Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2012 22:48:08 +0100
From: John Woods <torchwood16@gmail.com>
Subject: Teenage Encounters 4: Frolics On Film

The following series is a continuing series of fantasies which i have
been experiencing for a few years about some of my classmates from my
school life. Names have been changed. Hope you enjoy and i would appreciate
your feedback. Thanks. Please don't reprint it, in part or in whole,
without permission.

This is the fourth part of the series and there is ongoing continuity so
some parts may not make sense unless you have read earlier parts which can
be found elsewhere in this archive. Thanks for reading and i appreciate any
feedback from readers at my email address.

*Previously:* I am in Brad's room after his mates turned up unexpectedly,
with nothing to do...**



Oh, what I wouldn't give to have Brad up here with me, I thought, as my
gaze wandered the room for some activity to fill the time with. I cast my
eye around the room and suddenly, an object came into vision which formed
an idea in my head. An idea that would make time that little bit more
interesting...



          I got up off the bed and reached up to the shelf opposite Brad's
bed, and reached for the object I could see clinging to the edge, calling
out for use. The camcorder was a new version and was a lot slimmer than the
version my parents had at home, which they had owned for years. I bought it
onto the cupboard which was leaning against the wall opposite the bed and
pressed record, the red light glowing to affirm this.

          I moved back to the bed and laid down in a comfortable position
within the view of the camera. I glanced at the photo again and looked at
Brad's eyes in the photo. The eyes were sparkling. Egging me on. I held my
gaze on his hotness as my right hand moved down to my groin. I already had
a semi from the anticipation of what I was going to do and I began to rub
it vigorously through my trousers, which gave me more of a sensation then
pleasure but it was enough. My intention was to provide stimulating
material for my man. I kept switching my gaze from the photo of Brad to the
camera as I did this, licking my lips for added effect.

          After a few more minutes of doing this, I put the photo down on
the duvet beside me and with my free hand began unbuckling my belt and
pulling off my trousers, before throwing them towards the camera, giving
the desired shot of them flying over then falling short, leaving the lens
still exposed, leaving no need for getting up and removing them before
continuing my filming.

          I gently forced my right hand through the opening in my boxer
shorts, aware of the need to exaggerate my actions just to make sure that
the camera picked them up well enough for Brad's viewing later, and began
to wank again once I got a grip on my semi, more smoothly this time. Images
of Brad flooded my mind, all my memories of him and conversations I had had
with him -- all of which had been meaningless until the night before -- but I
regarded each of them as important. The times he had asked me to borrow a
pen in Spanish class, the time he asked for help with his English work, all
moments I would remember for a very long time. I was overcome with the
effect of his image and the sound of his sexily smooth tones. However I was
in bliss when these turned to the vocals I had heard over the past two
nights, tempting me to make some of my own vocals for the camera, albeit
not as loud as I would have liked to ensure they were not heard downstairs.
I slipped my boxers down a little, enough so that the camera would get a
nice view of my cock but, with my boxers still visible at the bottom of the
frame.

          My mind soon wandered off and I wondered what my life would be
like if I were open about my sexuality. I knew what this would mean. I
would definitely get a rough time if I did admit I was gay. I mean, I had
enough abuse as it was, people always calling me gay, offending me without
realising or just not caring that I was actually gay and their words were
making me insecure about it. At least I wasn't as insecure now that I knew
that Brad was gay too and I had someone to tell all the things I couldn't
confide in anyone else. I suppose it would be a bit easier if Brad came out
too as no one would dare to give him grief about it. He was a jock, but he
had made it clear that he wasn't ready now, if ever, to tell people. I
mean, to be fair, I could understand it, he was the guy that every girl in
the school wanted to have clinging to their arm. Only I knew how improbable
that image was.

          I continued to stare at the photo as my heart sank with the
answer. For the moment at least, Brad's social life came before his sex
life. Before me.

          It was a certainty that I had broadened his horizons but he would
not risk that for his strongly forged friendships with the popular kids,
and for now, I had to accept that, and see what we have as a very fun
relationship. After all, who knew if me and Brad would still be together in
a years' time -- although I could strongly hope that this was the case. Just
because I feel he is my soul mate, doesn't guarantee he feels the same way
about me. And even if he didn't come out for the rest of his life, I knew I
would love to be sucking that monstrous dick, even in 10 years' time.

          Me and Brad were a well-guarded secret, with neither of us
wanting to tell anyone due to what was at stake for both of us. We were a
very special secret and I was not going to risk that by placing an
ultimatum on him, regarding his status in the closet. The pressure would
surely signal the end of our time together and I was going to do everything
I could to ensure that was not the case.

          Speaking of pressure, it was at this point that I felt pressure
building inside me, and as I felt the cum rising up my shaft I picked up
the photo again with my left hand and with my other hand I aimed my cock
directly at the hunk in the picture. I erupted with the force of Vesuvius
over his face and clothed body, his cum covered form setting rise to
countless spurts of unanticipated cream from my cock. I gestured the
picture to the camera before licking some off, smiling at the camera and
then I slowly got up, placed the photo directly in front of the camera on
the cupboard and after about 10 seconds I turned the camera off and got
dressed.

          I found some paper and scribbled down a note for Brad which I
placed on the cupboard alongside the camera and the cum-covered picture of
him. It read `Play me when you are ready for the time of your life, Love
xxx', and with that I turned off the light and quietly left the room, still
partially hard after my shenanigans. I kept thinking of how Brad would
react when he heard my loud moans on the video and what he would think of
my amateur attempt at a sex tape for him.

          I cautiously approached the door and saw that Brad had shut the
lounge door, so I could leave unseen. I decided not to get a lift home with
Brad's butler but to walk instead, and as I left the mansion, I glanced
back towards the room with the curtains closed where not an hour ago, me
and Brad had wanked into those wine glasses. An exercise I hoped to repeat
sometime. It already seemed an age as I left his house and I couldn't have
imagined how soon I would have been back there.



          On Monday morning, we had English first lesson and we were on
laptops, typing up our coursework. As usual, everyone was playing games
whenever Mrs Jacobs had her back turned. I looked over Brad's shoulders and
at one point I saw him typing an email over his broad shoulders. I squinted
at the email address and saw it was mine, prompting me to sign into my
Google mail account and eagerly await his message. It arrived a minute
later, popping onto the screen, I clicked it and read it after checking
that no one else was looking and able to see what it said.

          *"I loved the surprise I got when I watched your video. Was hard
as soon as I saw the graffiti on my football picture. ;) It was so hot. I
loved it! Can't wait until our next session. Love you babes x"*

          I smirked as I read it and felt my cock stiffen a little in my
boxers. I sent a reply telling him to wait behind and I would talk to him
alone then. I didn't expect another reply to that message so I was a little
shocked when I got one.

          *"Good. I've got a proposition for you. X"*

          This last message perplexed me. What could the proposition be?
Luckily I didn't have to wait long to find out.

          As the rest of the class filed out of the classroom, I took a
while to shut down my laptop and gather together my things, as did Brad.
Once it was only me, Brad and Mrs Jacobs remaining in the room, he glanced
at Mrs Jacobs, who suddenly smiled at us and decided she had some task to
fulfil her time with. `I'll give you two a minute.'

          I chuckled at the absurdness of this. `It's like you've bribed
her or something.' I joked and Brad nodded to confirm this. I was
gobsmacked. `Really?'

          `Yeah. We have to have some alone time together at school, don't
we?' he smirked and I smiled back as he grabbed my head in his hands and
kissed my lips gently. They tingled with his touch. He parted the embrace
and I smiled at this unexpected public display of affection. I regained my
composure and gained the courage to ask `What is this proposition then?
You're not asking me to commit to marrying you, are you?' I joked,
chuckling then stopping as his face fell. `You were?' I asked shocked,
wanting to know his intentions.

          He laughed. `No, but what I am going to ask you will be a very
big decision on your part. If you think I'm moving too fast, tell me and
I'll stop.' He paused before dropping the question on me. `I want you to
move in with me.' He blurted out, making sweet music to my ears. Was this
actually happening? To me? Had the actual Brad actually just asked me that?
Was I to believe what I thought I had heard? It must have been a mistake.
Wishful thinking and all that. My ears had zoned out for a second.

          `Move in with you?' I repeated, just to clarify. I waited in
anticipation until he nodded.

          `You'll need to think about it, of course.' He said hastily. `You
wouldn't want to rush into something this important.'

          `Thinking done. I accept. Gladly.' I clasped his hand in mine and
gazed deeply into his eyes. I was utterly in love. And now I pretty sure
that Brad was now.



          That night, as soon as I got home, I explained to my parents that
me and one of my mates were moving in with each other to get used to having
to live off our own money before heading to university and although they
weren't totally thrilled with the idea, I wasn't about to let them ruin my
plans. I ran upstairs to pack my bags and got a taxi to Brad's house --
after all I didn't want Brad's butler turning up in a car which costs more
than my house or my clever lie would have been seen through quicker than I
had told it in the first place.

          Part of the deal was that although we would be sleeping together,
I would also get my own room, to store my stuff and to sleep in
occasionally as we were prepared for any situation such as arguments or
just not wanting to sleep together that night, even if we weren't having
sex.

I was just hoping that Mrs Jacobs could keep her mouth quiet, especially
now that Brad was bribing her, as all she did whenever she saw me at school
now was grin like a Cheshire cat and I was always on edge in case she said
anything to give the game away. However she was a lovely person so I was
reassured that she could be trustworthy and Brad had declared that his
friends would know nothing about the matter, which suited me, although he
did warn me that I may have to hide in my room when the other jocks came
round but he said that he was worth it and I knew for a fact that he was.

When I arrived at Brad's he said he would give me some time to unpack, and
it was as I was unpacking my stuff into my new room alone that my thoughts
pondered back to his first message that day. He had said `Can't wait until
our next session.' This got me panicking. Was this how he saw our
relationship? Like a relationship between a client and a therapist? Was I
becoming his sex therapist? Because that wasn't the way I saw it at all.
Was the sex just his way of relieving himself or was he actually in this
for the same reason as me? I may be besotted but could I be so sure that he
was too?

And more importantly, had I made a hasty decision in deciding to move in
with him? I brushed it all off as worries of the new world I had found
myself in, hoping against hope that I wasn't wrong. But even if it didn't
work out, I planned on having the time of my life.

Five minutes later, I ventured into Brad's room and saw that he was lying
on the bed, having been waiting for me for who knows how long. It had been
an age and I smiled, sinking into his muscular arms, my safety blanket
against the world. We lay there for hours, not moving, just laying wrapped
in each other until we both drifted into sleep. An expression of our love.



TO BE CONTINUED...