Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2017 23:37:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Freitas <tfreitas62@yahoo.com>
Subject: 3.2.1...Smile! Chapter #2 - Exposure

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3, 2, 1, Smile!


Chapter #2 – "Exposure"

I got home from Jake's house and subsequently my first photo shoot around
one in the afternoon, which was shocking to me as it seemed so much had
happened in such little time. I wished I was home alone but Jake's
construction crew were demolishing the damaged portion of the kitchen and
roof.

I had little option but to isolate myself in my room for the rest of the
day.  All I could think about was the photo shoot and surprisingly the fun
I had while doing it.  I had mixed emotions about the final part, where
Jake set me up so that I was left soaking wet in a pair of white briefs and
shorts that became almost see through, but even now as I recall the moment
my hard dick is pulsing for relief.

Jake's words to me about my bubble butt, and what people would do for it
was also a major theme running through my head.  With all these thoughts my
dick was screaming to be stroked again.  However with so many guys running
around the house, threatening to open my door at any second, and the noise
of construction equipment blaring through the walls of my room, this just
wasn't the time to do it. I spent the rest of the afternoon and early
evening searching tumblr websites for pictures of boys in modeling sets
similar to what I had done.  It didn't help the state of my dick one bit as
the wet spot on my shorts was quite pronounced.

My mom got home late, and even after a long day she still wanted to know
how my day went at Jake's.  I told her all about the house, the size of his
yards and the iron fence.  I made up us walking around as he showed me what
he expected, and how I was to mow the lawns, trim the hedges, and clean and
net the pool.  I had no idea if Jake had a pool, but I figured a house that
size had to have one.  After dinner the day finally caught up with me, and
sleep was all I wanted.

The next morning I woke somewhat early, excited and nervous at what the day
would bring. I knew todays photo shoot was going to bring a new level of
exposure and an almost certain level of embarrassment.  So the last thing I
needed was my dick springing up like it did the day before.  I could hear
the construction crew getting started, but I had to rub one out before I
headed to Jake's.  I grabbed my desk chair and stuck it in front of my door
knowing it wouldn't stop someone from coming in if they really wanted too,
but it would delay them enough for me to cover up.  Stripping down I
grabbed my lube, which was a bottle of baby oil, and jumped back into bed.
I had plenty of time before I needed to head out, but the minute my lubed
hand grasped my hard cock, my toes curled and my left hand gripped the
sheets and I knew this wasn't going to take long.

"Oh yeah, mmm, ohhh GOD yes."  I moaned as my hand pumped slowly up and
down my shaft.

I was lucky to have been born and raised in a pretty progressive area,
where one's sexuality really didn't matter.  I didn't discuss my own
sexuality with too many people and no one really cared to find out.  As I
said two of my closer friends knew I was gay, but even they didn't know the
whole truth.  I knew I liked boys a few years ago, and as I got older those
feelings only intensified to my current state where pretty much anything
and everything male excited me.  I liked boys, old and young, smooth and
hairy, of all shapes and colors.  I liked men who were skinny and feminine
looking, to men who were hairy and rough.  I liked men in uniforms or
leather and straps, to old men who looked experienced and regal.  I liked
it all, and the internet let me explore it all, from a distance that is.

I had yet to come out to my mother, but I figured she had some clue as I
never talked about girls and spent most of my time with boys who shaved
their bodies and ran around in skimpy speedos.  I had no idea if Jake had
figured me out yet. Perhaps he took one look at me and knew, or maybe it
didn't matter to him and I was just something to photograph. I assumed he
was gay, but even that was hard to get a read on. Jake used the term model
so freely, and the excitement he had in his voice when he was taking photos
made it difficult to know if he was aroused by the nearly naked boy in
front of him or just the act of taking the photos. Either way his comments
on my beauty were quickly interpreted by my brain as his desire for me, and
now as I stroked my cock, all I could think about was this large man
kissing me and playing with my teen dick.

"Jesus, yeeeesssss, huh, huh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhh, uhhhhhh, fuuuucckkkk." I did
my best to keep my moaning down so as to not alert the workers who were
only some twenty to thirty feet from my bedroom door.

"Oh fuck Jake, yes, yes, please suck it...... Oh God, oh God, fuck Jake I'm
going to cum, YESSSSSSS."  I let out a little too loud for my liking, but
completely uncontrollable, much like the jettisoning cum from the tip of my
dick.  One spurt hit me on my chin, as the rest landed on my chest and
stomach, with some of the warm cum collecting in my belly button.

I haphazardly wiped off the cum with a dirty sock and threw it on the
floor, before putting on a pair of khaki shorts, a t-shirt, black boxer
briefs and flip flops.  I knew that I would be taking a shower once I got
there and that I wasn't actually going to be doing yard work, so dressing
for it made no sense. Before leaving, I threw a pair of green camo shorts
and dark grey shirt into a back pack and headed off to Jake's.  As I exited
my bedroom I saw a young Hispanic guy kneeling on the floor in the hallway
just outside my room as he was rolling out a floor covering to the
bathroom, which the crew had been using.  As I walked passed him he looked
up at me and gave me cheeky smile.  My pace quickened as I realized he had
heard some or all of my jerking off moans.

I got to Jake's house and announced to the voice monitor I was here, but
nothing happened.  I noticed, while looking through the gate that Jake's
truck was not there as it had been yesterday.  I figured now was a good
time to use the spare clothes I had packed. Grabbing the shorts and shirt
from my back pack, I rubbed them on the grass and dirt just outside the
gate to make them look like I had worked hard.

Jake pulled up a few minutes later and I peddled up to his house following
his large white truck with the gate closing behind us.

Jake met me at the front door and let me in.  He didn't say a word, he just
smiled as he walked passed me dressed in a red polo shirt with his
companies name on it, a pair of blue jeans and work boots.  We walked in,
and after Jake got us both a bottle of water from the kitchen, I followed
him to the staircase noticing for the first time his massive back and
shoulders.

Once in the room Jake was all business, "Ok Blake we have a lot to do and
not much time to do it in.  Please follow the instructions in the bathroom
and try not to take too long, ok?"  Jake said as he walked over to his
camera cart.

"Ok." I said heading straight to the bathroom, but not before noticing the
background screen, which was now white, as was the one laying on the floor,
and sitting on top of it was a dark leather couch.

Once inside the bathroom my eyes quickly darted to the new items sitting
next to another unopened toothbrush.  It was a small electric hair trimmer,
a jar of hair gel, hair brush, and a note.

Blake, For todays photo shoot, if you wouldn't mind please use the trimmer
to shape the hair above your penis.  Please shape it so that it's no more
than a one inch tall by two inch wide patch above your penis, with all
hairs being no longer than a ¼".  Or if you find it easier, you can
shave it all off, either style is accepted. Please make sure all other body
hair is removed as well.  I would like you to maintain this at all times,
unless otherwise instructed.  With the hair gel and brush please style your
hair as you would if you were going somewhere formal.

I stood there staring at the note, as I processed what Jake was asking me
to do.  I won't lie, when you're shaving your body hair, for sport or
because you like the look, the idea of shaving your bush always pops into
your head.  In the locker room some of the older guys on the team would
boast about doing it, saying it made their cocks look bigger as they'd show
everyone by swinging their dicks back and forth.  I on the other hand,
probably like a lot of the other younger boys never did it because I had
just started getting hair there and it was a sense of pride to see it come
in.  Now I was being asked to shave what little I did have to almost
nothing, or exactly nothing, and keep it that way.  I grabbed the electric
razor and switched it on with my thumb, feeling the little tool vibrate to
life in my hand, before staring at it through the mirror and shutting it
off.  I stripped and headed to the toilet as I looked down at the curly
brown hair above my floppy dick, some of it matted and stuck together with
dried cum.  I took a deep breath as I clicked on the trimmer again, and
thought, do I just go for it, or do I sculpt it?

"Ah fuck it."  I said quietly, but out loud, as I ran the razor straight
through the center of my bush.  The desire to keep some of my bush was over
ridden by my laziness at the idea of constantly having to sculpt it.  It
was already a process having to shave my pits and what little hair I had on
my chest, and I didn't need a whole new step to my already exhausting
routine.

The trimmer worked quite well, taking the hair down to almost bare skin, I
thought as my hand ran over the newly exposed area.  I knew Jake was
waiting for me so I quickly brushed my teeth and jumped into the shower,
trying not to get lost in the new sensation of my soapy hand running across
the bare skin where just minutes ago a patch of hair used to be. I grabbed
the towel, dried myself, and then wrapped it around my waist. I ran a glob
of hair gel through the hair in the front and combed it to the right and
back as I would before going to school.

Before exiting I stood at the bathroom door, on the other side was
something I had never imagined myself doing, something I couldn't have
imagined I would ever be doing. I knew what this photo shoot was, or more
importantly who it was for.  These photos were not going to a modeling
website, or to a modeling group to see if I was the right candidate to
model their upcoming Fall fashion.  No, this was going straight to a dirty
website so pervy men could jerk off to pictures of me in some skimpy
outfit.  I was sure of it, and the idea of it scared the crap out of me,
and yet had me hornier than ever.  But emotions aside, I also knew I was
the one who picked the category, and that I owed Jake and my mom for my
mistakes, so with a deep breath I entered the room.

"All set." Jake asked as he looked up from his cameras at me.

"Yeah, I think so."  I answered meekly as I walked on the cold tile floor
to the privacy screen.

"Please start with box #2A."  Jake said before I walked behind the screen.

On the table behind the screen were four plain boxes, each labeled on the
top, starting from #2A to #2D.  The first box, numbered #2A, was a pair of
black mesh basketball shorts with a neon green stripe down both sides and
matching short sleeve shirt. Behind the shirt and shorts were a pair of all
gray stripped Old Navy briefs and a pair of no show white socks with a grey
heel and toe and trimmed with the same neon green as the shirt and shorts.

I dropped the towel and slid on the underwear, which fit perfectly,
followed by the shorts, shirt and then socks.  From there I headed over to
Jake.

"Nice.  How do you like the first outfit?  Feel like something you'd wear?"
Jake asked giving me a once over.

"Yeah, pretty much.  Everything but the underwear at least."  I said
looking down at the outfit.

"Not a briefs guy?" Jake asked.

"Not really.  I like boxer briefs, not that I have an issue with regular
briefs, I mean I wear speedos all the time, it's just I haven't worn briefs
likes this since I was real young."

"I get it.  Unfortunately I've found the regular briefs seem to sell better
than boxer briefs, when it comes to photo shoots anyway, which is why I
pick them."  Jake said.

"Go ahead and stand in front of the couch and we'll get started.  By the
way I like what you did with your hair, it works really well for you."
Jake said, giving me an approving smile.

On the couch was an oversized tennis ball, and I mean oversized, as it was
at least as big as a basketball.  Click, click, click went the cameras
shutter as I stood there smiling back at it.

"Ok Blake go ahead and have a seat on the couch, perfect." Click, click,
click.

"Now go ahead and put your feet up on the couch, and pick up the ball.
Nice." Click, click.

"Go ahead and put the ball down and slip your shirt off. That's great,
simply perfect" Jake said as the shutter on the camera whizzed through
picture after picture.

We had taken a lot of pictures with me shirtless with and without the
tennis ball, sitting on couch, holding the ball above my head, on my hands
and knees with the ball underneath me, and pretty much every other position
you could think of before we moved on to something different.

"Now Blake let's slip your shorts down so that a considerable amount of
your underwear is showing." Jake said.

"What?" I asked not sure about is instructions.

Jake walked up to me, close enough for me to smell his cologne, as he
grabbed the legs of the shorts, his fingers touching my outer thighs as he
pulled them down till the waist band was running across where my limp cock
was tucked away inside the briefs.  I stood frozen not sure what Jake was
doing, never having had a man this close and personal with me before.

"Something like that."  Jake said as he walked back to his camera.

After a few photos with my shorts half off, the inevitable came and Jake
asked me to kick them all the way off as he took pictures through the
complete strip show.  Standing in just the briefs and socks, Jake went back
to instructing me into all sorts of positions.  All in all the shoot with
the black outfit and grey briefs went quick, as Jake sent me over to put on
the next outfit.

Once I got behind the screen I took off the first outfit and placed it back
in the box, before moving on to the next.  The second box, 2B, was a pair
of Hanford light blue briefs with white trim and a pair of denim overall
shorts, and that was it.  With no undershirt you could clearly see the top
of my underwear through the side of the overalls.

Jake didn't speak, he just nodded to the couch.  This time there was a
large red heart shaped pillow on the couch.  Similar to the first shoot, I
ran through the basic poses eventually unclasping one shoulder strap, then
both straps of the overalls which meant I had to hold them up for a few
shots.

"Ok Blake, go ahead and let them drop to the floor." Jake said clicking
away.

I did without a second thought, as I started up idle chat like standing in
front of this man barely clothed was a typical everyday event for me.

"I know it was just yesterday, but were you able to sell that photo shoot?"
I asked as we started the poses of me in just the blue briefs.

"Yeah, I worked on it for few hours after I got home last night and then
sent it out."  He said never taking his eye from the camera.

"Did it sell?"  I asked again, not really knowing which answer I wanted to
hear.

"Oh yeah.  Within hours I think.  The guy I sold it too emailed me this
morning saying he had a lot of buyers of your set.  Along with that he
already has pre-purchases on your next photo shoots."

"Go ahead and turn around, and then kneel on the couch with your chest on
the back support." Jake instructed in between our conversation.

I went on with my questioning, feeling quite proud that people wanted to
buy photos of me, that I completely missed the provocative position Jake
had me in, as my butt was clearly the center of attention in this shot.

"Is that typical, that a shoot of yours sell's so quick?"  I asked looking
back at him over my shoulder.

"I've had a quite a few sell that quick before, sure, but rarely do I see
pre-orders.  It looks like I'm not the only one who has eye for talent. Now
go ahead and lay out on the couch while resting your head on the heart."
Jake said.

His comment put a huge smile on my face as his words stroked my young ego
even more.

"Nice, now go ahead and stick the fingers of your right hand into the front
of your underwear underneath the waist band."  Click, click, click.

"Now go ahead and throw your left leg on to the back rest of the couch,
excellent."  Click, click.

"I think we're good for this set, go ahead and throw on box #2C."  Jake
said as I sat up on the couch.

"Where do you get these outfits from and what's with the boxes and
numbers?"  I asked as I walked past him holding the pair of overalls, which
appeared to be brand new.

"Well, for every model I go out and purchase new outfits for their shoots,
and then I keep them in boxes numbered for which shoot it is.  This being
your second shoot, the boxes start with #2, and then I label each series in
the shoot like 2A."

"If you buy new clothes for every shoot, why do you keep and track the
clothes from old shoots?" I asked as I stepped out of the blue briefs and
reached for box 2C.

"That lesson I learned early on. You see some photo shoots sell so well,
that a second shoot is often requested in the same outfit.  And well it
happened enough times that I got sick of buying the same clothes over
again."  Jakes said.

In the third box was a large white undershirt and a pair of red Athena
briefs.  But these briefs were cut differently.  The front part was just
wide enough to cover my dick and balls and then went through my legs
spreading out over my butt and then again attaching to the waist band in
the back, but at no time did the fabric come together around my leg.  It
was a whole new sensation, almost like wearing a jock, something I had only
did once when I was eight when I thought I'd give baseball a try.  Only
this underwear wasn't meant for sport, at least not that kind of sport. In
my fourteen years of life, this was the first article of clothing that made
me think about sex.  Now the shirt, was nothing special, just a white
undershirt, but it was two sizes too big and hung down to about mid-thigh.
With it on you couldn't see my new sexy briefs.

I came walking out as Jake looked over his shoulder at me.  Even I could
recognize the lust filled look in his gaze as I walked by.

The prop on the couch this time was a large black and brown floppy stuffed
teddy bear almost as big as me.

"So you think the dirty old perv's will like this one?" I asked seductively
pulling the side of the shirt up my thigh to just below the waist band of
the red briefs so it appeared I was naked under the shirt.

Jake grabbed his camera started taking pictures faster than I had ever seen
him move.

"Oh hell yeah I think they'll love this one."  Jake said as the flash lit
up the two umbrellas.

I don't know what overcame me, but I wasn't waiting for Jake to tell me
where to move, I just did what I knew pushed the levels of my comfort, as
an animalistic nature took over.

I spun and faced the couch as I slowly pulled the shirt up the back of my
thighs until I exposed the red briefs covering my bubble butt.

"This is what they want right, to look at a cute little boy's ass?" I said
as I bent forward and wiggled my ass back and forth.

"Nice, keep going."  Jake said encouraging my bravery.

I spun around and pulled the shirt up and put in my mouth as I pretended to
push the front of the briefs down.  The slumped back onto the couch lifting
my feet up and pulling the shirt over my knees so just the underwear
covering my balls could be seen.  I grabbed the floppy bear and set it in
my lap as I peeked my head over its shoulder.  Jake said nothing, for the
next five minutes as I moved into more and more racy positions.  I finally
took the shirt off as I walked over to the arm rest of the couch and bent
over, resting my chest on it while straightening out my legs to push my ass
out.

"Oh, I bet the old perv's will lose their nut on this one."  I said biting
my lip, with my fingers sliding under the sides of my briefs grabbing each
cheek of my ass.

"Why do you think perv's are always old men?"  Jake asked as he positioned
himself behind me with his camera.

"Cause they are."  I answered him, nodding my head in his direction as if
to say he was my perfect example.

"Ah, so I'm your definition of a perv, because I like looking at you and
because you think I'm old?"

"Well, well not that you're too old, just compared to me you're a... a lot
older." I tried to explain, not so confident in my thinking anymore.

Jake laughed, "I'm just messing with you Blake.  You can call me anything
you want too as long as you keep shaking that ass for me and making us
money."

I laughed as I stood up and walked back in front of the couch, this time I
put my thumbs into the waist band of the red briefs and pulled them down so
that you could just see the beginning of my teen cock.

"I think I'm starting to like making money." I said.

"Yeah,.... damn, .....me too."  Jake said this time just staring at me, not
taking any pictures.

"Doesn't it work better if you take a picture?"  My question snapping Jake
out of his trance.

"I see you went all the way with the trimmers."  Jake said as I turned
slightly giving him different angles of my bare nether region.

"I like things easy." I said in honesty.

"Me too." Jake replied, his response seeming to mean something different
from mine.

"Ok Blake, we better get a move on to box number #2D before I forget what I
am doing and all the blood rushes out of my head."  Jake said returning to
his stool and his camera cart.

I was a little thrown off by his comment, wondering if he just admitted
that I was giving him a hard on, but decided not to question him on it as I
walked back to the changing area.

I took off the red briefs and stood there naked for a second as I held them
up, taking a closer look at them.

"I know you keep the clothes for just in case situations, but can I have
the red pair of underwear?"  I shouted over to Jake.

"You like those huh?  Yeah go ahead, I can replace those if need be."  Jake
said

I smiled as I placed them next to the towel.  I walked over the last box
and opened it.  Jake laughed when he heard my reaction to the contents of
the fourth box.  "Holy shit!"

I wasn't an expert in underwear, but I was pretty sure this tiny pair of
purple underwear was called a G-string.  There was just enough material to
cover my dick and balls with a single strap going from the lower pouch to
the waist band in the back, if you could even call it a band.  I looked
back into the box just to confirm, but this was it, no shirt, no socks,
nothing but this small garment.

I stepped into the leg holes of the underwear as I slowly pulled them up.
I gave a light gasp as I felt the strap in the back slide between my
cheeks.

All of a sudden those daring red briefs felt like I was wrapped in trench
coat compared to how exposed I felt in this underwear.  My cock and balls
were clearly outlined by the satiny material covering them.  I now
understood why Jake had me shave, as there was no where for my hair to hide
with this pair of underwear.  I slowly walked out to Jake, feeling the new
sensation of my cheeks rubbing against the string wedged between them.

"Wow, you look amazing.  By the look on your face, and the expression of
shock I heard, I'm going to assume this is the first time you've ever worn
a G-string."  Jake said trying to hold back from laughing at me.

"You think." I snapped back at him, as I walked by him, not sure if I
should try and cover my ass with my hands or just quickly get to the couch.

There were no props on the couch this time, which meant I had nothing to
hide behind.

"What happen to the kid who was just here a few minutes ago playing it up
to the camera giving it what he thought the perv's wanted to see?  Jake
asked

"Um, that kid had clothes on.  I don't know what this is, but I could've
shoved my dick into a sock and been more covered than this."  I said
looking down at my crotch which I was now covering up with my hands.

"Interesting.  I can get you a sock if you think that will work better?"
Jake said mocking me.

"Ha Ha. You're so funny."  I said trying to hide the nervousness that I had
just given him an idea for the next photo shoot.

"In all seriousness Blake, if this is too much for you we can stop for
today, but I'm hoping you can tap into that sassy attitude I saw just a few
minutes ago and remember how sexy you are."  Jake said with a genuine tone
to his voice.

For reasons I had yet to understand, I had this burning desire to please
Jake, and even though I was a bundle of shaking nerves I closed my eyes and
struck a pose I thought for sure would show Jake just how brave I was. I
grabbed the back of my head, as I stuck my barely covered crotch out.  Jake
didn't wait for a verbal response, he simply took my que and jumped into
action, snapping off pictures before I had a chance to even open my eyes.

When I did finally open my eyes, Jake was moving all around with the camera
as I stood there frozen.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about young man.  I would have killed
to have had a body like yours when I was your age.  You have muscle tone in
your arms and chest, your six pack abs are what people work out their whole
lives for, and your ass, oh my God that perfect ass.  And that's not to
mention your almost blemish free skin and golden brown hair that looks like
it has professionally done highlights in it. And if all that wasn't enough
you seem to be packing just fine for a boy of only fourteen."  Jake said,
as I stood there listening, my confidence slowly coming back.

"Wow, you're such a perv."  I said making fun of him again, but at the same
time feeling my courage rise, along with my prick.

"Oh hell yeah."  Jake said stopping for a second as he gave me a wink and
once over.

I took a deep breath, "So does this gets you going?"  I said as I turned
showing Jake my ass, with the G-string neatly tucked between my plump
cheeks.

Jake growled at me like a hungry beast as the shutter on his camera whirled
through photo after photo.  I slid my hand into the waist bands on my hips
as I pushed the G-string down. I figured from the camera angle Jake was at
behind me I wasn't showing anything more than I already was, but in the
front the small patch of cloth fought with my semi chubbed cock, exposing
half of it and all of the bald skin around it.  From there I pulled the
G-string back up real tight, almost
 like giving myself a wedgie if that's possible wearing a G-string.  The
front of the G-string pinned my plump dick with the silk fabric before I
spun around to show Jake, with ta-da like stance.

"There's the attitude I was looking for, that confidence, that smile, yes."
Jake said as dropped to a knee and took photos shooting up at me.

I bit my lower lip and snarled at him giving him the fiercest look I could
think of. Which is silly when you're a short fourteen year old white boy,
currently void of all hair outside of the styled locks on your head, and
you're standing in a purple G-string, I'm pretty sure your toughness factor
falls just below a kitten.

I was turning and twisting to keep things moving, but also in an attempt to
keep my cock from springing to full life.  Damn what I wouldn't have given
to have a prop for this shoot, but I was pretty sure this was exactly the
predicament Jake wanted me to be in.

"Looks like you're enjoying those underwear a lot more than you were when
we started."  Jake said looking straight at my dick.

I felt myself blushing, as my cock pulsed and twitched again. "I guess."

"No need to guess, the wet spot kind of says it all."  Jake said chuckling.

I looked down in horror as sure as shit there was a huge wet spot right
where the tip of my cock was pressed against the fabric.  And as usual my
shock and embarrassment was caught on camera as the umbrellas flash lit up
the room.

"Can we be done?" I asked in somewhat of a panic.

"I suppose it depends?"  Jake asked standing up.

"On what?"

"Whether you're planning on wasting that load you've got boiling in your
nut sack down the toilet like you did yesterday, or if you're open to other
options?" Jake said.

"Ww...what?" I stuttered, "I...I didn't you know...um...what?".

"No point in lying about it, I could hear you through the door.  And
there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, we all get hard-ons,
and we all work them out. I'm just saying there's a better way to do it
then over a toilet."  Jake said sitting on his stool, his camera resting on
his thigh while he kept his finger on the shutter release button capturing
my suffering.

With my rapidly rising cock just seconds away from pushing past the top of
the G-string , I fell back on the couch as my only option was to cover up
my lap and exposed cock.

"I'm, I'm not going to jerk off in front of the camera."  I said nervously,
yet still hard as rock.

Jake spun in the stool and set the camera on the cart, and then spun back
towards me.

"I'm not talking about doing it in front of the camera, at least not yet.
And for that matter, I'm not even talking about you jerking off."  He said
with a large grin.

I had spent many an hour looking at porn on my computer, but for some
reason my head was in the clouds as to what Jake was hinting at, and
apparently my expression showed it.

"I'm offering you a blow job. You know what that is right?"  Jake said
looking at me squirm on the couch.

Who doesn't know what a bj is, and what boy doesn't want one.  But this was
all happening so fast that I just froze on the couch, my head nodding a
non-spoken yes to Jake's question, as my hard dick dripped with the idea of
getting sucked.

"Yes you know what a Blow job is, or yes you'd like one?"  Jake said as he
rubbed the very noticeable bulge in his jeans.

"Yehesss please." Were the words that quietly came from my mouth, but it
was as if they were sent from my dick, as my mind was still an emotional
mess, because even I was shocked at what I heard myself say.

"I'll take that as a yes you'd like a blow job." Jake said as he stood and
walked over to me.

My head was spinning as Jake approached me.  I could hear the blood pulsing
in my ears as my heart pounded in my chest.  Part of me wanted to sink into
the couch and disappear, but a large part of me, ok maybe not large, maybe
just 5-1/2"s, really wanted this to happen.

Jake got down on his knees as he gently took my ankles and placed my legs
on the couch, spinning me on my butt so that I was now lying on my back
with head on the arm rest.  My hands were crossed over my hard dick,
because even though I had spent the better part of an hour standing almost
naked in front of Jake, there was still a part of me that was very much shy
and couldn't bring myself to simply expose to him everything I had.

"Listen Blake, I won't do anything that you don't want me to do.  If this
is too much, we can stop and you can go get dressed.  And even if you want
to move forward with this, you can still stop at any time if you don't feel
comfortable, ok?"

I swallowed hard as I looked into Jake's green eyes, "I, I want this, I'm,
I'm just a little scared. I've never done anything, like sexual before." I
said.  As crazy as it sounds, I was actually more scared my lack of
experience would turn Jake off, than I was about having oral sex with a
man.

"I'll tell you what, I'll keep this nice and simple, and maybe as you
become more comfortable we'll get a little more adventures next time."
Jake said as he grabbed my wrists and slowly but firmly moved my hands to
my sides.

My breathing was deep and quick as his hands hooked the waist band of the
G-string.  As he started to pull them off I felt myself lifting my hips and
ass off the couch to assist him.

"Just gorgeous, simply gorgeous." Jake said just inches from my twitching
hard boner.

OH MY GOD THIS IS HAPPENING, kept running through my head over and over
again, until I saw him lean in with his lips as his eyes stayed focused on
mine.  His left hand slowly gripped my pulsating cock, as his lips came in
and gently kissed it.

"OH, oh, yessss, mmmmmm." I chirped as his beard and mustache tickled the
sensitive skin.

I was leaking like crazy now as the first lips ever to touch my cock gently
glided up and down on it, Jake's warm breath and tongue dancing over the
hundreds of tiny veins engorged with blood.

"Oh FUCK, shit, mmm Oh, oh, OH GOD." I moaned as his mouth engulfed my dick
to the base.  His mustache was now tickling the bald skin above my hard
cock, as his right hand lightly tickled the wrinkled skin of my ball sack.
I knew this was going to go quick as the feelings were just too much.

"Oh boy, Oh boy, mmmm, uhhhhh ummm OH Shit Jake, Jake, Oh Fuuuucccckkkk." I
mumbled as my body tensed, my knees and toes bending and locking as my
fingers dug into the couch.  The ropes of cum, as I imagined them, were no
longer mine as they now shot into Jakes mouth as he eagerly sucked them up
from my erupting cock.

After the powerful orgasmic feelings washed through me, I was quickly
returned to the shy fourteen year old I really was.

"I'm sorry.  I, I tried to tell you, really I did, ohhhhhh, huh."  I said
as Jake continued to gently kiss the wrinkled skin of my boy sack.

"If I didn't want to eat your cum, I probably shouldn't have put your hard
dick in my mouth.  Of course, since that's what I wanted to happen, then
there's absolutely nothing for you to apologize for." Jake said as his
right hand gently squeezed my chubby deflated cock, forcing a couple
remaining drops of cum out the slit as his thumb swiped across the tip
capturing the droplets before standing up and sucking them into his mouth.

I was left naked on the couch, swimming in a moment of amazement and ah, as
I wanted nothing more than for him to suck me again.

"Well, How was your first blow job Blake?" Jake asked standing over me, the
ever present bulge in his pants standing out.

"Amazing."  I said swinging my legs and feet back onto the white floor.

"I assumed so from the permanent grin on your face, and that your cock is
starting to get hard again, I'll say you really enjoyed it."  He said with
a smile.

I looked at my cock, which indeed was starting to rise again, "Fuck yeah I
enjoyed it. Oh my God it was the best feeling ever."  I said lost in the
moment and standing up completely naked, which didn't seem to pass Jakes
attention.

Jake quickly grabbed his camera and spun snapping off a few pictures before
I realized what was happening.

"Hey, that's not fair."  I said covering myself up as best I could.

Jake kept taking photos as I ran to the privacy screen, a bit pissed but
still glowing and smiling from having my dick sucked for the first time.  I
pulled on the red briefs and grabbed the towel as I walked back to where
Jake was.

"Hey, I want you to delete those photos, I didn't agree to that."  I said
as I headed toward the bathroom.

Jake was blatantly staring at the red briefs as I walked.  "Damn your ass
is like a drug I just can't get enough of.  Tell you what, I get to keep
the photos of you naked for just me, and I promise to not share them with
anyone, if you promise me you'll let me suck you off again next time.
Deal?"  Jake asked looking at me as I opened the door to the bathroom.

"Deal."  I said quickly as I knew there was little I could do to get Jake
to delete those pictures if he didn't want to, and I definitely wanted my
dick sucked again.  Hell the thought of it was making my hard cock leak as
I closed the bathroom door.  I threw on the shorts and shirt I had rubbed
in the dirt and grass, just in case my mom was home for lunch when I got
home.

Returning from the bathroom I saw Jake intently staring at his laptop as he
rubbed his crotch, unaware I had re-entered the room.  I knew his
predicament was because of me, and a part of me badly wanted to help him
out, but another part knew I wasn't ready.

"How'd they come out." I said as if I had just exited the bathroom.

Jake quickly sat up, moving his hand from his crotch as he turned and
looked at me. "Nice, real nice."

As I walked up I could see Jake was looking over the set of me in the red
briefs.

"Ok Blake, you know the drill."  Jake said as I stood there next to his
laptop.

Noticing the outfit I had on, as he tugged on the dirty shirt, "Not bad.
Looks like you worked hard, hopefully not too hard."  Jake said smiling.

Like last time his lap top showed the different categories and my current
balance;


Hudson Photography
                        BLAKE PATTERSON CATEGORY #3 $50 Owed = $29,850
CATEGORY #2 $150 Photo Shoot #2= <-$500> CATEGORY #1 $250 Balance = $29,350
CATEGORY #0 $500 CATEGORY P# $1,000 CATEGORY X $1,500 CATEGORY XXX $2,000

"Hey, not that I am complaining but how did I earn $500?"  I asked as I was
pleasantly surprised by the new balance.

"Two fifty for today's shoot, plus one fifty for the 'short' in duration
category zero shoot, and one hundred for the extra-curricular activities."
Jake said as he licked his lips.

I chuckled at his silly facial expression as he added up the math for me.

"So Blake, what will it be for next time?"

"Um, if it's alright, let's stick with category #1.  I'm just not ready for
completely naked just yet." I said in a somewhat sad tone.

"But I doubt that's going to stop you."  I said punching Jake in the arm.

"Don't get mad, it's not like I didn't tell you the camera is always on. I
like category #1, it leaves a little bit of surprise.  It makes you wonder
what's underneath. Kind of like a blow job makes you hot, but leaves you
wondering how much better it could get."  Jake said planting a seed, but
without waiting for me to respond.

"So, let's take a break tomorrow, and we'll meet here again on Saturday,
say 10am?  Sound good?

"Um sure." I said honestly feeling a little disappointed I wouldn't be
coming back tomorrow.

Jake walked me out telling be how well I did and that I was natural at this
as we repeated the steps we took earlier in the afternoon.  Jake stopped
and got us each another bottle of water as I walked to my bike, and he
climbed into his truck.  I followed him out as the gate closed behind me.

I got home in no time at all, to the sight of the construction team working
on putting in new walls in the kitchen.  As I stood in the living room
watching them work, I had to chuckle a bit when I thought about how I was
paying for this.  "Looking good?"  Came the voice from behind me.

I spun to see the same young Hispanic boy who had been in the hallway when
I left just a couple hours earlier standing behind me holding a broom and
shovel.

"Oh, uh hi."  I said somewhat caught off guard.  He was just a bit taller
than me, and now that he was standing you could see he was quite stocky for
his size, and younger than the rest of the workers, but clearly older than
me by a few years.

"The Kitchen, it's starting to look good right?"

"Oh, um yeah sure." I said remembering this was the boy who had caught me
jerking off earlier.

"Well it looks like you were hard at work."  He said.

"What?" I asked kind of shaken by his simple comment.

"Your clothes, they look like you were wrestling in the grass."  He said
pointing to a grass stain and the few blades of grass still showing on my
shirt.

"Oh, uh yeah, I guess I must have gotten some on me."  I said looking at
the stain.

"That's impressive, I've never gotten that dirty while over at
Mr. Hudson's." He said with questioning look.

"Huh, oh ... I...I didn't know people knew I was working at Jake's?" I said
surprised at this revelation.

"At Jake's?" He said with a dirty grin on his face.

"Yeah, sometimes I go over to Mr. Hudson's to help him out, when the work
is slow."  He said emphasizing Mr. Hudson.

"Oh so you like mow his lawn and stuff too?" I asked desperately trying to
maintain the lie.

"Nah, he has a landscaping crew for that. Hey, didn't I see you leave in a
completely different outfit?"  He asked, changing the subject before I
could respond.

"Uh, well, yeah...I kind of....." I was struggling to say as he cut me off.

"Well nice talking to you, I got to get back to sweeping the floors before
my dad comes yelling.  He works for Mr. Hudson too, only he does actual
work."  The boy said as he laughed and walked away.

Holy shit I thought to myself, as I too spun and quickly headed to my room
wondering What the hell that was about as I shut the door.  That guy didn't
even know me and yet he knew I was lying, he knew everything. The whole
encounter had me at a loss, as I was sweating stripping out of my shorts
and shirt. The image of me in my bedroom mirror, standing in only my new
red briefs, snapped me out of my worried trance as my mind flashed on the
day's events. My cock quickly sprung back to attention as I thought about
Jake's mouth sliding up and down my hard teen cock.  The interaction with
the boy on the construction crew had me flustered, but now all I could
think about was Jake and the bulge in his pants.