts, Adam. Aren't you a little underdressed?" Mr Jordan asked sarcastically so Adam didn't know if he was being admonished or not. Adam was in a huff anyway so it didn't matter either way. "But you know better than to wear football tops. Take it off," Mr Jordan said. Adam looked at his t-shirt - all football tops were banned in the school because of the fights they could cause. There were few phenomena like it: football fans kicking the shit out of each other because you supported the blue guys instead of the green guys or the City team instead of the United team. To stop all of that crap, the school simply prohibited all football tops from being worn in school - including or especially for P.E. Adam pulled off the t-shirt - as he peeled it up his body stretched and his arms lifted to reveal more of his body - and stood in the gym hall in just his short shorts and trainers. Adam's naked chest, erect nipples - don't judge, it was a little cool in the gym hall - and long legs added to the humiliation of having only tiny shorts to wear. The expanse of his abdomen never looked so long - the descent from his navel to his pubes was like a cliff that went on forever. "Here," Mr Jordan said as he handed Adam a red bib to wear. Mr Jordan whistled loudly to call attention over the ramble of voices filling the room. A call to attention was needed every lesson but particularly today when Adam had taken up almost everyone's attention with his little shorts that were out of character and a real treat for the gay lads. "I'm giving out the bibs so no complaining about how the teams turn out," Mr Jordan announced. The P.E. teacher knew that choosing teams could be a ritual in bullying and social torture and so usually assigned the teams himself. There were twenty six boys in the room so Mr Jordan gave out seven red and seven blue bibs and told the others to sit down and be quiet. The remaining dozen boys would get their chance to in twenty minutes. The bibs were basically just a vest in bright primary or secondary colours and the arm holes a little too big. It at least covered Adam's chest, but his underarms were exaggeratedly exposed. The game was basketball, which was hardly a common sport in Scotland. Mr Jordan was thirty-three and the only time he had ever played it was in high school. But it caused less of a fuss than football and the afternoon had brought miserable weather so he had abandoned outside activities. Good thing too - Adam would probably have gotten frostbite. Adam and Arthur found themselves on opposite teams, with Cameron and Robin both donning blue bibs against Adam's red counterparts. The game started off amicable enough but as Arthur's team took the lead, Adam became more aggressive and abandoned his attempts at sportsmanship. He was hostile in his efforts - and successes - in taking the ball from Cameron and intimidating when tackling Robin. Adam wasn't the only one being a jerk - as Robin dribbled the ball near the edge of the gym hall, Tomek - who was sat along the edge with his back to the climbing bars - stuck out his legs and nearly tripped Robin up. The ball was intercepted by Adam while Robin scowled at Tomek. Mr Jordan gave Adam a lot of leeway, but Arthur was having none of it. "You alright?" Arthur asked a clearly shaken Robin, who was dusting himself off as he got up from the hard floor after he had been shoved by Adam. Adam was too busy congratulating himself to care that he had hurt Robin and Mr Jordan hadn't been paying enough attention to call foul. In his next pass, Adam was full of swagger and was halfway back up the gym when he was grabbed at the back by the bib; he staggered back as momentum carried him forward but was held fast by red bib. Finally it tore and Adam flew forward. He staggered but didn't fall, but the important thing was he was back to being shirtless and in tiny shorts. He wanted to batter whoever had grabbed him until he realised it was Arthur that was responsible... "Dude, what the fuck?" Arthur just burst out laughing at Adam's exposure - he was not obscenely or indecently exposed but a boy in shorts like hotpants was just embarrassing. Adam was showing way more skin than normal and the short shorts were simply too short to be normal. Adam wanted to punch Art, but it was his best friend so he couldn't do that. Adam wanted to die of embarrassment but he was too proud to let it show that he was bothered so he just carried on playing. Cameron and Robin were not the only ones to take noticed of Adam's exposed physique. It was always nice when guys with nice legs wore shorts or guys with great bodies went shirtless. When those things coincided, as long as one could overlook unattractive character flaws, it was a real treat. Micah was one of the boys sitting waiting for their turn to play and his eyes never left Adam, even when he wasn't in possession of the ball. There was so much skin to check out that Micah couldn't stop looking. Micah was very cute, average height but a better than average body shape. His dad was a very wealthy personal trainer who two years ago had seen to it that Micah burned off his puppy fat and had started to develop muscles that were still struggling to emerge from his stringy limbs. His dark skin, black hair and brown eyes gave him a handsome quality. Cute and handsome were a good package; cute, handsome and checking out guys was an even better one. As an infrequent companion to Robin and Cameron, Micah would have preferred to have been on a team with one of them but now he was glad to be a spectator. Today, Micah was unduly distracted as he watched Adam and it wasn't just the no shirt and small shorts. It was also... A whistle blast broke through all reverie as the game was called to a close. Arthur, Robin, Cameron and their teammates had just lost. "Don't worry about it," said Cameron as they went to sit at the side of the room; "It's just a game." Cameron would say something like that, he was uncompetitive and disinterested in sport and although he participated, he didn't care either way whether he won or lost. Surprisingly, Robin was not so ambivalent. Robin did care, partly because he liked winning - life did not offer him many opportunities to achieve that - and partly because he hated losing - and dealing with moany-face team mates after it. "Maybe worry about it a little bit more next time?" muttered Arthur peevishly (but not unkindly) as Adam made his smarmy satisfaction known. Adam and Arthur were back to being chums while watching the other half play and when the game finished, ten minutes of unproductive hovering around began. Robin and Cameron were sitting together when Micah sat next to them. Robin, Cameron and Micah surreptitiously admired the limber limbed boys who were standing around the gym hall. "The view from down here is nice, right?" Micah asked. "What do you mean?" asked Cameron. "I mean I can see up Dominic's shorts every time he passes by... good thing he's wearing underwear," replied Micah. Cameron laughed and Robin blushed. "I keep waiting for Adam to pass us... I wonder if he's wearing underwear?" Micah continued. Robin was thinking he had already seen Adam hard so a fleeting glimpse of a flaccid penis wouldn't have been anything exceptional. Unlike Robin, Micah was quite comfortable openly talking about boys. Micah had never actually come out to them, but the way he talked he didn't have to say "I am gay" and Robin envied him for coming out without coming out. "Do you think about the contents of Adam's shorts often?" asked Cameron. All three boys looked down the line to see Adam sitting on the floor, still shirtless and wearing his short shorts - it really was a great sight. He laughed at something Arthur said and he looked so comfortable, so honest and so pretty that Robin could almost imagine this Adam was the same person he knew in The Fourth nightclub. "Not often. It's a new thing..." Micah said. "But then Adam's never worn shorts like that before. It's just a shame that Adam's been such a fuckwit lately." "He's always been a fuckwit, that's not new," Cameron pointed out. "Yea well short shorts are new and it's about time he got a taste of his own medicine," Micah replied. "You can't just treat people like that... I mean, the things he calls you, Robin? Girls names and sissy boy and knob jockey. How do you even stand it? If you're gay you shouldn't be being insulted by him and if you're not... you shouldn't be being insulted by him," Micah protested. Robin shrugged; "Water off a duck's back to me. I've heard worse," and now he was thinking about home and wishing it was only words he had to fear from his dad. "Well, maybe for you it is. But it's about time short shorts became the least of Adam's worries," Micah said darkly. "And you can't get much less than those shorts." They all giggled at that but it got Robin thinking that the shorts really weren't the kind of thing Adam normally wore - so why was he wearing them? Given the tone of his commentary, a paranoid person would have wondered if Micah had anything to do with it. Adam followed the stupid instructions - he had worn the stupid shorts and survived P.E. One of the things he hated most was the thrill he got after his bib was pulled off; shirtless and only in shorts, pressed against the bodies of other boys as he took possession of the ball or protected it from being taken. Warm bodies pressed against him, the damp fabric of the other boy's t-shirt... It was best not to think about boys when he was about to get into a shower. In the shower, Adam let the water wash away the memory of those stupid shorts. The thrill he felt was temporary, rescinded by the embarrassment. They were just shorts, his friends and peers and almost everybody else wouldn't even remember this tomorrow. Besides he had a great body that he often showed off: in P.E., after P.E. in between classes, after school. He like people to know he was fit as fuck. Adam had finished showering when he spotted Micah joking with Cameron and Robin in the changing room. Cameron and Micah had showered quickly, Robin as always hadn't showered and washed quickly in the toilet before getting changed so that no-one had to see his pathetic body. Adam used to make comments about Robin stinking the school out after P.E. because he never showered but really Robin smelled like... Adam didn't want to consider that he was about to pay Robin a compliment. "Oh my god, are you guys planning your three-way? Well I'm sure Robin's vagina will be able to take both your dicks at once," Adam sneered in the direction of Micah, Robin and Cameron. "Is he saying you have a big vagina," Micah asked Robin before turning to Cameron; "Or that we have small dicks?" "A bit rich coming from him. We all saw those tiny shorts but I didn't see much up front, did you?" Cameron parried. As always when it comes to name calling and wars with words, there was a major risk of losing face with one lame insult or one well-timed comeback from you adversary. It required quick thinking to pull things back in your favour. Thus Adam replied: "Not much up front? I think your thinking about Barbie," Adam said sneering in Robin's direction; "Hey, Ken wants his crotch back, you dickless goon." There was some laughter at that, some shocked gasps and everyone waited to see how Robin would react. Adam felt a pang of guilt as he watched Robin's face go through a dozen emotions: sadness, anger, hurt, despair, fear, hopelessness, misery... Adam saw a mask descend and Robin silently left the room without making a response - he never did rise to the bait. Adam observed that it was always Cameron defending Robin with pity comebacks. Why did he hate Robin so much? He had discussed it with Teen Titan, could it be he saw the same emotions hidden beneath his own mask? He watched Cameron follow Robin and Micah too wandered off. Adam was suspicious of the giggly way Micah had been talking to talking to Cameron and Robin. Was he being paranoid or... Yea, probably being paranoid. Adam walked alone to his last class of the day. The bell had just gone for sixth period and the corridors were busy but he pulled out his phone and sent a message. Adam: [I wore the stupid fucking shorts. Can I put them in the bin now?] Anonymous: [Why did you wear the shorts?] Adam was confused. Adam: [You said wear them to the gym. I was just in the gym for P.E.] Anonymous: [PMSL. Totally not what I meant. Happy to see you getting full use out of them though.] Adam's brow creased. Was this guy for real? Did he really not mean that? By "Happy to see you..." did he mean that he had been in the gym and watching him? And if he wasn't being watched, how would Mr Anonymous know if Adam was obeying instructions? Could Adam risk not obeying and seeing if Mr Anonymous knew or not? Anonymous: [I want you to wear the shorts to an interview next Wednesday. I'll be in touch with more details.] Adam: [An interview for what? Where?] He knew there would be no reply but the clues were already there. A gym? "Are you ok?" Cameron had asked Robin. "Fine," Robin lied. He always lied. He always said he was ok. No matter who said what to him at school; no matter how hard his dad hit him or how loud he shouted; no matter how often his attempts to contact his mum were ignored... Robin always said he was ok. Because what was the point of admitting he wasn't ok? Cameron put his arm around Cameron's shoulders. "You don't have to be fine," Cameron said. Robin breathed deeply and knew he would need to face his problems someday. But today he wanted to bury his head in the sand and pretend he was fine. "Let's get to class," Robin replied. They walked in comfortable silence but Robin's mind was whirling. He was thinking about how he had started the day with the hope of engaging Adam at school - of breaking down his defences. Robin wanted to show Adam it was ok to be the real him. If anything, today had taught Robin that he couldn't trust the Adam he knew in The Fourth was the really real Adam. And either way, Adam was capable of saying the most cruel and hurtful things. Robin struggled to describe how disappointed he was in Adam. How could he continue to see Adam after what he's said today? He was disappointed in himself too, Robin felt intellectually dishonest for still wanting to be with Adam in the parlour when this was how Adam treated him in real life. Robin knew he should put distance between himself and Adam for a while, but he wouldn't. Come Friday, Robin would be back at The Fourth and so would Adam. They would suck or stroke each other and Robin would enjoy it. Robin sighed. Cameron had it easy - he didn't have complications like this in his life... FRIDAY 9TH NOVEMBER 2018 "I'll need to be quick, Robin's waiting for me," Cameron said. He had nipped into Mr Wilson's classroom as the school day ended. It was two weeks since the teacher had sucked Cameron's cock while blindfolded - tasting the boy's cum. They had had few opportunities since then to take things farther and Vincent still yearned for his fist glimpse of the teenager naked. "I've hardly seen you lately," Vincent remarked. "Sure you have. I'm the boy who sits three rows back, fourth seat from the right," Cameron jested. "That's not exactly what I meant," Vincent replied. "Doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder? And, as much as I like fooling around in your classroom or in the locker room, it's not fair to keep putting you at risk," Cameron said. Vincent was surprised by the unexpected insight and maturity. "So I'd like to go to your place," Cameron added. "My place?" "We said last time we should find a place to take our time. You have a house? Or a flat? Or do you sleep in a tree house?" Cameron said facetiously. "I have a flat, yea... you want me to tell you where I live?" Vincent asked. "It would be easier than just ringing doorbells until I find the right one," Cameron joked. Vincent surrendered his address without complaint. He knew he should have resisted but he remained beguiled by Cameron and seemed set on a course of bad decision making where the boy was concerned. "I'll come over around six?" Cameron told him in the form of a question. "Ok." Robin met Cameron at the school gates and they set off to escape for the weekend. "So are you working in that crappy cafe tomorrow?" asked Cameron. Robin's expression was confused for a moment - he'd quite forgotten that Cameron still thought he worked in a cafe. Cameron misinterpreted the look. "Don't look at me like that," Cameron defended himself; "Crappy was your adjective, not mine." "I've decided to quit. I need more time for studying - lots of exams coming up and we can't all be as clever as you," Robin complimented. "It's a burden," Cameron said modestly. Robin gave him a friendly swat. Nothing Robin had said was untrue: he had quit the cafe and he need to study more. "You haven't stayed over at mine for a while... are things better at home?" Cameron asked. Robin shrugged - he could hardly tell his best friend that he spent most Friday and Saturday nights at a nightclub taking his clothes off and then screwing around with a high school bully. "It's not any worse," Robin answered succinctly. Cameron went quiet. He knew Robin did not have a good relationship with his dad but he was not certain how not good it was anymore. About four Christmases ago Robin had come back to school following the holidays with bruises on his face. Cameron asked if it was Adam who had done it, or the even more brutish bully Steven Wyle. Robin refused to say who'd done it and unbidden Cameron found himself asking if it had been his dad. Cameron still remembered the look on Robin's face. Robin had been about to speak but then Kieran interrupted and the moment was gone. Whenever Cameron mentioned Robin's dad the same haunted faraway look came across Robin's face. What could Cameron say to that? He loved his best friend but a crappy - there was that adjective again - family environment was outside of his comfort zone to address. "If you ever want to stay over, just tell me," Cameron said Selfishly, Cameron hoped Robin wouldn't take him up on the offer tonight given his plans to see Vincent. Robin didn't reply right away. Despite his disappointment in not making headway with Adam at school, he was looking forward to seeing Adam at The Fourth. "I think my dad is going out with friends from work tonight and my gran wants to see me this weekend so I'm fine," Robin replied with more half truths. "Ok. I have some things to do anyway," Cameron replied. "Things? What things?" Robin asked. Whoops, Cameron had to be more careful. "Oh, you know... the same thing I try to do every night..." Cameron said, becoming more theatrical as he spoke. "Try to take over the world!" Robin completed. They smiled and sniggered and talked about Pinky and the Brain for another ten minutes before parting ways. Once he was alone, Cameron got to thinking about Vincent's palpable anticipation for seeing him naked. Cock-teasing his teacher was a power play that would only last so long and Cameron was beginning to doubt his stamina for keeping it up much longer. Cameron was home long enough to change into black jeans and a white school shirt. He showered first, ate dinner after changing and made told his parents he was going to the cinema. When Cameron arrived at Vincent's flat it was early evening but as it was November, it was already pitch black and Baltic outside. Arriving under the cover of darkness, gave both man and boy a measurable sense of reassurance and safety. For Cameron, arriving at his teacher's domicile under the cover of darkness added to the thrill of the indiscretion. "I'm just a young, impressionable and innocent," said Cameron teasingly as he settled into Vincent's sofa. The worried look on Vincent's face made Cameron add: "I'm only kidding." Vincent sighed and remained standing because he had decided to address the elephant in the room. "I'll get fired... if people find out. I'll lose my job, my reputation... everything, Cameron. My life will be ruined," Vincent said - he had been waiting for the right moment to voice his very real concerns but there would never be a right moment. "Ok. But no-one will find out," Cameron replied. "I have more to lose than you do," Vincent added. "Do you think?" Cameron responded; "I want to be a doctor, remember? I can't really afford the attention this thing, would bring if it became public knowledge. The suspicion wouldn't just fall on you. I would be distrusted." Vincent hadn't really thought about it like that. "Look, if anyone catches us or thinks they've caught us... I'll lie," Cameron said flatly. "I'll never tell anyone that there's something going on between us. I haven't even told Robin and he's my best friend." "You'd lie for me?" Vincent asked. "In a heartbeat. But more than that, I would never hurt you..." Cameron said. "I believe you." "...unless you wanted me to," Cameron added with a kinky wink. Cameron just loved telling Vincent to take off his clothes. He loved the way the man exposed his chest and then pulled his jeans off (his feet were already bare) and Cameron especially loved the way Vincent hesitated before dropping his underwear. As if Cameron hadn't seen it before. "Stand up straight," Cameron said. Vincent stood and fidgeted with his arms. Cover up his penis, better not; fold his arms, looks stupid; hands at his side, also stupid; hands behind his head, too passive... but very tempting. "First time I saw you naked, what seven weeks ago? I'd never have thought I'd still be checking out your body. I wish your cafe au lait spot tasted like coffee when I licked it," Cameron commented. Cameron was tempted to lick Vincent's skin at that very moment but he resisted, keeping himself - and by extension Vincent - under control. "Will I get to see you naked? Please?" Vincent asked. Cameron smiled and recalled their last liaison when the teacher had tasted his cock but was blindfolded for the duration of the experience. That Vincent still wanted to see his young body was enough to make Cameron hard but he held on tight to that feeling. Cameron ignored Vincent's supplication: "Do you ever look at me when I'm in your classroom? Do you picture me naked?" "Yes," Vincent answered - embarrassed by the question. "Yes, what?" "I think about you naked. When you're in my classroom at school and you're in your uniform and..." Vincent stopped as he felt his cock rise without any physical stimulation. "Do you feel humiliated when I ask you questions like that?" Cameron asked. "Yes." "But you like it? I haven't gone too far?" Cameron asked because safety in a relationship that involves a balance of power is a thing that requires checking from time to time. "I like it a lot. I'll say no if it's ever too much," Vincent said. "Does it turn you on to be humiliated... like in Doctor Darrow's office?" Cameron stepped back into character; "Or right here... when you're completely exposed and naked in front of a seventeen year old boy who's still fully dressed?" Cameron did not know why pressing this point was such a turn on for him. Cameron had even less idea why pressing this point was such a turn on for Vincent because the man's cock was rock hard and quivering with just the conversation to vasodilate it. "Yes." "Were you ever humiliated when you were my age?" Cameron asked and all Vincent could do was nod; "Tell me about it." Cameron sat down for story time - remaining clothed while Vincent had the indignity of proceeding in the buff. "About eight years ago..." Vincent began. Cameron smiled at the reminder of the years that separated them. "...I went to the Earl of Lennox Boys School. I came out to my friends in my final year but everybody at the school was pretty liberal about that kind of thing. It was an all boy's school, so you can imagine the stuff we used to get up to. Rhys... I mean Mr Jones... He worked there until about a year ago. He told some wild stories about boys and their unbelievable antics," said Vincent. "Everyone's heard the rumours about the boy called Martin. They sounded too outlandish to be true," Cameron said. "Well, my story is a bit like his but what happened to me happened years before..." Vincent replied and then his story began. "It was a few months into my last year of high school. I was a typical seventeen year old and I had four or five close friends at school... depending on who had won the football that weekend. When I told them I was gay, no-one was particularly surprised. The only person I'd told before that was my best friend, Charlie. I'd told him over a year before and when I did..." Vincent paused and then added: "Well, that's a different story." "Oh, do tell," interrupted Cameron. Vincent sighed and spoke with more caution than before. "Charlie and I met in primary school but I was fourteen before I realised how deeply I felt about him. We'd started fourth year by then and were chatting on Whatsapp one night when I said there was something I needed to tell him... I was kinda scared because I'd never 'I am gay' before but the world didn't end when I did say it and right after I did, he told me he was gay too. I guess, deep down, I might have known... or hoped... that he was gay as well." "Did you guys date?" Cameron asked with interest. Vincent went quiet and started to wonder if Cameron had forgotten he was meant to be telling a story of being humiliated. "We... we were both young and interested in exploring things but he wasn't like me. I wanted something steady and romantic I guess, but I settled for what I could get. Charlie on the other hand had a few female friends outside of school and he'd been exploring things with them before I came out to him. It seemed strange when he told me. He was gay but he had sex with girls..." Vincent sounded disapproving. "I wondered if he was bi- but, no. He just wanted to have sex and it didn't matter who with. When I came out, he realised he could do it someone closer to his interests." "He used you?" Cameron asked. "No. Maybe," Vincent didn't like talking about it and never had. "Anyway, Charlie was my best friend but I'm not sure I was his. He was cool and handsome and charismatic..." "Did you love him?" asked Cameron gently. "Everybody loved him," Vincent admitted. "Yea, but did you?" Vincent didn't answer right away. "Yes. And he was also the first person I ever fell out of love with. I didn't even know you could do that before Charlie," Vincent replied. "But while he was my best friend, we enjoyed each other. I loved being with him and kidding myself on that being in bed with him really meant something. We fooled around and sucked each other or had sex - a few times at least." "So did you guys date? Was he the guy who humiliated when you were seventeen?" asked Cameron, finally remembering what had started the trip down memory lane. This was a different story he really didn't want to get into, so Vincent avoided certain facts. "No, we never really dated. And I never really told him how I felt. By the time we got to the end of high school, we were going to different universities. I stayed here and went to King James and he moved to Glasgow. We saw each other every other week then every few months. When he met someone, I was jealous at first but by then I'd started dating someone... his name was Jake and he... he was very special to me. But..." Vincent stopped talking. Cameron prompted him: "But?" "I don't want to talk about him," Vincent said quietly. Vincent's face had crumpled under the strain of memory and Cameron realised something terrible had happened. "Ok... Another time, yea? Do you still want to tell me about being seventeen?" Cameron said softly. He was offering his lover a distraction from a clearly painful memory but filed away the details of Vincent's past - he would want to know more someday. "Jake went to the Earl of Lennox too and he was one of the friends I came out to when I was seventeen. A year before we started dating, we had our first... let's call it an encounter," Vincent said. This time, the memory made Vincent smile. "This would be when you were in love and fooling around with your best friend Charlie?" clarified Cameron. "Yea," replied Vincent. "But I was too much of a coward to tell Charlie how I felt so my attention wandered sometimes." Vincent smiled at Cameron's expression - he clearly hadn't considered that the timid, placid and unassuming Vincent might have played the field. "I wanted Charlie to be my boyfriend but I wanted him to ask me. I knew how I felt about him but not how he felt about me so I chickened out," explained Vincent. "While Charlie figured that out, or didn't figure it out, I found myself in a clinch with Jake..." "Interesting," Cameron passed remark. "And three of his friends..." "Now we're talking," and Cameron looked rather pleased. "So, it was December twenty-ten and I'd come out to my friends the month before and Charlie was talking about sex with men..." DECEMBER 2010 Vincent had never had sex with men or anyone else - when he admitted this, he completely failed to notice the look that passed between Charlie and Jake. Charlie knew Jake hadn't told Vincent yet and he was trying to suggest now was the time, but the moment passed. Where Charlie was handsome and charismatic, Jake was cute and kind of goofy; he was also very sweet and not as naive or docile as Vincent. Jake might not have been a leader but he wasn't a sheep - in fact what happened to Vincent was his idea. "You should totally give gay sex a go, it's brilliant," Charlie proclaimed to the sound of laughter from the rest of the group. In their group of five, only two of the boys were straight, though Vincent didn't know that - he didn't know Jake was on his and Charlie's team. "Give it a go?" parroted Vincent. Then, mockingly: "You make it sound like a new flavour of crisps. Have you tried the Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding flavour? You should give it a go." "They really are a great flavour," Charlie said. "Sorry, are you talking about the crisps or the gay sex now?" Jake asked Charlie. "Yes," Charlie answered unhelpfully and the boys all laughed. "So how do I get more gay sex?" Vincent asked clumsily and his friends all laughed again. "Well, you should shave for starters," Charlie said. It was lunch time and they were sitting outside the library that was temporarily located in an outbuilding. Vincent was in his shorts and t-shirt because he had P.E. right after lunch; his legs were stretched out in front of him and as soon as hair was mentioned, he looked at his legs. Vincent wasn't a hairy boy - he didn't even like the word "hairy" because he thought it sounded kind of gross. Just like some people don't like the word "moist" or "heterosexual" because they're also gross. But he did have a fine layer of hair on his legs and when he looked at it he wondered why it mattered. "Have you never watched porn?" Jake asked as if the point was self-evident. "Two girls one cup is my favourite," Charlie deadpanned. The group giggled and grued in equal measure. "The boys shave. Hairless or almost hairless is the done thing for us," Charlie informed Vincent. Charlie had become much more open about these things since Vincent had come out; just your regular chat about gay sex and epilation. "Yea, unless a hairy bum hole really does it for you," Jake said dryly. "You really think I should shave?" Vincent asked. "Maybe... but there are other ways," Charlie replied. "You're not hairless," Vincent found himself pointing out. "No, but I'm fair skinned and blonde so you can't really see," Charlie pointed out. "Besides I trim my pubes..." The straight boys were relieved when the school bell sounded and they could finally escape the conversation. They hurried ahead, arguing about a football match, while Charlie, Jake and Vincent meandered back to the main building more slowly. "I'll tell you what, wait for me in the changing room when you're done in P.E., ok?" said Charlie. "Ok," agreed Vincent. Poor Vincent - always so agreeable. Charlie and Jake agreed plan together that from a certain point of view it was a little mean. For Jake it meant revealing to Vincent that he was gay but he was happy with that, he had wanted to do it for a long time. Jake should have just said so when Vincent came out to him, but he'd held back for two reasons. The first was that Vincent had looked so relieved and proud of himself that Jake didn't have the heart to undermine his achievement by casually just revealing he was gay too; the second was something Jake hadn't told anyone yet. Charlie arrived in the changing room about ten minutes after the bell had signalled the end of the day. Vincent was laying his back on one of the benches - in his moist t-shirt and shorts - but he lifted his head to look at Charlie as he entered and was rewarded with a smile. Charlie was still wearing his school uniform, sans blazer. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt almost to his elbows and tucked the end of his tie into his shirt so it was out of the way. "I can see up your shorts," said Charlie. "Shit," Vincent replied as he sat up and spun around to drop his feet to the ground. "It's ok, I like it," Charlie told him. "Yea?" Vincent asked bashfully; "So, why did you want me to meet you here?" "I brought something for you," replied Charlie. Charlie slipped his backpack off his shoulder and dropped it onto the end of the bench that Vincent was still sitting on. From the backpack he removed a few tubes of something. "And what is that?" Vincent asked. Charlie smiled before responding: "Hair removal cream." "You'll need to take off all your clothes," Charlie said. "What? Here?" asked Vincent, aghast. "We can go outside if you like," suggested Charlie. "Fuck off," Vincent laughed. Charlie looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "You have this little flurry of hair between your pecs," Charlie said. "I have pecs?" Vincent asked, sounding extremely flattered. "You have this little flurry of hair between your nipples," Charlie amended. "You're a funny guy," Vincent said sarcastically. "And this tiny triangle of hair just above your bellybutton and a trail down to your..." "I know where I have hair," interrupted Vincent. "It would be awesome for you to be a smoothie," Charlie said flatteringly. "Very fuckable," he added. Sex: the universal teenage motivator. Vincent's heart was beating fast as he stood up and pulled his t-shirt off. Charlie smiled as Vincent stood wearing only his shorts and in a moment, his friend had dropped them too. Vincent sat down just long enough to slip the shorts off his feet and his trainers and socks at the same time. Vincent noticed things he wouldn't usually have noticed as he contemplated what was about to happen - the hair on lower part of his legs that became nothing more than a sprinkle around his ankles; the line of hair up the inside of his thigh; invisible hair just above his anus that could not be seen but that he could feel when he stroked below the small of his back; and his testicles with its fuzz of hair like the head of a dandelion. "What are you doing?" asked Vincent as Charlie snapped on a pair of nitrile gloves. "Well I can't put the cream on with my tongue, can I?" Charlie answered. "Chance would be a fine thing," muttered Vincent. "Ok, put your hands behind your head. We'll start under your arms and work our way down," Charlie said authoritatively. Vincent obeyed reluctantly - he was all too aware that he was standing totally naked in the middle of the changing room - he kept thinking someone would walk in and see him. The school day was over though so it was unlikely they would be disturbed. To his right was the entrance to the showers and Vincent could still hear the occasional drip from the when his class had used them at the end of P.E. Vincent had allowed his mind to wander so he giggled when he suddenly felt hands and fingers in his armpit. Charlie hadn't meant to tickle him but laughter was contagious so soon he was giggling too. Once Vincent's oxters were thoroughly creamed, Charlie wiped his hands clean along Vincent's forearms until he gloves needed to be reloaded. Next, Charlie's hands smeared cream down the centre of Vincent's chest and then made circular motions around the nipples. Vincent liked that bit and felt his dick stir a little. "If you like the attention on your nips, just wait 'til I get to these," Charlie said and he gave the tiniest of gentle squeezes to Vincent's balls. Charlie's hands carried on down Vincent's chest to his abdomen which was quickly smeared with the hair removal cream. Unnecessarily, Charlie wriggled his finger in Vincent's belly button before squatting down onto his haunches for the next smear campaign. Charlie ran his hands up and down Vincent's legs, all too aware of the rising cock near his face; he was tempted to take it in his mouth but he still had more body parts to denude. Charlie's hand stroked the shin and then calves of each leg, then rubbed up and down the inside of his thighs until they were all smeared white with the cream. Vincent's skin was tingling now. Charlie took delight in the surprised expression on Vincent's face as both hands reached around and pushed their way between his buttocks. Charlie kept his eyes locked with his friend as his hands returned to the front. Vincent's eyes refused to blink, they were hypnotised by his best friend. Then, Charlie's hands stroked Vincent's perineum and edged closer to the ever-anticipating testicles. First, Charlie reloaded his hands and generously coated the pubes above Vincent's penis. Charlie's thumb and index finger wrapped around the base of Vincent's erection so that his balls could sit in Charlie's palm. His grip released and he used his entire hand to completely coat Vincent's balls in hair removal cream. Vincent was almost disappointed when it was all over and he had hoped, when Charlie had fleetingly gripped his cock, that he might have gotten some release but no such luck. "You can probably go rinse off now," Charlie told him after a few awkward minutes. It was awkward because Vincent couldn't really sit down and Charlie couldn't really go anywhere else and neither of them was sure what to say while they waited to see what the end result would be. Vincent entered the shower and turned it on; it was cold for only a moment - during which Vincent stepped back from the spray of water - then he stepped under the shower head and let the needles rain down on him. Vincent ran his own hands across his arms and then into his armpit and they swept across his chest and abdomen. He bent over to stoke his legs and arse and then he rubbed thoroughly at his pubis and his balls. All the while, his hair sluiced away and fell to the wet-room floor, gathering around the drain until the saturated hair impeded the drainage of water. He stood longer until he was sure all the cream had washed away and he was safe from accidentally transferring any to his head. When Vincent turned off the water, he took a moment to stoke himself - his skin was so smooth. His armpits were now completely bereft of hair and his chest was baby smooth. Vincent's pubes and vanished and his scrotum was a hairless sac of excited seed. His bald legs felt silky and sent excited signals to his brain when they brushed each other or when he stoked them with his hand. Vincent's cock had risen again, not quite to its full mast but big enough to obviously not be soft. Finally satisfied, he turned to leave the shower area and discovered he was being watched. He would not have been surprised to see Charlie - he had been there for the creaming process - but he was surprised to see three boys: Jake, Bill and Ianto. Bill and Ianto were also sixth year boys; Vincent was friendly with them, but they weren't exactly friends. Bill was a local boy while Ianto (pronounced Yan-Toh) had been born in Wales before moving to Scotland when he was eleven. "Are we interrupting?" asked Ianto in his soft Welsh sing-song accent. Vincent covered his penis as best he could and realised he didn't have a towel. Vincent blushed furiously at his total nudity and made awkward attempts to cover up. With nowhere to go, Vincent had no choice but to approach the watching group, all of whom wore faintly amused expressions. There was something else too in their expressions and it took Vincent a moment to characterise it: desire. Did they want him? Was Vincent attractive? Naked wet teenage boy, I'll give you three guesses. Vincent was still getting used to fooling around with Charlie never mind another three boys... including Jake. Wait, is Jake gay, wondered Vincent? Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions - maybe the voyeurs were just there to embarrass him? Charlie's impish grin certain implied that his audiance had been pre-arranged. "Well, let's see the end result," said Charlie, emerging from behind the new arrivals; "Stand the same way you did when I was putting the cream on and we'll see if we got it all." Vincent complied even though it was humiliating and exhibiting - it was also a big thrill. With his legs slightly apart and his hands behind his head, Vincent's whole body was exposed. "Can we touch you?" asked Charlie. "Ok," Vincent agreed. He was agreeing to be stroked and fondled by four seventeen year olds; it seemed like a good idea at the time. Vincent was very quickly accosted by four pairs of hands that stoked his armpits and chest, his hairless pubis and his smooth legs and then Jake touched his balls. Jake was fondling his balls!? "I maybe should have mentioned I'm gay?" Jake told him. Jake said it so nonchalantly - Vincent realised how big a deal his own coming out had felt yet Jake could say it so casually. "I think maybe four boys caressing him naked in the shower probably gave that away already," Bill suggested. Bill and Ianto were also confident in their sexuality; neither of them seemed remotely bothered to reveal their sexual interest in boys. Now that they were all satisfied by their examination and the effect it had had on Vincent's fully-grown cock, there was another matter to address... "You can't just leave the drain clogged like that," Charlie said disapprovingly. Vincent looked back at the bundle of wet pubic hair impeding the drainage of water. "Just a sec," Charlie said. Charlie returned a minute later with a wad of towelette. Unlike toilet paper, it wouldn't fall to pieces; it was perfect for mopping up the mass of hair clogging the drain. Vincent took the towelettes from Charlie and returned up the shower head he had used. The boys were all still in uniform and standing just at the edge of the wet room to avoid their shoes getting spoiled. They watched the newly-smooth Vincent approach his task with a quiver of excitement. It was the look on their faces that made Vincent decided to exert the only control he had: showmanship. Instead of bending over to complete his task, Vincent got down on his hands and knees and pushed his arse out towards the group. Totally naked and still damp from his shower, the hairless seventeen year old proffered his bum hole to the four clothed boys. Charlie, Jake, Bill an Ianto just loved the sight before them and each craved to push fingers, tongues or cocks into that hole. Vincent's doggy-style readiness emphasised his nudity and smoothness. He used a succession of towelettes to sweep away the hair from the drain until most of it was bundled into the fibre of the wipes and he could lift them all into his hands and discarded them in a bin next to his observers. "Well, I think that was very successful," said Charlie, reaching over to pull at Vincent's cock. Vincent again found himself hard and quacking to cum already. "Do you like being watched?" asked Ianto. Vincent just nodded mutely. "We'll watch you jerk off, if you'd like?" Bill said. Vincent nodded again "Say it," Charlie whispered. Vincent could barely meet the eyes of his peers even as he felt his dick jump excitedly at the thought. Vincent had no experience of submission or domination but he knew he wanted to please Charlie. Pleasing the others was just a bonus and they were all anticipating his ascent. Among the boys, only Jake looked uneasy. "Do you want to do this?" Jake asked. Vincent could hear concern in his voice that communicated it would be fine if he chose to back out but Vincent didn't want to back down. "I want you all to watch me cum," Vincent said to the group. Vincent actually wanted more - ever since they walked in on him and saw him naked; ever since they touched his smooth, hairless body Vincent had been dying to see them naked too or suck them or masturbate them. Strangely, being the only naked one among them was a turn on too and he took to the idea of performing for them with enthusiasm. "Sit down," Charlie said and gestured towards one of the benches in the middle changing room. Vincent took his seat and spread his legs, proffering his hairless gentiles, crotch, perineum and anus for all four boys to see. He then reached back and put his left hand behind his head to show his hairless pit again. The four clothed school boys in their perfect uniforms and similar expressions of adoration and lust watched him. Then, without further ado, Vincent gripped his cock and started to stroke. Vincent had been going a few minutes when Charlie unexpectedly offered him lubricant, dribbling it onto the head of his cock when he was on a downward stroke so that when his hand came back to the top, it squeaked and slurped. Charlie offered some for Vincent's left hand too, which he took as a cue to put his left hand to better use. Vincent did this by sliding his hand between his legs and slowly easing a slippery finger inside. While he masturbated for his clothed observers, he imagined them pulling out cocks and cumming on his body. Vincent imagined kneeling for them to take their dicks, one by one, into his mouth. He imagined bending over and offering his smooth hole for them to pummel. Vincent was getting very close to cumming now. Vincent withdrew his finger from his ass and slid his hand over his thigh and groin. The hairless skin felt silky and Vincent loved the feel as he slid his hand over his leg as well and then to his navel. It felt strange to be so bare and yet so exciting too. Masturbating for an audience was exciting but strange and he wondered if there were other ways to explore his interest in obedience. The looks in the eyes of the boys were delightful. He was naked and now shiny with not just water - he never was given a towel - but also perspiration. Yanking his cock in front of four boys for five minutes naturally had a happy ending. It came suddenly in the end, streams of cum shooting up his body and making a sloppy mess around his belly button. Vincent held on tight to his cock as he squeezed the last drop out and closed his eyes to enjoy the euphoria. "Well, he looks like he enjoyed that," Bill said enviously. Vincent opened his eyes and was at exactly the right eye level to see bulges in everyone's trousers. Vincent was surprised to see his eyes linger on Jake's dick and it took him an extra moment to drag his gaze away and to rest on Charlie's bulge. "Come on, we should go," said Ianto. Ianto pulled at Bill's sleeve and the two made such a hasty exit that there was little doubt they were going someplace to sort themselves out. Or sort each other out? "You should get dressed," said Jake in a quiet voice as the others departed. Vincent was secretly glad that Jake had spoken first rather than Charlie because he suspected Charlie would have happily prolonged his humiliation but now that he'd cum, Vincent didn't feel so brave. He hurried off to pull on some clothes and think about the fact that Jake was gay too... He had never really given it any thought and wondered if he ought to have known. Weren't gay men supposed to have a gaydar? Did his not work? When Charlie had first suggested his plan, Jake had thought about how he would finally be revealing to Vincent that he was gay. Selfishly, Jake had been excited to see Vincent naked - without considering how embarrassing it would be for him - and it had been worth the wait. It had also been a relief to hear Vincent contentedly agree to continue. Jake nearly came himself - untouched - just watching Vincent masturbate. Jake thought about how Vincent knowing he was gay might change their relationship. For Charlie and Vincent, the knowledge had made them intimate but Jake knew he was indulging in fantasy and maybe a little jealousy. Jake had held back from coming out so as not to undermine Vincent's sense of achievement at being brave enough to come out but there was another reason too. It had become immediately obvious that Vincent only had eyes for Charlie which was hard for Jake because he only had eyes for Vincent. It had been a surprise to discover he felt that way but he couldn't escape them now. Jake felt stuck in second place because Charlie had got there first - he hoped Charlie wouldn't squander the opportunity. "What're you thinking about?" Charlie asked, snapping Jake out of his mind space. "Oh, nothing. I was just day dreaming," replied Jake. "Me too... I was day dreaming about taking him home and..." Charlie grinned and left the sentence unfinished. Was this idiot blind to the fact that Jake was so obviously jealous? "I need to get home," Jake said huffily. "See you tomorrow, Vincent," he called. "Yea, ok," Vincent grinned sweetly. Jake had to suppress the urge to tell him not to waste his time with Charlie. As charming and likable and central to their friendship group as Charlie was, the boy was also vain and selfish. Maybe that was the jealousy talking. When Charlie and Vincent were again alone in the changing room, Charlie complemented him on a job well done. "You seem to have a real penchant for exposure," Charlie said; "And for submission." Vincent blushed, "I don't know how I'll ever be able to look Jake in the eye again." Vincent had never felt so embarrassed and turned on and exposed. It had been equal parts exhilarating and humiliating. "Oh, it'll be fine. We're all good friends, right?" Charlie said breezily. Vincent didn't immediately reply because he was thinking about how much he wanted to be more than just friends with Charlie. Maybe if he told Charlie... "Do you want to come back to mine and fool around?" Charlie asked. Vincent grinned, he would happily settle for that. FRIDAY 9TH NOVEMBER 2018 "I would have liked the story even more if you'd fooled around with all four boys," commented Cameron once the story was over. "Reality can be a little disappointing sometimes," Vincent replied dryly. With a grin, the teacher added: "Do you want me to embellish more next time?" "No, it's ok, it was a great story. A romantic mystery and getting caught was a good twist," Cameron commented; "We should call it... Mr Wilson, in the showers, with the hair removal cream," Cameron laughed. "Title needs some work," replied Vincent with a smile. "Did you really not know your friend Jake had the hots for you?" Cameron asked. "No. I mean, we were just friends. Things didn't change until we went to University," Vincent replied. "And Charlie moved out of town?" Cameron asked. Vincent nodded and Cameron was obviously about to ask more about their defacto love triangle when his phone beeped. He checked the display and realised how late it was getting. "I need to get home. My mum thinks I'm at the cinema... didn't seem right to tell her I was at my teacher's place talking dirty. Not that I wouldn't love to stay..." Cameron added. Cameron finally moved over to perch himself next to Vincent, who was still naked. Vincent closed his eyes as the boy put his hand in Vincent's lap and gave his cock a gentle pet. "Maybe we should try that hair removal again sometime?" Vincent proposed. If it had been a real question, Vincent might have resisted but he sensed the boy was just playing. Cameron sighed as he took his hand off of Vincent's cock. "I really do need to go. How about next time I come up with a better lie to my parents and I stay the night?" suggested Cameron. "Ok," Vincent replied; "I still haven't got to see you naked." Vincent knew it sounded mewling but the thought was driving him wild. Cameron just smiled in reply. "I'll leave you thinking about that, Mr Wilson," Cameron replied. "When I come over next time, you can tell me how much you want to see me naked." At every opportunity Cameron wanted to remind Vincent who was in command and how he was under the thumb of a pupil. The scenarios practically wrote themselves. "I'll let you take my clothes off and..." Cameron paused and pouted innocently; "Well, you can just imagine the things I'm going to do to you." Nifty remains free because of the donations of visitors, if you love these stories please help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Athors do not receive gratuities so if you have enjoyed Do As You're Told, please contact me and say something nice. 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