Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2011 22:44:25 -0500
From: Rusty Jerris <drephenishere@gmail.com>
Subject: The Artist (Young friends)

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This is a completely fictional story and involves sexual activities
between minors.

The Artist

Chapter One: You start today.
I was bored. There wasn't much to do in this small Alaskan town. I had
been going through the same stale routine during and after school for
the first half of 6th grade. I really needed a new hobby, something
exciting. I had tried Tae Kwon Do, fencing, gymnastics, video games,
bungee-jumping, and parkour, but each one only gave me temporary
satisfaction, apparently nothing could satisfy me for long.
One of my friend's brother's was a master of fine arts, I was told.
The older boy had been a mischief maker, a delinquent of sorts until
he found a passion behind sculpting, plays, painting, and much more.
Perhaps I could find my passion in the same way; whatever way that
might be.
That Friday, my friend Bain, and his mom, picked me up at 7:00 pm to
come over to his place. The strange boy was very shy, and appeared to
be younger than everyone else in the grade. Even so, he was very fast
and surprisingly strong, making him an asset to the football team and
popular at school. I was one of the only people he talked to, as we
played a nerdy online game called "Runescape" together.
Bain had short brown hair and hazel eyes. His face was lightly dotted
with freckles, and his skin was as pale as everyone else in Alaska.
We pulled up to his house, which appeared to be a mansion, having six
tall white columns, four levels, and basement larger than my own
house. It was to be expected, as the family was one of the richest in
the state.
As we entered, Bain waved me a "good-bye" and went up to his room,
leaving me to find my way through Devin's domain in the basement.
There, the thirteen-year old boy worked wonders both his hands and his
mind. He mainly enjoyed creating Greek-themed art, and was known for
making swords, shield, armored soldiers, paintings and statues of any
person he could. I had to weave my way between sculptures, large and
small, as I worked my way to Devin. As I was exiting the cluttered
pathway, I noticed a painting of a naked boy, greatly resembling Bain,
brandishing a large sword. I wondered how it was made so realistic.
The detail was so precise.
The next room I entered was quite large, with white walls and a wooden
floor. A stage on the far side of the room held a familiar face, while
a boy who could only be Devin sat five meters from him, carving a
statue.  The other boy was lying naked on an artificial slanted rock,
with what seemed to be spear piercing his chest, while Devin was
drilling away at an apparently incomplete version of what was before
him. I recognized the boy from school as Bain's good friend, Coby. He
was one of the more popular boys in 6th grade, having the muscles and
height of an 8th grader.
I approached the scene slowly, careful not to make any noise and stay
out of sight. To my dismay, Devin turned around and spotted me almost
instantly, as if he sensed me coming. Instead of shouting angrily, he
waved me over, and then quietly put his hand to his mouth in a
"shushing" gesture. I was fearful that Coby would see me, but luckily,
the boy had his eyes closed, supposedly dead. Even if he opened them
now, he would only see the blinding shine of stage lights illuminating
from where Devin and I were.
>From there, I had a much fuller view of Coby. Despite the boy
projecting manliness and strength, the aspects of his body he claimed
to have simply did not exist. Rather than having a "man's hairy cock",
he was completely hairless save for the pitch black hair on his head.
His supposedly large penis was lying against his stomach, no bigger
than a nine-year old child's, and his "giant" balls were confined to a
small tight sack, clinging to the base of his penis. The rest of his
body, usually hidden under the boy's school uniform, was white and
smooth, with pink or red accenting his most delicate features. His
whole body glowed with intensity as the beams of light lit up his
body, almost angelically. The view was strange. Maybe it was just
strange because I had never seen a boy so fully naked before, maybe
because it contrasted so much with what he would have expected from
Coby. Either way, the peaceful boy was quite a magnificent sight,
almost beautiful.
Devin began talking casually to me, not even pausing from his work,
"Bain told me you were coming, he said you are looking for a hobby?" I
quickly turned away to look at Coby, but his eyes still lay closed.
Devin noted my jumpiness.
"Don't worry about him" he said calmly, "this electric drill pretty
much drowns out all other noise." He indicated to a drill on the tarp
next to me. The deep hum of the motor even muffled his voice a little.
I began to relax.
"Well...yeah, I've not found anything exciting anymore, and I don't want
to end up like you did. I want a hobby like you."
"Oh? And how did I end up exactly?" I began to blush a little. He
grinned at my reaction. "I'm just having fun, kid. But really, if
you've come to me to get tips on what to do, you're out of luck. My
parents forced me to do different activities, and I just happened to
like the arts. Either keep looking or find a job."
It was a little disappointing, but I didn't fully expect him to have
the answer to my problem. "Well" I replied. "I'm too young for a job,
most of which are boring anyways, and I've tried most everything
else." It was sad; I would probably just be bored until high school. I
started to walk off, but Devin intervened before I moved a meter.
"I could hire you" he began, as nonchalantly as he could muster. He
began to walk towards me, leaving the drill running on the ground.
"Lets see..." he said, observing my person. "Medium blonde hair...deep
blue eyes...a slender young body, and of course, the pale skin that all
us Alaskans have. You should do fine." He walked back over to his
sculpture.
"It's about 100$ per job, and from what I hear, it can be pretty fun."
It was a weird offer, but the money and excitement were worth a shot.
"Do I...uh...have to be naked?" It seemed a little strange letting another
boy stare at your naked body for hours each week, and I certainly
didn't want anyone walking in on me like this.
He grinned. "Oh, well, not if you don't want to. I have lots of
different outfits I could use you in, but you would be paid less. And
you don't have to do it by yourself; sometimes I have people doing
stuff together." The idea sounded interesting, and I didn't have to go
out of my comfort zone as long as I didn't want to.
"I'll do it" I replied eagerly.
"Good. You're hired. You start today."

Chapter 2: You're naked.

I sat down next to Devin for the remainder of the sculpting, thinking
about what was to come. "You'd better leave, or at least hide" Devin
said as he worked on finishing some minor details, "Coby doesn't like
strangers to see him naked. Despite this hypocritical display, he is
actually quite shy of his body. No wonder why, either, eh?"  I didn't
respond.
I gathered my stuff and walked soundlessly behind a sculptor near the
stage. Another naked Bain, this time riding an angry boar. He must
have practiced on Bain. I lightly dropped my backpack to the ground,
but apparently something inside cracked anyways. I silently cursed. I
looked inside and saw that was just a bag of chips. As I was putting
them back, I spotted my video recorder from when my parents tried to
get me into video-making. I pulled it out and turned it on. Footage of
a naked Coby could be worth a lot in my future, especially if I wanted
protection from bullying. I peered between a leg and the stomach of
the boar to get a good view.
As I did so, Devin turned off the drill and started putting his stuff
away. Coby began to stir at the lack of noise. I pointed my device at
him and zoomed in as best I could. He stood up slowly, making no
attempt to hide himself, and walked towards Devin. They began to
discuss the statue. I had a good view of his front, making it easy to
make out both his face and tiny penis with stunning quality. I could
have stopped there, as I had enough to ruin him if it ever came to the
light of day, but it was rather exciting to film him naked. Coby
walked around the newly formed statue of him and stopped to examine
the details, giving me a great view of his entire body, particularly
his butt. Satisfied, he went over to a pile of clothes and got
dressed. He and Devin then walked down the hallway toward the stairs
to the main floor.
Devin returned with Bain a few minutes later, and he called me out of
hiding. I secretly plugged my video recorder into a stage outlet in
order to keep it charged. I zoomed in on the stage area, and left it
there. Who knows if something interesting might happen? I walked over
to him to discuss what exactly we were going to do. "A client requests
a painting of this" He held up a picture of two ancient boys fighting,
one a naked savage, the other a stoic soldier. He went to a nearby
closet and pulled out armor pieces and two daggers. "Get dressed" he
said. He and Bain moved towards another closet. I fumbled with the
armor as I put them over my clothes, eventually though, I got them on.
After finishing, Devin turned around to look at me.
"Terrible" he stated. "When I say `put these clothes on,' I mean only
those clothes. I can see your t-shirt and pants, it doesn't look
remotely medieval. Take everything off and put on only the right
clothes." He turned around and began to mix paints and wet brushes. I
took everything off except my underwear, and looked down. It too,
would show through. I looked up to see if either brother was watching.
Devin was still attentive to his paints, but Bain was staring at me. I
moved out of view of my own camera, turned away from Bain, and slid my
underwear down. My face burned as I swiftly put on the medieval
undergarments. Bain was surely staring at my butt. As soon as I was
covered with the medieval cloth, I attempted to put the armor on. My
clumsy efforts caused Bain to came over and help me buckle the armor.
He then led me to a large mirror. I looked somewhat like a warrior, in
everything but my childish face.
"How do I look?" I called over to Devin. He was setting paints on the
floor; he didn't answer but waved me over instead. We walked back over
to Devin and waited for our next instructions.
"You look fine; now help me paint the savage tattoos on Bain." Bain
began to undress, just as I did. After he removed all his clothes, he
stood there in the nude. A shiver of delight went down my spine. Just
looking at his bare skin was pleasing. I waited to see what his outfit
would be, hoping it would take a while to retrieve. I imagined some
strange foreign garb or scraggly old robes. But no, he just continued
to stand there naked, eventually taking some weird position, as if he
were doing star jumps but with his knees bent.
This view was even stranger than seeing Coby. I played, walked and
talked with Bain on a daily basis, and suddenly he sheds all his
clothes right in front of me, revealing his smooth, lightly freckled
body. We had never seen each other naked before, this wasn't something
anyone commonly did, and yet he didn't hesitate.
Devin slid some cards over to me and began copying the designs onto
Bain's bare body. I read my first card. "Legs, feet, and thighs" A
picture next to it showed the design and how it looked finished on the
limb. I dipped my brush and paint and slid it over the other boy's
naked skin. It was strange, I had great view of everything a boy
should want to hide from everyone, yet Bain didn't seem to notice that
his penis and balls were in plain sight of anyone who entered. Me in
particular.
Distracted by my thoughts, my clipped the side of Bain's penis as I
did his upper thigh. The touch was like a jolt of electricity to me,
and caused his penis to spasm slightly. I looked up to see if he
noticed, but if he did, he didn't show it.
After a minute, I had finished his legs and feet. I looked up to see
where Devin was, and he had already done Bain's face, arms, and upper
chest, and more elegantly. I quick drew my next card. "Crouch and
rear." Curious, I quickly snapped up the card to see the design. The
zoomed in photo of the boy on the picture had a pure green shaft, with
a red ballsack, and a second picture showed hand prints on his
butt-cheeks. His groin and crack were orange. Slightly confused,
mostly excited, I dipped into the green and started painting Bain's
penis green. From his face, you wouldn't think someone was stroking is
penis with a paintbrush, but there I was, coloring Bain's privates as
if it were the norm. When the day started, I never would have thought
this is what I might end up doing.
The backside of his penis was out of view, so I tried to paint it by
guesswork. Bain apparently noticed and stared at me. "Just lift it up"
he said, "You keep getting green on my balls." I looked up to see him
frowning, and then he made a hand gesture as if he were lifting a
penis up and painting the back of it. It was very awkward. I blushed.
I lightly pinched the end of his foreskin and lifted up. It twitched
in my grip, causing my body to shudder in response.
I painted quickly, letting go of his pinkish tip almost the instant I
was done. Next was his ballsack. I didn't know you could have freckles
there, but Bain did. I dipped into the red and began to paint. Once
again, I had to lift Bain's penis, as it was blocking a small portion
of his sack. I carefully grabbed his tip again. He must not have
expected it, because this time his entire left leg quivered at my
touch. This took longer than expected, as I had to color over the
green I had accidentally gotten on it while painting his penis. I
realized that both times I had touched his boyhood, I had held my
breath. I wasn't sure why.
The base of his sack was almost unreachable, unless he was to bend
over and let me paint him from behind. I wasn't about to ask him to do
that. I gently pushed his sack upwards with my freehand, enabling me
to finish the genitals. The sudden hand to balls contact made his sack
tighten, somehow even tighter than it already was. As I was holding
Bain's nuggets, I absorbed more details of their texture than I should
have wanted to. The sack itself was soft and warm, gradually relaxing
to my touch. Initially, I had pushed too hard, and had actually felt
one of his nuts through the sack. My own penis began to tingle from
all the activity; I wasn't sure why this happened either.
I looked up. Devin had already finished most everything else, and was
on the upper back. I swiftly painted his groin and moved on. I covered
my hands in yellow paint and pressed one hand on each warm cheek. The
touch must have been cold, because his buttocks muscles flexed in
response to my touch. I then slid an orange finger down his crack,
causing him to rise, just for a moment, to his tip-toes.
 "Done." I exclaimed. I looked around and saw that Devin was sitting
in his chair, waiting on me. He was smiling at me as if I had done
something childishly cute. It was annoying.
"We'll have to wait for him to dry, won't take more than a minute" he
stated. He pulled me over to the stage and lay me down on a fake bed
of grass with my knees propped up.
Bain, now dry, sat on my belly and held his dagger with both hands, as
if he were in the process of plunging the dagger into my chest. His
warmth made my belly tingle. I held up a knife as if to protect
myself, and Devin began to paint on a large canvas, probably a
life-sized image of us. As time went by, I became more aware of
everything I was touching. The artificial grass prickled the back of
my neck uncomfortably; the armor pressed my chest, making breathing a
slight chore. Even more uncomfortably, a great warmth slowly appeared
just above my belly, and it took me a minute to realize what it was.
Bain's balls were pressed tightly up against my belly. The more and
more I thought about it, the more my own crouch tingled. My penis
began to slowly rise, until it pressed into one of his butt cheeks. I
hoped he didn't notice. I looked up to see what he was doing, but my
own eyes met his hazel ones. Warmth exploded into my body, seemingly
from his. My head began to buzz and my heart began to pound. A feeling
I had never felt was forming, and I was determined to hide it away.
Twenty minutes later, we were done. We got up to look at the finished
work. It was quite amazing, like looking into a mirror of sorts. He
had made us do crazy expressions until we found the right ones, and it
really did look like a savage boy attacking some young guard in an
open field.
Devin sighed. "Well, you did good Joshua, but I only did alright. I'll
see if the buyer will take it. For now, we need to wash Bain off."
"Not yet" Bain smiled, "I rather like these tattoos." He danced around
for a bit, still naked, his boyhood bouncing around as he fought an
invisible enemy. I changed quickly and went to get my stuff.  All in
all, the day was rather exciting. I suspect this hobby will die down
as quick as the others, but I may as well come back until it does. I
spoke with Devin about when to come back, and he agreed to pay me now,
as an investment of sorts.
Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground by Bain. He rolled me over and
sat on my chest, grinning wildly. He screamed like a wild savage as he
tickled my armpits.
"Bain, get off!" I half-gasped, half-laughed. His crouch was too close
to my face for comfort. I tried to push him off, but he pinned my arms
with his legs in the process. Incidentally, this caused him to spread
his thighs. The view caused my body to once again surge with warmth. I
struggled to get him off me, but he simply would not go.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME" I screamed.
Bain, taken aback, let go. I pushed him off. "What's wrong" he asked, confused.
"Nothing." I spat. I walked off in anger. Why was I so angry? I was
enjoying it, yet I wasn't.
I knew why, but I didn't. There was only one cause, and I whispered it back.
"You're naked."

Chapter Three: Holy shit

That night, I went straight to my room and took out my video recorder.
I began to watch the footage, which was surprisingly well centered on
Bain stripping. As soon as I saw his plump little butt, I had to pause
it. I felt uncomfortable for some reason... I wasn't sure why, but I had
to be naked. I stripped down, jumped on my bed and resumed the video.
I had never done anything like this before, but it felt good.
Each moment I saw, I could remember the very feelings, almost stronger
than when they even happened. When I saw when my hand clip his penis,
a wave of energy surged through my body, from my brain down to my
crouch. I looked past the video to confirm what I felt, my penis was
slowly rising. Everything I was doing was weird, unlike me in any way,
but it felt right. And more importantly, it felt good.
Each stroke of the brush, I could feel almost as though I were Bain in
that moment. My rolled over in my bed and began to thrust my body into
the bed, over and over. The video continued, and I grabbed his penis.
I could feel it twitch in my hand. My breathing became more strenuous,
my thrusting became faster, stronger. The bed wasn't hard enough. I
looked around and grabbed a pillow, placing it between my thighs. I
started the endless rhythm again.
I saw myself in the video grab Bain's penis a second time. His
un-expecting body spasmed at my touch. I could feel the soft tip, warm
between my fingers. I closed my eyes, dropping the recorder to the
floor. Imagination was beginning to take over. My body wrapped around
his, my right hand clutching his left butt cheek while my other hand
was wrapped around his body. We stared each other in the eyes, his
amazingly beautiful hazel eyes, our faces slowly but sure moving
closer until...
Suddenly, I heard a gasp. It wasn't me either. I stopped wildly
bouncing my mid-section against my pillow and came back to reality. I
looked around and saw a boy standing in my doorway. It was a
fundamental mistake not to lock the door, but that thought was not
foremost on my mind.
I was thinking "WHY THE $*%$ IS BAIN IN MY ROOM," or something along
those lines. I was too distressed to remember.
He had come over several times before, and my mom always sent him up
my room. There was nothing really all that strange about how he ended
up there. The only thing strange this time was that I was completely
naked, riding my pillow, humping it over and over right in front of
him. I wasn't sure if I were angrier or more embarrassed about his
presence.
He was just staring at me, his mouth wide open.  I stared back for a
few moments, frozen in my own despair. I somehow gathered my strength
back. I quickly pulled my bed sheets over my vulnerable body and
screamed "GET OUT." I  was visibly trembling at this point. He dropped
a small stack of cash and ran out.
I whispered something I wasn't allowed to... "holy shit..."

Chapter 4: And he liked it.
I quickly shut the door and locked it before anyone else could enter.
I looked at the cash on the ground. It was 120$, an early payment for
whatever I would do this week. I was supposed to get it, before I left
in a fury. Bain probably felt bad about whatever he had done to upset
me, which neither of us seems to know what exactly that was. Devin had
let him deliver the money to me personally, in hopes of redeeming our
friendship. Instead, the good intentions turned sour. He had walked in
on my naked rampage. I honestly don't even know exactly what I was
doing, or if I was the only one to ever do it. Bain certainly hadn't
done it; his face was full of confusion, with a hint of curiosity. I
couldn't blame him though; I was still wondering exactly what had
compelled me to do such a thing.
I decided that these feelings were bad, though I had no idea why. I
couldn't keep up a friendship with Bain if I kept acting like this. He
was a good friend, and I didn't want to lose him. I would have to
apologize for my anger at him, and suppress my feelings forevermore.
Still nude, I fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
The next day, I was scheduled to be at Devin's from dawn to dusk. As a
new face, I'm in a higher demand than the regulars, or so he said.
I entered the mansion, greeted Mrs. Glidewell, and hurried down the stairs.
To my dismay, he was already down there, still painted with tattoos,
standing next to Devin. Both were waiting for me. There would be no
chance to talk to Bain without Devin overhearing...probably. I hope Bain
hadn't told him what he saw. I turned red at the very thought. He was
too shy to talk about something like that though.
Devin waved me over, "Hey Joshy boy, the guy who got that painting
really liked it."
"Oh wow, really? Yeah, you actually get even more than Bain gave you
yesterday. The buyer likes you; he gave a bonus just for you so it
would "inspire you" to keep at it. And are you and Bain cool? I know
you left in a hurry yesterday." I looked over at Bain, he looked
worried about what I would say.
I beamed a fake smile as I lied "Yes, we're fine now."
Devin smiled. "Good, because you two are working together again
today... A Native America battle dance! I will be filming while you and
Bain dance together. I already choreographed the whole thing; you two
will just have to learn the moves."
Dancing with Bain could be fun, but it would make for an awkward
beginning, seeing as how I left him yesterday.
"Okay, here's your stuff" Devin said, motioning to some outfits,
"hurry up and change, we have a lot of work to do today." I went over
to the boar and changed out of view. The tiny costume fit, but it
didn't cover much.  I set up my video recorder again as I hid. Every
day here seems to have something worth recording. Still, I was a
little upset about my outfit.
 "Devin?" I called from behind the boar.
"Yeah Joshua? You okay?"
"Yeah...but this outfit...you can almost see my privates. I feel like I'm
naked... I don't think I can wear this."
"Ah, well, you aren't naked and we can't see your privates, so hurry
up so we can get started. I've already done a lot of work on this, you
can't just quit now because you might get seen naked."
"Well...it itches too!" A last stich effort.
"I know, but its only itches a little. You'll be fine."
He was right though; I can't throw away his work for "mights" and
"almosts."I came out from behind the boar, wearing little more than
flimsy leaves. I turned red as I covered myself and sidled over to the
mirror.
My waist was surrounded by a dark green vine, with thin yellow leaves
sparsely hanging down, just barely covering my front. A bizarre
headdress lay across my ears, giving me a slightly effeminate look due
to the flowers. I put my hands to my hips. At least you can't see my
privates, and that gave me confidence.
Bain had it worse than I, but he probably didn't mind. I'm glad I
didn't get his outfit. One large leaf covered each of his hips, but
nothing else. In fact, he made it worse than it had to be, the outfit
could be twisted so that the leaves would cover his butt and penis,
but he simply chose not to. Instead of a headdress, he wore a fancy
crown of vines and large grassy cuffs at his ankles and wrists.
I took the time at the mirror to talk to him, though I couldn't look
him in the eyes.
"Bain...I'm sorry for everything. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at
myself. I'm just confused about what's happening to me, and I've just
been taking it out on you... Last night, I don't even know what I was
doing... It was weird and embarrassing, and I'll never do it again. I
hope we can still be friends." I looked up to see his reaction; he was
smiling.
"I'm relieved, Josh, I was just afraid you were mad at me."
"So..." I said awkwardly "friends?"
"Friends" he agreed. He walked towards me and hugged me. I hugged him
back. His penis touched my thigh.
This would be difficult.
"What's Devin doing?" I asked, breaking the embrace and diverting my
thoughts away from Bain's penis.
"Oh, he's mixing you some body paint, kind of like mine!" he
exclaiming excitedly, gesturing to his fake tattoos.
I stomped over to Devin, this needs to be straightened out. "Devin...I
really don't want body paint." In truth, I just didn't want them to
paint me. Even if they didn't paint my privates, anyone painting my
legs would have a good view of them.
"Well, too bad, so sad, it would ruin the illusion if you weren't
painted up like Bain. Now, get into the position." Apparently he was
referring to the position Bain had gotten into yesterday. I grudgingly
took "the position."
Devin always seemed to get his way.
They began to paint my skin. Devin started with yellow on my legs
while Bain created intricate black and red patterns on my face. It was
uncomfortable having Devin down there. He had a clear view of my
privates, should he choose to look. I kept a constant watch on him,
but he never even tried to peak. He must see enough boy penises and
balls during his career.
So far, the only feeling I had was a light tickling sensation. I might
actually make it through this. As Devin finished my legs, he dipped
his brush into purple. I would love a purple design on my belly;
something centered around my belly button would be cool. But this was
not to be, because Devin, without warning, grabbed my penis with his
forefinger and thumb and began to paint. I was too shocked to respond
for a moment. Aren't you supposed to warn somebody about this kind of
thing beforehand? He knew well that I didn't like people seeing my
privates, why would he grab them and paint them without my permission?
I jerked my entire body backwards, taking a large step. My slick
purple penis slipped through Devin's fingers, momentarily giving me a
strange yet good feeling.  However, the step was too much, and I
accidentally backed into Bain, planting my butt into his stomach.
Still, the force of my step had not yet finished, and the blow knocked
him flat on his back. I tripped as I stumbled into him, twisting and
finally landing on top of him, face to face.
I was only on him for an instant, but during that short time I could
feel every point of contact between him and I. His mouth was lightly
pressed against my cheek, exhaling warm, moist air all over my face.
His arms, which reflexively caught me, were wrapped around my sides,
leaving burning impressions of his hands. Worst of all though, our
ballsacks were pressed tightly against each other's, leaving my penis
to lay across his. I rolled off him as quickly as I could, and stood
up even quicker. It was too late though, even the smallest of amount
of time possible would have been too long. Our ballsacks and been
pressed together, and our penises and rubbed up against one another.
My crouch was once again radiating with heat, and my feelings about
Bain were once again forced upon my mind.
Devin glared at me "What was that about?" He couldn't possibly be so naïve.
I covered my crouch with my hands, hiding my rising shaft. "What do
you mean `what was that about'" I mimicked. "You know I don't like
people touching my privates, let alone seeing them! You grabbed my
dick without any sort of warning. Did you think I wouldn't mind?"
Bain looked genuinely confused at my anger, as he apparently had no
concept of shame, but Devin looked slightly guilty, knowing he had
done wrong.
"Fine fine..." he admitted "I should have asked. I don't really think
about that kind of thing down here though, you have to understand. I
do it all the time, and nobody ever even thinks twice about it, except
you. So... may I please paint your cock and ass so that we can film
today?"
I smiled victoriously, "Yes, now that you've asked politely, you may!"
I realized a few moments later what I had just done, and that my
spiteful attitude had just given Devin access to my balls, my penis,
and even my butt, from pretty much here on out. I was too proud to
admit my mistake. But at least it was Devin , I think I can handle
him, but definitely not Bain.
Devin put a stern face. "Well then, let's get too it. But first, Bain,
you have some of Joshy's purple paint on your dick, you'll need to
wipe it off before it dries." He glanced at my face, only to see a
frown. Smiling at the exchange of purple penis pant, he once again
grabbed my foreskin. This time, I did not yank away, though I was
tempted to. I just let the older boy do his work.
Each stroke of the brush tingled in an unfamiliar yet pleasant way,
and the small fire in my gut began to burn once more. I tried to turn
my thoughts towards something that could distract me from the feeling,
but I had only ever used them to subdue a quick peak in the bathroom
or accidental brush of skin on skin. I had no technique to overcome
constant attention, such as the flicker of Devin's brush. Just when my
I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he recoiled, finished with my
penis. I sighed in relief, but the victory was short-lived. Devin
grasped the lower skin of my ballsack, just as I had done to Bain,
stretching it upwards so he could paint the underside. His strokes
were much less provoking, but nevertheless caused my already wounded
crouch to become defeated.
I looked down to see Devin's reaction to my blazing erection, but his
expressionless face betrayed nothing. He seemed to be hard at work,
painting patterns the sides of my groin; it's possible he was too busy
to notice. It's a wonder he wasn't staring at it. If I leaned forward
even a little, I could poke him in the eye with it.
The more I thought about it, the more it flexed and jumped, drawing
attention to itself. I quickly gathered my wits, and concentrated on
my grades, my cat, just anything to distract my body from its primal
hunger. The process was successful after about half a minute, and my
penis began its slow descent back to its original form.
A few minutes later, and I was a fully painted Native American warrior.
Bain and I worked on the strange dance for hours, effort pouring from
our hearts. At first, I enjoyed the experience, dancing with a good
friend. The movements were slow and basic, allowing us to fluidly move
in synergy. I even forgot about my flimsy outfit and danced with
passion. However, when Devin turned his high quality video camera on,
I became aware of everything.
We stood three meters across from each other, with our arms straight
up. We both cartwheeled diagonally to the right, picking weapons off
the ground as we did so. Bain held a bulky great sword while I wielded
a long spear. Our war dance was a series of jumping strikes and
dodges, preplanned to look at least somewhat professional. I could
feel my own boyhood bouncing around during each attack, and if mine
looked anything like Bain's, there was a lot of bouncing to be done. I
tried to concentrate on the dance at hand as I dodged a swipe by
bending backward into the spider walk position, but I was very aware
that my penis was poking up through my leaves. I quickly got back on
my feet and retaliated with a moon kicked aimed at Bain's head. My
high leg gave the camera a nice view of everything I wanted to hide,
but I powered through it. The series of exchanges continued, and
eventually I gave up trying to hide my body. We would just have to
redo it with different clothes. As we neared the final moves, Bain did
a sweeping kick at my legs, destined to finish me off. However, he
sweep was much faster than normal, and he actually painfully tripped
me with a greater force than any of the practice ones. As a result,
most of the leaves of my vine belt were flipped the wrong way,
covering my belly rather than my penis. I glanced at Devin as I lay on
the ground actually groaning instead of pretend groaning.  He was
pointing the camera at me and grinning. I didn't attempt to cover
myself, it didn't really matter; I was going to make him redo it
anyway. Bain stood over me howling triumphantly.
The play was concluded. Bain looked over to Devin to check whether we
had been successful. Devin nodded in confirmation.
Bain dropped his weapon and stripped off his itchy garb. I would have
done the same had I been so shameless.
Devin picked up the video camera and quickly walked off to the other
end of the room. Bain and I followed hastily. He put the SD card of
the camera into a laptop connected to a projector. The video started
and we watched it without exchanging any words. The quality was
amazing, every tiny detail was clear.
It started off with us cartwheeling to the side. It had taken us
twenty minutes of straight cartwheeling to perfect it, and perfect it
was. I was facing away from the camera while Bain was facing towards
it. As I thought, the leaves of my outfit fell with gravity, revealing
my white butt as I flipped through the air. A series of attacks and
dodges followed in which I began to realize something. While my outfit
was long enough to just barely cover my privates while I looked in a
mirror, any movement would cause the flimsy leaves to flip up,
revealing everything. With the constant movement, the leaves barely
covered anything at all. Throughout the entire video, either my butt
or my penis was clearly distinguishable. I was growing angrier the
more I watched, and this time it wasn't at me. Devin had been
deceiving me. I would wait until the end though.
 The video was almost concluded; I watched Bain's aggressive sweeping
kick. I knew he didn't really mean to just by looking at him, he was
obviously caught up in his role.
After the final attack, the camera zoomed in and panned over my
defeated body, giving the buyer an HD close-up view of my penis and
ballsack, though partially covered by a pair of thin long leaves.
Devin shut off the video and clapped. "Well done, you two, that was
more than anything I could have wanted! This one will get you both
quite a lot of money."
I stood up and interjected. "Sorry Devin" I said loudly, "but I didn't
like it, I want to redo it with different clothes. My privates were
clearly visible the entire time. You knew beforehand that I didn't
want that."
Devin grinned at me. "I wouldn't say clearly, but I get your point.
The problem is, Joshy, I don't have any costumes that you would find
suitable. The buyer pays a lot more if the order comes in the next
day. We'll lose a lot of money if we don't send this one in." His
words couldn't sway me this time.
I smiled back. "Well then, too bad. I guess we'll just have to lose a
lot of money. I don't want that video going in even if it means a lot
less pay."
Devin glared at me. Then grinned. "I'm just going to go ahead and send
it in anyways." He started walking towards the stairs.
No way, he couldn't, not without my permission. He would lose his
newest employee.
"You can't!" I half cried, half screamed. "I'll quit if you do!" He
kept walking, leaving me and Bain alone in the basement.
I began to cry. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
"FUCK DEVIN" I screamed as I tore my outfit off in anger. Bain stared
at me in disbelief. I had spent all this time hiding my body, only to
reveal myself fully to him. I started to walk over to my clothes, but
Bain intervened, looking determined. He saw the sadness, the anger in
my eyes, and leapt forward to hug me. It was a well needed hug too,
something I could only get from Bain. We fell onto the staged as I
cried all over him.
He was all I ever needed. And, only thinking for a moment, I took a
chance. It was one nobody would take had they time to think about it
rationally. There were only two possible outcomes in my mind, one of
complete and eternal satisfaction, and one of utter misery and
despair.
I looked him in those big beautiful hazel eyes and kissed him. As soon
as I did it, I regretted it. I fully expected to pull away, leaving me
behind, but he didn't. In fact, he pulled me in closer, wrapping his
lips around mine. The reaction was almost instant; our bodies began to
burn with warmth. Nothing could stop what was happening as our forms
began to twist around each other and merge.
I used everything I could to explore Bain's smooth, silky body. My
hands, my tongue, my chest, even my cock was rubbed against every nook
and cranny. I yearned to know him in his entirety. Surprisingly, Bain
was even more probing than I. He pulled back my foreskin and licked my
tiny dickhead, sending shivers down my spine. His tongue continued to
rap around my penis, drawing it into his mouth until I thought he had
swallowed it. His head bobbed back and forth, giving me waves of
feelings I had only ever hoped to experience the night before. My
screams echoed through the basement as my body prepared to explode. My
hips began to thrust at their own accord, and then felt it coming. I
didn't even know what is was, but my thighs went numb with excitement.
And then it happened, a series of spasm erupted from my penis, causing
me to have one final thrust, sticking my crouch high into the hair. My
aching body slowly descended back to the stage until I could do
nothing but lay there. I closed my eyes, holding on to the moment.
It wasn't over though, not yet at least... I had to pay back such a
favor. I opened my eyes and sat up straight, staring Bain in his
excited eyes. Using my fingers and tongue, I probed the boy's body,
searching for an even more sensitive place. During the search, I
recalled myself painting tattoos on him. He could hardly stand still
as I had slid a painted finger along his butthole.
It must be there. To test my theory, licked a finger, spread his
cheecks, and stuck it right in, wiggling it around inside. His entire
body spasmed as he gasped with pleasure.
I knew what to do.
I turned him over and grabbed my own penis, making sure it was back at
full attention. It was on the verge of snapping at the discovery I had
made. I spread Bain's cheeks and inserted my shaft, rocking back and
forth. I reached around with my right hand and began to stroke his
penis. His cooing gave me all the confidence I needed. I let loose all
the feelings I had been burying, all the sorrows of my life, all the
anger I felt at Devin. My entire life was focused on Bain's tight
little boyhole, and he better be ready for it. I thrusted my shaft in
and out, over and over. His body spasmed and he moaned loudly. I
almost looked around to see if anyone was watching, but then I
remember that I didn't give a shit anymore.
At one point, his cries made me unsure if I might be hurting him or
not, so I back off on the power of my thrusts. To make up for it, Bain
began thrusting his butt into my dick.
Guess not.
His grunts began to build and build, until he was almost screaming. I
kept going, I was about to explode again myself. Soon, Bain's butt
contracted, squeezing my penis, causing me too, to scream in ecstasy.
He let out an intense exhale as he shuddered and collapsed on the
stage, too tired to move anymore. I fell beside him.
We turned to each other and kissed again. As I looked in his eyes, I
knew that I could lay here forever beside him. I moved down my head
down towards his crouch again and began to prod his cute freckled
ballsack with my fingers, feeling its texture, even testing the shape
of each testicle. I had imagined sucking his balls as I slept last
night, I'm not sure what my attraction him them is. In fact, I'm not
sure what my attraction is to Bain, to anything is. I just know that
it looked right, seemed right, and felt right.
I crawled closer to his crouch, moving his penis out of the way with
my hand. I opened my mouth and absorbed his sack into my mouth. I
flicked my tongue around the smooth tight pouch, playing with the sack
while I pondered our future together. Would we do this again? If so,
where? Was it weird? Would anyone find out? Would our friends or
family accept us? What would people say? Would we kiss in public?
Would we be embarrassed? Outcast? At least we would be together.
After a short time, I heard Bain snoring. I carefully released his
balls, giving them one last tiny squeeze before I left them, and moved
back up to Bain's face. He was definitely asleep. I wanted to stay
there and sleep with him, but someone might discover us, and I don't
know if we could handle that. I kissed him on the cheek and stood up.
I stood up and walked over to the statue of the Bain riding a boar,
where I gathered my belongings. I spotted my video recorder, an item I
had almost completely forgotten about, and went to check it. It had a
blinking blue light, signifying that the memory was almost used up. I
smiled. I'm sure glad me and Bain did whatever we did on stage. I
think it was sex, but I wasn't quite sure what sex was. I didn't know
what else you could do to another person to pleasure them that
involved being naked. It must have been sex.
I looked and saw my clothes. They had previously been such a pain to
me, but now I felt like I never had to wear them again. I put all my
belongings back in the bag and made my way towards the stairs. I took
one last look back at Bain, he was beautiful.
I walked up the stairs to the main lobby. Nobody was there.
"Deeevvviinnnnn?" I called out. A few moments later, he came around
the corner. He saw me and grinned.
"Finally wised up eh?" He said, referring to my naked body. He walked
down the stairs towards me. "I've got your payment for that video. I
estimate two hundred for you alone." He looked me up and down as he
handed me the cash. I put it in my backpack.
I hated this bastard, the way he looked at me, the way he treated me
and his brother. He does nothing but deceives and lies. He deserved
nothing. "I'm not working for you, and there's nothing you can do
about it, not anymore"
"I had a feeling you'd say that." He pulled out a camera from behind
his carrying bag, snapping a shot of my naked body. "How about, if you
don't work for me, this picture will find its way to every hall in
your school."
"You don't get it do you? Do you think I care about that anymore,
Devin? There's a reason I'm standing here naked, and it isn't so you
can bribe me. It's because I don't care anymore. I'm leaving, I'm
walked out of here, and I'm doing it naked. There really is nothing
you can do to stop me anymore."
I turned around and opened the door. I would like to have done more,
said more, he deserved it, but it wouldn't be good for Bain.
I smiled to myself all the way home, imagining his reaction. `Hey
Devin, I fucked your little brother, and he liked it.'

Author's Note: I might continue the series if enough people ask, but
I'm working on multiple other stories at the moment.