YOUNG JASON'S EXPOSURE
By TotallyNakedTom
Part 2 Dark Nights and Neon Lights
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Why
did I do that? Jason thought to himself. He didn't know his roommates that
well, sure, but knowing himself they would most likely see him naked
eventually. Why not now? And he'd been naked in front of so many people just a
few minutes before. Why had he ducked up these stairs? Jason shrugged. Oh,
well. Here he was, upstairs. And what an upstairs it was.
The
stairs in the hall led directly into a darkened living room. The curtains were
drawn, and the windows were open to let in a nice light breeze and by the moon
light that filtered in Jason could see much of the room. Jason stepped further
into the room, his bare feet padding on the carpet. He scratched his head and adjust his scrotum as he explored the room.
The
living room was filled with antique furniture of stained dark wood. The
cushions on the couches were soft velvet with buttons stuck in them, the entire
couch resting on dark stained wooden clawed feet. There were flowers under
glass and exotic birds stuffed about the room. A flamingo stared at him from a
table beside the window.
The
outline of a chandelier shone in the dark above a glass table with Han Solo
frozen in carbonite under it. Jason was curious about all of the items in the
strange new room, but when he saw the Star Wars table, he got excited. It was
cool, and also strangely out of place in this old-fashioned elegant room. He
approached a standing floor lamp with a stained-glass shade and flicked it on
to get a better look at Han Solo's expression under the table.
For a
second once the light was on Jason looked down at the Han Solo table...then he
noticed the middle-aged man in a tuxedo sitting in the corner watching. Jason
jumped. "Oh, my God," he said. "I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't be up here, I
just, um, I just was..." And then Jason remembered he was naked. He looked down
at himself and then up at the man watching him from the corner.
The
man was bald and big, and he wasn't usually the type that Jason was attracted to but he looked good in that suit. When Jason and his folks
arrived from Connecticut, they had met a man who worked for the owner who saw
Jason safely settled in to his new room. He was older and not attractive to
Jason. This was not that man. This was a completely different man. He must be
the owner. Jason was completely naked in front of the man who owned his
apartment building, with nothing to cover himself with. He felt his penis
filling with blood and Jason looked down in horror to see that he was growing a
boner.
Jason
reached out to cover himself.
"Stop,"
the owner commanded.
Jason
stopped. He looked directly at the owner and stood with his hands at his sides
as his semi grew to a full erection.
The owner
leaned back, crossing his legs, tapping his black polished shoe in the air. The
light from the lamp gleamed off it and the gold of his cuff links. What was
going to happen? Jason thought. Would the owner throw him out? Would he tell
Jason's parents about his nude antics? Jason was scared now...and yet another
throb of blood made his dick even harder.
For
some time, the owner just looked Jason over, impassively. Finally, he spoke,
"well, this is a rare treat. It is very rare that a beautiful naked Twink
delivers himself into my rooms, fully boned."
Jason
blushed. "Um, yes, sorry about that, sir. I just-"
"You
just what?"
"Well,
I..."
"Let
me guess," said the owner. "You were walking around naked, and you were about
to be caught so you slipped up the stairs and here we are."
"Yeah,"
said Jason. "Exactly. How did you know?"
"I
heard bare feet downstairs and then a door opening. Then you appeared. So I sort of assumed that's what happened."
"Oh."
Silence
stretched between them. The owner sat tapping his foot, calm, not a care in the
world. Jason stood rigid, tense, naked with a full boner.
"Well,"
said the owner eventually. "Are you going to stroke it for me?"
Jason's
cock twitched. He'd already cum twice tonight, but the thought of jerking off
for this stranger was enticing. He reached for his boner and then stopped.
"Do
it, boy," said the owner.
And
Jason reached out and took hold of his own penis and began to jerk himself.
"That's
it, jerk off for me, boy."
And
Jason jerked. His bare feet felt the carpet. A breeze flitted across his back.
The stuffed birds watched him from every corner of the room. Han Solo looked up
in agony from beneath the glass of the table. The owner watched him from his
chair, his eyes never leaving Jason's face or body or dick.
"Go
ahead, cum on Han."
Jason
came all over the glass. He looked down to see Han Solo's face distorted by his
cum. The owner clapped and Jason looked up at him.
"Good,
boy," said the owner. "Well, well. I am Ernesto, and you are?"
"Jason."
"Jason,
Jason, good to meet you." Ernesto rose and held out his hand. Jason took his
hand, and shook it, realizing a second too late that his own right hand had a
slick coating of jizz along the back. They broke the
hand shake and Ernesto held the jizz that had
transferred to his hand to his nose and sniffed it. Then he plucked a Kleenex
from a nearby box and wiped off the jizz. He handed
the box to Jason who wiped off his hand and then the table glass. Ernesto
produced a small garbage can and Jason threw the soiled Kleenex into it. There
were still smears of cum on the table. Jason looked at them, reaching for
another Kleenex. "Leave it, a gift we'll say."
That
made Jason laugh. "My cum is a gift?"
"I'll
always remember you cumming on it. So yeah, it's a gift." Ernesto looked Jason
up and down. "Turn around," he said softly.
Jason
turned so that Ernesto could ogle his ass for a few moments and then he turned
back around.
"A boy
like you shouldn't have a need for clothes," he whispered.
"I do
like not wearing them as much as possible."
"I
wonder if we might come to some arrangement..."
"What
sort of arrangement?" Jason was worried now.
"Nothing
you would object to, I hope. I would like you to never wear clothes while in
this building. Tell your roommates whatever you want, but you walk around naked
even if they're around. You dress and undress on the porch."
Blood
rushed to Jason's penis at that. It would be so humiliating dressing and
undressing on the porch where anyone could see. Being naked in front of his
roommates, while he was cooking, going to the bathroom, just hanging out in the
living room. Fuck, that would be humiliating too but it would also be so
awesome.
"And
once a week, whenever you feel like it you scurry up here and jerk off on
something in this room. If I'm here I will watch. If I'm not here I will savor
the spunk you left behind."
Jason's
penis grew a bit harder at that. This actually sounded kind of fun. Go into a
rich guy's place and cum on his stuff.
"If
you meet these conditions, you do not need to pay rent for the rest of your
stay." Jason's mouth fell open. "Is it a deal?"
"Um,
yeah, that sounds good, great, actually."
"Good,
good. Let's draw up a contract."
Ernesto
led Jason into a bedroom off the living room. It was furnished in antique dark
stained wood furniture like the living room. There was an old fashioned rolltop
desk in the corner. Ernesto opened it and drew out a sheet of paper. He wrote down
the conditions he had verbalized a few moments ago and signed it. He held out
the pen to Jason who read it over.
"It
probably isn't all that legally binding on your end, but perhaps it could be
binding on my end. I don't know. This is more a formalization of an agreement
between us. We don't have to have anything signed if you don't want, I just
thought you might feel better about it."
Jason
shrugged and signed the paper. "Sure, why not."
"Great,"
and Ernesto photocopied the contract in the corner and handed the original to
Jason. Then Ernesto stood looking Jason over. "You're beautiful," he said
finally.
Jason
blushed. "Thank you," he smiled, brushing his hair back.
"Well,
you must be tired. Why don't you get to bed."
Jason
turned to go and then he turned back.
"Can I
see your cock?" he asked.
Ernesto
was a little surprised. "Sure." He opened up his fly and pulled his penis and
balls out through the zipper. It was long and heavy.
"Nice,"
said Jason. "Were you at a party tonight or something?" He gestured to the tux
Ernesto wore.
"I'm a
voice actor. I've done rather well at it. I was at an awards ceremony."
"That's
really cool! Why do you live here then?"
"I got
a more expensive house in Beverly Hills for a time but
it was lonely and boring. Here I can always have company if I want, there's
rooms for four downstairs and every so often a sexy Twink comes to stay."
Jason
started thinking about it. He did not know his roommates very well, but they
were all four of them sexy men, even if they weren't super models or anything.
"You choose us because we're hot..."
Ernesto
shrugged. "I do have you selected based on how much I would want to see you
naked. It is an abuse of power but until now, I haven't gotten to see a single
one of my tenants naked."
"Would
you extend the same deal you made with me to any of them if they were up for
it?"
Ernesto
considered. "Yes, to any or all of them."
Jason
smiled. "I figure I'm going to get to know some of my roomies a bit better from
now on," Jason laughed.
"That
you are," said Ernesto, giving Jason's butt a playful spank. "Now, go to bed.
It's late."
And
Jason padded naked down the stairs.
His
next room over roommate's door was open and the living room door was mostly
closed, and he heard faint TV noises and saw it flicker beneath the door. His
roomie was sitting in there watching TV. Jason looked to his closed bedroom
door and then to the cracked living room door. He would have to face his
roommates naked as the day he was born soon enough. Why not get it over with
now? Jason slipped into the living room, his cock growing a little as he went.
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