Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2019 20:07:43 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Twenty-One Do As You're Told Chapter Twenty-One: The Boy with the Dragonball Z Tattoo 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. FRIDAY 15TH FEBRUARY 2019 There are occasions when days, weeks or months can just roll into one another until they indistinguishable from any other day, week or month. For Vincent this sensation came from having taken his teenage lover's virginity on Saturday and marking his homework on Monday. The demarcation between propriety and impropriety was increasingly blurred. For Micah it was unnecessary point scoring in his continuing endeavours with Rhys, who - although weary of the boy being in the know - was coming up with some nifty ideas. For Robin it was moving on - friendship with Adam, a relationship with Ben and ostracising his dad. For Cameron it was realising his friend - who in his heart had known was being mistreated at home - had escaped... and told him nothing. Over the subsequent weeks, Robin had started to give Cameron details about how he was dealing with his dad and Cameron was happy for his friend but it hurt that the offer of information was an afterthought - that he had been given no chance to participate, to help or to be there for his best friend. Was it selfish to feel that way? It was guilt really; Cameron was disappointed in himself for not helping sooner. "What's bothering you?" Robin asked him at lunch time on Friday. Cameron and Robin had gone outside to eat their sandwiches - mostly to avoid Stephen Wyle who was on the war path. Not always but often, Micah joined them but today he was preoccupied with something or other. Although they had been friends (of a sort) for years, Micah remained the kind of friend they didn't ask questions about; Micah didn't answer question, he had friends of his own outside of school and he was unreliable. Ben was a regular addition to their lunchtime since he'd started dating Robin but he'd gone home for lunch today; this was the first time that Robin and Cameron had had a chance to talk alone all week. "How'd you mean?" Cameron replied, feigning ignorance. "I mean you've been kind of... not yourself this week. I wish you'd just tell me if there's something up?" Robin replied. He had had a similar conversation with Ben the previous day. Ben had admitted he wished they could hold hands and kiss at school and Robin admitted he still had no intention of coming out. Robin was adept at ignoring the litany of innuendo and abuse about his sexuality from assholes in their peer group and refused to yield to their constant pecking. "I feel like I let you down by not being there for you when you left home," Cameron said - not quite the whole truth about his feelings. "Don't worry about it. I didn't need you..." Robin replied but he realised how dismissive he sounded as the words landed; "I didn't mean it like that. Sorry." "Hey, forget it. We're best friends right?" Cameron replied tightly. "Yes," Robin agreed sincerely. "We tell each other everything... eventually," Cameron said bitchily. Robin looked like he'd been slapped and resented the cattiness of Cameron's attitude. "Are you mad because I didn't... what? Involve you? Ask your permission? Come to you for help?" Robin responded calmly, though he felt quite hurt by his best friend's reaction. "You went to somebody for help, didn't you?" Cameron retorted with emphasis on the word "someone." Robin swallowed guiltily. He had followed the advice of Aziz and Adam Mansouri and gone with less is more when it came to explaining his escape from tyranny but he now realised that Cameron had questions about the version of events. "Look, it shouldn't matter who helped me, the important thing is I finally live in a place where I don't wake up scared, go home scared... I don't have to live in fear," Robin said; "I thought you would understand that." "What I understand is you think I'm an idiot. I don't know what you're not telling me, but something is missing..." Cameron tried to say. "And you tell me everything, do you?" Robin interrupted. "Well... yea... mostly... that's not really the point," Cameron struggled. "So, no. Not everything. But you expect me to tell you everything?" Robin responded. "Ok, I will..." Robin meant it too. He was ready to tell Cameron all about The Fourth, about being recruited by Mr Aziz, about being set up with Adam, about sex with his enemy, about his secret identity, about being found out, about setting things right - or trying to - with Adam... everything. "If you tell me everything that you've been keeping secret," Robin added. Cameron knew he couldn't, shouldn't and wouldn't tell Robin about his relationship with Mr Wilson. Vincent. So now what did he say? "I'm sorry. Look, I'm not mad you didn't tell me," Cameron said; "I feel guilty I wasn't there for you. That's why I'm mad. Because for all the years we've known each other and all the years we've been there for one another... I let you down by not being a part of the great escape. I wasn't there for you... and someone else was." "Sorry," Robin muttered automatically. "Someone must be pretty special," Cameron added. Also, whoever someone was it wasn't Ben. Cameron had figured that much out at least. So who helped Robin get away from his dad? If Robin needed help, who would he go to? "I need you now," Robin responded. "You wanna talk about your dad?" Cameron asked. Robin's expression darkened - he wanted to forget his dad. Why did people assume he would want to talk about it? Robin had said repeatedly, whenever "do you want to talk about your dad" came up that he did not want to talk about him. "No, I don't," Robin answered carefully; "But I need you to be my friend now because things are still complicated and hard... and I really need your help to pass my English exam." Cameron chuckled and they hugged. But both boys knew the sudden spat had some serious undertones and they both knew they had omitted details the other wanted. They had a chance to be the kind of best friends who told all and now they knew they were the kind of friends who kept secrets. They had been keeping secrets for months but now each of them knew they were in the dark and it seemed to signal a crack in their friendship that neither of them had realised was there. MEANWHILE "Have you been avoiding me?" asked Micah. Adam didn't turn around to face the boy; he was in the boy's toilets and washing his hands when Micah had sneaked up on him. Adam carefully proceeded with good hand hygiene, making Micah wait, before turning to face his nemesis. "No, I've not been avoiding you," Adam answered. "Could've fooled me, I've hardly seen you the past two weeks," Micah replied tightly - annoyed at being made to wait. Adam picked up on the subtle chastisement - they hadn't spoken since Adam quite Gymno-Mania. "Oh, that's because I have friends. Also, because I don't like you so have no reason to see you," Adam said dryly. Micah sniggered; "Wowsers, you've been taking bravery pills. Have you forgotten I have you by the balls?" Micah asked with a smirk. "I've not forgotten," Adam admitted. Despite his bluntness and his pithy retorts, Adam knew he was not free from Micah or Mr Anonymous. He could pretend he was ready to fight, but pretence was all it was. Adam's quitting Gymno-Mania was nothing but a testing of the water to see what they would do. To call their bluff and hope it was a bluff. "See you Monday, Adam," Micah said. Micah left without any threats or intimidations; without any implications; without instructions or commands; without assignation of recrimination or punishment... it was all very unsettling. Adam met Arthur in the huddle hall but his friend immediately knew something was wrong. "What's up? Do you wanna talk about it?" Arthur asked. "Not really," Adam answered bluntly. "Cause you went to take a piss and now your face is tripping you," Arthur persisted. "Just leave it, will you?" Adam responded testily. What was there to say: "My blackmailer didn't threaten me so now I'm shitting myself." They headed out of the huddle hall and outside for some fresh air - and to reduce the risk of being overheard. The air was very fresh - it was a cold February afternoon. Adam hadn't even told Arthur about the whole Micah and Mr Anonymous paradigm yet which was probably why his best friend jumped to conclusions. "Is it Robin? Did you talk to him?" Art asked. "What? No. It's not Robin and I didn't talk to him," Adam replied. "I thought you said you guys were trying to be friends," Arthur added. "Yea but not in the sense that we actually talk at school or, y'know, acknowledge each other's existence in any way," Adam said sarcastically but he laughed to indicate he was joking. Outside of school Adam and Robin knew each other were gay and Adam had helped Robin get out of his abusive dad's home but they still weren't friends in the conventional sense. At school, the only thing that had changed was that Adam had stopped insulting and demeaning Robin or calling him girl's names. "You're guys are fucked up," Arthur offered and Adam couldn't disagree. Adam wasn't upset about Robin - Micah's lack of intimidation was messing with his head - but since Arthur had brought it up... "Look, you know that I asked Robin out and he said no... and quite right too. I was a total shit for so many years. I didn't deserve for him to say yes. I wanted to prove myself to him so maybe he'd change his mind. But I think he's found someone else," Adam said. "Oh..." said Arthur sympathetically. Then excitedly; "So we've got ourselves a love triangle? Now you're talking." Adam grinned and then half-laughed. "And I've... sort of... kind of... met a guy," Adam confessed "A fucking four-way?" Arthur replied, grinning and pumping the air; "The plot thickens." Adam laughed and Arthur joined him. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant a four-sided love triangle," Arthur defended himself. "A love square," Adam suggested. "Lame!" Arthur mocked. "But 'a fucking four-way' is absolutely fine, is it?" Adam joked back. Arthur shrugged and Arthur brought things back to Earth. "I think we're getting off topic," Art said; "As excited as I am to see you not treating people - Robin included - like crap anymore, I'm even more excited to hear about how you've sort-of kind-of met a guy." "His name is Shiro..." Adam had to do a quick edit to exactly how they had met; "...we met at a gym. We kind of hit it off. I'm seeing him tonight." "Dinner and a movie?" Arthur asked. "Not exactly," Adam replied. The thing about lying is: 1) it gets easier with practice, and 2) sometimes you need to lie to back up a previous lie. For example: by not telling Arthur about Micah and Mr Anonymous, Adam couldn't tell Arthur about working for two months at Gymno-Mania; having not told Arthur that, it was impossible to explain how he had agreed to... "...be a stripper for a stag party," said Shiro. "Well, how many people will be there?" Adam asked. Shiro had explained that his cousin was getting married to his boyfriend (or rather fiancé) in a few months and he was having a stag party to which a stripper seemed like a really fun idea. "I reckon a regular stripper would draw the line short of what you might be willing to do," Shiro suggested. "So... how many people?" Adam asked again. "Ten or twelve. He's actually having three stag parties; one here, one in Brighton and one in Ibiza," Shiro said. "Do I have to pay for my own ticket to Ibiza or is it included in my booking?" Adam joked. "Ha ha," Shiro said sarcastically and then laughed for real. "Also, what do you mean a stripper would draw the line short of what I'd be willing to do?" Adam asked. "I understand that you've just escaped the hands of tyranny," Shiro said- repeating words Adam himself had used after quitting Gymno-Mania; "But you were so hot being butt naked at Gymno-Mania and jerking off and... well, you can say no... but I want you to do that at the party." Shiro had the good grace to blush when he said it. "The whole problem you had with your puppet masters was that they took away your choice. It's not that you dislike nudity or sex... you resented the way they took away your choices. Right?" Shiro asked. "Right." "You don't have to be my stripper. I want you to do it, but I also want you to want to do it," Shiro said. "Try saying that three times fast," Adam commented on Shiro's tongue twister. "Ok. Fuck it." "Now you're talking," Shiro said with a sexy grin. LATER It had been several days since that conversation; now, after telling Arthur about Shiro, Adam was preparing for his big show. He was actually quite excited - after all, last year he had learned to strip to become more comfortable with the demands of Micah and Mr Anonymous and now he could put those skills to real use. This was an opportunity for Adam to exploit his sexuality - and his vanity - instead of having them exploited. Adam was now dressed in a black thong, black Lycia shorts and slim-fitting black trousers that hugged his ass; on top he had a white shirt, black tie and black suit jacket to match the trousers. He looked very double-oh-seven, if James Bond was a seventeen year old gay with olive skin. Now there is a movie idea. At Shiro's suggestion he left the tie and jacket off for the time being - otherwise he would look like he was attending a wedding or a funeral or topping Blofeld's criminal empire. I meant, toppling. Adam managed to avoid explaining his outfit to his dad who was at The Fourth as he was every weekend. "You should come tonight," his dad had said a few hours ago; "You used to come ever week." "I used to have an ulterior motive," Adam admitted. His dad seemed to know how he felt about Robin but said nothing more on the matter. It hadn't always been about Teen Titan - Adam used to go to the club for Toulouse or any one of half a dozen sexy men. Adam's reason for not going was all about Teen Titan. "If you change your mind, text me," said Aziz. Adam drove himself to the venue - an upmarket clubhouse with a function room and overnight accommodation which made it popular for weekend getaways. It was called Coal Cottage because the original building on the site had belonged a family who had gained immense wealth from the coal mining industry after which the town - Coalwater - was partially named. Coal Cottage was prestigious enough to have given Adam reservations - to avoid making a scene - but Shiro guaranteed him all escapades would be confined indoors and attendance was invitation only and attendee's were people he wouldn't know. All the guests were already there when Adam arrived - all had drinks in their hands, the music was going and there were good vibrations throughout the room. Adam was introduced to each of the guests -fifteen of them - but knew he wouldn't remember most of their names. "And this is Hiroshi, my cousin," Shiro said. "Hi. Congratulations," said Adam - unsure what else to say. "Thanks. It's really nice of you to come. It's nice that Shiro has a plus-one tonight," Hiroshi replied. Adam must have looked confused so Shiro pulled him aside with a nervous chuckle. "Ok, I confess," said Shiro; "I might not have actually told people your here as entertainment tonight." "What?" Adam responded in shock. "I told them I was bringing someone, they all thought I meant I was 'bringing someone' and I thought it might be fun to play with their expectations," Shiro replied. "A nice surprise when I start taking my clothes off, you mean?" Adam replied. "Who's taking their clothes off?" said a soft voice from behind. Adam turned to see a boy who was perhaps a year or two younger than him - fifteen or sixteen - but very cute. Green-blue eyes, ginger-blonde hair and soft-pink lips; his skin was fair, his build was slim but leaning towards muscle and his height was the north end of average; he was also adorable! "Lewis, shhh," Shiro cautioned. Lewis grinned and replied in a suitably hushed voice; "Are you a stripper?" Adam half nodded and half shrugged which was good enough for Lewis who beamed in return - so cute - but before he could either talk more or ask more questions, Shiro spoke. "Don't tell anyone and you can touch it when he takes his kit off." "Deal." Lewis practically skipped away. "Family friend. He came out when he was eleven," Shiro said; "He's lovely but a bit like an excited puppy sometimes." "He's not going to pee in my shoes is he?" Adam quipped. Fifteen guests including Shiro, Hiroshi and Lewis; the rest were all friends of Hiroshi and Shiro assured Adam they would all deeply appreciate his contribution. Adam put on his tie and jacket, which now seemed superfluous because they would be off again in five minutes... "I have surprise for you," Shiro announced over an hour later. The music was turned down a little and Adam found himself centre stage with Shiro as his special chaperone. "Adam isn't just a friend..." Shiro continued; "He's a very special friend..." Wolf whistles and cheers of support spurned Shiro on. "He's a private dancer, a dancer for money... and any old music will do..." As music began to play a chairs scraped along the floor to form a semi-circle around Adam as the guests all realised what Shiro meant. Hiroshi had to be cajoled into the centre seat as Adam began to dance, move his hips and sway to the music but things really got going when he slipped off his jacket. In his shirtsleeves, it became very obvious that Adam was toned and lithe; Adam kicked off his shoes while pulling off his tie and made his way towards Hiroshi. There was enough space between each of the party-goers for Adam to dance around each chair, but he stalked only towards Hiroshi for now and slipped his tie around the back of the groom's neck. While he moved back into position, Adam loosened a few buttons on his shirt so that by the time he was facing them again, they could see his abs. They cheered as he unfastened the rest of the buttons and then slipped the shirt off his shoulders. The men were all excited and Adam was pleased they were all looking at him with admiration and lust - it was the best thing going for gay stag parties, they all liked a handsome man. Adam did not remove the shirt yet but left it off the shoulder, exposing the clavicles and his entire chest to the crowd. Adam's nipples provided two off-centre points of focus to the enthusiastic crowd. Next, Adam worked on the trousers - unfastening the belt and opening them with exaggerated care. As Adam shook his hips and thrust his groin, he slid the trousers down to the top of his thighs; the group got a look at the tight shorts underneath and the respectable bulge contained inside, and then Adam moved back towards Hiroshi. Adam sat on Hiroshi's knee as he pulled the shirt off and threw aside to be caught by Lewis, who inhaled deeply and looked like he had prematurely cum as a result of the musky mix of perspiration and fragrance. Adam teased Hiroshi by grinding his arse into the man's groin as he manipulated his trousers down his legs and off. Then Adam put the trousers around Hiroshi's neck, the crotch messing up the nape of the man's hair as Adam pulled on one leg and then the other. Adam let the trousers go and they fell wherever they fell; before standing up he flipped his socks off and stood barefoot in his tight shorts for all the men to see. The shorts emphasised the olive colour of his skin, accentuating the faintly furry black hair on his legs and his tight muscled thighs which Adam showed off by squatting and twerking for the fifteen guests. Adam was finally ready to lower the shorts and did so slowly - first facing the crowd to tease the reveal of the pouch of the underwear and then by showing his back and revealing the underwear to be a thong. The shorts were cast aside and Adam made his way along the line circle of chairs for each person to get a little bit of attention. Hiroshi was the first to get the lion's share of Adam's near nudity and lap dancing; then he moved onto Lewis who was rock hard as Adam sat on his lap. Adam was barely aware of the boy's age - he had guessed fifteen or sixteen and now he was inclined to settle on the former - because the hard-on Adam felt was very impressive. Lewis wasn't just cute, he was handsome and judging by the bulge that Adam had just sat on, he had a big dick; a leaky one too because Lewis' lap was damp with pre-cum. Adam stood to move on along the line of guests and spent his final minutes giving each attention before returning to the 'centre stage' giving Shiro the attention he deserved. "You're doing great," Shiro whispered as Adam stood up and felt a hand caress his bare buttocks. Adam was aware of his dick rising with the intimate contact and in the thong there was no hiding the tumescence. In the centre of the space around which the semi-circle of chairs was arranged, Adam dropped the thong - for such a tiny piece of material, its loss had an enormous effect on the audience. Adam had half expected them to chant: "Off, off, off, off..." but perhaps they knew such a battle cry would attract the attention of Coal Cottage staff who had been instructed not to disturb. Adam's penis had been semi-hard just before the thong dropped but it was fully hard now. He picked up the thong and threw it at Hiroshi. The groom to be pretended to fight over it when the friend next to him tried to take it. Adam moved back to Hiroshi and was stroking his cock, not to achieve orgasm - yet - but to maintain his arousal and to tease the audience. "That's close enough," Hiroshi said with a nervous tremble in his voice. He was smiling and laughing but clearly the joke would go no farther. "I'm going to be a married man soon, so there's only one naked man in my life and he wouldn't want another man's cum on my hands," Hiroshi added - though he was clearly tempted to touch Adam's silky skin. "What about your hair or face?" asked his friend. Hiroshi shook his head. "That's ok, Hiroshi," Shiro called across the line of observing men; "Adam has a promise to keep to young Lewis." It took Adam a moment to realise what Shiro meant but then he recalled what they had promised the fifteen year old in order to get him to keep the striptease a surprise: "Don't tell anyone and you can touch it when he takes his kit off." Adam padded across the floor on bare feet and stood in front of the boy, slowly stroking his cock and kneading the slippery head with a little pre-cum. He could see a stain on Lewis' trousers - his dick really was a leaky one. Adam let go of his dick and Lewis reached out and wrapped his hand around it. Adam tensed, clenching his ass and pushing his groin forward instinctually. The boy's grip was tight but warm and when he started to stroke Adam moaned involuntarily. Lewis had been jerking off for years but to hold an older boys cock - only a couple of years older - was amazing! It was not bigger than his own, in fact it was smaller, but it was thick and hot. The soft flesh beneath his grip was palpable and he could feel blood pumping through the veins on the top of Adam's cock. "Ok Adam, why don't you lie down and finish yourself off?" Shiro suggested. Adam cast a glance at him and thought he looked a little jealous but the emotion was mixed with arousal at seeing another boy touching him. Adam stepped back with Lewis still holding his dick so that it slid free from the tight grip with a satisfying stroke. Once he was back in the centre of the semi-circle so that everyone could see him, Adam lay down on his back and spread his legs, bending them slightly so his feet were flat on the ground and his perineum and ass were exposed. Adam began to stroke his dick with fervour, watching the faces surrounding him and enjoying the attention. In his escapades so far, Adam had been forced or compelled into every course of action such that - even when he came - the outcomes were tainted by Micah or Mr anonymous. This was just as humiliating, exposing and exhibiting but Adam enjoyed every moment of it because he had chosen it. He stroked his cock, pumping it with one hand and fondling his own balls with the other until he came all over his chest and abs. Adam hadn't realised how quiet the room had gone nor how rapt the attention if his audience had been - not until they started to cheer and holler. Adam laid his head back, staring at the ceiling as he straightened his legs and enjoyed the adulation in peace. "Come with me if you want to live?" Shiro said in the worst faux-Austrian accent ever - he was stood over Adam with his hand extended to help him up. Adam took it and got to his feet; "Where are you taking me?" Shiro leaned in and whispered, "I got us a room upstairs." The function room had several doors - one led into the staff corridor and connected to the main restaurant and pub; another led straight outside and into the inky night; the third door took guests upstairs to the far end of the north corridor. "What about my clothes?" Adam asked, looking around but not seeing them. Shiro shrugged, "I don't think you'll need them." "And why is he following us?" Adam asked. Shiro grinned at Lewis who smiled back. "He wants to watch," Shiro told Adam. Adam didn't argue. He allowed himself to be led upstairs to the thankfully empty corridor and then down to a door into which Shiro slid a key and slipped inside. The room was rather posh - it had a view of a man-made lake and green pastures, naked-branched trees and dark sky illuminated by the moon and a few visible dots of light. The room itself had a seating area with a coffee table, a bathroom large enough to hold a luxurious bathtub and shower and the bed... the bed was enormous, plush and just waiting for naked boys to mess up the sheets. Adam was pushed onto the bed from where he watched Shiro unbutton his shirt and pull it hastily off. The Japanese boy had milk chocolate skin and he had shaved his pubes since the last time Adam had seen him. Shiro dropped his trousers and removed them, his shoes and socks in one hasty rush of activity. Behind him, Lewis really did stand and watch but he was also rubbing a huge boner through his trousers and Adam could not help but think of the younger teen's big dick. At least until he felt the mattress shift from Shiro's body joining him and then laying on top and kissing him. Adam and Shiro's mouths melted together and when they grew breathless, Shiro moved his hot lips to Adam's neck. "What's this?" Adam asked as his fingers traced the lines of a tattoo on Shiro's left bicep. Adam had vaguely noticed Shiro's tattoo before - in the darkened half-tennis court of Gymno-Mania - but had never really taken the time to properly look at it. Adam tended to get distracted by things like having sex with the lad. The tattoo consisted of three yellow spheres grouped together with each sphere containing an arrangement of red stars; one, three and seven stars respectively. Shiro had chosen those numbers because his birthday was the thirteen of July. "They're dragonballs," Shiro said. "They grant whoever gathers all seven a single wish." Adam thought the dragonball was perhaps a cultural thing, the internet later told him they were from a Japanese comic. Whatever the case, Adam thought they were pretty cool. Shiro, the boy with the Dragonball tattoo. "What did you wish for?" Adam asked. "You," Shiro replied. Adam was still watching Lewis out the corner of his eye - it was quite a turn on to be watched while messing around with Shiro. Then, Shiro reached over to the bedside table and lifted a condom. "Do you want to?" Shiro asked. "Yes. Do you want to top this time?" Adam suggested and Shiro grinned like there had been no other option. "If you're sure," Shiro said with a smile and a shrug but he was clearly pleased Adam had figured it out for himself. Shiro stood up to put on the condom and once it was on, he gripped Adam by the ankles and pulled him down the silky sheets. Adam nearly landed on top of Shiro, but he stopped at the very edge of the bed and parted his legs for Shiro to gain access. Adam lifted his legs and rested them on Shiro's shoulders while the boy lined up his dick and started to press inside. His dick was nearly six inches long, but long enough to pleasure Adam as his sphincter slowly gave way and Shiro was sucked inside. Lewis had been standing behind Shiro and observing from afar while the Japanese seventeen year old entered Adam; but now he drew closer, stepping around the side of the bed and looking at the two older teens in profile. Adam moaned and put both his hands behind his head, gripping the sheets in balled fists, and exposing his armpits. Finally Adam opened his eyes and gave the fifteen year old the eye contact he had been waiting for. Adam's eyes were inexorably drawn to the big scholong that Lewis was still stroking, contained inside trousers that now felt a little too tight for him. While Shiro pumped his cock inside Adam, pressing the sensitive pleasure nugget inside his anus, Adam rolled and bucked his hips to the rhythm. Shiro leaned over to grip Adam's erection and gave it some stokes while his own cock was stroked by the friction of Adam's hole. Shiro too had noticed that Lewis was an attractive distraction and was about to become even more of one. The boy unbuttoned his shirt and parted the sides to reveal a tight and slim abdomen and chest that was aspiring to be sculpted and muscular. Lewis didn't take the shirt off but the boy did open up his trousers and push them half way down his thighs - they too would develop nicely over the next year or two. For now, they were smooth and creamy and framed the central attraction of any boy's body. The underwear that Lewis was wearing ought not to be tight, but the expanded pole of solid cock had stretched it to emphasis the contours of the leaking erection. The wet spot of pre-cum on Lewis' underwear grown as he continued to stroke and he grinned blushingly at Adam and Shiro who had slowed to watch him - their attention both flattering and exciting. Neither Shiro nor Adam wanted to take responsibility for prompting Lewis, the waited for him to make his own choice but it was one they very much approved of. Lewis he pulled out his penis, hooking his underwear under a scarcely-haired scrotum. The fifteen year old had a cock bigger than Adam's by an inch and bigger than Shiro by an inch and a half. Lewis was very pleased with himself as he stroked his cock; it was over seven and a half inches of manhood and he still had years of growing still to go. Shiro resumed his fucking with renewed passion while Adam took a hold of the dick between his legs and started to jerk. Adam and Shiro divided their attention between each other and their voyeur; Lewis had his eyes firmly clamped onto Adam's cock and the hole into which Shiro was pushing. When Shiro came it was with a grunt and a moan as he slowed down, fucking until his cock was too sensitive to continue. Adam took the opportunity of Shiro's post-coital distraction to look at Lewis while he brought himself to climax. Shiro was the boy he shared his bed with, the boy he was tentatively dating, but Lewis was a fifteen year old with a seven and a half inch cock! Adam was not going to waste the gift of a vision that represented. Adam spunked all over himself for the second time that night and relaxed just as Shiro had. Lewis had not yet cum yet and was still stroking his long cock as the sweat and cum gleaming boys relaxed in euphoria. But then Adam put out his hand and beckoned him closer; Lewis obeyed, waddling with his trousers around his knees, and stood within arm's reach. Adam had smeared lube on his hands and Lewis had never realised the difference it made. Adam's slippery hand glided over his cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin so that the eye of his dick looked like it was winking. Adam knew the boy was close so he pinched his fingers together and glided and kneaded them over Lewis's cock head. His fingers twisted and teased the head and then the frenulum until Lewis couldn't hold back any more. Lewis' cum was hot and mixed with Adam's as it landed on Adam's chest and made a thorough mess of the bed sheets. Adam made sure to keep stimulating the boy so that his hot spunk continued to splash until the spent testes had nothing left. Shiro felt left out and so, while Adam licked the cum from his hand and fingers, he took a hold of the big boy. Lewis might have been spent, but his dick was still hard, plum and warm - Shiro could tell Lewis would make someone very happy someday. Lewis had intended only to be an observer but never the less enjoyed the attention he had gotten. "You made a mess, Lewis," Shiro said - the first of the boys to regain their breath; "Don't you think you should lick it up?" Adam's eyes bulged at the suggestion - he'd cum twice in as many hours but the very idea of Lewis' lips on his chest and stomach were enough to make his dick twitch again already. "Only if you want to," Adam said. He knew the boy wanted to - that wasn't really the point. Adam should have said no - that Lewis was too young. However, the time to object was before they'd all filled the room with the smell of spunk. Lewis happily knelt on the bed and leaned over Adam; he kissed Adam's abs so blobs of cum clung to his lips. Lewis didn't know if he was tasting his own cum or Adam's - it was all mixed together. Slowly, Lewis worked up Adam's body - he kissed and licked all the way up the torso and even gave each nipple a little bit of attention before working his way back down to the pool of spunk in Adam's belly button. The fifteen year old was thorough as he licked the cum out and then kissed and drew his tongue all the way down to the messy pubes. Cum was also stuck in Adam's pubes, which Lewis nuzzled while taking little licks until the whole area was clean. Adam's spent cock was alive enough to throb, tapping Lewis' nose with a satisfying pat. Lewis had closed his eyes but when he opened them he realised that Shiro and Adam were watching him with rapt attention. They were both hard again too. "You're not done yet," Shiro said while moving from between Adam's knees. Shiro pointed to between Adam's legs, where cum was smeared inside his thighs and still on the shaft of his cock. Lewis got off the bed and Adam sat up, spreading his knees so the boy could sit between his legs. Shiro was jerking his cock, disbelieving that he would be able to cum again so soon but certainly hoping so; it was his turn to be voyeur and it was a beautiful sight. Lewis licked Adam's thighs until he trembled and then the boy slipped his lips over Adam's floppy cock and began to suck him off. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god... You don't have to do this," Adam said. Lewis continued to suck and lick Adam's cock, taking respite only to lick Adam's balls instead. His lips returned to Adam's full erection and was delving as deep as he could go when Adam felt a third orgasm approach. "I'm really really close," Adam said. Adam couldn't help but put his hands on top of the strawberry-blonde head and a second later he came in the boy's mouth. Shiro was not far behind, kneeling on the bed just in time to feed his cock into Adam's mouth. Adam's lips barely had a chance to seal around Shiro's penis before it exploded with warm and sticky milk. Both Shiro and Adam wasted no time in recognising Lewis was also hard again. "Do you want us to..." "Yes," Lewis answered unequivocally. Lewis slipped the shirt off his shoulders, fully revealing his torso and shoulders; then the fifteen year old worked to free his feet from trousers and underwear. Lewis stood bare naked but for ankle socks, his smooth legs glossy with perspiration and seven and a half inches of boy-cock were just waiting for attention. Both Adam and Shiro sank to the floor. Adam began kissing and licking Lewis' cock but did not put it in his mouth just yet. Meanwhile, Shiro put his mouth and his tongue to work on the fifteen year olds feet - kissing them and working up to the ankles. Lewis' legs were smooth but for the faintest of soft, fluffy, downy hair. Shiro kissed them and brushed his cheek against them as he worked up to join Adam. Adam and Shiro kissed the mighty cock from opposite sides and at the bulbous head of the long dick, they pursed their lips so that they met, with Lewis' cock head in the middle. Adam took the lead, his mouth engulfing the biggest cock he'd seen since Robin. That was the 'click' moment. The reason Adam liked his boy so much; his blondish hair and bluish eyes, his fair skin and understated build... Adam was endearing Robin with Lewis as the surrogate. Adam took the cock deep in his mouth and made his lips tight as he pulled back. The big dick was slippery and leaking pre-cum again so Adam went deep again. Shiro was taking Lewis' balls in his mouth - first one, then the other one and then both. The assault didn't last long and Lewis couldn't even find his voice to warn Adam that he was going to cum. The first spurt filled Adam's mouth but he pulled back so he and Shiro could kiss and slurp the remaining dischargers of creamy goodness. Finally spent, shaking and exhausted - Lewis lay down on the bed. A minute later, Adam and Shiro joined him; Lewis was embraced in the middle and the two seventeen year olds held hands and smiled at each another. They woke an hour later and Lewis slowly got dressed. They boys watched his tight little fucking ass as it was snugly hidden inside his boxer briefs again. "Are you ok?" Adam asked tentatively. "You're not freaking out are you?" Shiro also pressed. Lewis turned to them; "No way. That was fucking awesome." His excitement was endearing, his innocent smile again reminding Adam of Robin. "And you don't have to say anything," Lewis added while pulling on his shirt. "What do you mean?" Shiro asked. "You don't have to tell me not to go sharing this with people. I know you could get into trouble," Lewis said insightfully. Shiro smiled - that was exactly what he was about to say. "Have no fear, the only person who'll be thinking about this night is me," Lewis said and then added; "A lot." Lewis practically bounced out of the room but Adam and Shiro spent the night - there was no more sex since both found they had nothing left. They were content though. "So... That was... the first time you've ever fucked me," Adam said with a grin. "Yea, I suppose it was..." Shiro replied with a sleepy smile. "We should definitely get to know each other better before this gets any more serious," Adam said and they both giggled until they fell asleep. AND ANOTHER THING With encouragement from Cameron, Robin invited a few people over to christen his new home. Micah had never been a constant companion during their years of high school, but he came and a good thing too because without him the gathering would have been even more... "Pathetic?" Robin offered. "I wasn't trying to say that," Micah said - though it had crossed his mind. Robin, Cameron, Ben and Micah were scrambling for their own spot in the sitting area. There were several Dominoes Pizza's courtesy of Cameron and crisps & dip from Ben; Micah had brought beer and cider. "I could have persuaded more people to come if you'd let me," Micah said. He seemed to be under the mistaken impression that Robin wanted more people in his flat. "I'm sure you could have, B.Y.O.B. and my place would have been jumping... but they wouldn't be here for me. They'd be here for the unsupervised jollies," Robin said. "It's more of a friend's only gathering," Cameron said supportively. "Yea, we're all here for Robin," Ben chipped in. "Cool, well I'm glad to be here," Micah said but he still wished there was more people around. "Hey, I have a question," Cameron said. "What's that noise?" It took a moment for the voice to carry and Robin to realise what Cameron meant. "Oh, that's Clarice," Robin replied. "My neighbour is an opera singer." "She's an opera singer?" Ben asked with knotted eyebrows. "Well... she sings opera," Robin clarified. He really didn't know if she was actually an opera singer. He had just finished a drink and went to the kitchen for another. "Are you ok?" Ben asked as he followed Robin into the kitchen. "I'm fine," Robin replied as he opened a Pepsi. "It's just you've been out of your dad's house for nearly two weeks now... it would be understandable if it didn't feel quite normal yet," Ben said softly. "I feel free," Robin admitted; "And like I've said before, I don't want to talk about my dad." "Ok. But it helps to talk sometimes," Ben persisted. Robin leaned in and kissed Ben - that shut him up. "Maybe next time you can come over alone and we can... you know," Robin said with a wink. "Maybe," Ben agreed and was still grinning when they went back to the sitting area. Micah spotted the kiss and smirked, "Are you ever planning to come out, Robin? Everybody knows, man." "No, I'm not planning to come out," Robin replied. "Everyone at school thinks they know. Everyone makes assumptions. I already get hassle about it... actually coming out won't change that. Coming out won't change who I am or how I deal with the 'clever' remarks from people I don't respect." "Adam hasn't been making so many clever remarks lately. Have you noticed?" Ben asked no-one in particular. Micah said nothing. Neither did Robin. "Yea, he's gone quiet... It's really weird," Cameron agreed. Micah and Robin had different reasons for holding their tongues, but the result was the same - Adam as a topic of conversation fizzled out. "I tried to sit my mum and dad down to tell them I was gay. My dad went quite and my mum told me Eastenders was coming on so unless I had anything else to say..." Cameron said as he shrugged his whole body to emphasise that his mum had had no problems with the revelation; "Then she just smiled and hugged me and dad told me to do my homework." Robin recalled how Cameron had come out at school one day - Adam had been needling him about it and Cameron just came out and said he was gay; then he told Adam he was embarrassing himself for going on about it. It was true, but it didn't stop Adam continuing to go on about it for years to come. Now Robin knew it had been a defence mechanism, a disguise, a form of self-criticism. "Also, Kieran came out as pansexual to my parents at Christmas time," Cameron added. "You and your brother like boys?" asked Ben. "What the fuck is pansexual?" asked Micah. "Pansexual is emotional or romantic attraction to someone regardless of their sex or gender," Robin said. Cameron couldn't have put it better himself. "Aren't sex and gender the same thing?" Micah said ignorantly. "No," said the other three boys. "Sex is the equipment you're born with. Gender is a spectrum; girly boys are effeminate, macho girls are butch and that's before you even get into the complexities of transgender," Cameron said. "This is some party," Micah said dryly but he didn't mean to be rude or derogatory. "Basically, my brother Kieran is a love the one you're with kind of guy," Cameron added before things got any more complicated. "How did your parents take it?" Ben asked with interest; "Since you've already come out?" "They were shocked," Cameron replied and then sniggered; "Then my dad made a joke about men's scrotums getting looser when they age so sometimes he accidentally sits on his." The other three boys laughed but were also grossed out and concerned it wasn't a joke. "Do your parents know?" Ben asked Micah. "Yea. When I came out, I thought my mum and dad were going to kill me," Micah admitted. He took a handful of crisps and then continued; "They're both Sikh so there's no specific teaching that forbids it but being gay is a taboo. I'm not Sikh so I don't care. I know they went to the Gurdwara for advice but don't think their faith came into really... they just didn't want their only boy to be a gay boy." "My mum is the same. Dad is ok with it but mum is praying for my soul," Ben admitted and although he said it neutrally enough he was clearly bothered by it. "Christians are historically not cool with the old sodomy thing," Micah observed. "My church is quite supportive of gay people," said Ben. "I thought top church officials were still opposed to gay sex," Micah said churlishly. "No-one ever asks the bottom church officials," deadpanned Cameron. Robin was the first to laugh, spraying the room with Pepsi. Soon the whole room was filled with giggles. After that, the boys stuck to movies, TV and games as conversation pieces. Robin remained bothered by the way the conversation made him feel - like he was wrong for not coming out. He was wrong for not flouncing proudly though the school wearing pink. Being gay wasn't who he was, being gay was one part of who he was and he resented being made to feel like that was anyone else's business. The boys here didn't understand that. Robin rather thought Adam would have understood though... It bothered Robin just a little that his thoughts were drawn so easily towards Adam. Robin also knew that he had not come out because his dad - who, like everyone else, probably knew Robin was probably gay - was such a bastard. Robin had barely thought about his dad all week. The only time - the one and only time - he thought about his dad was when people asked something like: "do you want to talk about him?" Ben asked often, Cameron had that afternoon, and now Robin could stop thinking about the man he had no desire to think about. It was for the best of intentions that Ben brought it up but Robin wanted to be left alone when it came to his dad. Ben didn't understand that, neither did Cameron. Robin rather thought Adam would have understood though... Last week was the last (planned) hiatus in the narrative. I now intend weekly chapters for the remainder of the story. I continue to be amazed and delighted by the correspondence of readers who are enjoying Do As You're Told. Thank you everyone. 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