Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 18:12:04 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Six

Do As You're Told
Chapter Six: Mutually Assured Masturbation


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FRIDAY 26TH OCTOBER 2018

Cameron was lying on his stomach as he roused from sleep. He felt twin
sensations competing for his attention; morning wood that was pressed into
the mattress and a full bladder aching to void.

The house was unusually quiet and it took a few minutes to remember his mum
and dad had set off last night for a wedding "down south" (Scottish
vernacular for England in much the same way as "the north" is English
vernacular for anything above the Watford gap). By this time in the morning
there would usually have been a row by now, or mum would be shouting for
him to get up or dad would be shouting "don't make your mum tell you
again."

Cameron rolled onto his back and groped his hard on, realised his bladder
was a more urgent concern after all and reluctantly got up out of bed. He
was only wearing a pair of hip-hugging boxers, which showed off his long
skinny waist and smooth boyish thighs. Also, Cameron's dick was still quite
hard - hard enough to outline itself through the fabric of his underwear.
The nearly naked beanpole of a boy opened his bedroom door and walked the
short distance to the bathroom; peed, flushed, washed his hands and was on
his way back 500mls lighter when he bumped into a boy...

The boy was much shorter than Cameron, sported a more athletic build and
had fair skin; his hair was a darker shade of brown than Cameron's and he
had dark eyebrows that cast a shadow over sad chocolate brown eyes. Unlike
Cameron, this boy was dressed.

"Alright, little brother?" he said, and then looked down at the still
obvious swelling in his underwear and smirked; "Maybe not so little."

"Fuck off," Cameron retorted, covering himself as best as he could without
actually touching himself and making the erection harder.

"You wearing that to school?" his brother asked facetiously.

"Shut up, Kieran. I'm about to get dressed," Cameron replied.

His big brother was not actually bigger, older yes but shorter by several
inches. Also, Kieran was less than a year older that Cameron - their
parents added a real challenge to their lives by falling pregnant with
Cameron when Kieran was two months old. Cameron had turned seventeen in
September, with Kieran turning eighteen next month. Kieran's birthday was
the eleventh of November, Remembrance Day so one could never forget it.

The nine weeks between Cameron's birthday in September and Kieran's in
November were always a slightly strange time, when they were both
technically the same age. Kieran was always very glad when he was firmly
back on older brother territory.

Kieran had learned to drive and had just passed his test in time for his
impending eighteenth birthday ahead of which he had been gifted with a
slightly ancient car. It might be an old banger, but it was his car and he
loved it.

Kieran was a year ahead of Cameron and already at University.

"Why are you here again?" Cameron asked moodily, because he liked having
the house to himself and tended not to walk around in only his pants when
he knew someone else was in - for this very reason. "I thought you moved
out?"

Cameron self-consciously crossed his arms across his bare chest.

Kieran had started the nearby King James VI (Scotland) University in
September and hand moved into the Halls of Residence. Almost moved in at
least - he had a habit of still spending half his time at home.

"My room in the Halls don't have Sky TV," Kieran answered. "Also, mum
wanted me to be here to take you to school. She really, really wants you to
get into Medicine."

Kieran tried not to be jealous of Cameron but it was hard because his mum
and dad were proud to the point of bursting that Cameron was on track to
become a doctor. In comparison, Kieran was "just" studying for an honours
degree in... whatever, it wasn't medicine.

"Yea, I know," Cameron replied. He tried to downplay the achievement so
that Kieran didn't feel overlooked.

"Ok. I promised mum I'd take you to school so hurry up or I'll take you
like that," Kieran said with a titter as his brushed passed his nearly
naked brother.

It was an ongoing threat that Cameron would go to school in his pants if he
didn't hurry up. The idea was kind of dirty in a sexual misadventure sort
of way and he was almost tempted to see what Kieran would do if he tested
the threat.

"I'll be ready in fifteen minutes," Cameron said instead.

Twenty-five minutes later and the two brothers were leaving the house
wrapped up for winter. Kieran put the inadequate heater on in the car and
waited for it to breathe tepid air into the car.

"So, Cam... have you got any free periods today?" Kieran asked casually.

"Yea, just before lunch then double Sociology in the afternoon," Cameron
did not sound thrilled about the class.

"Oh, ok," replied Kieran.

"Why?" asked Cameron.

"No reason," Kieran replied quickly.

All week Cameron had been aching to see more of Mr Wilson. Was it stupid to
keep calling him that? Cameron had been aching all week to see more of
Vincent. After their liaison in the changing rooms on Monday, Cameron had
spent the rest of the week thinking of where their relationship could go
next.

Cameron liked being in control and loved that Vincent was so compliant; he
liked that he'd seen his teacher naked several times and loved that Vincent
still had not seen him. Well, his teacher had seen his pretty little bum,
but no full frontal nudity yet. Cameron got a thrill out of being a cock
tease.

Cameron had an unexpected affinity for domination that he had never
realised before. In fairness, he'd only dated one boy and that had only
lasted the summer. Cameron had fooled around with a few boys in his time,
Robin for one (many years ago) but that hadn't happened for several years
now. It had been harmless experimentation and voila they both turned out to
be gay. Cameron was probably the only person who knew how gorgeous Robin is
but neither of them wanted to complicate their friendship.

Cameron was keen to see Vincent but he had to tempter his actions and his
thoughts - it wouldn't do to put the man's career at risk and besides,
absence made the heart grow fonder. Cameron had already told Vincent to
keep his lunch hour free again and he was checking his watch to count down
the minutes.

The real treat was that he had an English lesson so he got to see the
object of his desire before he got to see even more of the object of his
desire. Cameron held back at the end of the class so he could have a quick
word.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you," Cameron said calmly.

"I wanted to see you too," Vincent replied cautiously.

Vincent had lowered his voice even though the room had emptied and his next
class hadn't entered; his classroom door was still open and behind closed
doors was already risky enough.

"I hope you're hungry at lunch time," Cameron said. "Because I've got
something you might enjoy putting in your mouth."

Vincent flushed at the thought and could not help look down at the front of
Cameron's trousers, which the boy dutifully gave a provocative squeeze.

"Ok," the teacher replied.

Cameron hurried out of class and was busy thinking about his favourite man
when...

"What the fu-" Cameron said as someone shoulder barged him, knocking him
from his reverie.

"Sorry, were you gonna to say something?" Stephen Wyle whirled around at
Cameron's protest.

Cameron immediately backed down when he saw who he was facing. It wasn't as
if he hadn't been insulted, name-called or even pushed around before - he
was a gay kid in high school, of course he had. He backed down because
Stephen Wyle was a total nutter.

"Eh, no. I'm fine," Cameron said placidly.

Stephen was flanked by his usual team - Carlos and Eddie - who together
were pretty much the worst human's in the school. Adam Mansouri might be an
arse but at least his best friend Arthur kept their entire entourage in
check - they weren't bellicose like Stephen. Stephen was all set to take
the "person most likely to go to jail" category in the underground
yearbook.

"You should watch where I'm going, penis-breath," Stephen said to a
laughter track from Carlos and Eddie.

No-one intervened in the uncomfortable situation - everyone around was too
busy pretending to be busy and thanking god or the Easter bunny that it
wasn't them. "Dear, Mr Bunny. I know its November so sorry if I woke you
but thanks for Stephen Wyle overlooking me today."

With a final sneer, the self-congratulatory knot of ass-holes moved on
without further insult or injury. However they did leave Cameron thinking
about Wyle Coyote, as he was known behind his back. Not because he was
inept (though it would be really cool if someone dropped an anvil on his
head) but because he's a vicious predator who kills lots of livestock.

Maybe not that last part.

"Did you get lost?" asked Robin as Cameron took a seat next to his friend.

Cameron shook way his shaken pride.

"Toilet break. Think I've got indigestion from too much pizza last night,"
Cameron lied in reply.

"Yea? Well, thanks for hanging out last night. I was really glad to not be
at home until late," Robin said in a hushed voice.

They had gone to Cameron's, did homework, ate pizza and watched some Game
of Thrones.

"No problem. Was your dad unconscious when you got back?" Cameron asked.

"Yea."

Cameron didn't probe any farther. He knew Robin's dad was a bastard; he
didn't need to know the day-to-day finer details and Robin rarely shared
those details anyway. Not talking about it was one of his coping mechanisms
and not asking was one of Cameron's support techniques.

Robin's dad was fickle: as likely to be glad "the little cunt" was out of
the house as he was to flip out and batter him for not being home. It was
rare to see any bruises on Robin's skin but some bruises reach the soul
rather than the skin. He would have liked to do more than provide safe
harbour for a few hours but Robin always went home eventually.

"So, any plans for tonight?" asked Cameron; "Cause I have the house to
myself... well except for Kieran... but mum and dad are out."

"Oh, eh," Robin hesitated for just a moment; "Actually I was going to see
my mum tonight. She's visiting her mum. Not seen much of either of them
lately."

Robin was lying because it was Friday night and he was working at The
Fourth. He feared Cameron would know he was lying but Robin was assumed to
be pathologically honest so his friend didn't even notice the hesitancy.

Robin's honesty was over-rated even without the lie about working as a
stripper. He lied about why he wouldn't leave home, he lied at school about
his sexuality, he lied about how often he saw his mother, and he lied to
his grandmother every time she asked if he was ok - he lied to everyone
about that one.

On one hand, Cameron would give him a place to go if he ever left home, his
grandmother would too, but a place to go was not the problem. He didn't
need a place to go - he needed someone to save him and protect him when his
father came for him. He had tried to leave once before and he would never
put someone at risk like that again. His grandmother could have been...

"That's great," Cameron said enthusiastically; "Your mum's in town? You've
not seen her since, what... sometime in the summer?"

"Something like that," Robin said guardedly.

Which summer?

Cameron didn't seem to notice, he was too happy for his friend.

"And how is Bessie?" Cameron asked.

Bessie was an affectionate nom de plume for Robin's Gran as she strongly
resembled the little old lady who characterised the company famous for
frozen puddings (Aunt Bessie's, for the uninitiated).

Robin smiled at the name. Robin's Gran was only in her late fifties and
didn't like to be reminded she was a grandmother. Bessie was a moniker
adopted when Robin was a wee boy and his mother was still around. Robin was
not really going to see her tonight but he really did intend to catch up
with her. Maybe she had heard from his mum recently?

"She's good. Still working away," Robin commented.

His Gran was a domestic in a nearby hospital; she worked part-time and sold
knitted things online in her spare time. And she wondered why she reminded
people of an old auntie.

Mr Crane finally wrestled control over his class of rowdy teens and
demanded their attention but Cameron's thoughts returned - one could almost
say they were dominated (nicely punned, right?) - to his favourite
teacher... on his knees... sucking his cock...

There were days when Cameron wondered how the hell he was every going to
get straight A's in his exams given how much time he spent thinking about
other things. Like Vincent. Or sucking off Vincent. Or Vincent sucking him
off. Or having sex with Vincent. Or Vincent...

Well, you get the idea.

Cameron wondered if the minds of all teenage boys were like his: at one
moment seething with the wish to punch a bully in the face (but not because
he would end up getting his head kicked in) to dwelling on his best
friend's tricky family situation to thinking about Vincent having sex with
him. When did Cameron ever have time to be top of his class in Higher Human
Biology? And Advanced Higher Biology. And Advanced Higher English...

"No-one likes a smart-ass," whispered Robin as Cameron answered a question
posed by Mr Crane.

"Shh, concentrating," whispered back Cameron but he was only teasing.

Cameron caught the downturned look on Robin's face - the look Robin got
when he looked at his own work and thought "I can't do this" - the look
that always made Cameron feel so bad for finding the work so undaunting.

"I'll help you study," Cameron said.

Robin looked over gratefully. Prelim exams were still a while away but
Robin knew he'd need all the help he could get. In the past, Cameron and
Robin were in nearly every class together. Now, not so much. Robin had
chosen fewer Higher subjects (or Advanced Highers) than Cameron. They had
different ambitions - Cameron needed exceptional grades to study medicine
and Robin was looking for any grade adequate to get him the hell out of his
father's house.

Like Cameron, Robin was distracted and found himself looking at Adam at
school and trying to rationalise the horrible person he was there with the
gentle person Robin knew he could be from the parlour at The Fourth.

"What are you looking at?" Adam said hostilely.

"Oh. Nothing," Robin replied quickly and looked away.

Robin hadn't been able to look at Adam without thinking about Mr Aziz - had
the man known Robin and his son were at school together when he'd been
hired? Was that why Mr Aziz had hired him?

"It's not nothing, gay-boy. You couldn't keep your eyes off me," Adam said,
loud enough for his friends to hear but not loud enough for the teacher to
hear.

Robin didn't react.

"Just admit you're a poofter and I'll leave you alone," Adam said.

Aye, fat chance. Robin wasn't falling for that one.

"Robin. Robin!"

Robin looked over reluctantly to see Adam flashing a pec and a lovely brown
nipple at him.

"You got wood yet?" asked Adam as he put his nipple away.

"Fuck sake, Adam. Shut up will you," Cameron said on Robin's behalf.

"I think you've got a lovely nipple," chipped in Micah, who was in the row
in front of Cameron and Robin.

Adam offered all three of the boys the V-sign and added; "I'd give you all
the middle finger but who knows where you'd put it."

"Adam. Have you finished the work I gave you?" Mr Crane asked in a mild
voice from the front of the room.

"Not yet."

"Well, unless you think you can explain Gaussian elimination better than I
can," (he couldn't) "Maybe you should be quiet and get on with it."

Micah had been taking lunch with Cameron and Robin all week, which made
Cameron feel better about making excuses to make his exit; knowing Robin
still had company meant he wasn't leaving his best friend looking like a
Norman no-mates. With the likes of Adam Mansouri and his band of misfits or
Wyle Cyote and his cronies, there was safety in numbers.

Cameron ran through the empty corridors and skidded to a fast walk when he
saw a teacher in the distance. The teacher didn't care what Cameron was
doing or where he was going - lunchtime was the only time they had to get
away from the little bastards they had to teach. Or that's what Cameron
chose to read into Mr Hartnell's expression. Maybe the man was thinking
"mmm, pot noodle" or something instead.

Cameron peered around the frame of the door to check Vincent was in his
room and that he was alone. Both were the case. Vincent Wilson only looked
up when he heard the door click shut. Cameron turned the tumbler of the
lock and the door was secure.

"So I was thinking..." Cameron said, once he was close enough to kiss the
man.

Then he did kiss him, slowly and leading the exchange by being the first to
slip in a little bit of tongue.

"You want me to take everything off?" Vincent asked as he loosened his tie.

Vincent might be twenty-five to Cameron's seventeen years but it was clear
he had taken to his subservience with surprising ease. Cameron was already
convinced he was not the first person to ever command (another pun)
Vincent's affections.

"No," was Cameron's simple answer.

The surprised look on Vincent's face was worth the change to his plans.

Cameron had planned on seeing Vincent naked again but as he was
(apparently) now so predictable, he decided to change things up. Besides,
Vincent's nudity was not essential to his plans.

"But take the tie off," Cameron finished.

The knot was undone with two quick pulls.

Cameron smiled as he stepped back and watched Vincent's eyes grow bigger as
he began to strip... Without ceremony the shoes and socks came off. The
floor was warm underfoot thanks to the under-floor heating. Cameron put his
blazer over the back of a chair before unbuttoning his shirt and removing
his tie. Cameron could tell Vincent was hard for him as more skin became
visible; his smooth chest and nipples peeking out from the folds of his
white shirt. Cameron added the shirt and tie off to the chair.

The waist of his trousers made a neat line around his midriff; the distance
from his bellybutton to the trousers was long and smooth and flat. Cameron
opened the trousers and dropped them too, wriggling his bare feet to free
them from the trouser legs. Stood only in his tight hipster boxers, which
was already filling out as his dick engorged, Cameron groped the front of
his own package.

"Tell me you like what you see."

"I like what I see."

"What do you like about it, Mr Wilson?" Cameron asked.

It was time to remind the teacher who he was and that, although he was a
teenager and a pupil, he was the one in charge and why that was so. It was
time to hear the man say it out loud as much for Cameron to hear as for
himself to admit.

"I like your fair skin."

"More. Go on. I'll tell you when to stop," Cameron said.

Was it cruel for a boy to embarrass a man into saying things like this?

Cameron didn't think so; it was part of the role-play they had agreed to.

"I like your long skinny body. Your long arms and legs and... I like the
roundness of your shoulder and the ridge of your clavicle. I like your
belly button and your nipples. And I like the bulge in your..." at this
juncture Vincent was interrupted.

"Good man. I'm glad you like what you see," Cameron said.

Vincent had the good grace to look both happy with the compliment of a job
well done and embarrassed at having said it at all; embarrassed too that he
was so easily appeased.

"Do you want to see more?" Cameron asked, tugging the front of his
underwear down just enough to reveal some of his pubes but not quite the
root of his dick.

"Yes," confessed Vincent.

Cameron padded forward on bare feet and stood so close that Vincent could
feel the teenage erection pressing against his own. Just a few thin layers
between them. The Cameron slid his hand onto Vincent's and took the tie
that was still held in his hand.

Vincent looked perplexed.

Cameron reached up and Vincent took the opportunity to admire the way the
stretching protruded Cameron's hard-on even more and extended the boy's
skinny frame so his ribs were outlined. Cameron put the tie around
Vincent's eyes and wrapped it a second time to ensure the man could see
nothing.

"Can you see?" asked Cameron.

"No," Vincent said with a dry mouth.

Cameron stepped back and Vincent could sense the boy push his underwear
down and off. Cameron was now naked. Completely naked but Vincent could not
see.

Cameron then put the boxers on Vincent's head, adjusting it so the crotch
was over Vincent's face.

"Take a deep breath," Cameron ordered.

Vincent inhaled the musky smell of teen sweat and thought his own cock
would explode. Cameron adjusted the underwear so the man's mouth was free
for what was about to be pushed into it.

"Get on your knees Mr Wilson," Cameron commanded.

Vincent obeyed and a moment later felt the tip of Cameron's rock hard
teenage cock press against his lips. Vincent opened his mouth and Cameron
pushed the head of his cock into his teacher's mouth.

The way Vincent pursed his lips and took the cock in deep; the way he
licked the underside of the hard penis and then swirled his tongue around
the ridge of the glans; the way his tongue danced across the eye - Cameron
had no idea his cock could feel like that.

In his sexual encounters - mostly experimentation - to date Cameron's cock
had never felt the likes of this. Cameron had to screw his eyes shut and
curl his toes just to stop cumming in the first thirty seconds.

"This. Is. Amazing," Cameron said between punctuated breathes.

Cameron almost regretted the month he had wasted teasing Vincent to this
point - it had been his own loss too, he realised. Cameron dropped his
hands to Vincent's head and ran his fingers through the man's hair. Cameron
wanted to grab Vincent by the ears and impale his face on his cock but
Cameron trusted Vincent to carry on doing what would feel good without his
interference.

"You can touch me if you want," Cameron said in between gasps for breath.

Whether Vincent had been waiting for permission or was just engrossed in
the activity of cock-sucking a teenager, Cameron didn't know but - now that
he had permission - Vincent's hands moved to the boy's ankles.

His gentle caress worked its way up Cameron's calves, feeling the soft hair
that covered the even softer skin. Hands reached Cameron's thighs and
continued to ascend until Vincent's index finger lodged in the gluteal fold
between Cameron's buttock and his thigh. The next move took each of
Vincent's hands onto Cameron's entire buttock which were petite but
perfect.

With a good grip on his lover, Vincent pulled Cameron deeper into him. With
every thrust Cameron made, he wasn't even aware he was doing it; the cock
went deeper into Vincent's throat. Cameron was all too aware the man on his
knees had experience before him and he started to think of ways to bring
that experience into play in the future.

Cameron very much wanted to be in control but in control of what? How did
he know what to want when his experience was so inadequate?

"Oh... fuck..." Cameron said.

Vincent's tongue was making the gentlest of touches to the underside of
Cameron's cock but it was so sensitive he knew he was finished. Vincent had
just pulled Cameron's dick back into his mouth when the boy came. Cameron
didn't even have a chance to warn him.

If Vincent was bothered by the teenage spunk that was filling his mouth, he
gave little indication of it. Cameron would have liked to have cum on
Vincent's face but with underwear and a tie as a blindfold, it seemed a
little pointless. A cum shot was certainly on Cameron's list of things to
do, that much he did know.

Vincent's tongue and lips disposed of all the seed Cameron supplied and
once finished, he sat back on his haunches.

"Can I take this off?" Vincent asked like a good boy.

"Not yet," Cameron replied.

Cameron wanted to keep Vincent in suspense a little longer. Maybe next time
Cameron would let Vincent have what he wanted - his first glimpse of
Cameron's total nudity.

Cameron pulled on his trousers, minus the underwear and slipped on his
shirt, only then did he allow Vincent to look. Although Vincent didn't get
to see the teenager's dick, he was allowed to admire the smooth and slim
chest again before the shirt was buttoned up. Not only that but the
trousers were riding very low which gave a nice glimpse of Cameron's pubis.

"That was really..." Cameron said and then seemed unable to think of how to
finish; "It was really something."

"A good something?" asked Vincent as he stood up.

"Very good," Cameron replied and kissed Vincent's lips.

There was a strange salty-sweet taste on them and it took a second to
realise it was the residual cum he had just shot into the teacher's mouth.

"I would love to stay and kiss you more but time is of the essence,"
Cameron said.

He was right too. Soon kids would be making their way out of the communal
spaces and heading for class rooms. It was still ten or fifteen minutes
until the first afternoon class but if they wanted to remain discrete, it
was best for Cameron to make his exit now before there were too many people
around.

"Next time, we should find a place where we can take our time," Cameron
said.

Half jokingly but entirely insightfully, Vincent asked; "Your place or
mine?"

Cameron had endured the entire first lesson of a double Sociology class
before deciding he had had enough. He couldn't concentrate for thinking
about that blow job and the possibility of Vincent seeing him naked.

Of being naked together even.

Frottage seemed like something else he should add to his list of things he
wanted to do with a subservient man.

Cameron could not concentrate so when the first class ended he made an
excuse to Mr Renzo, who seemed entirely unconvinced with Cameron's claim of
"not feeling well," but didn't want to argue about it. The man just gave
him homework to do and let him leave in peace.

It was great getting out of school nearly an hour early and he caught the
express bus which halved his journey time home. Cameron unlocked the front
door and dumped his school bag in the hall. He practically drained a can of
diet coke in one go; straight from the fridge the cold liquid made
Cameron's head hurt. He hated brain freeze.

Cameron had looked it up once; it was caused by the rapid cooling and then
rewarming of capillaries in the sinuses. The trigeminal nerve in the
palate, which also detects facial pain, sends neural signals to the brain
which interprets the pain as coming from the forehead.

Cool, right?

No pun intended this time.

"What's that noise?" Cameron muttered aloud once the searing pain in his
head had subsided.

Cameron hadn't expected anyone to be home and the door had been locked so
who was in the house? He moved quietly to the foot of the stairs and
listened.

It was defiantly coming from upstairs.

Cameron looked outside to check his parent's car wasn't there. Nope, so
they hadn't come back early. He crept upstairs and listened again - it was
coming from his brother's room. If Cameron had more sexual experience he
would have known not to do what he was about to do. He went to the door,
put his hand on the handle and turned it.

Cameron nudged the door with his foot and it swung open which was when
Cameron caught sight of his brother totally naked with another guys cock up
his ass...

LATER

As Robin stripped, he looked around the room for familiar faces. He always
did. It wasn't just Adam he was looking for - and he was ashamed of himself
for that particular search given how obnoxious Adam was when the mask was
off - but he was looking for anyone who he might know.

Who knew what malice he might face if someone from school recognised him?

Robin knew someone recognising him was almost impossible - not when he had
his mask on. Adam hadn't recognised him last week and they had been in the
same room - up close and touching even. Still, Robin had never been able to
shake the paranoia that someone would rumble him and he would be a laughing
stock. Teachers came in here and boys who he recognised as former pupils -
boys who had left North Forth High School just a year or three ago.

Mr Aziz had already appealed to him for another session in the
parlours. Robin had seemed hesitant, giving Mr Aziz pause before asking
Robin more about his concerns. Robin confessed he wasn't sure he could live
up to the expectations - nor indeed did he know what the expectations were
- that men would have of him in the privacy of the parlour.

"For starters, there is no privacy in the parlours, Robin. Not really," Mr
Aziz had said softly.

Robin's nose crinkled with lack of understanding.

Mr Aziz smiled and laughed to himself; "It is discrete, Robin but not quite
private. There are always eyes watching."

Robin did not know if he meant via a two-way mirror or camera's, but either
way Robin worried some more.

"Oh," said Robin nervously.

"I don't watch so I can hold over you in the future if that's what you're
thinking," Mr Aziz said.

He always seemed to know what Robin was thinking. It had occurred to Robin
that Mr Aziz could blackmail him - indeed, giving his son's antagonism
towards Robin, it wasn't an unfair fear. Robin rather thought Mr Aziz would
not be so dishonourable, still he'd be a fool not to contemplate it.

"And I'm not a voyeur either," Mr Aziz added - indeed, that was the second
thought that crossed his mind.

"Then why discretion rather than privacy? Why do you watch?" Robin asked.

"To keep you safe, of course," Mr Aziz said warmly. "In the parlours you
are meant to be in control. You can decide what to do, how far you wish to
go. You can decide when to say no. Someone watches so that if anyone does
not back off when you say no... they cannot to rob you of your capacity."

Mr Aziz was very careful about how he articulated his point but Robin
understood that the man meant he was protected from clients using force
against an unwilling performer. Robin wondered why anyone would spend their
money buying time with him in the parlour if he were not going to give out
some kind of sexual gratification.

Perhaps people are really into hand holding?

"Does that ever happen... do clients ever try to make performers do things
they don't want to?" Robin asked.

Mr Aziz looked grave for a moment, then said; "Once. But it wasn't a
client, it was two performers. One had feelings the other did not
reciprocate. He was denied three times and wouldn't take no for an
answer... it happened many years ago and is of no relevance now."

Robin could see that whatever had happened had deeply affected the man but
didn't feel he could ask any more. They each fell into contemplative
silence; Mr Aziz about who knew what and Robin about Adam.

Robin acknowledged his experience was lacking; so far his only customer had
been Adam Manrouri.

Robin was tempted to ask Mr Aziz about that; about why he seemed to have
set him and Adam on a collision course, but Robin didn't have the nerve.

On their first encounter, Robin had been nervous but sucked Adam's
cock. Last week, during the med-term holiday from school, they had met
again and Robin had taken great pleasure in seeing Adam naked and
commanding his nemesis to pleasure himself for his entertainment. Robin
found himself hoping it would be Adam in the parlour again and not another
client.

It concerned Robin that he had enjoyed the private session in the parlour
as much as he had.

With Adam Mansouri no less!

He was a jerk.

He was a bully.

He made Robin feel...

With his attention back to what he was doing, Teen Titan removed his last
piece of clothing and exposed his penis to the braying crowd. He stalked
the stage and gave his dick a stroke. The crowd loved that. Teen Titan had
never done that on stage before.

Naked, sure, but not hard.

Robin started to feel scared but the whole point of his performance was to
entice, entertain and turn-on. Besides, he was still wearing a mask - that
always made it easier to exhibit himself. He strutted a little while longer
and gave himself another tug, letting his penis expand itself - sustained
purely by the attention of the audience.

Teen Titan's cock grew and began to stand out, bouncing before him and
peeling back the foreskin of his cock without him even touching it. It was
nearly seven inches - still not fully erect - when his time on the stage
came to an end and he departed backstage.

Robin could hear the disappointment that his time on stage hadn't lasted
longer and his confidence was boosted by the adulation and the desire for
more. Being naked on stage was something Robin could never have imagined
himself capable of - for a boy who didn't even let other boys at school see
him shirtless, it was bold and emboldening.

Robin had little time for respite before making his way to the
parlour. Even the emboldened Teen Titan still wasn't sure if he was the
right man for that particular job; every other performer talked about the
parlour's and sounded more like sex-pro's, rent-boys, gay-for-pay. Teen
Titan didn't think he was capable of selling his body to every man willing
to pay the entry fee to the parlour.

Robin was neither surprised nor disappointed - in fact he was a little
relieved - when he saw Adam was his customer again. Robin was relieved
because at least it was a familiar face, someone relatable... even if he
found that person contemptible.

Right?

Seeing Adam dressed to impress in white jeans and a short-sleeved salmon
shirt that showed off his figure made Teen Titan's pulse quicken. It was
difficult not to be attracted to him in here and the Adam here at The
Fourth seemed so unlike his doppelganger from the North Forth High
School. Teen Titan himself was wearing a tight red sleeveless vest and
small red shorts.

Very small red shorts.

"I'm glad you're here again," said Adam politely.

"No Polish this week?" Teen Titan replied.

Adam smiled - recalling their first meeting two weeks ago - and shook his
head.

"Seems like we understand each other just fine now," Adam suggested.

Teen Titan smiled at that. They understood each other but he was still glad
that his was voice distorted by the mask; the chin strap changing his jaw
line and pressing against his voice box. Teen Titan dreaded to think how
Adam would react if he knew it was Robin Haldane beneath the mask.

"Do you think so?" Teen Titan asked with an air of mystery.

"I enjoyed your performance tonight," said Adam. "When I saw you naked, I
thought of the Full Monty... that scene with the song You Can Leave Your
Hat On?"

"I know it," Teen Tiran responded.

"You can leave your mask on," Adam continued.

"I intended too," Teen Titan batted back his reply.

"Can I ask you something... before we get started?" Adam asked.

"Who says we're starting anything? I'm the boss in here remember?" Teen
Titan replied.

"Pardon the presumption," Adam said apologetically.

It was fascinating to see Adam so diminutive.

"Your question?" Teen Titan asked airily.

"The men I spend my time with, like Toulouse or Clyde, we've gotten to know
each other over the last year. It doesn't feel right for things to carry on
without us knowing something about one another. So tell me something about
yourself. What does no-one else know?" Adam asked.

There was a long pause while Robin considered the implications of getting
to know Adam. To stall, he reasserted his dominance.

"Take off your shoes and socks," Teen Titan said by way of reply.

It was a delay tactic as well as a way of maintaining his control.

"Questions aren't free, you know," Teen Titan added matter-of-factly when
Adam did not move.

Adam smiled and obeyed then sat on a vacant chair made of soft brown
leather.

Teen Titan sat opposite him.

"I haven't seen my mum for three years."

The smile on Adam's face faded.

Adam wore a sad expression - one of sympathy and compassion. Ungraciously,
Robin thought the expression did not suit him. He was too used to Adam
being vindictive, snarky and malicious.

Too used to Adam's litany of cruelty.

But this Adam - the real Adam? - seemed genuinely sympathetic. He didn't
say anything, in fact he seemed unable to, instead he waited for Teen Titan
to elaborate.

"I tell people I still see her sometimes. I even lie to my best friend
about it because... because when she left, that was bad enough, but to
confess she has truly abandoned me... well, I don't have much face left to
save but I don't want to admit to anyone that she's really gone."

"I'm really sorry. That must be hard," Adam said kindly. "You shouldn't
worry about not telling your friends; we all have reasons for the decisions
we make. You haven't heard anything in all that time?"

"We still call and text. At least, she used to text and answer my
calls. But even that stopped nearly a year ago," Teen Titan admitted. "I'm
worried about her... but she's maybe just busy?"

The words sound pathetically naive even to Robin's ears, but Adam seemed to
understand the need for hope. There was compassionate warmth in Adam's big
brown eyes, which made Robin feel as close as when they were friends in
Primary School.

"Your mum and dad split up then?" Adam asked.

Teen Titan nodded.

"When?"

Eight years. Forever ago.

Teen Titan replied; "A long time ago."

"There's no such thing as a long time ago," Adam answered.

It was a reply filled with deeply personal meaning to Adam.

There's no such thing as a long time ago.

The phrase stuck with Robin and rang around his head; funny how a time can
be both an eternity and the blink of an eye. Robin understood that
perfectly but he couldn't help but wonder what informed Adam's insight
about such a poignant thing.

"I've never heard that phrase before," Teen Titan said.

"It's something my dad says," Adam admitted; "I guess it means, when
something big happens in your life it doesn't matter how long passes... it
always feels like it happened just yesterday."

Adam's reply was filled with meaning that made Robin wonder - what happened
to him? Robin recalled the disintegration of their friendship but could it
be there had been a good reason all this time?

"I know what you mean," Teen Titan agreed.

Adam saw in Teen Titan's eyes a depth of understanding he had never known
before.

"It's just a family phrase but it felt good to share it with you. I've
never said it to anyone outside my family before. Not anyone. Not even my
best friend," Adam admitted.

Teen Titan leaned over Adam and kissed him gently on the lips.

"You've got a lot of layers, don't you," Teen Titan said, his voice edged
with surprise.

"Yea, do you want to take some of them off?" Adam replied.

"You're not the boss in here," Teen Titan replied authoritatively.

Robin slipped into his identity with uncomfortable ease.

"I thought our getting to know each other time was over now?" Adam asked
submissively.

"I think I'd like to get know your body," Teen Titan answered, asserting
his influence by ignoring Adam's question.

"Now you're talking," Adam grinned with anticipation.

"Take off your shirt," Teen Titan demanded.

It wasn't like Robin to dismiss emotional topics like that. But in the
parlour he didn't need to be Robin because he was Teen Titan. Besides, his
emotional radar detected that the direction, range and distance of Adam's
comment was still too remote to be accessible for now. Adam didn't trust
him enough yet to expand upon the deeply personal meaning of the phrase so
Teen Titan didn't want to embarrass himself by asking.

Still, there's no such thing as a long time ago felt like an important
step; a gesture on Adam's part that could not be underestimated.

Adam seemed to already have forgotten his melancholy. Libido activated!

Adam unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His chest was heaving and his
pecs were ripe for grabbing.

"Stand up," Teen Titan ordered; "You know what to do."

Adam stood in front of Teen Titan and removed his jeans and underwear in
one impatient swoop. His cock was hard before the bundle of clothes around
his ankles had even been extracted. Teen Titan liked what he saw; he
reached out and wrapped his hand around the throbbing organ.

It felt hot under his fingertips, the blood coursing though it and making
the head of Adam's cock succulent and leaky with precum. One little squeeze
and the urethra opened up to allow precum to peek out and dribble onto Teen
Titan's hand.

Teen Titan pulled and pushed his hand across Adam's penis while he looked
up at the boy; this lad whom Robin knew from school and who insulted,
mocked and derailed him. Robin wondered how he could stand before Adam and
be just as aroused as the bully was.

How could Adam be desirable?

Perhaps because Teen Titan got to see another side to Adam that he didn't
show to anyone else? Or perhaps it was as simple as Adam being a physically
attractive boy and Robin being a horney gay teenager. Indeed, Teen Titan
recalled that two weeks ago - during their first face-to-face meeting -
Adam had asked to see him hard.

"Not this time," Teen Titan had replied at the time.

Teen Titan had been emboldened though! Being naked on stage and then
aroused had given Teen Titan the confidence to take the next step; he was
excited to let Adam see him this time. The boy beneath the mask was excited
by the idea of Adam touching him.

Teen Titan let go of Adam's cock, much to the boy's obvious
disappointment. Teen Titan took a step back and smiled - even with the mask
covering Robin's face and head, Adam could tell the person underneath was
smiling.

Why?

"Now, you can help me take my clothes off," Teen Titan said.

That's why.

Adam had to hold himself back. He nodded mutely and stepped forward to put
his hands on the bottom hem of Teen Titan's vest, which he then carefully
peeled up. When the vest was raised to cover Teen Titan's face, Adam was
treated to a close-up of the toned and muscular chest of his idol. Teen
Titan's pale skin was flecked with translucent blonde hair and his armpits,
exposed as he raised his arms, held a nest of darker hair in the deep
concave of the axilla.

Adam was very careful not to dislodge Teen Titan's mask as the vest finally
came off his head. Not because he didn't want to see Teen Titan's face but
because he had not yet been allowed to. It wouldn't be right to peek or to
deprive Teen Titan of his anonymity; it was one of the rules his dad was
very strict about. Adam knew there would be consequences if he tried to
peek or divine the identity beneath.

"Good," Teen Titan said. He nodded approvingly at Adam before adding, "My
boots next."

Adam knelt down, his balls sagging a little in his scrotum as he lowered
himself to the floor. Adam pulled down zips located on the outer aspect of
each boot and Teen Titan lifted each foot while Adam pulled the boots off.

Adam had no particular foot fetish but he was intrigued by every line, vein
and hair on Teen Titan's big feet; he adored Teen Titans slim ankles as
they rose towards thin but strong legs and...

"Pull them down," Teen Titan said.

Even with the mask distorting his voice, Robin heard his voice shake a
little as he ordered Adam to remove the shorts - his last item of clothing.

Adam gripped Teen Titan's shorts and slowly lowered them.

The experience for both of them was a revelation.

Teen Titan's cock was big as it emerged, erecting fully at the moment as
Adam's eyes dilated at the magnificent emergence. Robin appreciated the awe
with which Adam was looking at his cock. Perhaps that was another reason
why he liked this Adam so much... because Robin longed to be adored.

"It's big," Adam said.

The word "big" was said with reverence and appreciation. It was a
compliment, the likes of which Robin had never heard from Adam's mouth
before. The value of being Teen Titan held no bounds.

At the mention of the "big" word, Teen Titan's eyes dropped to Adam's
penis. It was above average but not as big as Robin's and he liked that he
was bigger than Adam. Robin's hard-on was bigger than Adam's by nearly an
inch and a half.

Sated by this observation, Teen Titan stepped out of the shorts that
remained tangled at his ankles and he was finally naked.

Teen Titan's heart was beating hard with excitement. Robin was keen to push
his penis into Adam's face, but he wasn't that kind of boy - not even when
he was emboldened by the anonymity of his mask. Robin appreciated that he
was in control within the parlour but in his heart such control was still a
power he was still learning to wield.

Teen Titan's hand moved so his finger stroked the underside of Adam's chin,
lifting his eyes until the met again. Teen Titan leaned over and kissed
Adam's forehead, then knelt down in front of him so their knees were almost
touching.

Their bodies were mirrors of each other, each kneeling with backs erect and
cocks standing out from their groins. Teen Titan's hand gripped Adam's cock
and gave it a few tugs - Adam positively humped Teen Titan's hand in his
ambition to ejaculate.

Adam reached for Teen Titan's cock, but his hand was stilled by Teen
Titan's free hand. The masked boy wasn't ready to bequeath Adam's desire to
him yet.

"Tell me something, have you ever even been with a boy?" Teen Titan asked.

"I've been with men," Adam replied, scoffing at the question. "Right here
in this room, I've been with lots of men," Adam added boastfully.

"That's different, I don't mean men. I mean someone your own age. And I
don't mean men who are paid to be with you," Teen Titan replied. "I mean
boys... Not a twenty-four year old Frenchman."

Robin believed Adam's internalised homophobia was a scholastic charade but
did Adam have a boyfriend outside of school or a gay nightclub? Did Adam
ever behave like himself, or was it only here in The Fourth that Adam felt
able to be who he really was? Which, if so, would be kind of sad.

Almost as sad as only being oneself when wearing a mask?

It was true that Adam thought of Toulouse (and others) as sexual conquests
- even if his father had paid for them - but Teen Titan made those
companions seem so insignificant. In the real world, with boys his own age,
Adam was still inexperienced. Adam was embarrassed to admit this.

Teen Titan tightened his grip on Adam's cock and pumped it a little harder
- his own cock so far remained untouched.

"Admit it. You've never really been with a boy before, have you?" Teen
Titan persisted.

Adam shook his head. It gave Teen Titan a sense of satisfaction to know
they were exploring this experience together.

"Say it!" Teen Titan demanded, embracing the control he had over Adam -
however temporary.

Adam's eyes were squeezed shut as Teen Titan jerked his cock and brought
him closer to orgasm. He was kept on the brink, edging him with benign
cruelty.

"Let me hear you say it, Adam," Teen Titan said, determined to hear Adam
confess.

Teen Titan made his demand known over the blinding and deafening ecstasy of
nearing orgasm, giving Adam no choice but answer or be denied release. Teen
Titan let go of Adam's cock so that he knew there would be no release until
he spoke.

"I've never been with a boy," Adam said pathetically.

Adam's eyes were downcast in the silence between them. Tanking pity, Teen
Titan reached out and fondled Adam's balls, then slid his hand back onto
the shaft.

"Finish me off," Teen Titan said.

"Mutually assured masturbation?" Adam asked wryly, lifting his face to look
into Teen Titan's eyes.

Teen Titan's face was still obscured but Adam could see the man was
smiling. Adam gripped Teen Titan's thick and long cock and squeezed; it had
diminished just slightly but came to full attention under Adam's studious
attention.

Adam had wanted to see this cock for two weeks and it was a beautiful day
to rewarded by not only the sight of it but the smell, the feel... his
desire for a taste became Adam's new desire. Teen Titan's cock was bigger
than his - juicy, a dribble of pre-cum releasing and trickling down onto
Adam's fingers.

The two boys continued to jerk and Teen Titan could almost imagine they
were friends engaging in harmless/ meaningful mutual masturbation. Except
neither of them felt this was meaningless - Robin felt deeply connected to
Adam, connected because they were both closeted and connected because they
enjoyed each other sexually. Adam enjoyed their sexual liaisons too but
what would he think if he knew who Teen Titan really was?

Adam moaned as he reached his climax and Teen Titan took the opportunity to
polish the head of Adam's cock with thumb and finger strokes that made
Adam's toes curl with pleasure. When Adam began to shoot his load, the cum
spilled onto Teen Titan's pumping hand. He slumped forward slightly, the
top of his head resting on Teen Titan's chest but he continued to pump his
idols cock.

Teen Titan continued to jerk Adam's cock, more slowly now, milking the
sensitive meat past the point of pleasure and towards an empty ball-ache.

Meanwhile, Adam watched his hand stroking Teen Titan's magnificent penis as
his own chest continued to heave with exertion. Adam's own orgasm was a
wonderful release, elation filling his brain and blotting out everything
else except the desire to do a good job. Adam wanted to make Teen Titan
cum, to see the hot splash of semen on his hand; to taste and smell it; to
feel the goo as erupted.

Teen Titan was rewarded with the fulfilment of orgasm a few minutes
later. By then Teen Titan had stopped jerking Adam's spent cock - ceasing
only once it was milked to the point of discomfort.

All the attention was on Teen Titan as he came, shooting cum over the
distance between him and Adam. Splashes of spunk landed on Adam's stomach
and Adam felt fulfilment from knowing he had done a good job.

"Good. Very good," Teen Titan said between heavy breathes.

Robin could feel sweat inside his mask, it was so hot that it took great
willpower to not tear the mask off to wipe his brow. His breathing relaxed
while Adam sat back on his heels again and surveyed Teen Titan.

"Lick your hand," Teen Titan said by way of reminding him who was in
charge.

Adam complied without complaint - perhaps he would have tasted it even
without instruction.

Teen Titan allowed enough time to pass, for their orgasms to subside and
the endorphins to recede before he decided to ask a getting to know each
other question of his own. Their session in this room had begun with Robin
sharing the secret about his mum and Robin felt it was high time he knew
more about Adam. He was finding it hard to rationalise the obnoxious bully
he knew from school to the affectionate and almost submissive boy that Adam
was inside the parlour. He wanted to understand who he really was.

"Can I ask you something, Adam?" Teen Titan asked. Without waiting for
ascent, he asked: "Last time we were in here you said, at school you are
the worst version of yourself... what did you mean?"

Adam didn't answer at first. Eventually he seemed to stir from deep within
and he hung his head. Was that shame?

"I say things. I do things. I'm still me... but not a me I like very much,"
Adam replied.

"Do you hate yourself?" Teen Titan asked so softly that the words were
barely audible.

Adam lifted his eyes to Teen Titan and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"Not for being gay," Adam replied; "But sometimes for not admitting I
am. For insulting boys at school who are gay... I kind of hate them, but
not really. Some people make it look so easy to be out of the closet. But
then there's one who cowers and... when I see him... I feel..."

"What do you feel?" Teen Titan asked for he knew that Adam was talking of
Cameron and perhaps Micah in the first instance and himself in the second.

What do you think of Robin, wondered Teen Titan?

"He's just as scared as me. Must have his own reasons for not coming out. I
hate that I don't admit I'm gay and I hate him for the same reason," Adam
confessed.

 "Because if he could do it, maybe you could to?" Teen Titan asked.

"Maybe," was Adam's only answer.

Robin suspected it wasn't the only reason Adam hated him but there was no
opportunity to probe farther. Robin recalled a time - before high school -
when he, Adam and Cameron were friends. In the parlour, while he spoke to
Teen Titan, Adam was open and uninhibited. Was there some way Teen Titan
could find out why everything changed five years ago? Robin desperately
wanted to know because in this room, Robin was reminded of the boy who used
to be his friend.

And that was a very hard thing to remember most days.

"Ok. Time for you to go," Teen Titan said.

"Can I see you again?" Adam asked greedily; "Same time next week?"

"I think that's a great idea," Teen Titan replied.

Teen Titan was left wondering if he was more interested in the orgasm or
the dialogue.

EARLIER

Cameron had wondered what the noise from upstairs was.

He had crept upstairs and listened carefully to the grunts, groans and
moans coming from his brother's room.

After Cameron put his hand on the handle and turned it, the door swung open
and he was met with the sight of his brother, totally naked with another
guys cock up his ass...

Cameron had watched porn - he was seventeen years old, of course he'd
watched porn - but to see it live in front of him was something else. It
was a little weird that he immediately got rock hard looking at his brother
naked and it his brain took several more seconds to realise there was
another guy to ogle as well.

The other guy looked like he was an inch shorter than Cameron (still making
him taller than Kieran), with bleached blonde and blue eyes that were
filled with surprise. Whoever he was, the lad appeared to be a few years
older - early twenties at a guess? While Kieran was scrambling to escape
the compromising embrace, his lover was content to hold him in place - bent
over the bed.

"Fuck... I mean let me go... close the fucking door..." Kieran sputtered in
embarrassment.

His lover resumed fucking rather than letting go and Cameron did close the
door but stepped inside the room first.

"Get out, Cameron!" Kieran said, focusing on Cameron rather than the lad
fucking him.

Cameron was still transfixed by the sight of his big brother being bent
over and skewered by a hard penis. Kieran had always had a hard and tight
physical appearance - like a gymnast (Mmm Nile Wilson), not-tall but a
muscular physique.

"Let him stay. He's cute," said the lad who was pushing his cock in again.

The lad looked delighted to see Cameron and it spurned him on in his
intercourse with Kieran.

"He's my brother!" Kieran exclaimed.

Kieran still looked mortified but his focus was now unequally divided - he
was far more taken by his lover's attention than Cameron's presence in the
room.

"Cool!" replied the lad, "I'm Wesley. Nice to meet you."

He said his last comment with a wink.

"Ok, ok, stop," said Kieran looking over his shoulder.

Kieran straightened up, put his arm behind his back and pushed Wesley away.

Wesley complied without complaint - no means no - and stood back so Kieran
could straighten up. Kieran was about to cover up when Wesley smiled;
"Attention."

Kieran glared at him.

"Now!"

Kieran gritted his teeth, internally debated for a fraction of a second and
then stood to attention. This involved standing with his feet about half a
metre apart and his hands locked behind his head while facing his
Cameron. Cameron took in the view of his exposed brother, naked and
barefoot and hard and facing him with a beet-red face.

Cameron was the younger brother but at least half a foot taller. But where
Cameron was long and lanky, with spindly limbs, Kieran was lean and
sinewy. Fuck, Cameron had never realised how fucking hot Kieran's body was.

Ok, that's weird. Brother = yuk. And yet...

"Fuck me," muttered Cameron.

"Tempting," replied Wesley.

Still weird that he was looking but Cameron could not help but notice his
brother's dick was bigger than his. Cameron's erection was seven inches
long - actually, just under but he always rounded up the last fifth of an
inch. Kieran looked a good half inch longer. Kieran's cock looked about
seven and a half inches - actually eighteen and a half centimetres but
Kieran always rounded up too.

"Do you like cock...?" Wesley asked, extending the gap in his question so a
name could be supplied.

"Cameron."

"Cameron. Do you like what you see? Do you want to touch it?" Wesley asked.

"What!? No!" Kieran said, but his words were undermined by his continued
stance.

"Ok," Cameron replied.

"Cam, don't," Kieran said.

"Why does he do as you tell him?" Cameron asked.

Cameron was curious about obedience given his current relationship with his
English teacher.

"Because he's very obedient," Wesley replied dismissively.

Now was not the time for chit chat about Kieran being a good boy but
Cameron would definitely be interested in hearing about it later.

"And how old are you, Cameron?" Wesley asked because there were some
boundaries he didn't cross.

"Seventeen," replied Cameron.

"You're both seventeen?" Wesley asked with surprise in his voice.

Kieran sighed and answered: "Yes. But I'm ten months older so we won't both
be seventeen for much longer."

"No..." Wesley said slowly; "You'll be eighteen soon, won't you?"

The smile on Wesley's grew wider as he gazed at Kieran and something passed
unspoken between them. What was so important about Kieran turning eighteen,
wondered Cameron?

"I was seventeen at the beginning of September. Kier will be eighteen on
November eleventh," Cameron said.

"But you're both seventeen right now... that's wicked," Wesley said
enthusiastically. "Cameron, come and touch Kieran's dick."

Cameron closed the space between them and reached out. He was surprised
that his hand shook a little - he was actually nervous. Kieran's dick was
hot as Cameron closed his hand around it; he could feel the blood coursing
through it and the eye of his brother's cock peeked open with excitement.

"Do you want a blowjob, Cameron?" Wesley asked.

"No!" Kieran interjected again.

"You're not allowed to say no again, got it?" Wesley replied
unthreateningly but firmly. "You," Wesley addressed Cameron, "Pull your
cock out."

It was only now that Cameron remembered he was in his school uniform. No
wonder Wesley had looked delighted and disturbed in equal measure - and no
wonder Wesley's unease evaporated into relief when he discovered Cameron
was seventeen. To be honest, Wesley was happy to look at any hot guy who
was sixteen or older.

Actually, that wasn't quite true. Wesley liked guys even better when they
were eighteen because then they could do thing that younger (but legal)
boys could not. Like...

Cameron found himself obeying without complaint; although he had become
used to being the one issuing orders to Mr Wilson, there was something
satisfying in knowing that his compliance would yield imminent results.

Cameron pulled down his zipper and slipped the waistband of his underwear
under his balls before pulling out his semi-hard dick. It was semi hard
before anything had even happened because 1) he was being watched, 2) there
were two naked guys in the room, and 3) he had been offered a blowjob.

Wesley stepped forward and took a hold of Cameron's dick. He gave it a few
gentle strokes and watched it engorge. Wesley seemed quite satisfied with
the resulting erection. Even though Cameron had only cum a few hours ago,
he was good to go again; the short post-orgasm refractory period it was one
of the virtues of being a virile teenager. Sometimes fifteen minutes was
enough recovery time.

Wesley let go and pulled Cameron's belt free, dropping it to the floor, and
then releasing the button of his trousers to make the penis inside easier
to get to.

"Did you know your brother likes to suck cock?" Wesley asked.

Wesley's tone of voice was not insulting or diminutive, he wasn't trying to
degrade Kieran with the comment - it was an honest query.

"No," replied Cameron. "Are you guys, like... dating?"

Wesley looked over his shoulder at Kieran who was still standing to
attention, though his erection was waning a little. Kieran tried not to
look at Cameron's erection, the way it bobbed with excitement as Wesley
casually fondled his brother's balls.

"No, we're not dating, are we Kieran?" Wesley said - but it was what was
not said seemed to be filled with meaning. "It's more complicated than
that. We have... an arrangement."

"Don't tell him anymore," interrupted Kieran. "Please."

"Our little secret, Kieran," agreed Wesley; "Now come here. Get on your
knees. Suck your brother's cock."

Wesley's silence was not a condition of Kieran's compliance - the older lad
was actually quite discreet, he was just teasing Kieran. The fact was that
Kieran was an obedient boy and needed no more incentive. Wesley was right,
he did like sucking cock. He hadn't always - he wasn't one of those boys
who knew he was gay before he even knew what gay was. If anything, Kieran
had gone to university thinking himself to be bisexual - except he was
uncomfortable, or perhaps unsettled - defining his sexuality quite as
succinctly as with one word.

Gay. Straight. Bisexual. Queer. Pansexual.

Kieran was literate in twenty-first century terminology and even he
struggled to keep it all straight - no pun intended. Regardless of whether
Kieran was bisexual or pansexual, he had more opportunities with men at the
moment than he knew what to do with.

"Do as you're told," Wesley said as he beckoned Kieran forward; "Suck
little brother's dick."

Kieran dropped his arms and strode forward. He wasn't hard anymore, but his
erection had peeled back his foreskin and when it went flaccid - almost
flaccid - it left the head exposed. He still couldn't look Cameron in the
eye and Cameron still could not believe that Kieran was so handsome, so
gay-friendly and so willing to suck cock.

Especially his own brother's cock.

Whatever Kieran's reason for obeying, Cameron was not going to pass up oral
pleasure.

"Your brother is very obedient. It makes him happy, doesn't it?" Wesley
asked with affection.

Kieran had just dropped to his knees and was two cocks' lengths away from
Cameron's erection. Kieran looked up at Wesley and smiled then nodded. As
Kieran's eyes left Wesley's, they passed the sight of Wesley's cock which
was still half hard. That made Kieran happy too.

"Are you obedient?" Wesley asked Cameron and while Cameron thought of an
answer he told Kieran again: "Start sucking."

Kieran wrapped his left hand around the base of Cameron's cock. It was hot
and hefty and Kieran drew his hand back as he put out his tongue and licked
the tip of his own brother's dick. He could feel Cameron shudder.

Kieran shut his eyes as he slipped his lips over the entire head and
sucked. Cameron shuddered again. When Kieran kissed the tip of the cock
before him, he could feel a sticky string of pre-cum come away - as it
detached from the tip of Cameron's cock, it dribbled onto Kieran's chin.

"I prefer to give instructions," Cameron answered at last.

Kieran had almost forgotten the question that his brother was answering. He
looked up and felt weird. It was weird sucking Cameron's cock and it was
weird to see him dressed in his school uniform, his dick poking out from
his black trousers and his shirt tails hanging untidily and his tie still
knotted at the neck.

"At least mine is bigger," Kieran consoled himself, albeit pettily, as he
put Cameron's cock back in his mouth.

"Is that a fact?" Wesley answered Cameron; "And are you instructing anyone
nice right now?"

Kieran would never ask his brother about his love life. Or sex life,
depending on what kind of life his brother had. Either way, Kieran would
never ask such a thing.

Cameron was obviously enjoying the sensations in his cock because he was
finding it hard to concentrate, to find his words or to breathe normally.

"Oh, my..."

"Yea, he's good isn't he," Wesley said.

Cameron opened his eyes to see Wesley watching them both and beating his
own cock with fast strokes. Wesley sported a seven inch dick, circumcised
and already so close to cumming that he was edging.

"I kind of met someone recently. I've seen him around and..." Cameron
needed a second, he was close to blowing his nut and was trying to stave it
off a little longer. "He's... very agreeable to doing what I ask."

"The best kind of man to have," Wesley said.

Cameron and Wesley locked eyes and then Cameron moaned loudly. Kieran
certainly hoped their parents were still out, if they came in now he'd die
of embarrassment. Cameron instinctively put his hands on Kieran's head as
his balls burst and he shot his cum into his big brother's mouth.

To his credit, Kieran swallowed and kept swallowing until the cum stopped
flowing a few spurts later. Cameron let go of his brother's head and pulled
his dick out of the warm cave of Kieran's mouth. He looked down at - but
not on - his big brother's naked body and could not believe that Kieran had
just sucked him off.

Wesley approached from the side and was obviously ready to cum.

"You know what to do," said Wesley.

Kieran shuffled around to face Wesley just as the guy came - shooting sum
into Kieran's face and then chest. When the shots stopped cumming, Wesley
wiped his dick on Kieran's cheek.

"Good boy," Wesley said offered as a reward for a job well done and patted
Kieran affectionately on the head.

Cameron put his sloppy penis back in his underwear and zipped up his
trousers. He looked halfway decent again - his school uniform restored to
good order. He looked up to see Wesley smiling at him.

"What?" asked Cameron.

"Kieran would never put his dick away without asking," said Wesley, tilting
his head in Kieran's direction.

Cameron looked at his naked brother, still on the floor and refusing to
look his little brother in the eye.

"I'm not Kieran," Cameron replied defiantly.

Wesley half smiled and half chuckled, "No, you're certainly not."

"I'll let you come if you ask nicely," Wesley said to Kieran.

"Please. Please let me cum," Kieran asked - not quite pleading but clearly
he wanted release.

"Don't ask me. Ask him," Wesley told Kieran and nodded to Cameron.

Kieran looked downhearted -he was going to have to ask his little brother
if he could cum?

"Please?" Kieran said, making eye contact with Cameron for as brief a time
as possible.

"You can ask better than that," Wesley interjected.

Kieran sighed and tried again; "Little brother, thank you for letting me
suck your dick. Cam, please let you're big brother shoot his load now?"

"Fine by me," Cameron replied happily, if a little too quickly for Wesley's
liking.

Wesley felt Cameron could have worked in a bit of tension to the situation,
but no matter. Cameron turned to leave to let the lovers get on with it,
after all he had interrupted them having sex.

"You can cum," said Wesley, pausing and waiting until Cameron had opened
the bedroom door; "But only if your brother watches. And only if you look
at him while you jerk off."

Kieran nodded silently.

"Lie down on the floor," Wesley instructed Kieran.

"Don't close the door Cameron, leave it open. You can watch from there
though," Wesley said.

Kieran lay on his back, his legs stretched out, and put his right hand
behind his head. He wanted to please Wesley again and exposing pits was one
of the things he knew Wesley appreciated. Cameron watched from across the
room, towering over Kieran who gripped his dick with his left hand and
pulled himself back into an erection.

Wesley revelled in Kieran's humiliation - his little brother watching with
the bedroom door wide open while Kieran was spread-eagled and
masturbating. Cameron would have refused to participate in Kieran's
humiliation if he thought his brother wasn't enjoying it, but Kieran seemed
to get a thrill out of it. It was an insight borne of his relationship with
Mr Wilson and his proclivities.

Cameron was impressed by his older brother's dick and just a tad
jealous. His dick had been (just under) seven inches long since he was
fourteen so unlikely to get any bigger. Kieran was less tall than him, but
his dick was definitely bigger by at least half an inch.

Kieran watched Cameron as he stroked his cock back and forth. He used the
heel of his left hand to knead the head of his cock and his hand became
slippery with pre-cum. Kieran used his fingers to excite the ridge of his
helmet and causing unendurable sensations to shoot through his body.

Taking a firm grip again, Kieran stroked himself until he came all over his
own body. Sticky, milky splodges covered his chest and belly and dribbled
into his pubes. Kieran looked over at Wesley for validation and was
rewarded with a smile.

"Very good. Bon appetite," Wesley said, licking his own finger to
illustrate his final instruction.

It was one final assertion of the power Wesley had over Kieran. Kieran
could say no, there was no intimidation or pressure; Kieran was not under
Wesley's control by blackmail or fear - he did as he was asked because he
enjoyed subservience.

Like Mr Wilson, Kieran did not behave like a man (a boy) who was weak or
pathetic - neither of them were - some people would think so, but they
didn't understand. Doing as one is told could be difficult and embarrassing
sometimes - and that was not about to get any easier once Kieran turned
eighteen - but he derived real pleasure from it.

Kieran exercised his own power more subtly than Wesley did. Wesley liked to
be in control, but he derived pleasure from being obeyed and from seeing
Kieran obey; this gave Kieran the power over Wesley's pleasure just as much
as Wesley controlled his.

Kieran scooped cum onto his finger and licked it off. To please Wesley,
Kieran ate his own cum while looking at his brother, framed in the
threshold of the open door. Cameron looked like he could beat off again and
needed to get away to think for a little while.

"Ok. So... sorry to interrupt," Cameron said - unable to stop looking at
the naked boy in the room.

Even if it was his seventeen - nearly eighteen- year old brother.

Kieran and Wesley chuckled at Cameron's discomfort now that the fug of
sexual promise and post-coital high had subsided.

"Sure thing. You should probably go, your brother and I need to talk,"
Wesley said.

Cameron stepped backwards over the threshold and gave one last look at his
brother's naked body and then departed. Cameron pulled the door over but
didn't fully close it as he left; it was left only just ajar but enough for
him to listen in.

"So that was interesting," said Wesley. "I know you were reluctant to begin
with..."

"My own little brother, you psycho. What were you thinking?" asked Kieran
replied, for the first time sounding defiant.

"I was thinking it looked hot," Wesley replied.

"I hate you," Kieran said insincerely.

"I know," Wesley replied with a smile. "You were a very good boy."

"I like it when you tell me that," Kieran admitted.

Kieran pulled on some underpants and cleared away the condom that Wesley
had been wearing when Cameron had first walked in.

"You know soon, things are going to change," said Wesley. "We're just
having some fun just now. I'm really looking forward to you turning
eighteen."

"Yes," Kieran replied quietly in a voice of mixed emotions.

"Maybe when Cameron turns eighteen..." Wesley started to say.

"Don't you dare!" Kieran said defensively. "You can't film him too. Talking
me into it is one thing, but I won't let you turn him into a porn star,"
Kieran said.

What! The! Fuck!?

"Erotic actor..." Wesley corrected him, his voice louder - closer to the
bedroom door.

Cameron would have listened to more but Kieran's bedroom door clicked
closed just then and he could only make out the noise of their talking, not
the words themselves. Cameron did not know Wesley very well but he couldn't
help but wonder if Wes had intended him to hear the beginning of their
conversation. Otherwise, why not close the door from the start?

No, Wesley was a clever man. He wanted Cameron to listen in.

Also... Kieran was going to star in porn?

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