Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2019 23:36:18 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Pat's Camera by Cutter09 Gay adult/youth

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Pat's Camera

  I was shooting hoops in my driveway, when I saw a car pull up to the
house next door. The sign on the car indicated it was from the same real
estate agency as the sign stuck in the ground in front of the house. The
house had been for sale for a least a year and I'd never seen anyone even
look at it.

  "The elementary school is just two blocks that way," the agent said as
she exited the car.

  "And the middle school?" asked the dark haired man getting out of the
passenger side.

  "Four blocks that way," she answered pointing in the opposite
direction. "Do you have children, Mr. Dennis?"

  "No, but someday maybe."

  Then he saw me, and gave me a smile. I figured it was best to be nice in
case he was going to be our neighbor, so I gave him a slight wave and a
smile in return.

  They came out of the house a few minutes later. The agent was talking on
her phone, so he walked over to me.

  "Hi there young man. What's your name?"

  "Jonathan, but most people call me Jon. You're Dennis, right?"

  "That's my last name. First name is Patrick, but you can call me Pat."

  "Are you gonna buy the house?"

  He looked up and down at me. "I just might. What grade are you in?"

  "I'm in sixth, but school's almost out. I'll be in seventh when school
starts again."

  "So that makes you, like twelve?"

  "Almost thirteen," I replied proudly.

  He gave me another up and down look. "Nice."

  I wasn't sure if he meant it was nice that I was almost thirteen or that
I looked nice. I glanced down at my old shorts and worn out tennis shoes
and thought he probably meant that it was nice that I was glad to be almost
thirteen.

  "Are your parents home?"

  "They're divorced. Mom's at work."

  "You any good at basketball?"

  "Okay I guess."

  "I'll give you five dollars if you can make three in a row."

  "You're on."

  I turned toward the hoop attached above our garage door. My first shot
was nothing but net, swish. Second bounced off the backboard, and through
the hoop. Third rolled around the rim before finally dropping through.

  I victoriously turned to him. "You owe me five bucks."

  His phone was pointed at me like he was taking pictures. He put it
down. "Worth every penny," he said.

  "Mr. Dennis," the agent called from her car.

  "Be right with you," he yelled back as he reached into his pocket.

  "Were you taking pictures of me?"

  He handed me a five dollar bill. "Photography is sort of a hobby of
mine. You're a handsome young man."

  "Thanks," I replied, blushing a little. Lots of people tell my mom how
pretty I am. I guess I am, but usually guys don't tell me that to my face.

  "Mr. Dennis. We really must get to that other house soon," the agent
reminded.

  "Got to run Jon. It was a pleasure meeting you. Maybe I'll see you again
if I buy the house."

  "Nice talking to you. And thanks for the five," I laughed.

  I didn't give him much thought after that. I put the five in my dresser
drawer with the other twenty five I had saved. I wanted to buy the new
Xbox, and knew my mom couldn't afford it. She worked hard and got only a
little help from my dad.

  She always complained about what an asshole he is for not giving her more
money. I'd overheard many phone calls between them. She'd be yelling about
money, then she'd say that he could see me when he came up with more. I'd
only seen him three times in the two years they've been divorced. I guess
he gave her money those times. He told me he gave her plenty, she just
drank it away. I don't know. I mean, she does drink for sure, but I don't
know if she spends all the money he gives her on it. She did lose one job
because she missed too much work being either drunk or hungover.

  The last day of school, I came home and saw a moving van parked next
door. Pat was directing the moving men, saw me and waved, so I waved back.

  The next day was Saturday and the first day of summer break. I slept
late, till almost ten oclock. I was just going to pour some cereal in a
bowl when the doorbell rang. I peeked out the window by the door to see who
it was, because I was only wearing boxers and a tee shirt. It was
Mr. Dennis.

  "Hi Mr. Dennis," I said when I opened the door.

  "Remember it's Pat to my friends. Is your mom around?"

  "She's still asleep. She was out pretty late last night."

  "Well, can I come in and talk to you about something? Then you can tell
your mom later."

  I showed him into the living room and he sat on the sofa. Southern
hospitality demands I offer a guest a beverage. "I don't have any coffee
made, but would you like some orange juice or milk?"

  "That's very nice of you, but no thanks. Have a seat for a minute."

  I sat across from him, thinking the sooner he said what he wanted, the
sooner I could get back to my cereal.

  "As I told you back when we met, I do a little photography as a hobby. I
show the pictures to various people, and sometimes they get into fashion
magazines and catalogues. I'd like you to pose for me."

  "Me? Why me?"

  "You're a handsome young man, as I said, and I think I know some people
who'd be interested in your pictures. Did I mention I'd pay you fifty
dollars to pose?"

  Fifty bucks! I was still short on enough to buy the Xbox, but fifty would
put me that much closer. "Sure, I'll do it."

  "Great. Be sure to clear it with you mother. If she says it's ok, come on
over. Oh, and wear those same shorts you had on the day we met."

  I thought that was odd. Those shorts were not what I'd call
fashionable. They were at least two years old, and way too tight on
me. They were cut off corduroy and they had been cut too short. My butt
cheeks sometimes showed in the back, and I had to constantly pull them down
in the crotch because they'd almost strangle my junk.

  I gave Mom her usual breakfast, coffee and three Tylenol, as I told her
about it. And as usual, she flicked her hand at me dismissively saying,
"Yeah, whatever."

  I went to my room and put on the shorts he wanted, but my boxers showed
under the leg openings. I didn't think he'd like that for fashion photos,
so I took off my boxers and put the shorts on, commando style. I threw on a
tee shirt that the father of a friend called a `wife beater', whatever that
means, and ran next door.

  "Jon. Glad you could make it. You look great!" Pat said when he answered
the door. Right this way. My studio is in the cellar."

  "The Cellar?"

  "Yes. Lighting is very important in photography, there's no windows to
let in sunlight, so I control the lighting better."

  As we went down the stairs I said, "You mentioned fifty dollars."

  "Smart kid," Pat said reaching into his pocket.

  He pulled out two twenties and a ten and handed it to me. I stuffed the
bills in my pocket and decided to be the best model he ever had.

  In one corner of the cellar were two of those umbrella looking things
they use for lighting. There was also a barstool in front of a backdrop,
and a camera on a tripod.

  "Jump up on that stool, and let's see how you look," Pat instructed.

  I did as I was told, and Pat went behind the camera. There were flashes,
and whirring sounds coming from the camera. I was nervous and didn't know
where I should look, so I just stared toward Pat.

  "Smile. Yeah like that. Now put your hands on your knees. Great. Now hop
down and face away from me. Nice. Put your elbows on the stool. Great. Now
look over your left shoulder at me. Give me a little grin. Perfect. You're
a natural."

  He went over to a box and pulled out a football. Moving the stool away,
he laid the football on the floor. "I want you to pretend you're the center
on the team. You're gonna hike the ball toward the camera, but don't really
throw it, that's an expensive camera."

  I followed his orders. I could see him through my spread legs. A few
flashes then more whirring sounds. I saw the lens on the camera extend a
bit, and more flashes. I happened to look at my shorts and noticed one of
my nuts was hanging out.

  I started to say something, but Pat said, "Now I want you to lay on the
floor."

  He brought the camera over and was taking close ups of my face and moving
around taking more pictures.

  "Now pretend you're riding a bicycle, no, don't get up just do it from
there."

  I put out my hands like I was holding onto handlebars, and peddled my
feet in the air.

  He stood above me taking pics from every angle.

  "You've been a great model. I'm sure I can find some interest in your
photos," Pat said after a few minutes.

  "We're finished?" I asked sitting up.

 "Yep."

  "Uh... Pat. I noticed that... well when I had the football... Well my
um..."

  "I know what you're going to say. Don't worry about it, I can edit it
out."

  That was a relief. I mean, I didn't want Pat to be mad at me for ruining
the shot.

  I went home and took the money out of my pocket, to place in my drawer
with the rest of my savings. I was reminded of how badly the shorts fit
when I tried to get my hand out of the pocket. That reminded me of my nut
hanging out. So I stood on my bed and bent over to look at myself in my
dresser mirror. Holy shit! Both of my nuts were visible from the back.

  I had shown my nuts to someone. I mean, not on purpose, but kinda. I'd
decided not to wear my boxers, so basically I showed someone my nuts. Pat
didn't seem upset by it and even said not to worry. But shit! I showed my
nuts to Pat. Well at least I got fifty bucks before letting him know I'm
some kind of creep. He'll never want me to model again though.

  The thought of showing my nuts to someone actually excited me a
little. By the time I pulled off the shorts, my dick was hard. I'd been
jerking off for a couple of years and this was the nearest thing to real
sex that I had as stroke material. I let someone see my sex organs. I could
never imagine that would happen until I had a girlfriend. I grasped my hard
dick and began beating it to death. My mind's eye was imagining how I
looked to Pat. Bent over, legs spread, nuts on display. Would he think it
sexy? Did he get hard looking at me? In no time at all, I was dribbling my
few drops of liquid onto my belly.

  See, I'm a creep for sure. I wanted to get a grown man excited. I jerked
off thinking about the effect I might have had on him. I bet none of my
friends jerked off to that. Of course they deny jerking off, but I know
they all do it too. At least I hoped so, because I do it all the time.

  I didn't see Pat for a few days, and I figured he was avoiding me because
I'm some kind of creep. He's probably even sorry he bought the house next
door to me. I bet he sleeps with a knife or gun under his pillow to protect
himself in case I break into his house.

  Then Thursday I was coming back from visiting my friend Jacob, and when I
came around the corner, I saw my mom with Pat. They shook hands and he went
to his house, and Mom went into ours. I just knew he said something about
what happened, and probably asked her to keep me away from him.

  I entered the house and found Mom pouring her first drink of the
evening. She picked up something off the table and stuck it in her purse. I
didn't see what it was, but it looked like an envelope of some kind.

  "Jonny..."

  Ut oh... that's the voice she uses when she wants me to mow the yard or
go to the store for her. "Yeah Mom?"

  "I just had a chat with our new neighbor, Mr. Dennis."

  "I swear Mom, it was an accident."

  "What was?" she asked confused.

  "Uh... whatever he said I did wrong."

  "He didn't say anything of the sort. In fact, he said you were great. He
wants you to model for him."

  "He... he did?"

  "Yes. He said you are a handsome young man, and he wants to get you into
catalogues. So, run along over there."

  "Uh... Okay. Did he say what I should wear?"

  "He said he had a wardrobe for you. Hurry along, and do everything he
tells you. Maybe he'll use you again."

  This is weird. She's being way too nice. The last time she was this nice,
she was trying to get me to dish out some dirt about my dad and his
girlfriend. I guess I should be glad she's in a good mood.

  Pat opened the door after I rang the bell. "Hey Jon, glad you came. Did
your mom tell you what we're doing today?"

  "No Sir. She just said you wanted me to model for you."

  " First, let me explain that special types of models are hard to
find. For one reason or another, they don't want to do certain types of
work. Well, I have several clients that liked your pictures, but want to
see how you might fit into one of the specialty categories."

  "Uh... Okay?"

  In the cellar, I noticed the set was made up to look like a boy's
bedroom.

  "Here is your first costume," Pat said handing me a bundle of
clothes. "You can change in the bathroom over there."

  Looking at the bundle on the way to the bathroom, I discovered it was a
baseball uniform. It was filthy with reddish dirt, like someone slid into
home base in it. I could understand people not wanting to model this
stuff. In the bathroom I realised the outfit was complete with a jockstrap
and protective cup. The uniform fit nicely, but the cup and jockstrap were
a little small for me.

  I walked awkwardly out to the set, the ill fitting undergarments cutting
into my crotch.

  "You look great. Now, you've just come home from a baseball game. You
made the winning run. What's the first thing you're gonna do?"

  "Get out of this filthy uniform," I muttered jokingly.

  "Exactly! Do that."

  "Um... You mean...strip? Now?"

  I could hear the camera already clicking. "Yes. Is there a problem?" Pat
replied.

  Mom said I should do as he said, but this seemed a bit much for just
fifty bucks. "No, Sir. No problem. Does my mom know this is what we're
doing?"

  "Yes. She signed the release form and everything. It says some nudity
might be involved."

  "Uh... Okay."

  I started with taking off the cleats and knee high socks. There was a lot
of clicking and whirring sounds. As I pulled off the shirt, Pat called out
instructions, like "Turn around. Look at yourself in the mirror. Flex your
muscles."

  Then I took off the pants. "Perfect. Now put them back on, and do it
again with your back to me. Great. Bend lower. Perfect."

  I was standing there with the pants at my ankles wearing just the
jockstrap and cup. "Kick the pants off, and turn around slowly," Pat
ordered.

  I did as he said. Then he took the camera off the tripod and came onto
the set, taking pictures from different angles.

  "That cup is too tight on you isn't it?"

  "Very."

  "Take it out," Pat suggested.

  He kept snapping pictures as I reached under the jockstrap waistband and
removed the godawful cup. I dropped it on the bed, and Pat circled around
me snapping away. He ended with his head on the floor in front of me,
taking pictures up toward my face. From that angle though, the bulge in the
jockstrap pouch would probably obscure my face.

  "Here's your next costume," Pat said after standing.

  It was basketball shorts and jersey, with boxer briefs. I felt
uncomfortable in the jockstrap, but it just showed a bulge. These briefs
showed a definite outline of my jewels. Being somewhat embarrassed caused
some shrinkage of course, so I decided that pointing straight down was the
least revealing position for my dick.

  On set, Pat had me doing all kinds of poses, then taking off the jersey
and shorts, capturing it from different angles.

  "Um... Jon. You don't want anyone to think you have a little dick, do
you?"

  "What? No, of course not."

  "Then why not fluff it up a bit and let it hang to the side, instead of
straight down."

  "Fluff it?  Oh! Er... Okay."

  I turned my back and reached into the briefs. I heard the camera clicking
as I stroked myself a bit till I was about half hard, then turned back to
face Pat.

  "Mmm, very nice," he said as he took several close ups of my crotch.

  "Your clients want to see me in underwear?"

  "Underwear models are hard to find, especially in your age group. Most
boys don't want to be seen in their underwear. They don't want anyone to
see their little dicks. Of course, that's not a problem for you."

  "It's not?" I wasn't sure if he meant I didn't mind being seen or that my
dick isn't little.

  "No. You look like you're enjoying showing off. And you have plenty to
show and be proud of."

  Ok, he meant both. He was right. I really didn't mind being seen,
obviously. I stroked off thinking about him seeing my balls. And I'm glad
he thinks I have plenty. I mean, it's something I have worried about. All
my friends brag about having huge dicks. I don't know if they do or not, or
how I compare. But Pat seems to think I'm ok. I've been growing down there
a lot. Last time I measured I was just under six inches.

  "Thanks," I replied with a smile.

  I've never had anyone compliment my junk. Course, that could be because
no one has seen it. Well, he's only seen my balls, and just my dick in
underwear.

  Here's you next costume."

  In the bundle I found just a pair of black shorts, a tee shirt, and some
thing like a jockstrap. It was just triangle of red sequined material with
a string around the waist and one up the middle. No shoes, no socks. The
shorts were some soft material and very tight. The shirt was sleeveless,
and didn't even come down as far as my belly button.

  As I walked onto the set, I knew I would be undressing again. Why else
would there be such an elaborate undergarment, if it wasn't to be seen.

  Pat's camera started clicking away. I followed his instructions, turning
this way and that as I removed the shirt then the shorts. I happened to see
myself in the mirror. I looked sexy as hell. I was almost naked, only that
thin piece of material covering my stuff. From the back, my butt was
completely exposed.

  "Great! Turn around. Look over your shoulder at me. Bend over just a
little. Nice. Look down, now back up at me and wink. Perfect!"

  Pat was all over the place taking pictures. Even from over my shoulder,
down at my body. Then he came back around in front of me.I noticed him tug
at his crotch. After a couple of close ups, he stopped.

  "You don't need to show this much yet," he said as he reached out and
pushed my hard cock down into the pouch.

  Shit! I hadn't even noticed I was hard. And double shit! It was sticking
out of the top of the sequined pouch. TRIPLE SHIT! Pat touched it.

  "Oh God. I'm sorry Pat. I..." I'm sure I was beet red with embarrassment.

  "No worries. Photographers see all kinds of stuff. You have nothing to be
ashamed of. Quite the contrary. But I think that will be all for today. You
can get dressed."

  I saw a ridge in his pants. Did he have an erection too?

  While I got dressed, I was still hard as a rock. I wanted to get home so
I could beat off. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was looking at the
photos on his laptop.

  "Did they come out alright?" I asked.

  He stood to escort me to the door. "I'm sure they're fine. I'll let you
know if we need to do more."

  I could still see the ridge in his pants. I'm almost positive it was his
dick. By the time I got home, I was ready to burst. Mom was sitting at the
table with a glass of amber liquid in front of her.

  "There's my little supermodel. How'd it go?" she asked, glancing quickly
at my groin.

  "Fine, I think. Did you read that form you signed?"

  "Yes. So... Did you behave and do as he told you?" Again her eyes darted
to my groin.

  "I did everything he said. Damn! I forgot to collect my fifty dollars."

  "Fifty... Oh, Mr. Dennis gave it to me." She fumbled around in her purse
and pulled out fifty dollars and handed it to me.

  "I'm still a couple of hundred short," I noted out loud.

  "A couple of hundred... Uh... he didn't..."

  "I'm saving for a new Xbox. I'm still a couple of hundred short of having
enough. I hope he'll ask me to model four more times. Or more, then I could
get a couple of games too."

  "So, you didn't mind Uh... modeling for him?" Her eyes darted to my groin
again, reminding me that my dick was trying to claw through my pants
zipper.

  "I was a little scared at first. I mean, I didn't know we were going to
do... that... But you signed the form so I did as he told me. It was kinda
bad the first time, but it got easier the second and third."

  "Three times? And you still want to do it again?"

  "Sure, why not. Easy money. Right?"

  "You're a good boy, Jon, I'll call Mr. Dennis and let him know you're
interested in modeling again."

  She stood and hugged me. I can't remember the last time she hugged
me. Her hip bumped my erection. Which reminded me again that I have
pressing issues down there.

  "I think I'll go lay down for a minute, I'm kinda tired."

  In my room, I slowly stripped in front of my mirror. I wanted to see what
I looked like to Pat and the camera. I pressed the material of my boxers
tight against my hard dick to resemble how I looked in the briefs. Man, I
looked sexy. Then I let the head of my cock extend above the waistband, to
see what Pat had seen. In the close up pictures, it would look huge, and
very sexy.

  I started stroking my dick holding the waistband down with my other
hand. I watched myself in the mirror, remembering the ridge in Pat's
pants. I had actually made someone else excited. Pat got hard from seeing
my strip show and the head of my dick.

  I wondered if other people would get excited when they looked at my
pictures. If the pictures made it into catalogues, there could be thousands
of people who get horny looking at me. I shot my small load onto my bedroom
floor.

  Just as the last drop hit the floor, my bedroom door opened. I quickly
brought the waistband back up over my dick.

  "Jesus Mom, could you knock first?"

  She was staring at the tent in my boxers standing straight out in front
of me. "Um... Mr. Dennis said you should go over first thing Saturday
morning."

  "Ok, Mom. Just remember to knock before you come in please."

  I don't know why I was so concerned about her seeing me in my undies, I
just posed for who knows how many people to see me in skimpy underwear, and
I'm going to do it again Saturday. But I got paid fifty bucks for that.

 Friday I didn't do much of anything. Just laid around. I did manage to
jerk off three times though. Saturday morning, I put on coffee for Mom, and
laid her Tylenol next to her coffee mug where she could find it. Then went
next door. Pat greeted me warmly as always.

  "Hey there Stud. Come in, I'm ready for you. Have you had breakfast? Here
have a protein bar, you'll need to keep your strength up today."

  I took a bite of the bar, as I thought it funny he called me stud after
seeing me in skimpy underwear. I guess he really does think my equipment is
okay.

  "What are we doing today?" I asked as I finished the protein bar.

  "Today we're doing a teen boy in his natural habitat. I want you to just
be yourself. Do whatever you would normally do when you come home from
school."

  "Ok... Can I have my money first?"

  "I guess she didn't tell you. I gave it to your mom yesterday. We had a
brief conversation about today's shoot. So, what's the first thing you do
when you get home from school?"

  "Usually I get a Coke from the fridge."

  Pat got a Coke from his fridge, and handed it to me. "Then what?"

  "If Mom is home, I go to the bathroom to... well I go to the bathroom for
awhile."

  "Your mom isn't here. So what do you do?"

  "I go to my room."

  Pat led me downstairs to the set. I was feeling kind of warm and
flushed. I knew what was coming next, if he followed my routine.

  "Now what?"

  "I take off my school clothes."

  "Ok, go ahead," Pat said and the camera started clicking.

  I pretty much knew what his instructions were going to be, so I took off
my clothes slowly giving him different angles and poses. When I got down to
my boxers, Pat stopped me.

  "Those boxers are horrible. Put these on and start over," he said handing
me some sheer briefs.

  I went to the bathroom to change. I was feeling even warmer, and there
was a bluish haze to my vision. I took off my boxers and found my dick was
hard as a rock. I put on the briefs and my clothes, and my dick wasn't
going down, if anything, it just keep getting harder. This puberty thing is
a bitch. I wondered if Pat would take back the fifty bucks if he had to
stop taking pictures because my dick wouldn't go down.

  Out on the set, Pat was waiting with a camera in his hand and one still
on the tripod. "Ok, start again."

  I began taking my clothes off. As I did it, all I could think about was
my hard dick. Pretty soon I would be standing in front of Pat in these
sheer briefs with my hard on clearly visible. Would he get mad? Would he
ask Mom for his fifty bucks back? Or maybe he'd get excited like he did on
Thursday.

  Maybe if I keep my back to him, he won't notice. Fuck! My dick was so
hard. It's driving me crazy.

  My shirt was gone, my pants at my ankles. "You look great. Now slowly
turn and face the camera."

  I did as I was told, trying to keep my erection from being noticed. But
Pat was in motion around me snapping pictures from all angles, so it was
pointless to try to hide.

  "I'm sorry Pat... It just... "

  "Ok, you're in your room, undressed, what would you do next?"

  "Uh... lay down?"

  "Good. Lay on the bed."

  I crawled up on the bed, and found a magazine laying there. It was a porn
mag. Shit! That isn't going to help my situation at all.

  "Remember, there's just you at home," Pat said in a very soothing
voice. "No one else here to see you." Then in an almost hypnotic whisper,
"Go ahead. Do it."

  I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved those briefs down to my thighs and
grabbed my aching dick. God, I needed to jerk off so bad. I probably didn't
make twenty strokes before shooting on my belly.

  My eyes were closed, but I could hear the camera clicking away. "You're
alone in your room. No one is going to bother you. Look at the magazine."

  I roll onto my side, resting my head on my hand, raising up on my
elbow. Leafing through the magazine, I find pictures of kids about my age,
naked. Some are doing things with others, some alone. All of them sexy
looking. I grabbed my dick again looking at a boy and girl sitting on a bed
kissing. His hard dick was standing straight up in his lap, her hand
reaching for it. The next picture showed him sucking her small tit, and her
fingers wrapped around his cock. The next one showed them from the side. He
was between her legs, his cock was halfway buried in her pussy. That was
all it took for me to shoot another load on the bed.

  I was feeling embarrassed, because I had just jerked off twice in front
of Pat. I rolled over to sit on the side of the bed. There was Pat, naked,
camera in one hand, and his rigid cock in the other.

  "It's okay, Lay back."

  For some reason, my dick was still an iron bar. I lay back on the bed,
leaving my legs hanging off the edge. Pat was stroking his cock, so I
grabbed mine again. He kept taking pictures as we stroked together. It
really turned me on to know I made him horny enough to jerk off.

  "You're so fucking hot," Pat said as he stepped between my legs. He
grabbed my thighs and pulled my butt to the edge. I felt open and
vulnerable. I watched him stroking his big cock. It looked about eight
inches long, and pretty thick. I shot another load onto my belly, but there
was hardly anything left in me to shoot.

  Pat groaned loudly and aimed his load at my balls and butt, firing five
or six ropes of cum all over me down there. Then he rubbed his fat cock
head in the cum and pressed it against my butt hole. I thought for a second
he was trying to push it into me, but he stopped with the head only part
way in, and took some more pictures.

  I was going to get up, when Pat reached down and wrapped his fingers
around my dick. I couldn't believe I was still hard, and he used his cum to
make my dick slippery. He stroked it and moved his hips back and forth a
little. I could feel his fat cock head poking at my puckered hole. Nobody
has ever stroked my dick, or played with my butthole. I groaned as I had a
dry orgasm.

  I sat up, pulling my butt and cock away from Pat. "Um... I don't know
what... I mean, I've never... Uh...I was just so horny. And I..."

  "You were perfect. You did exactly like any teen boy alone at home would
do."

  "But I... You... What about...?" I couldn't even get it out, I was so
embarrassed by what I'd done.

  "Go home, Jon. I'll see you tomorrow."

  I got dressed and started home. Tomorrow he probably wants to finish what
we didn't get done today. Well, at least he didn't ask for a refund of his
fifty dollars. Now I know for sure I make him horny too. That felt good. I
like the thought of making people horny. He was so horny he gave me a hand
job. Does that count as sex? Did I just have sex with someone? Bill Clinton
doesn't think a blow job is sex, so a hand job probably isn't
either. Damn. Still a virgin.

  When I entered the house, Mom was on the phone. She gets mad when I
interrupt her, so I just waited for her to notice me there.

  "How much?... Ok. Are you sure it's alright to mix ex and vi...Oh! Hi
Jon. Go on and take a shower. I'm sure you're all sweaty and... Well, just
go shower."

  I got into the shower, and my dick was still hard. I knew I couldn't cum
again, I only shot dust the last time. I washed all the cum off my belly
and balls, turned around and washed my butt crack too. I even stuck a
finger in my hole to wash it, because I know his dick had pushed a little
cum up there.

  As I got dressed, I wondered if Mom knew about how much nudity was going
to be involved with this photography model thing. I really don't mind it,
in fact I liked making people horny, and the sexiness of it all. If I ask
her and she didn't know, she might make me quit, and I don't have enough
for my Xbox yet. I won't say anything until I have enough. That reminded me
I needed to get my money from Mom.

  "Mom, do you have my fifty dollars?" I asked her as I entered the
kitchen.

  "Sure Baby. Have a seat. I made you a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich. Eat up, and I'll go get your money."

  I ate the sandwich pondering why Mom was being so nice to me. She's not
really mean, but usually kind of cold. The last time she was this nice, she
was trying to talk Dad into buying her a new car, and that was before the
divorce. Well, I can't afford a car so she's wasting her time. I'll enjoy
It while it lasts though.

  "Here's your money Sweety. Mommy's going out for awhile. Will you be
alright?"

  "Sure Mom."

  She goes out every Saturday night, most other nights too. Why wouldn't I
be alright? Nothing new there.

  Thirty minutes later, my stomach started rumbling. I thought I might
still be hungry. After all, I only had that sandwich. Maybe I'll have
another later. Then suddenly I started feeling a burning in my stomach. I
rushed to the toilet, and barely made it. I didn't leave that toilet for
forty five minutes. I couldn't believe all that came out of me. I probably
lost ten pounds. Twice more I went to the toilet, but there was nothing
left in me to come out, and eating was out of the question. I finally
decided to just go to bed.

  I got up and put on the coffee and set out Mom's Tylenol. I was a little
apprehensive about seeing Pat today, after what happened yesterday. I mean
we jerked off together, he shot his cum on me and everything. How
embarrassing is that. And he saw me jerk off by myself two other
times. Even more embarrassing. And super embarrassing was when he stroked
me off, and I didn't have any cum left in me. But he had paid me, so I
needed to finish the shoot if I wanted him to keep using me as a model.

  "Superstar Stud, how are you today?" Pat greeted.

  "I'm okay. Had a bit of a stomach bug last night, though."

  "Good... I mean it's good that you're better today. Have a protein
bar. It'll help," he said handing me a bar.

  "Today, we'll pick up where we left off," he explained after I finished
eating the protein bar.

  We went downstairs. The set had changed. There were four cameras around
the bed. They were larger cameras than before, and the lighting was
brighter.

  "Put these on," Pat said handing me the sheer briefs.

  I started toward the bathroom. "I've already seen you naked, just change
there," Pat ordered.

  I pulled my shirt off, and noticed the same bluish haze to my vision. The
thought of taking my clothes off in front of Pat made my dick hard. I don't
know why, I had taken my clothes off for him several times already, and he
had it on film. But when my pants came off, I was hard as iron again. I
couldn't see Pat because the lights were in my eyes. I turned my back as I
took off my boxers and put on the briefs. I was so hard I was afraid Pat
was going to cancel the shoot again.

  When I turned around, finally, I heard Pat groan. "You're beautiful."

  I wondered if I was making him horny again. The compliment went straight
to my cock. Fuck! I needed to jerk off.

  "Where do you want me?" I asked toward the shadow behind the lights.

  "In bed... On the bed. Just as we ended yesterday."

  I sat on the bed, then I noticed a video playing on a tv I hadn't seen
the tv before. The video was a boy of about fourteen stroking his nice
dick. Damn! That wasn't helping. My hand went straight to my dick.

  "Lay back," came Pat's hypnotic whisper.

  I lay back on the bed and slid my hand into the briefs. They were too
tight to stroke my dick very well, so I just rubbed it. I needed to get
off! I was so fucking horny.

  "Let me help," Pat said.

  I looked up to see him there. He was naked again, his big cock sticking
out in front of him. It looked shiny as if it were wet with oil. He reached
for the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down and off my feet. Then
he pulled me toward him so my butt was just on the edge of the bed.

  He placed his fat cock head in my crack. "This is where we ended
yesterday."

  I remembered him cumming all over me, and started beating my cock
faster. I felt him pressing against my opening, and shot my cream on my
belly. Just as I came, Pat pushed hard. I felt his fat cockhead pop inside
my butt.

  "Oh Shit!" I yelled, but I didn't let go of my dick. In fact, I started
stroking faster.

  Pat put my feet on his shoulders, and pushed deeper inside me. I was
going to complain, but there was this itch inside me. An itch I thought his
cock could scratch for me.

  "You like that?" he asked pushing even deeper.

  "Mm hmm," I said even though I wasn't sure if I did. It was as if I were
watching it happen, but not really part of it. But I felt like I needed
it. I needed that itch to stop, and his cock could do it.

  I felt his pubic hair against my butt as he pushed and pulled in and out
of me. It dawned on me then that Pat was fucking me! Pat was fucking me in
the butt! I could feel his big cock moving in my belly. I should stop him,
but it felt too good. I kept stroking my dick instead.

  "I'm going to cum in you Jon. Tell me you want my cum in you," Pat said
in that hypnotic way of his.

  "Cum in me, please."

  He grunted a couple of times, and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. I
shot my load at the same time. He continued to pump me for a couple of
minutes, then pulled out. I was still rock hard and stroking. That itch
still gnawing at me.

  I looked to where Pat was, but saw the tv instead. The boy was now
getting fucked. He was laying on his side, and a man was pushing a large
cock in and out of him. The look on his face said he was getting his itch
taken care of. Mine was driving me crazy.

  I looked around the bright lights hoping to see Pat so he could put his
cock back in me. Suddenly, out of the darkness something flew onto the bed.

  "Use this."

  It was as if Pat had read my mind. It was a large rubber cock, complete
with a fat head and balls. Just what I needed for my itch. It was even
larger than his cock, and slippery. I rolled to my side and placed it at my
hole. I pushed it in, until the rubber balls at the end were against my
opening. I started shoving it in and out in time with the man fucking the
boy on screen. My dick was drooling on the bed as I fucked myself with the
rubber cock. I was cumming over and over, but my dick stayed hard, and that
itch wouldn't go away.

  I was getting tired, but I needed more. Pat crawled up on the bed with
me. He removed the rubber dick, and pulled me up onto my knees. He placed
his cock at my hole, and I quickly pushed back on it until I had taken it
all. He fucked me for a long time, finally driving that itch away. When he
shot his load way up in me, I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

  I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, I wake up alone
in bed. The lights are out, and Pat wasn't in the room. That was a good
thing though. I didn't really want to face him. I felt embarrassed and
ashamed. I had let him fuck me. I'd practically begged for it. I definitely
didn't want to see him. To see the look in his eyes that said "I had my
dick in you." Or the smirk on his face that told "I made you cum with my
cock."

  I dressed in the dark and climbed the stairs. Pat was in the kitchen, on
the phone. He saw me and winked. That wink sent a tingle to my butt.

  "Let's make it Wednesday. Yeah, three should be good," he said into the
phone, with a knowing grin toward me.

  As I walked home, I felt like I had been caught with my hand in the
cookie jar. I wanted to deny doing anything wrong, but the evidence was
against me.

  "Hi Mr. Dennis," Mom was saying on the phone as I entered. "Yes, he just
came in. Did he behave himself?... That's good... Yeah, I'm sure that will
be fine... Yes, I will, no problem."

  I just went to my room. Laying on my bed, I noticed the time. I had been
gone five hours. I didn't think I'd slept long at Pat's house, because he'd
just got around to calling Mom. I had been fucking for over four hours. No
wonder my dick felt like it would never get hard again. My butt hole hurt a
little, but not bad. And inside, I kind of felt like something was
missing. I guess there was. A big cock was missing after fucking me for
four hours.

  I got up and took off my clothes. My dick was completely limp. I reached
behind me to feel my hole. I easily slid three fingers inside. I pulled
them out and looked. They were coated with something oily, and cum. Pat's
cum.

  My door opened. My hands flew to my groin.

  "Damn it, Mom!"

  "Um.... Mr. Dennis said to give you this." She walked toward me, holding
out fifty dollars, as if I wasn't standing there naked. "He'd like you to
come over again on Wednesday," she said, eyeing me up and down.

  "Mom! I'm naked! Get the hell out!"

  I had never spoken to her like that. I guess it startled her, because she
just dropped the money on the bed and practically ran out.

  I put the money in my drawer, and looked at myself in the mirror. Did I
look any different? I wasn't a virgin any more. Even Bill Clinton would
have to say I'd had sex. I'd been fucked for four hours. I know I felt
different. I certainly wouldn't have thought that was the way I would lose
my virginity. I assumed it would be in the back seat of a car with some
girl riding my dick. Or maybe on a couch while babysitting her younger
sibling. But No. I took it up the ass from a forty year old guy, and a big
rubber dick.

  I thought about how it felt having a cock inside me, and reached down for
my limp dick. Usually my dick would jump at anything sexy, but it remained
limp. I guess four hours is its limit. My butthole was stretched out, so
why didn't it hurt? I would think it should hurt. Instead, the only thing I
felt was the emptiness where a cock had been.

  Now Mom says Pat wants me to come over again on Wednesday. Should I go?
Would I? If I do, that better be one fucking great Xbox. Should I tell Mom
what happened? Oh hell no. What's worse than getting fucked in the ass?
Everybody knowing you got fucked in the ass, that's what.

  I hardly left my room the rest of the day. Mom ordered pizza for dinner,
I ate a couple of slices, and went back to my room. She didn't say anything
about me acting strange.

  Monday I went to my friend Jacob's house. We were sitting on his bed
playing checkers, and I happened to look at his crotch. His shorts were
pulled tight against him, and I could see a lump that was probably his
dick, and two rounder shaped lumps below it. Probably his balls.

  I was staring at it, wondering how big it would get when hard. Does he
have any hair yet? Can he cum? We had actually admitted to each other that
we jerked off, but we didn't mention cum.

  "Hey, snap out of it, Jon. It's your move."

  "Oh... Sorry. I've just got something on my mind."

  "Yeah, I can see that. What's her name?"

  "Huh?"

  Jacob pointed at my crotch. "Who's on your mind that gave you a woody?"

  He was right. I was clear I had a hard on. "Um... Can I ask you
something?" I said instead of answering him.

  "Sure."

  "Now, don't think I'm a perv or anything. But have you ever had anything
in your butt?"

  "What? No!" he answered quickly.

  We were both quiet for a minute. "Why did you ask me that?"

  "No reason. Just something I was thinking about."

  After another minute he said, "Ok, sometimes I finger it when I'm... you
know. Jerking."

  "Does it make you cum?"

  "I would cum just from jerking off, dummy. But it does make it really
sexy," he said. Then tugged at his crotch to give his growing dick some
room.

  "Yeah," I agreed, looking at the erection in his shorts, wondering what
it would feel like inside me. It wasn't as big as Pat's, or even mine, but
it was a dick.

  "Do you have any hair yet?" I asked.

  "Yeah. Do you?"

  "A little. Want to see?"

  He nodded, so I stood up and pulled the front of my shorts down to expose
them. "Can I see your's?"

  He stood and did as I had. I could see he had a little more hair than me,
and I could see the bottom of his dick too. We just stared at each other
for a couple of minutes. It was like we both wanted to go further, but
neither wanted to say it. I know I wanted to. I wanted to hold his dick at
least. I just couldn't tell him that. I didn't want to lose a friend.

  "I um... think I should go."

  "Uh... Okay. See ya," Jacob said as he let go of his waistband.

  I walked home awkwardly. Hoping no one would see me with a hard on. When
I rounded the corner, I saw Pat crossing my yard to his, and entering his
house. My erection, which had receded some, instantly returned. Mom was
setting her purse on the table in front of the sofa, when I came in.

  "What did Mr. Dennis want?" I asked nervously.

  "He said he'd see you Wednesday, and to give you this." She fumbled in
her purse and pulled out fifty dollars. She looked directly at my crotch as
she handed me the money.

  Well, that answered one question. It looks like I'm going there
again. I've already been paid, so I have to now.

  "There's some leftover pizza if you get hungry. I'm going out."

  I went to my room and put the money in my drawer. When I heard the front
door close, I took off my clothes, and started beating the bishop. My mind
was on my encounter with Jacob. I could almost feel his dick in my
hand. The thought of it in my ass, as he pounded me from behind, made me
blow my load.

  Damn! One little four hour fuck session, and I'm fantasising about
getting butt fucked. I used to think about girls while stroking, well,
mostly anyway. Now all I can think about is dick.

  I watched tv and ate cold pizza, and a bowl of cereal. I hadn't eaten
much since that stomach bug, so I was pretty hungry.

  Tuesday, Mom came home from work in a really good mood. She cooked
meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I was excited when she called me in to
eat. She really hadn't been cooking much lately. The table was set with the
food already served. The radio was playing classic rock. We actually had a
conversation and everything. She said she was real proud of me for doing
the photography thing. She even asked if I was enjoying it. She went on to
say she thought Mr. Dennis was a nice guy and that I seemed to be very
friendly with him. I didn't tell her just how friendly I was being. I had a
couple of more sessions to go to get the Xbox. Maybe more if I wanted games
too. Overall though, it was a nice evening. I went back to my room feeling
pretty good about my relationship with Mom. It hadn't been good for
awhile. I guess even before the divorce.

  I turned on my clock radio to the same station we had been listening to,
just to continue the nice evening. Thirty minutes later, I had to make a
mad dash to the toilet. I guess I wasn't quite over that stomach bug. I was
in and out of the toilet all night. I didn't get to bed until one o'clock
in the morning.

  I woke up at ten, and found Mom already awake having her coffee. This was
a definite difference.

  "Morning Jon. I was just about to leave. Don't forget, you're supposed to
go see Mr. Dennis this morning."

  "Yes Ma'am. I was just headed over there."

  We left the house at the same time, me over to Pat's, her to work, I
guess.

  "Hi Babe. I'm just about ready for you," Pat said, letting me in. I guess
after you buttfuck someone, you're allowed to call them `Babe'. "Here, have
a protein bar while you wait. I'll call you when I finish setting up."

  I sat at the table eating the protein bar, hoping it stays on my stomach
longer than dinner did last night. Just as Pat came for me, I started
getting that funny bluish haze again. I wondered if it had anything to do
with the stomach bug. By the time I got to the set, my dick was hard as
nails and I was tugging at my crotch.

  "You're pretty anxious to get naked, aren't you. Well, go ahead," Pat
said.

  He was right and I knew it. He knew it too. My clothes flew off me, and I
threw myself on the bed, fingers already wrapped around my dick. My belly
and butthole were itching too.

  I shielded my eyes as I peered into the bright lights. "Pat, are you
coming?" I asked in desperation. I needed something in me.

  "I have some friends here to help you Jon," came Pat's reply.

  Three huge guys walked onto the set. I mean HUGE in every way. They all
had broad muscular bodies, and really big cocks. They appeared to be around
twenty years old and between them, about two feet of thick as my wrist cock
meat. Just what an itchy boy needs.

  I got on my hands and knees and wiggled my butt invitingly. One got
behind me, and slowly began feeding his cock to my hungry butt. He was
going so slow, that when he was halfway in, I shoved back on it swallowing
the rest up my passage. It should have hurt but it didn't. Again it was
like I was watching it happen to someone else, not me.

  "Fuck me hard. I need it," I pleaded.

  I put my face in a pillow and let him tear me up with his big cock. I was
moaning and dripping cum. Then I felt something tap me on the head. I
looked up to find another thick, nine inch cock cock in front of my face. I
couldn't resist, and tried to take it into my mouth but couldn't get much
in. I started to lick up and down the shaft, but the pounding I was getting
from the first guy made it impossible.

  The first guy pulled out of my butt, only to be replaced by another. This
guy didn't just fuck me, he used my body to jack off with. Pushing and
pulling my butt on and off his cock. I was like a rag doll as he used
me. The third guy turned me onto my back and shoved his cock up my ass face
to face. He had my feet on his shoulders and me bent almost in half as he
fucked me hard. There was a puddle of cum on my belly when he pulled out. I
don't think any of them had cum yet. The first guy returned, he rolled me
over and climbed on my back. I watched in the dresser mirror as he inserted
his cock, and his ass started moving up and down on top of me, driving his
cock deep. When he raised his hips, I could see his cock parting my butt
cheeks, Then he'd push it back in making my little butt jiggle. He was
replaced by the next guy, and I watched as he fucked me too. They kept
switching off, all taking turns fucking me. Pounding me into that
mattress. I never complained. My raging hard on and the itch in my belly
wouldn't let me. The more they fucked me, the more I wanted. All I could do
was moan and cum, again and again. I think Pat joined in too. Eventually
they shot at least two loads each inside my exhausted ass.  I could now add
gang fucked to my list of accomplishments.

  When it was over, the itch gone, my dick limp, I was ashamed of my
behavior. I let three men fuck me. Not just let, but invited and begged for
it. This is not something I had ever fantasised about. I remember once when
Laura Roberts bent over to pick up the pen she'd dropped, and I saw part of
her tits down her blouse. That night I jerked off thinking about fucking
her and her twin sister Lana. But a foursome with three big dicked guys was
not even on my radar.

  Rolling out of bed and getting dressed made me think of all the jokes
about the `walk of shame' girls make after a one night stand. I didn't know
what was happening to me. Suddenly I'd turned into some kind of slut. If I
saw a cock, I wanted it. As I climbed the stairs, I could feel their cum
leaking out of my gaping hole. I could only imagine what those three large
cocks did to it.


 I opened the front door, and saw Pat talking to the three guys. I didn't
want them to witness my own `walk of shame' so I waited just inside the
door. One guy gave Pat some money and shook his hand. They all laughed,
then the three guys got into their car and drove away.

  I darted out, past Pat, and into my house. I undressed and crawled into
my bed, pulling the covers up over my head. I thought I'd die from shame
and embarrassment. Pat must have known I was a slut. He had arranged for
those three guys to satisfy my lust. But they had given him money. Did they
pay Pat to fuck me? Was I a whore too? The thought of being paid for sex
sent tingles to my empty belly. Well, empty except for all the cum in
there. Pat had paid me, then fucked me, so I guess I was a whore.

  I reached for my dick, but it was completely dead. I don't know how much
I'd cum, but it didn't rise. I gave up and went to sleep. I didn't hear Mom
come, I don't know if she did. I know she didn't come check on me.

  I was supposed to spend Thursday night at Jacob's house, so after
starting Mom's coffee and setting out her Tylenol, I went to Jacob's. We
played hoops in his driveway for awhile, then went to his room. He brought
up some porn on his laptop, and we watched and got progressively hornier. I
was staring at his crotch as much as the screen. All I could think about
was how his dick would feel. But how do you ask your best friend to fuck
your butt?

  "I bet that feels good," Jacob said.

  I looked at the screen to see a girl getting ass fucked. "Mmm, yeah," I
replied.

  We watched for a couple of minutes more, then I couldn't take it any
longer. "Want to try it?" I half whispered.

  "Um... I don't know... "

  I pointed to the guy doing the fucking. "That would be you." I indicated
who would be fucking who.

  Jacob got up and left the room. He returned with a jar of petroleum
jelly, locked the door and turned off the lights. We didn't say a word as
we got naked and in bed. I looked at his dick. It was about four and a half
inches long, but thicker than I thought it would be. I could tell he was
waiting for me to make the next move, so I just rolled over onto my
belly. I watched in his dresser mirror as he lubed his dick and climbed
onto my back. I reached behind me and grabbed his dick and directed it to
my hole. I must have been still somewhat open, because he slid in easily. I
could feel him inside me. Not as deep as the others that had been there,
but it felt good. I watched in the mirror as his butt moved up and down on
mine. It was incredibly sexy looking. His thrusting became impatient and he
suddenly pushed hard and held still. I felt his dick throbbing inside me
and knew he was cumming. Jacob groaned as his dick stopped pulsing. His
full weight was on my back as his heavy breathing slowed. Neither of us
moved to get up, and after a couple of minutes, he started pumping his hips
again. He kissed my neck as he started thrusting in earnest. I lifted my
hips a little to be sure he was buried completely in me. His dick was
hitting something inside that shot electricity to my balls. I moaned out
loud as cum blasted out of my dick. Jacob must have liked that, because he
groaned again and shot another load in my ass. He kissed my neck again and
rolled off me.

  We didn't speak as we got dressed. It was as if nothing had happened. We
spent the rest of the day as we normally would, watching tv, playing,
etc. His mom made dinner, but I didn't eat much, afraid of that stomach
bugs return. We went to his room after dinner, we smiled at each other and
began undressing. He fucked me doggystyle on the floor, reaching under to
stroke my dick while he thrust into me. He fucked me two more times in bed
before we went to sleep. Then again in the morning before I left.

  As I walked home, I pondered this latest turn of events. I had wanted
Jacob to fuck me, but it wasn't like the undeniable craving that I had at
Pat's house. I got excited watching the porn, but it wasn't the same
insane, iron hard, not going away, excited I had before either. I wanted
Jacob because it was Jacob and I like him a lot. At Pat's house, I wanted
cock. Any cock. I needed it. Begged for it. But why? It was completely out
of my nature. I wouldn't have done it with Jacob, if I hadn't already done
it.

  I arrived home in time to get Mom's coffee started and her Tylenol. She
came out of her room looking like she'd had a rough night. I went to my
room and left her to her breakfast. I was still trying to figure out why I
did all those things.

  The phone rang. Mom hates that. It makes her hangover worse. So I was
going to answer it, when I heard Mom.

  "Hello, Mr. Dennis. Yes I have enough for one more dose before I need
more... Okay, I'll give it to him tomorrow night, he should be all cleaned
out by Sunday morning, then I'll send him to your place first thing."

  Did she say dose? Cleaned out? Son of a bitch! Every time she gave me
something to eat, I had the shits for hours. She was making sure I was
clean for him to fuck me. But why did I let him? The fucking protein bar!
He must have put drugs in the protein bar. But why would she do that to me?

  I waited for her to leave, and searched her room. I found a glass vial
with some white powder in it, and several envelopes with money in
them. Over five thousand dollars. She sold me! I knew she was a money
grabbing bitch, but sell her son? That's deplorable! Well, two can play
that game. I replaced the white powder with sugar in case she checked it.

  Her Saturday morning coffee had a little more kick to than usual. She ran
for the toilet, and I went for the money. I called a taxi from the corner
store. An hour later I finished spilling my guts to my dad. I think she was
still spilling hers in the toilet.

Epilogue
  That was three years ago. I have a girlfriend now, she loves my eight
inch cock. Jacob is still my best friend, and I spend at least one weekend
a month at his house. He's grown to six and a half inches, which I still
enjoy, too.

  Mom and Pat are in prison, for a very long time. I received two million
dollars in victims restitution from Pat's estate. I never did buy an Xbox,
and refuse to ever play on one.

The End
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