Date: Tue, 9 May 2017 21:57:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Freitas <tfreitas62@yahoo.com>
Subject: 3,2,1  Smile - Ch#6 Airbrush

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3, 2, 1, Smile!



Chapter #6 – "Airbrush"



The bicycle ride home from Jake's house was torture. Every rock or bump my
tires rolled over resonated up to the bike's seat and then right to my
swollen hole, eliciting little groans of pain each time.

I had just sat down on the couch, resting from the emotional and physically
draining day, before my mother walked in the front door.  I was quite
thankful she was distracted with flooring and cabinet samples to bother me
with questions of how the day went.  I didn't like lying to her, and I had
no interest in making up stories of yard work not done.  Especially while
trying to hide a permagrin that was plastered across my face from memories
of my first sexual experience.  And let's not forget the cum soaked pull
ups I was still wearing, giving me perhaps the greatest reason to avoid her
motherly concern.

With the arrival of the evening moon, I found myself looking into the
bathroom mirror while the shower water warmed up.  The events of the past
two weeks were running through my head. I wondered how it all happened, me
meeting Jake, the shoots, getting jerked off in public, Diego, blow jobs in
a shower, and the amazing cherry popping sex?  What changed in my life,
that in this reasonably short time, I went from your typical teen boy to
gallivanting porn star, who was still standing in the pull up.

Sliding them off, I entered the steamy confines of the shower, the hot
water just degrees away from unbearable.  Spinning away from the shower
spray, the water hitting my back, I could feel my hole clench as the hot
water raced towards it.  The act of spreading my cheeks brought forth a
slight sting of pain, but also the memory of Jake's large hands spreading
my cheeks to fuck me.  Fifteen long minutes later and I was washed clean of
all baby powder and oil remnants and free of one more load of cum, which
was still dripping off the tile wall when I stepped out. Within seconds of
hitting the mattress I was fast asleep.

I woke quite exceited by the prospect of the day ahead.  Prior to leaving
Jake's, he had invited me back to his gym, saying the pool and spa would do
wonders for any soreness I might be feeling, which thankfully it was
considerably less than the night before.  Of course I saw it as another
excuse to see the man I was becoming so enamored with shirtless and wet.
When the time came to leave, I threw on my blue speedos, a pair of mesh
shorts to cover them up, and a tank top, before heading out.  I knew I
could have just worn board shorts to swim in, but there was a part of me
that wanted to look sexy for Jake, and these tight diving trunks were just
the ticket.

Riding up at noon, I locked my bike and hung out in the front lobby until I
heard Jake and John enter the gym.

"Blake!  Been waiting long buddy?" Jake asked, as I jumped from my chair
and met him at the counter like a puppy greeting his owner.

"Nope.  Just a few minutes."  I said.  If I had a tail it would have been
wagging uncontrollably.

"You remember John right?"  Blake asked.

"Sure.  Hi John."

"Young man how we doing?"  John asked, as he and Jake signed in.

"Great.  Really, really great."  I said, as Jake looked down at me with a
huge smile.

"Well dang, I wish I could feel really, really great." John said, chuckling
at my enthusiasm. "As it is, I think after an hour with this lug I'm going
to be feeling far from great and more like abused and sore."  John said
elbowing Jake in the arm.

"Yeah, I know the feeling."  The words slipped from my mouth before I could
stop it from happening.

"What?" John asked, not sure exactly what I meant.

Thankfully Jake jumped in, "Oh I had him help me with that shoot I was
telling you about.  The one where I borrowed some of Logan's art drawings
so I could make the room look like an eight year old's.  I think the family
really liked the natural photos of their son, him playing around in the
room really captured the moment.  Of course young Mr. Patterson got a real
workout setting the room up for the different shoots, and hauling my gear
around.  I was really impressed by the load he took... You know, hauling my
photography equipment up and down the stairs."  Jake said, looking at me
with a dirty grin.

"Yeah, I can imagine one would be sore trying to handle the weight of your
equipment."  John said in all seriousness. I bit my lip to stifle back a
laugh as we walked to the locker room.

The drill was the same, I slipped out of my shorts and shirt and threw them
into Jake's locker, certain I could feel the eyes of the room upon me as I
changed.  I didn't waste any time waiting on getting a glimpse of Jake or
John changing, instead I headed straight for the pool.

I wasn't but a few feet into the pool area when I stopped in my tracks.
Swimming in the lane farthest away from the locker room door, were two boys
who appeared to be my age.

The first boy was about my height, or so it seemed as he swam toward the
other end of the pool.  The second boy had to be close to six foot tall as
he waited in the same lane for the other boy to return.  I took a nervous
breath, excited at the prospect of meeting someone new, but afraid of
getting rejected.  I slowly made it to the pool, placing my white towel on
the designated hook, my eyes fixed on the two of them .  They were
sprinting full laps, alternating turns as if tagging their partner in a
race.  To my surprise, each was adorned in a swim cap, goggles and what
looked like speedos.  They didn't see me approach the pool, but the minute
I entered the water the shorter of the two boys pulled up short on his lap
as he stood, taking deep breaths, staring me down.  The larger boy paid no
attention to me as he took off on his lap.

With them being the only two in the pool, I knew there was some pool
etiquette I had to follow, with regards to which lane I chose. Picking the
lane next to them would mean I had no respect for their space.  Picking the
lane as far away from them and it meant I wanted nothing to do with them.
So I picked the middle lane, one away from them, and yet far enough away to
give them room, yet close enough to talk to them should their curiosity get
peaked, like mine was.

As it goes with teen boys, just like the pool etiquette, there was a social
etiquette similar to that of a wolf pack.  You didn't just rush up to
someone you wanted to meet, you first had to let them know you were there.
Then you had to ignore them, showing them you weren't too eager, which
could scare them off.  Even if you were secretly giddy inside at the idea
of meeting new boys with similar interests to yours.  And finally, the most
important rule to meeting other boys, "pack members" if you will, was
knowing who should speak first, and in this case it wasn't me.

With my own goggles on, having remembered to bring them this time, I began
swimming.  With each breath, I made certain to glance in their direction.
On quite a few occasions I felt as though they were doing the same.  I
could see through the crystal clear water that the shorter boy was wearing
a solid red speedo, similar to the blue one I had on.  The bigger boy was
wearing a green jammer, and was lightning fast.  His focus was clearly on
his swimming and had little concern for my presence.  He was like a blur as
he repeatedly passed me, the water bubbles churning from his hard kicks.

After about ten minutes or so of constant swimming, they had stopped but
had yet to leave the pool. I wasn't swimming with pace, as I refused to
kick my legs, instead choosing to drag them through the water like a youth
learning to swim for the first time.  I wasn't there to get in
conditioning, I was there to enjoy the cooling effects of the water, and if
I could have just stood in the pool without looking creepy, I would have.

As I approached the wall I could hear one of them calling out to me. "Hey,
hey what's your name?"

I stopped swimming, letting my feet sink to the bottom of the pool before
standing up.

The boys had removed their swim cap and goggles and were now standing there
waiting for me to compose myself and engage them in conversation.  The
shorter of the two boys, who I really couldn't call short, as he was
perhaps an inch shorter than me, is the one who had called out to me.  His
wet skin, just a bit lighter than mine, was stretched tight over his fit
body.  His muscles weren't as defined as mine, but you could see them
nonetheless.  His blond hair, which even in its current wet condition, was
wild and covered the tops of his ears, had a look similar to that of a
Justin Bieber style.  I had quickly guessed he was my age or slightly
younger, by his young looking face.  The other boy was much taller and
clearly of Asian descent. He had the body of a seasoned swimmer with his
wide shoulders and long arms and torso.  His jet black hair was pulled back
into a pony tail, which now released from the swim cap, hung to his
shoulders.

"I'm Lucas and this is Michael.  What's your name?"  The boy in the red
speedos said with excited energy.

I swam under the floating lane dividers to where they were standing.  "I'm
Blake." I said, noticing Lucas's amazing hazel eyes as I shook their hands.

"I've never seen you at the gym before, are you new here?"  Lucas asked.

"Yeah.  Actually I'm new to the city.  Moved here a couple weeks ago from
Seattle.  Just checking the place out."  I said, removing my goggles.

"Cool."  They both said in unison.

"Hey, can you solve a bet Mike and I have going?"  Lucas asked.

"Uh, maybe."  I said, not sure how to answer that question.

"Are you on a swim team?  I say you are because you're running around in a
speedo, but Mike thinks you're not, because of the way you were swimming
and all."  Lucas said.

I chuckled to myself that they had noticed my swimming technique or lack
thereof, confirming they had been checking me out.  "Hate to break it to
you Lucas, but I'm not a swimmer, not on any team anyway.  I like diving.
I used to be on the diving team."

"Told you. Now you owe me."  Mike said, giving Lucas a shove on the
shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah.  I'm good for it."  Lucas said.

"Are you two on a team?"  I asked.

"Mike's a senior captain on the high school team.  That's why we're here,
he's helping me practice for my freshman tryouts."  Lucas said.

"Cool. I'm a freshman too. I'm hoping to make the dive team" I said,
finding it interesting that Lucas did all of the talking, even though Mike
was older.  This was definitely not following the social etiquette for
boys.

"Have you made any friends since moving here?"  Lucas asked.

"Um, sort of.  His name is Diego and I think he's going to be a senior as
well."  I said, picturing in my head Diego and me naked in the shower at
Jake's.

"I know Diego.  How do you know him?"  Mike asked, his first words to me
drenched in a tone of suspicion.

"He's been working on my house, helping his dad remodel our kitchen."  I
said, wondering why it seemed so odd to Mike that I would know Diego.

"Cool.  He's a cool guy."  Mike informed me, apparently accepting my
explanation.

"I got to get going dude, we good?"  Mike asked Lucas, before saying his
goodbyes, as we headed out of the pool.

"You out of here too?"  Lucas asked me, as Mike walked away.

"Nah, going to hit the hot tub and wait for my friend."  I said.

"Diego?"  Lucas asked.

Realizing I had only given them Diego's name when they asked, I struggled
trying to think how I would describe Jake.

"Uh no.  This is a friend of my fathers, I, I mean was a friend of my
fathers.  Kind of been showing me around Tacoma and stuff.  I get to use
the gym as his guest."  I lied, without really giving Lucas much detail of
Jake.

"Your dads no longer friends with him, but you hang out with him?"  Lucas
asked trying to make sense of the puzzle from the pieces I had given him.

"Oh no, no, not like that.  My dad took off when I was younger.  Now it's
just me and my mom.  Jake knew my dad back then, and he's kind of kept in
touch ever since."

"That's cool I guess. Sucks about your old man though."  Lucas said, as if
he had given up on trying to figure out my tangle of lies.

"Mind if I join you?"  Lucas asked.

"Uh, yeah of course."  I stammered.

"Cool." Lucas said, walking over to the hot tub and stepping in as if I had
invited him.

I stared at his tight ass as he walked by, happy to have finally met
someone my age, and even happier that he shared my like for speedos.

Sitting next to Lucas, but with an arm's length of separation, I took up a
conversation with my new friend.  "So, I hope you don't owe Mike too much
for losing the bet."  I said, truthfully just curious what they had
wagered.

"No big deal, nothing I wouldn't have done for him anyway."  Lucas said,
without giving any details.

"Oh, ok, cool.  Um, how did you two meet?"  I asked making small talk while
I waited for Jake.

"He's my neighbor."

"Oh that's cool.  He's a damn fast swimmer."  I said.

"Yeah he anchors the relay team for the school.  That wasn't even his
fastest pace."  Lucas said with true admiration.

At that moment Jake walked through the door heading toward the hot tub,
shirtless and in the same blue and white trunks as last time.  I could see
the hesitation on his face when he saw me sitting next to this new boy.

As Jake hesitantly approached the hot tub I looked up at him, which caught
the attention of Lucas who looked over his shoulder to see who I was
looking at.

"Um, Jake this is Lucas.  Lucas this is Jake."  I introduced them as Jake
entered the bubbling water.

"How's it going Lucas?"  Jake asked, reaching out his hand to shake
Lucas's.

"It's going great. Thanks for asking."  Lucas said, like it was an everyday
event that he met someone new in the gym's hot tub.

I could see Lucas staring at Jake as he sat down next me, putting me in
between them.  Lucas then looked at me with a broad smile.  "I wish I had a
friend like you Jake."  Lucas said, without the slightest hint of
reservation for making such a statement.

Jake and I had a stunned look on our faces from Lucas's comment.  Our
budding new relationship had us both on edge, worried about people finding
out the true details of our friendship, and very leery of what he meant by
it.

"Uh, what do you mean?"  Jake asked.

"You clearly know your way around a gym.  It would be nice to have someone
like you as friend to help me out."  Lucas said, flexing his bicep on his
left arm, while pinching the small muscle with fingers of his right hand.

"Uh, thanks.  I think you look fine for a boy your age.  Um, how old are
you?" Jake asked, sounding unsure as to how he was to respond in this
conversation.

Then Lucas did something that I wasn't ready for, a surprise move than
caught me off guard, "What?  What did you ask?" Lucas said, sliding over
until his thigh touched mine.

"I asked how old you are?" Jake repeated his question.

"Hard to hear over the jets." Lucas announced, but without moving back to
his earlier spot, even though he now had Jake's question. "I'm fourteen."

"Nice, and will you being attending THS with Blake next week?"  Jake asked,
sliding in as well so that his leg was touching mine.  THS standing for
Tacoma High School.

I kept my mouth shut and my eyes focused on the water, while the two of
them conversed like old friends.  I just hoped neither of them notice my
swollen speedo, even though I was more than happy to be the meat in their
sandwich.

"Yep freshman.  Going out for the swim team.  Trying to work on my speed so
I can make up for being a bit shorter." Lucas said, his left hand touching
my thigh just below my speedo.  "Oops, sorry." Lucas whispered to me,
removing his hand.  It happened so quick, and under the frothy water, where
Jake had no idea what Lucas had done.  But Lucas's innocent contact only
added to my state of arousal.

Jake and Lucas had a good long conversation, where it seemed as though I
was part of it, yet I had said nothing.  At no time did either of them
remove their legs from touching mine, and at no time did either of them
seem to be affected by it as much as me.  I was getting hot in more ways
than one and didn't know how to remove myself from the heat, or if I wanted
to.

Jake finally called an end to the hot tub announcing he needed to get back
to work.  I was thankful that Jake had spent enough time with me,
especially taking pictures of my facial expressions that he knew
immediately something was up, literally, when I shot him a look.  My toes
curled, when his hand rubbed over my hard prick, his look of understanding
saying it all.

"Boys can I get you your towels?"  Jake asked, standing and then exiting
the hot tub.

"Yes please."  I spit out quickly.

"Nah, I leave mine in my locker.  I'm just going to shower any way, why dry
off?"  Lucas said jumping up and stepping out of the hot tub.

Jake handed me my towel as I stood, making sure my bulging speedo was away
from Lucas.  With the towel around my waist we all headed to the locker
room, where Lucas shocked me once again.  Upon entering the locker room,
where Jake had held the door for us, Lucas shucked his speedo and then
turned to face us.  Just like in the shower with Diego, this was the second
time in my life I was face to face with an uncut three inch cock.  Lucas's
was a bit thinner than Diego's, and like me Lucas had shaved his pubes,
which made his limp prick stand out proud.

"It was really nice meeting you two.  I'm sure I'll see you in school
Blake.  Maybe we can sit together for lunch if you want to?"  Lucas said,
shaking our hands like it was nothing to stand naked in front of people.

As we said our goodbyes and Lucas turned to head into the shower room, I
turned to look at Jake, who like me was picking his chin up off the floor.

"Now there's a boy with some moxie."  Jake said, laughing as we headed to
the locker. "I should jump in the shower too, but I'm kind of scared with
him in there that he's going to walk right into my stall like we're
showering buddies.  Jake said laughing as he unlocked the locker.

We both changed, as I brought Jake up to speed on how I came to meet Lucas.
Jake couldn't get over Lucas's confidence, and I couldn't stop thinking
back to the hot tub with both of them touching me.

"So Blake, for your shoot tomorrow, I moved some of my meetings around and
I was hoping we could start at 9 am.  Does that work?"

In the short time Lucas had entered my little world he had dominated my
every minute.  So much so that I had forgotten about the upcoming naked
shoot, my excitement to see Jake, and my sore hole. Which was funny,
because now that Jake had brought up the shoot, bringing me back to
reality, all three subjects took front stage again.  I was surprised to
realize my hole didn't ache any more, assuming the pool and hot tub must
have done the job.  I was suddenly aware I would be naked tomorrow in front
of Jake's camera and the idea of gave me goose pimples.  But then I
remembered Jake, and that just yesterday this man had made love to me, and
I remembered why I was so excited to come to the gym in the first place.

 "Um yeah, sure that works."  I said, pulling my shorts on over my wet
speedo and under the towel which still hid my inflated cock.

"Cool, 9am it is."  I think you're going to like what I have planned.  Jake
said, raising his eyebrows a couple times to hint an `if I only you knew'
message to me.

Standing in the lobby saying our goodbyes, Jake and I ran into Lucas once
again. This time dressed in a black t-shirt with white lettering that read,
`boys that skate are better at grinding', across the front with a skate
board below it.  His black jeans, black vans, and his red skate board,
which he held in his hand by the wheels, completed the overall skateboarder
look.  I noted it was another thing we had in common.  Exchanging numbers
and agreeing to try and find him for lunch at school he said his goodbyes
one more time before he was off.  Jake and I watched him skate board across
the parking lot and then out of sight.

Jake had offered to drive me home, but I declined, having scheduled a date
with the local Supercuts to get my hair trimmed before my upcoming shoot.
Back at home, my hair freshly shorn, I was reunited once again with my
first true love, the shower wand in the master bath.  Daydreaming of Jake
and Lucas fucking me in the hot tub, the shower spray tickling my nut sack,
had me moaning minutes later in orgasmic bliss.  I spent the rest of the
day actually doing the chores on my mom's list, mostly so I didn't have to
hear her bitch at me, but also because I was feeling pretty good and I
thought I'd be that good son she thought I was.  I spent the later part of
the evening texting back and forth with Lucas, about the start of school,
and our shared interest in skating.

Thursday morning finally arrived and I was hypersensitive about my naked
photo shoot.  Even though knew I would shower again at Jake's, I decided to
take a shower so that I could make sure every part of me was shaved and
scrubbed at least twice. I wouldn't know until I got to Jake's how truly
happy I would be with that decision.

Seconds. That's all it took.  Just seconds for Jake to open his front door
and pull me in, pushing me against the entry wall, his tongue expertly
violating my mouth.  His left hand holding my wrists together, pinning my
arms above my head, while his right hand unfastened my khaki shorts, the
beige fabric sliding to the floor.  It only took seconds for Jake to have
me putty in his hands.

Weak-kneed, Jake stroked my bare cock, my boxer briefs pushed half way down
my thighs at some point during our mad kissing.  My shirt was pulled up and
over my head, bunched on the back of my neck, until Jake agreed to let my
arms fall so I could remove it properly.  This was to be a lesson, a lesson
in fucking, and my vocal participation was not needed.  Jake took me by the
arm into the living room, my briefs still around my legs, as I waddled to
keep up.  Reaching the couch, Jake bent me over its arm rest.

"Ohhhh, mmmmm, oh God Damn."  I moaned.  Jake, having dropped to his knees,
his tongue going straight for my hole, lapping on its wrinkly lips.

He quickly stripped me of my briefs, leaving me in my socks and shoes, as
his animalistic lust had patience for only the bare necessities.  I am not
sure where the lube came from, but there was no mistaking its feeling as
Jake stood, kissing the small of my back, the cool squishy feeling of his
right hand working the oily substance over my wet puckered hole.  My part
in this was simple, buckle up and enjoy the ride.  And I did just that, as
I held on to the couches back rest with my left hand, while supporting my
upper body with my right hand on the seat cushion below me. Waiting
excitedly for the ride to start.  And oh did it ever start.

"Uhhhh, fuuuucckkkkk, huh, huh, oh man, awwwwww, fuuuhhuuuucckkkkkk."  I
groaned, as Jake penetrated me.

Jake was as gentle as he had to be, so as not to hurt me, but rough enough
for me to know who was in charge, and who was getting fucked.  And while
this man had the size and power to intimidate most, in this moment I wasn't
scared at all.  I was in to it, I wanted it.  It's what I had dreamt of for
so long, hours spent on the internet looking for videos of just this, a
pure ball slapping fuck.

Jake stopped for a second, his hard cock all the way in me, as I tried to
relax and forget about the stinging in my hole.

"Good?"  Was all Jake said.

"Yeah." Was my simple response.

And off we went.  Like a train leaving the station, Jake's cock slowly
pulled and pushed, building with speed, until its engine topped out and the
train roared down the track, pounding my ass into the arm rest, the sounds
of sex blaring through the room like the horn of the train.

Our moaning was unintelligibly loud.  But it was not the only sound in the
room. Jake's rhythmic pounding echoed off the walls with the sound of wet
flesh crashing together as his crotch and swinging balls repeatedly hit my
overly lubed butt.

I was in a euphoric bliss, my ass having accepted his cock, its veiny skin
running over my prostate like a stampeding heard of cattle. His fingers
selfishly digging deep into my hips, assisting in holding me up, and making
sure this train did not go off the rails as he rocked my world for the next
ten minutes.

I was so lost in the moment that I only became aware of my hard swinging
prick when I felt my cock firing ropes of cum against the couch.  It was
enough to push Jake over the brink, and with a guttural growl and one last
push I felt Jake's seed surge into me.

"UHHHHHHHHHHH, SHIIIIIIITTTTT, FUUUUCCKKKKK."  Jake moaned, as my head
collapsed onto the couch cushion.

You would have thought we had just finished a triathlon based on our
breathing and sweaty bodies.

Jake slowly pulled his spent cock from my ass, before kneeling once more to
give my left cheek a playful bite.  Jake, too exhausted to stand, fell back
on his butt, sitting on the floor staring at his cum dripping from my hole.

"I think I made a mess on your couch."  I said between breaths, my head
still resting on the cushion.

Jake just chuckled, unable to come up with anything witty in response to my
silly comment.

"You ok?"  He asked, trying to stand up.

"Fuck that was amazing." I said, pushing myself up to a standing position,
staring at the small droplets of cum on the floor beneath me.

Jake took my hands into his, leaning in for a kiss, this time meeting me
three quarters of the way and letting my lips come to him.  With this kiss
I had all but forgotten why I was even there, until Jake broke away and
asked me something I never thought I'd hear him say.

"You wanna smoke a joint?"

"Fuck yeah I do."  I said, wondering if life got any better than this.

I pulled on my boxer briefs purely to keep from making a further mess in
Jake's kitchen, as he walked over to a cupboard and came back with a rolled
joint.  Jake was in just a tank top undershirt, as his limp cock swung
obscenely back and forth, his boxers on the floor by the couch.  Everything
had happened so fast that I couldn't even tell you if that is what he was
wearing when he opened the door, or if at some point he had stripped out of
his work clothes and they too were on the floor somewhere.  Either way, we
made quite the motley crew, sitting on bar stools at the island in his
kitchen as he lit the joint.

Jake and I passed it back and forth as he went over the uniqueness of the
shoot.

"So, I hope you don't mind, but I invited someone over to help us with your
shoot.  She's a friend of mine, who's also an amazing painter, and she's
been asking to do some work with me and one of my models.  And I thought
this would work for both of you." Jake said, waiting for my reaction.

 "She?"  I asked, the weed starting to kick in.

"Yes, she, as in female, you know someone with tits and a pussy.  I need to
know if you're cool with it, because she'll be here in an hour or so and we
have a lot to do. Or do I need to call her off?"  Jake asked, opening the
kitchen windows, still naked from the waist down.

"She's going to paint a picture of me while I pose naked for you?"  I
asked, trying to wrap my stoned mind around it.

"Oh no silly boy, she's not painting a picture of you, she's painting the
outfit on you.  She's been wanting to try airbrushing on a model for a
while now, and that's why I thought of you.  Wicked right?"

"What if I get hard?  Is that going to freak her out?"  I asked, kind of
laughing at the image in my head.

"Buddy, I hate to break it to you, but you're going to get hard.  She's
cool with it.  It won't be the first hard dick she's seen."  Jake informed
me.  "But with that said, it's why I thought today would be a good day for
us to get a little high.  Perhaps calm your nerves a bit.  And shit, it's
not like I'm not already breaking a crap load of laws when I'm with you.
Now they can add giving weed to a minor."  Jake said picking up the living
room from our morning fuck, silently laughing at his own joke.

"No, they can add giving some damn fine weed to a minor.  That shit is the
shit."  I said with all the seriousness a stoned fourteen year old could
have.  Jake's stash hit me hard.

Jake just laughed. "So you're good then. You know with the airbrushing
idea?"

"Yeah dude, paint away, lady painter."  I said, taking gulps out of the
bottle of water Jake had handed me. All of a sudden it hit me, his comment
about breaking laws.

"Oh shit dude, what if she finds out I'm only fourteen."  I asked, with a
little giggle.

"I already told her buddy.  No worries.  You know the rules, what's done at
Jake's stays at Jake's."  Jake spouted off like his house was Vegas.

"Sweet."  I said as I watched Jake slide his boxers over his beautifully
hairy ass.

"Then let's go buddy.  We don't have time to waste."  Jake said, throwing
my khaki shorts and shirt at me.

Looking in the studio bathrooms mirror, the toothpaste foaming around my
lips as I brushed my teeth, I wondered what I was about to get myself into.
All I kept thinking about was that poster of Kate Upton in her painted on
bikini.  Giggling, I stepped into the shower imaging me with the same
painted on bikini posing on a beach.

The shower did wonders to wash away the cum and lube from the earlier
events, but it also took some of the high away from me, which was replaced
with doubt and embarrassment.  Entering the studio, towel wrapped around
me, I saw Jake setting up the shoot which was to be in front of the green
screen again.  I headed toward Jake, who saw me coming and stopped me.
"You need to go change."  He said pointing to the changing area.

That shocked me a bit, but I walked over to the privacy area as requested
and saw just one box waiting for me.  #5.

Opening it, I removed a green short sleeve button up baseball jersey that
read in block letters across the front, Knights. Next were the white and
green pin stripped pants, green solid belt, green knee high socks, green
baseball cap, which also said Knights, black cleats and a jock, with cup
and all.

Putting on the outfit, I had instant memory flashes back to being eight
years old and my short lived baseball playing days, only I didn't recall
wearing a jock without underwear back then.Jake handed me a baseball bat
when I walked up to him, the cleats clicking on the tile floor with every
step.

"Aren't I a bit over dressed?"  I asked.

"Yep.  That's why we need to kick this into high gear."  Jake said,
clicking off the first of many pictures the second I had turned toward the
camera.

From there Jake had me pose in all the positions one would play if they
were on an actual team.  Bat on shoulder, bunting, swinging, ball and
glove, a ready stance like I was playing short stop, and then sliding into
an imaginary base.  Then the shoot headed in the direction I knew it would,
when Jake asked me to unbutton the shirt and spin the hat around.

From there he had me kick off the cleats and release the belt, snapping off
pictures as I held the bat off my shoulder, chest exposed.  Soon I was
standing pant-less, in just my jock, jersey, hat and socks.  From here Jake
had me pull the jersey off my shoulders hinting at its removal, like a slow
motion strip tease.  Finally, I was down to just the jock, hat and socks,
as Jake snapped photos of me in all positions including on all fours, my
ass on display.

I was in this position when the silence of the room was interrupted.  "Hey
Jake.  Hope it's alright but I let myself in."  Came a woman's voice.  From
my embarrassing position on my hands and knees, Jake sitting behind me
taking direct photos of my bubble butt, I could just make out the legs of
this strange woman, while her upper body and face were hidden from be
behind the cart full of camera gear.

"Hi Kristen.  That's perfect.  I probably couldn't hear the doorbell even
if you rang it.  Go ahead and take a break Blake."  Jake said spinning back
to address me, before standing and walking over to greet his friend.

I stood, getting a good look of the woman who had entered the room.  She
looked to be of Jake's age, with dark black curly hair that fanned out past
her shoulders, the top covered by a red bandana that was knotted in the
back.  Her face, soft and glowing, with her makeup highlighting her round
pink cheeks.  Her plump lips were covered with a bright red lipstick that
drew you in only for a second, until your eyes naturally drifted down to
the plunging V-neck and the ample cleavage showing out of her black short
sleeved shirt.  Her dark blue Jeans, skin tight and showing off her curvy
hips and backside, stopped mid-calf.  Her bare feet covered by new looking
red colored Keds which completed the look.

There was no denying she was an attractive woman, but what caught my
attention was the cherry blossom tree tattoo on her left arm that gave her
a kind of a bad ass look, which really turned me on, even though she
clearly wasn't my type.  Of course the fact that I did find her attractive
didn't help my young nerves when I realized I was standing in front her
barely clothed.  Jake's weed was damn good, but it was no match for natural
fear and adrenaline.

"Kristen this Blake.  Blake this is Kristen."  Jake said introducing each
of us.

"Hi Blake.  Oh aren't you a little cutie."  Kristen said as she approached
me.

I was flushed red with embarrassment my hands crossed in front of my
crotch, "Thanks, nice to meet you." I said quietly, reaching out to shake
her hand.

"He's a shy one isn't he."  She said to Jake, while shaking my hand.

"Yeah, but once he gets to know you, he'll open up."  Jake said, as if I
wasn't standing right there hearing them talk about me like I was his new
puppy.

"Yeah sorry. Kind of nervous about doing a, um you know, naked photo
shoot."  I said, kind of scanning the floor in an effort to not make eye
contact.

"I completely understand honey, it can be a little nerve racking your first
time.  I find though that's its easier, if you just say `fuck it' and jump
in with both feet.  But my guess is you already know that, right."  She
said winking at me.

I don't know why but there was something about Kristen that just put me at
ease, perhaps her laid back confidence.  "I agree."

It was hard to argue with her logic, knowing she knew why I was standing in
front of her in just a jock, and more than likely why Jake had been taking
pictures of me.  Not exactly something your typical fourteen year old puts
on their list of daily activities.

"Well I'm glad you agree buddy, because jumping into it is exactly what we
need to do.  You see, with the airbrushing we need to work backwards,
because once it's painted on you we can't take it off so easily.  That's
means we need to get you naked so she can paint a jock on you." Jake said.

I bit my lip and nodded. Understanding the time had come, but wishing badly
that I hadn't agreed to this, and that I could have spent the whole day
just fucking and sucking Jake.

I tentatively walked over to where Kristen had dropped her gear, and where
she was currently unfolding a drop cloth to protect the floor.  The whole
way over I silently repeated to myself words of encouragement, you can do
this, you got this, no big deal...FUCK!

I put off the inevitable as long as I could by removing the hat and socks
first, but that took no time at all and now I was down to just the jock,
and so with eyes closed, I did it.

"You have a beautiful canvas Blake.  Your natural body is nothing to be
embarrassed about.  It's why I've wanted to try painting someone for so
long.  You get to express yourself to the world, and have fun playing dress
up at the same time.  What could be better?  Right?"

I appreciated Kristen's words, but at that moment standing naked in front
of an adult woman I really didn't know, I could think of a lot of things
that could and were better.

"Alright honey, let me know if I do something that bothers you."  She said,
kneeling in front of me, her airbrush in hand.  I knew from an early age
that I was attracted to men and boys, I fantasized about them all the time,
but that didn't mean a girl didn't sneak into my fantasies every now and
then. Watching Kristen take such a provocative stance in front of me
quickly became too much for my brain to process and I closed my eyes tight.
Thinking about anything else had to be better than watching a woman inches
from my dick.

Shit, baseball was my go to memory when I was trying to keep from getting
hard or shooting too fast, and now with this shoot that idea was blown out
of the water.  I started concentrating on the only thing I could think of
that was sexually displeasing enough to keep my cock down, road kill.

At first it seemed to work, as I felt the initial sprays of paint hit my
skin, but when Kristen touched my hip and the white paint tickled the skin
above my dick, no amount of dead skunks were keeping my dick from
rising. My level of embarrassment was at an all-time high, until it
occurred to me, there were things worse than being naked in front of a
stranger.  My eyes shot open when her manicured hand grabbed my cock, the
worry of getting hard in front of her now replaced with the dread of
something far worse happening, God help me if I came on this woman.  I was
sure I would die of embarrassment naked in Jake's studio room.

"You have a lovely cock Blake.  Let me know if me touching it is too much
for you."  Kristen said, like it was an everyday event to have a teens cock
in her hand.

 I was dying as she absentmindedly stroked my cock, using it like a handle
to direct me on which way to turn. Kristen had sprayed the white base
foundation for the jocks straps and pouch, minus the skin on my dick, which
was still hard and in her hand.  I got a moment of relief as she switched
to a gray color.  I looked over at Jake who was two feet away sitting on
his stool, arms crossed, intently watching Kristen work her master piece.

Kristen took up right where she had left off, grabbing my hard cock, and
using it as a tool by which to move me around by.  I focused on my
breathing, trying to negate the feelings I had growing in my cock and
balls.  In the few times I had dared to look down I was impressed at how
well it was coming.  You could clearly make out the jock with all its
details, and once she added the shadowing it really looked like I was
wearing one.

"Ok honey, we've got a bit of a problem now.  I can't really finish this
with you in this current state."  She said, giving my hard on a couple
tugs.

"Sorry. Uh, um... Give me a sec and I think it'll go down.  I said, not
really knowing what else to say.

"Honey, I've played with enough men to know this," She said, stroking my
cock, "It isn't going away till it gets what it needs."

"What do you mean?" I asked.  "Mmmmm." Letting out a small moan from her
gentle stroking.

"Let me show you."  Kristen said, moving before I could react.  Leaning
forward she took my cock into her mouth.

I froze immediately.  Was I supposed to push her off?  What did Jake want
me to do?  What was Jake going to do?  And, Oh God, her mouth felt so good
sucking on my pole.

"Uhhhh, mmmmm, ohhhh." I moaned as I alternated between looking at Jake and
watching Kristen's red lips move up and down my shaft.

Jake showed no intent of stopping what was going on, his approval of it
evident by the massive bulge in his jeans that he rubbed absentmindedly.

I was at a loss as to how I should feel about this, but my cock wasn't.  It
had recognized the skilled mouth that was worshiping it and was getting
closer to rewarding its efforts.

"Kris, Krist, Kristen, oh shit, wait, wait, ahhhhhhh." I moaned, trying to
maintain my balance with my cock erupting in her mouth, not sure where to
put my hands.  My relationship with this woman just became much more
intimate.

Kristen swallowed every little drop of my teen load before releasing my
spent prick from her mouth.

"Well honey, I think that should do it for a while.  What do you think?"
She asked licking her lips.

"Holy shit."  Was all I said, but it was enough to get a chuckle out of
Kristen and Jake.

Once again I couldn't argue with her logic, the wonderful BJ she gave did
the job, and Kristen was able to finish painting over my cock, completing
the rest of the jock strap.

I could tell that Jake was happy to get back to taking pictures, where he
nearly knocked his camera cart over while running back to it.  I walked
back onto the green screen, in technically just a hat and socks, with Jake
picking up his camera and smiling ear to ear.

For all intents and purposes it looked like I was wearing a white jock, but
if you focused hard enough you could see my limp puffy cock resting against
my teen ball sack.  Jake ran me through the rest of the shoot with me
striking poses that emphasized my crotch.

From there the day relaxed a bit, with me going back to Kristen's work area
so she could paint on a white and green jersey onto my chest, back and
arms.  The final shots of the day were of me running my hand through my
hair with the cap and socks off so that I was completely naked in front of
the camera.

When it was over, Jake threw me the towel to wrap around my waist, while we
huddled behind his laptop looking at the prints he downloaded from his
camera.We all agreed they looked amazing, and as Kristen was leaving I gave
her a huge hug, thanking her for all she did.

"See Blake, not so bad right?"  Kristen said, before hugging Jake and
heading out.

While Jake picked up the studio room, I jumped in the shower and washed the
paint off me, watching it mix and swirl down the drain.

"You did great Blake.  I think it went really well.  What do you think?"
Jake asked.

"It was a bit weird, but yeah, a lot of fun.  Kristen was really cool." I
said.

"Yeah, I'm sure you liked her."  Jake said, laughing a little harder than
what seemed appropriate.

"What's so funny?"  I asked.

"Nothing. I'll let you work it out later."  Jake said.

I was sure it had something to do with fooling around with a woman, I just
couldn't piece it together right then and there.

"So, you up for a shoot this Saturday, or do you need this weekend to get
ready for school?"  Jake asked.

"Nope, school doesn't start until Wednesday so I'm good for it."

"Perfect, then we just need to figure out your next shoot.  Where do we go
from here Blake?"  Jake said, showing me the laptop and my progress.

Hudson Photography BLAKE PATTERSON CATEGORY #3 $50 Owed = $27,350 CATEGORY
#2 $150 Photo Shoot #4= <-$2,500> CATEGORY #1 $250 Balance = $24,850
CATEGORY #0 $500 CATEGORY P# $1,000 CATEGORY X $1,500 CATEGORY XXX $2,000

"Remember, you can take an additional $500 off for today's shoot."  Jake
said.

"Sweet, I'm almost to twenty thousand.  Did you ever hear back from the guy
who bought the last shoot, did he like it?  Does he want anything else?"  I
asked.

"Oh yeah, he loved it.  And he's got plenty of ideas for shoots that he'll
pay for.  I'm just not sure you're ready to do them yet." Jake said,
shaking his head.

"Really, like what?"  I asked, intrigued.

"I promise Blake, when I think you're ready we'll discuss it.  Ok?"

"Ok.  Well then, how about another partner shoot with Diego?"

Jake hesitated, "Uh, I don't know Blake.  I know everyone said they were
fine with it, but you two have school starting soon. I really don't have it
worked out... Um, let me think a bout it and see if I can come up with an
idea and see if Diego is available."

"Ok, sounds good." I said, not wanting to push it.

Jake and I shared one more passionate kiss, before I headed off home and he
headed back to work.  At home I was floating in a sea of bliss, thrilled
with how the day had gone.  Sitting on my bed with my aptly named laptop on
my lap, I researched tumblr sites looking for ideas for me and Diego when
lightning struck.

"What the Fuck?"  I said out loud.

It happened, it finally happened.  I found myself.  It was a photo from my
first shoot.  I sat there staring at the picture of me in a soccer uniform
kneeling with the ball, intermixed on this tumblr page with other pictures
of young men in various stages of dress.  I didn't know what to do, or more
accurately, I didn't know if I could do it.  Could I click on the photo and
open Pandora's Box?  I was shocked to see my photo had achieved eight
hundred and thirty two likes, which was high for any photo on tumblr,
especially for just a kid in a soccer uniform. I had to do it.

I clicked on my photo, watching as it opened to seven more photos from that
shoot.  All of the photos on the page, except the first one, were of me
shirtless. The last two were of me in the wet soccer shorts where the water
had pulled the shorts down, exposing the lump in my wet tighty whities.
The pictures were just as I remembered taking them.  It was after the last
photo that thunder finally made its presence.

"For nude photos of this soccer player, email me with photos you're willing
to trade."

I read that sentence at least a hundred times if not more.  What nude
photos?  The only ones I knew Jake had taken were from last week and today.
And he told me he was only sending those to that one buyer, and then ones
from today were way to new to be on the web already.  I racked my brain for
the next hour, looking at all the sites of those who had liked the photos
of me.  Some had reposted them, most just liked them, but only this one was
offering nudes of me, and it was driving me nuts.

Ver nervously I typed out an email. 'I'm interested in trading photos with
you for nudes of the soccer player, please show me a sample of what you
have.'  Then I hit the SEND button.  I was bluffing. I didn't have photos
to share with him, but I couldn't just let it go. And it was done, the
email had been sent, and now I waited. I had never been so anxious in my
life, not even when the house was on fire and I waited for the fire
department.  I paced in my room as night came, my mom having long since
gone to bed.  But then I heard the chime, I had a new email.  Sitting back
down to my laptop, I saw it was a response from my new pen pal.  My heart
fluttered when I saw the paper clip symbol, noting an attachment on the
returned email.

I opened the email and read the words, "I'll show you mine. Now you show me
yours." Could this be real, oh my God, I took a deep breath, and clicked on
the attachment.