Chapter 1


It was all my own fault, basically. When I was a kid I had some exhibitionist tendencies. I wasn't aware of it being at all sexual at the time. I just knew that I liked being naked, especially if there was a risk that I'd be seen.

One of my favorite things to do, if I happened to wake up in the middle of the night, was sneak out to the backyard, take off my clothes and play naked outside in the cool night air for a while before sneaking back to bed. It didn't happen often, but once a month or so I'd find myself bare naked in the moonlight, having a midnight snack from the plum tree or whizzing on the back fence.

One afternoon I was out in the backyard, watering the garden (properly this time) when our next-door neighbor got my attention and invited me to climb over the fence to his house. He was a kind, older man in his 50's or so. He'd known me since I was a toddler. He was an antiques dealer and occasionally gave me gifts of old toys. That day he said he had a large glass jar full of vintage marbles he wanted to offer me. I shut off the water, scrambled over the fence and entered his house. I was 11 years old.

I liked visiting his house because it was packed full of weird old things. Antique furniture and art covered the walls, as well as bookshelves full of art books and little sculptures. Everywhere I looked there was something to investigate. When he handed me the jar I could barely hold it up. It was filled to the brim with marbles of every color and he took his time showing me how I could tell which ones were the oldest and which were newer. He talked about the games boys played with them when he was my age. I felt special to be deserving of such a cool gift.

He offered me a popsicle. We sat in his living room and while I licked, he continued talking about marbles and the olden days. I was interested, but my attention was taken by a big thick book under his glass coffee table with a nude man on the cover. I felt like I wasn't supposed to look, I tried to stay focused, but my eyes kept returning to the book. I knew he had caught me out when he reached under the table and pulled it out.

"Are you interested in photography? It's ok, you can look. Here…" He casually swapped out my popsicle for the book which I carefully began to page through. My parents were both artists, so the idea of nude photographs wasn't completely shocking, but I'd never seen so many of them in one place, and all of them men. He watched over my shoulder. He pointed to a color photo of a man in a forest. "He reminds me of you, when you run around in your backyard at night."

I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. I had no idea I had been observed! I tried to think back… when was the last time? What had he seen me doing? How dark was it? How much of me had he seen? How had I missed noticing him watching? My face was burning hot.

He must have noticed my distress because he quickly assured me that he wasn't going to tell anyone. "I don't think your parents need to know about that, do they? Just some harmless fun for a boy your age" he said as he went to one of the bookshelves and brought out a couple more photo books. He treated it like it was no big deal, offering me a selection of nude men to examine. I kept flipping through the books, excited to see so many different bodies, completely exposed for me, but also because it meant I didn't have to meet his gaze. I felt so stupid and embarrassed, knowing what he had seen and knowing he could easily tell my parents if he wanted to.

"So, Alex, do you want to tell me why you run around naked at night?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Do you like being naked? Like the men in the books?"

"I dunno. Sometimes."

"You know a lot of men like to show off their bodies. Wait here."

When he returned, he had a large leather-bound photo album. Inside were more naked men, but actual black and white photos glued to the pages. Some of them had erections, and several of the pictures were just close-ups of their cocks. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. I felt some sort of warm, buzzy feeling down around my stomach as I looked over the men and their large, stiff erections.

"Do you know who took those photos?"

"No."

"I did."

I looked up at him, stunned. He knew all these men? He had taken their photos? All naked and… hard and everything?

"Really?"

"Really. Just downstairs in the garage. I have a little studio set up." He paused for a moment while I turned the page. "I could take your photo too, if you want…"


"Naked?"

"Yeah! If you want. You'll look just like the men in the pictures."

"No way! I don't look anything like they do."

"Well, they're all grown up. No one expects you to look like that yet." He leaned in close, as if sharing a secret. "In fact, from what I saw, you look quite big down there for a boy your age."

"No I don't…" I was blushing again, but this time with a smile on my face. A few compliments and kind words always worked on me.

"Oh yes you do. Let me show you something." He produced a magazine. It was an old one, not shiny and glossy like regular magazines. It showed boys and girls naked outdoors. Sometimes alone, sometimes in large groups or even with their parents. No sex, no erections, but very publicly naked. He pointed out a full body shot of one boy in particular.

"See? There's a good-looking boy about your age, and unless I'm wrong you're bigger than he is, aren't you?"

"I dunno. Maybe." I studied the picture carefully. I ran my finger over it as if I could touch him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A boy just like me completely naked in a magazine.

"How about you show me. I'll tell you who's bigger."

"Right now?"

"Yeah. Right now. I mean, I've already seen it, right? You've got nothing to hide from me. I promise, I won't say anything to anyone. This is just between us. Just like your midnight adventures."

I knew I wasn't supposed to, but the man was basically an old friend I'd known longer than I could remember, and ultimately I was the sort of boy who just wanted adults to be pleased with him. I took a deep breath, mustered my courage and started pulling at my belt.

"Wait, let me do it."

"I can do it."



"I know you can, but please just humor me."

He made me stand up and his hands went to my belt. I let him undo it, then unzip my jeans and with both hands pull them and my briefs right down to my knees. I steadied myself on his shoulder while he lifted my shirt and took my wiener in his hand, just holding it up so he could see and then pulling back the foreskin. Other than my doctor, he was the first person to touch me like that.

"See, I told you! You're big for a boy your age. You're bigger than he is." He showed me the boy in the magazine. His touch made it stiffen, but with my whole body buzzing from nerves and excitement I barely registered it. I was happy hearing him praise my penis, which I had barely considered before that day. "Do you want to let me take your picture now? Just like him?"

I started to worry about being gone so long. Would my mom ask questions when I got back? "Does it take long?"

"Let's just take one quick picture. And if you like it, we can do more another time ok?"

"Ok." I was nervous and tingling all over. I started to pull my pants up, but he stopped me and helped me out of everything. He left my clothes on the sofa and lead me naked through his house and down the stairs. It felt strange and exciting, being naked in someone else's home, walking with my boner bouncing in front of me. Downstairs was a studio space between his garage and the exit to his backyard. A tripod and a few lights faced a white wall. He explained that he took pictures of his antiques before selling them, but from time to time he took other special pictures. He directed me to stand in front of a white wall as he turned on a couple of bright lights on stands. 

"What do I do?"

"Nothing. You're beautiful just like that. Just smile."

I gave him a big grin. He took several pictures quickly. My heart was pounding, and the growing nervousness of being separated from my clothes meant I had gone soft.

"Can you give yourself a stiffy again?"

"What?"

"Like this." He kneeled down and stroked me slowly with two fingers, coaxing it hard again. "There you go. A nice big stiffy for a boy your age." He had me stand with my legs apart and my hands on my hips like Superman. I was thrilled by all his attention, but also starting to get worried.

"I have to go home I think."

"Ok," he put down the camera and wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close. "I want you to know, Alex, you're a special boy. Most boys wouldn't have done this, but I knew you would when I saw you in the garden. You know this has to be a secret, right? Just like it's a secret that you get naked outside."

"I know."

"Good boy. I'm going to develop these pictures and next time you come over you can see. Ok?"

"Ok!"

I was still erect but also was so overwhelmed by everything that had happened I just needed to get back to my bedroom and close the door and clear my head. I walked back through the house, fully naked. I dressed in the living room, looking at the scattered books and magazine, my popsicle melted on the coffee table. I was so distracted he even had to remind me to take my marbles. With his help I climbed back over the fence and got the jar home. I showed them to my mom who hadn't noticed my absence at all. She said they were very pretty and asked if I had thanked him for the gift.

I went to my room, put the marbles on my desk and lay on my bed, rubbing my boner through my pants while I thought about how the man next door had pictures of me naked and whether anyone else would ever see them. I was completely scared of being exposed and completely turned on that he'd seen me and how he had told me I was a beautiful boy with a big cock. I was already hooked, and like I said it was basically my own fault.


Chapter 2

It was a week before I went back to his house. I avoided contact with him the whole time, which was difficult because he lived right next door and could easily see into our garden. From inside my house I could see him out on his porch and knew he was watching for me. I was worried about all the secrets he knew about me, like how much I enjoyed being naked, and the photos he'd taken of me. On the other hand, I really wanted to see those pictures developed, not to mention all the books and magazines of his that I still hadn't looked through. Eventually my curiosity won out. One afternoon when I saw him outside, I went and stood on our porch. He waved at me. I waved back. He beckoned me over and I climbed the fence between our yards.

"Does you mom know you're coming over?"

"No."

"Is that ok? She's not going to come looking for you?"

"I think it's ok for a while. Can I see my pictures?"

He smiled. "Of course! Of course!" He took me back into his living room and pulled out a manila folder. There I was, completely naked and smiling, and then again with an erection. I could feel myself getting hard again as I looked at myself. There were close ups of my face and of my boner too, which I hadn't realized he had taken. About eight black and white photos in large 8x10 format.

"Are you going to put them in your book?"

"Well, I thought if you wanted to take some more pictures, I could make a book just for you!" He showed me a brand new photo album with a blue leather cover.

"A whole book?"

"Sure. We can take all sort of pictures."

"Naked pictures?"

"Yep! If you want to be naked, that is…" He put his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed it.

"Um, can I see the magazines again?"

"Which ones."

"With… you know…"

"I have a lot of magazine. Tell me. What do you want to see?"

I felt my face going red. I really didn't want to admit my interests.

"The one with the naked boys."

He smiled and tousled my hair before pulling out a couple magazines and carrying them over to a desk where I stood, flipping through the pages. These were more explicit than the ones he'd shown me before. These magazines showed boys a little older than me. It showed them undressing and playing with themselves until they were hard. I pushed my growing boner against the edge of the desk. He pulled up a chair behind me and watched over my shoulder while gently running his hands along my sides. He brought my attention to a pair of images that showed a boy masturbating on his bed and then spreading his cheeks and touching his hole.

"Have you ever done that?"

I wrinkled my nose. "No! Gross."

"It's not gross. It feels really good. Can I show you?"

"I don't know."

"Please? I promise it feels really good." He dropped one of his hands down to the front of my pants and rubbed my boner. I had started to feel comfortable with him. After showing me all these dirty pictures, surely I could trust him not to reveal my secret. But now he was starting to push me into new territory again and the queasy feeling in my stomach came back. My better judgement said I should stop it and go home, but I wanted his approval, I wanted him to keep making me feel good.

"Ok. Fine."

He sat me on front of the couch and I let him pull my pants and briefs off, leaving my shirt on. He stroked my stiff cock for a minute before getting me to lean back and hold my legs up, exposing my hole to him. He brought out a little tub of Vaseline, got some on his finger and began to rub my hole gently.

"That feel good?"

"It tickles!"

"Just close your eyes and in a second you'll get used to it."

I closed my eyes. It was a weird sensation, but it did start to feel good.

"I'm going to put it inside now, ok?"

I nodded. He pushed in. It was rough and it hurt. I yelped and tried to pull away. He took his finger out but pushed me back against the sofa.

"Shhh. Calm down. Calm down."

"It hurts!"

"I promise it will feel good."

"No!" I whined, still trying to squirm away. He grabbed my arm

"Alex. Look at me. I need you to trust me, Ok?"

"But it hurts!"

"It only hurts a little because you're too tight. I just need to loosen you up. Ok? Just relax and in a minute, it's going to be the best feeling you've ever had. Ok?"

"Do I have to?"

His hand stroked my belly.

"You're my boy, right? I wouldn't hurt you for no reason. I'm only doing this to help you feel good, ok?"

"You promise?"

"Hold your legs up."

I did and he pushed his finger in again, but slowly this time. I now knew what to expect so it wasn't quite as bad. After working his finger in, he found my prostate and after a few minutes of gentle prodding, he had me hard again. A few minutes later he added a second finger which hurt some more, but I now knew I could take it for a bit before it started feeling good.

"I want a picture of you like this."

"With your fingers in my butt?"

"No, with your fingers in your butt."

"I don't want to do that."

"It would make me very happy, Alex." He smiled sweetly.

"But what if someone sees?"

"These pictures are our secret, remember?"

"I'm gonna look stupid!"

"No, you'll look beautiful. Like the boy in the magazine."

He took my hand and guided two of my fingers to my hole and told me to push. I felt dirty but I also felt trapped. Trapped by wanting to please him, by my own curiosity and excitement, by our shared secrets. He grabbed his camera and took a quick series of me playing with my hole and my hard cock. He told me how brave and sexy I was, and how most boys wouldn't dare do this sort of thing. When he was finished, he let me wash my hand and get dressed. My boner had almost an achy feeling as I stood in his bathroom and cleaned Vasaline off my hand and my hole.

"Come back soon, ok? There's lots more pictures we can take."

"Do I have to put my fingers in my butt?"

"There's lots of different things we can do. But if you're going to come over I think you need to have a reason so your parents don't ask too many questions."

He gave me an old camera you had to crank to move the film and told me to tell my parents that he was going to show me how to take pictures and develop them. Later that day my mom told him it was a lovely offer but that she felt she should pay him. He insisted it was no trouble and wouldn't accept any payment.

That night I shot cum for the first time.

Brushing my teeth after taking a shower, I pressed my cock against the side of the sink. The cool porcelain felt good against my warm skin and my cock quickly got hard again. I held my cock against it with the palm of my hand and thrust over and over. Thinking back over the day I reached between my legs and rubbed my finger around the outside of my hole. Moments later I splattered the sink with a couple of bolts of completely clear cum. I had to sit down on the toilet to recover after my orgasm. My first thought was that I should tell my neighbor what had happened.

Chapter 3

I was less sure than ever that I wanted to return next door. Having his fingers inside me made it clear he might want to put other things in me.

But I had just made myself cum for the first time and I knew it was related to everything he had shown me, everything he made me do. I'd hide in my closet, for extra security against my parents walking in, strip naked and rub my stiff cock against the door and imagine what he'd make me do next time I climbed over the fence. I'd imagine being naked and exposed to his eyes, with his camera recording shot after shot. I knew it was wrong, but I had seen proof other boys did it and they were just as hard as I was.

I finally decided to go back. After all, even if being fingered had hurt a bit, it ended up feeling good. He hadn't lied to me. He was very happy to see me on his doorstep holding my camera. He let me in and asked me what I'd been taking pictures of.

"Nothing."

"Well you have to take pictures. Otherwise your parents will wonder what you're doing here!"

"Ok."

"And don't take pictures like the ones I take. You have to take nice pictures. The kind you can show your mother. Here…" He took a sculpture down from its spot on his fireplace mantle and put it on the coffee table. He opened the curtains a little to get some light on it. "Have a crack at that. Figure out which angle you think looks best and take a picture. Then try another. Move it around, see what happens."

I dutifully started taking photos. He pulled out a photography book and began talking to me about light and composition. I listened but I was starting to get confused. He must have seen it on my face.

"Of course, you didn't really come here to learn how to take pictures, did you? You came here so I could take pictures of you. Right?"

"I dunno," I squirmed, still not wanted to admit how much of a perv I was becoming.

"Alex, that's not good enough. Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. Tell me exactly what you want."

I couldn't say it while he was looking at me. I turned away from him.

"I want to take my clothes off."

"And?"

"And… and I want to show you something."

"Oh really? What do you want to show me?"

I looked back at him. I wanted to see his reaction.

"I can make sperm now."

His face lit up, I think genuinely surprised. "Well, I definitely want to see that!"

He tickled me and I squirmed all over. He took the camera from my hand and dropped it on his couch, then led me upstairs to his bedroom which I'd never seen before. I could see my garden from the window and wondered if that's where he stood when he saw me naked the first time. He got me to sit on his bed where he undressed me. I was getting used to letting him take my clothes off for me. Soon I was exposed to him once again.

"Alright, show me what you do."

I was already hard at the thought of what I was about to show him. Being so naughty, and in front of an adult made it so much more exciting than at home alone.

I rolled over, face down on the bed, and began humping my cock against the fabric. He sat down on the bed and put his hand on my ass. I stopped for a second thinking he was going to try and shove a finger up me again, but instead he gently cupped my ass and helped me push myself against the sheets.

"Does that feel good?"

I nodded into the bedsheets.

"Can I show you something else you can do?"

He had me lie on my back. My cock was already primed to cum, pointing straight at my face. He gripped it with three fingers and gently pulled down the skin revealing the shiny pink head. He moved the skin back up. He stroked me over and over, eventually wrapping his whole fist around me, stroking faster and harder. It was far more intense than I was used to, almost overwhelming. I grabbed at the sheets and tensed my muscles. It was amazing but I could barely keep from grabbing his hand away from me.

"Now you. Try it with your own hand."

He stood up, grabbing his camera. I realized this demonstration was all a set up to get more photos which meant even more evidence of me doing something I shouldn't, but I felt so good, acting so grown up in his bed with him watching.

I took my dick in my hand and began stroking myself, jerking off properly for the first time. I was slower and gentler than him, which brought me closer to the edge than his rough handling of my cock. "Good," he said, "good."  I heard the clicking of his camera. My pleasure was building steadily. This was what I'd been fantasizing about. I'd have cum almost right away except he had me stop over and over to get a good photo.

"Your hand is going to blur if you move. Just hold it. One second!"

I groaned, but obeyed, freezing my hand in-place. I desperately wanted to keep stroking but I didn't, waiting while he took compromising picture after compromising picture.

"Good boy! Keep going."

I started jerking my cock in earnest now, getting back to where I left off when he stopped me again. I pounded the sheets with my fist in frustration. He smiled and posed me and took another round of shots.

Then he had me draw my feet up to my groin, spreading my thighs open and showing off, well, everything.

"You're beautiful like this," he said as he sat by me, stroking my balls and thighs. I started up again. I didn't last long.

"It's gonna happen! It's gonna happen!" We watched as my cock began to throb and shoot out a spray of watery cum across my belly.

"Good boy!" he said, stroking my head like a puppy dog. "Look at all that cum!"

I fell back against his pillows, basking in my orgasm and his praise. He hovered over me with his camera and took a closeup photo of my dripping cock.

"Now I have something to show you," he said. "Close your eyes."

I did. I felt him climb onto the bed next to me. When he let me open my eyes, he had his big adult cock and balls poking up out of his fly and was stroking them. The head was inches from my face and seemed to be leaking the same clear stuff I'd just shot out of my own. I hadn't really expected this. I thought he enjoyed seeing me naked, not the other way around. I wasn't sure what to do, but he didn't seem to want me to do anything. He held me back against the pillow with one hand and stroked with the other.

"Just stay there. Look up at me. You're such a pretty boy, you know that?"

He rubbed his cock head against my face, but didn't try to force it in my mouth. I could smell it. I'd seen my dad's cock many times before but not hard and certainly not shoved right in my face. His cockhead left a slimy trail on my cheek as it rubbed over and over with each stroke. He moaned. It dawned on me that my visits weren't just about my pleasure but also his and I wasn't sure I wanted to be a part of it.

He leaned back and I could see his cock properly again. The head seemed bright red. His strokes slowed slightly.

"Hold still. Here it comes. Good boy. Just be a good boy."

With his cock just inches away I could see the thick white cum shooting out the hole. It covered my chest. I couldn't believe how much there was compared to my own. When he was done he took several pictures, even moving me to the window to get better light on my cum streaked body. Then he got me in the bathroom. I climbed into the tub for a shower.

"Can I ask you something silly," he said.

"What?"

"I want to see you pee on yourself."

"What!!?"

"You're going to take a shower, you'll be all clean again in a minute. Can you try? Brave boy?"

"Do I have to?"

"You don't have to. You don't have to do anything. But just try it. I'm sure you've taken a wiz in the shower. I'm just asking you to get a bit on yourself."

I didn't want to do it but I couldn't argue with his logic. Unfortunately, I was always pee shy and doing it on command took some concentration. I stood there naked with cum cooling on my skin. I took my penis in hand, closed my eyes and took a deep breath and waited. It started as a trickle but once it got going I managed a nice strong stream. I was able to spray up to my chest. It felt strange but at least it was warm. I pointed it straight up and let it rain back down on me, running down my body to the drain. He took pictures the entire time of course.

"Yes, that's it. Go ahead, get it all out. Good lad."

I couldn't explain why but I started getting hard again. I felt stupid letting this man talk me into pissing myself like a baby and even letting him take pictures as proof! But the same feeling made me feel weird inside in kinda a good way.

"Can I shower now?!"

He turned on the water and I rinsed off while he watched and directed me. He made me turn around and soap up parts of my body in turn, washing myself much more thoroughly than I would normally. He wasn't even taking photos at this point. I felt gross for what I'd just done, but he was the only person in the world who knew and fed my secret perversions. He toweled me off and used a blow-dryer to completely dry my hair. Then he sent me home, reminding me again to use my camera this time.

Chapter 4

Over the next week I dutifully filled my camera with pictures. They were innocent photos of plants and our houses and my toys. He used a closet in his studio for developing. It was cramped, so tight that with the two of us inside he practically pinned me to the table as he stood behind me, reaching around to show me how to develop my negatives. By now he wouldn't hesitate to touch me casually, putting a hand on my shoulder or pulling me into a hug, and I never resisted. I'd gotten used to feeling his hands on me.

He seemed to genuinely enjoy showing me how to take and develop real pictures. We looked at my negatives and chose some to enlarge so I could show my parents how much I was learning. Maybe its purpose was to cover up what he was really doing with me, but that didn't stop him taking his time to educate me properly about developing photos from film.

He was proud of his work and was especially pleased to have me sit on the couch with him and go through the pictures of me that he'd selected to blow up, print and put in my album. We went through them from start to finish. He could have easily bought a digital camera and taken thousands of pictures, even video of me, but this was how he had been photographing guys for decades, this was how he liked it. There was a shot of me jerking off, stretched out on his bed with my hand wrapped around my boner, eyes closed. Then another of my torso, splattered with our cum. Then a pair of pictures of me in the shower, spraying myself with piss. I felt far more embarrassed seeing that than the ones of me jerking off.

"Which is your favorite?" he asked.

"Um… this one," I said pointing to a picture from the first day of me standing with a hard on, my hands on my hips.

"Do you want to see my favorite?" He flipped to a picture of me on his couch where I'm stroking myself while I push a finger in my butt.

I squirmed and turned the page.

"What? Don't you like that one?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Oh? I thought you liked being embarrassed?"

"What?! No…"

He pushed me further. "Of course you do. Being seen naked gets your pecker hard, right?" He reached between my legs and squeezed my boner through my shorts. "See? You've gotten all hard looking at your own pictures. Even the ones of you playing with your butt hole, dirty boy!"

His sudden assault turned my discomfort into giggles and I squirmed while he groped me through my pants.

"I thought so. You DO like being embarrassed."

"No I don't!" I protested, but I wasn't even convinced myself.

"Say it," he teased, "say you like being seen naked! You want everyone to see your cute little butt and your big hard boner!"

"I like it! I like it! Stop!" I wriggled off the couch, falling to the floor in a fit of laughter, tears in the corners of my eyes.

He smiled at me, laying there on the floor with a tent in my shorts.

"Alex, you already know how people have sex, right?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

I started to sit up. "They… the guy puts his boner in the vagina."

"And do you know how men have sex with other men?"

I started getting nervous. Looking at pictures was one thing, but we hadn't ever actually talked about gay sex.

"Um… they put it in their butt?"

"Do you ever think about that? What it'd be like to have someone put their cock in your butt?"

I could sense a trap. I didn't want to be taking things this far. Not with him. Maybe, vaguely with the beautiful men and boys in the magazines, but not with my neighbor. He wasn't ugly and he had been kind to me, but he was decades older than my own father and I had already seen his thick, angry looking cock. I stood up, ready to get away if I had to.

"Um. I don't think I'm ready to do that."

"No, no. I didn't mean I wanted to do that to you. I just wanted you to think about it. Here…"

He showed me more magazines. These ones were new and glossy, and showed hardcore sex up close. They showed smooth, oiled up studs sucking cocks and being fucked. They showed a cock pressed deep into a stretched hole and then that hole dripping with thick white cum like I'd seen come out of him the week before.

I held the magazine and flipped through the pages while he rubbed my hard cock through my pants. I was curious but still very unsure. The stuff they showed felt like something meant for guys much bigger and older than me. He talked about how much the men seemed to enjoy being penetrated. He brought me another older magazine that showed teenage boys undressing and sucking and fucking each other. At least they looked less threatening than the men. He unzipped my pants and touched me through my underwear. I just ignored it happening, or at least tried to look disinterested. I didn't want him to know how much I was starting to like being played with.

"You see how he holds his butt open for the other boy?"

He gently pinched my foreskin, pulling it over my cockhead again and again while I poured over the magazine. It was hard for me to understand, because just his fingers had been so uncomfortable, but here were boys a few years older than myself happily taking large cocks in their ass.

Meanwhile his hand was stroking me steadily, rhythmically, reinforcing everything I felt as I looked at magazine. I wanted to play with those older boys and their massive dicks, I wanted to know what they would do with a boy like me. Too late I felt myself being pushed over the edge and grabbed his hand to stop him. He held my stiff, underwear covered cock as it pulsed over and over, my whole body shuddering as my clear, watery cum seeped into the pouch of my briefs. I relaxed into his arms. He took the magazine from my hands and lay me down on the couch. While I recovered, he pulled off my pants and underwear. He put my cum-stained briefs away and I never saw them again.

"I want to do something special for you. Will you let me?"

"What is it?"

"I want to show you how nice it is to have someone fuck you."

I started to sit up.

"No… I don't want to do that."

"I'm not going to fuck you, I'm just going to use a little toy. Do you want to see?"

I chewed my lip. Curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what kind of toy was meant to go in your butt.

He produced a long but fairly thin pink vibrator. It was perfectly smooth, not shaped at all like a cock. He turned it on and I held it buzzing in my hands. Then he took it and tickled me with it all over. I laughed as it buzzed against my chest, my neck, my face.

"So? Can I show you what it feels like inside?"

"It's gonna hurt!"

"Just a little. Remember? You were such a brave boy and it doesn't hurt after a little bit. I'm only doing this because I like you. I don't do this for any other boy."

He won me over. I figured it couldn't be any worse than last time and the thought of that thing buzzing inside me… I just wanted to know what it would feel like. He instructed me to lay back against the couch cushions and pull my knees up to my chest. Once again he lubricated my hole with vaseline, gently rubbing around the entrance and then slowly pushing his finger inside. It didn't feel so bad this time. I was prepared for it, so I closed my eyes and let the finger in. Once he got down to his knuckles, he pulled out and replaced his finger with the vibrator. It was more of a stretch, but much smoother than his finger so it didn't hurt much. He didn't try to push it all the way in, instead just let me get used to it moving in and out while he slowly stroked my cock until I was stiff again. I relaxed into the couch and he started to gently push the vibrator in and then let it slide out, just an inch or two.

"Are you ready? Alex?"

I opened my eyes and nodded. He turned it on. The buzzing added a new dimension. Like a tickle somewhere I couldn't reach and couldn't pull away from. I started whimpering and squirming.

"Wait, can we stop?"

"Why?"

"I… I dunno. Just… it's too much."

"Where does it feel too much. Here? Here?" He slowly moved the vibrator in and out pausing. When he stopped it where it felts the strongest I grabbed his hand.

"There!"

"Here?" he asked as he angled the vibrator and pressed the head right into my prostate, not that I knew what it was.

"Stop! Stop!" I cried out and instinctively pushed him away with my feet, practically kicking him. The buzzing toy slid right out and fell on the floor. He grabbed for me. I twisted away. He held me down against the couch.

"Alex. Alex! You're going to be a brave boy, remember?"

"No!"

"Alex, it's going to feel good. I know what I'm doing, just let me do it."

"Noo!" I struggled against him, suddenly panicked. His grip was tight on my arms, holding me in place.

"Alex! Stop crying. Take a deep breath. Ok? Ok?"

I tried to breathe. He let me sit up. I wiped my eyes. My heart was beating so fast. He stroked my back.

"I'm sorry that I came on so strong, but you're fine, see? You just need to get used to it. This will feel really good, better than anything before. You just need to trust me."

I didn't trust him, not at the moment, but I'd also never seen him this aggressive and I didn't think I could run back home naked. What would I tell my mom? How would I explain everything? He got me a cup of water. I drank it slowly. He told me to tell him when I was ready to try again.

"Do I have to?"

"Just try it one more time. You're not a quitter, Alex. You can try it once more."

Once I'd recovered myself, he had me lie on my front. As he promised he took it slow as he reinserted the vibrator. He had me grind my dick into the couch while he very gently fucked my hole with the buzzing vibrator. I started to get hard again.

"Better this time?"

"Yeah."

"See? How silly you were being?"

I didn't answer. I hated being thought of as a silly child, a wimp. I still wasn't happy with him, but I couldn't deny that he was right, once I was used to it, it did feel nice. Maybe not the best thing ever but it was a whole new feeling that seemed to intensify what I felt when he touched my cock.

He had me roll on to my back, holding the base of the toy as if I was fucking myself. He complimented me as he took my picture. I made myself smile for him.

Finally, he stroked me while he held the vibrator inside right where it felt the strongest. He told me to close my eyes and just focus on the feeling. I did my best to push all my fears aside and just feel the strange pleasure of this thing vibrating my cock from the inside. When I came, I moaned out loud and grabbed the couch cushions. I could feel my hole squeezing around the toy with each contraction. He stood up, pulled out his cock and jerked himself off within seconds, shooting his cum onto me. As my post-orgasm haze faded I curled into a ball and burst into tears. He cuddled me and whispered into my ear that I was the sweetest, bravest boy he ever met, and I believed him even as I told myself I'd never do that again. He cleaned my ass and my chest with a warm wet cloth and washed my face and reminded me that this was our secret, that he had a whole book of proof that I enjoyed it. I climbed over the fence back to my house, went to my room, flopped on my bed and fell asleep.

Chapter 5

I was now properly scared of going back to his house. For one thing I knew he was capable of holding me down and forcing me to do something against my will. On top of that I was beginning to worry about the mounting pile of evidence he had, an album full of photos showing how I happily performed all kinds of perverted acts for his camera. I was aware, of course, that he wasn't innocent in all this, and that he didn't want our secret getting out either. But I believed I would be in at least as much trouble. After all, I had welcomed everything he had done until he shoved that buzzing toy up my butt.

And yet, even as I worried about what I'd gotten myself into I'd feel my cock get hard and would guiltily jerk myself off the way he showed me to, thinking about the pictures I had seen, the ones he'd taken of me and the things we had done.

One day my mother asked if I'd developed any pictures yet. I said I had, but they were still next door.

"I don't think they're very good."

"Oh, but sweetie, you've only just started! You'll get better at it! Please go get them."

"Ok…" I grumbled.

I felt queasy going up the stairs to his house. I rang the doorbell.

"Alex! What a surprise! Come in." He locked the door behind me.

"Mom wanted me to get the photos I developed."

"Of course, of course! Why don't you have a seat, I'll go get them. Why don't you have a seat." He gestured to the couch where he had fucked me with the vibrator. I frowned and didn't move.

He knelt down in front of me. I looked away. His voice became very serious.

"Alex, look me in the eye."

He took hold of both my hands. I forced myself to meet his gaze.

"I know I was a little rough with you last time. I'm sorry for that. I truly am. It's only because you're such a special boy, you get me all excited and I want to show you everything your body can do. That's what you want, right? What the men in the magazines do? The stuff that gets your pecker hard?"

I blushed. He seemed to know everything that went on inside my head.

"I don't want to do that stuff anymore."

"It's difficult for me to believe that when I can see you've already gotten a stiffy just talking to me."

He was right. I looked down even though I didn't need to confirm what I could feel. I wasn't giving in that easy though.

"You scared me!"

"But it felt good eventually, right?"

"It was too much!"

"Ok. Ok. You let me know when it's too much and I promise I'll ease up."

I stood there staring at my shoes. And the bulge in my jeans. Did I really want to keep going down this path?

"In my whole life you're the only true boy I've met who was interested in these things. That's why I wanted to show you how good your cute little hole can feel. But we don't have to do it again if you don't want, okay?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

"So, is there something you do want to do today?"

"Can I just look at the magazines again?"

"Which magazines?"

"The… the ones with, you know."

"I've got a lot of magazines. You have to say what you want to see."

"Where they're, you know… sucking each other."

"Which ones, with grown men or the boys?"

"Um… boys."

"Very good! Now say the whole things for me."

"Can I see the magazines with the boys sucking each other?"

"Of course you can!"

He brought out the magazines and watched me as I read them. I studied each page carefully, while squeezing myself through my jeans.

"Are you planning on keeping your clothes on today?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well then, can I ask what it is you like about pictures of boys sucking cocks?"

"I dunno."

"Of course you do. Tell me, do you like to imagine you're the boy with the cock in your mouth?"

I didn't answer. My face was getting hot. I didn't like having to confess my thoughts, confess that since seeing his magazines I had pictured myself kneeling in front of a hot older boy, or even a man and taking his stiff cock in my mouth. He wasn't letting me off the hook.

"There's no reason for you to be bashful. After all, I've seen you naked, pissing all over yourself."

"Only because you told me to!"

"And now I'm telling you to tell me why you like these pictures."

I took a deep breath. "I sometimes think about sucking one," I mumbled.

"See? Was that so bad? You know, I could help you with that. Would you like to suck on a cock?"

I shook my head. I didn't really want to do anything but look at the pictures. Not after last time, but he pressed me.

"Not my cock, but maybe an attractive younger man? Like in the magazines?"

"Really?"

"Sure! I know all sorts of men. You've seen the photos I've taken. You're not the first to model for me, even if you are the youngest! Wait right here."

This was surprising. Even the suggestion that he'd involve someone else in what we were doing, but especially that it could be someone who looked like the young muscular men I'd been dreaming about.

I assumed he was getting his photo album. Maybe even that he'd ask me to pick a man whose cock I wanted to suck. Instead he came back with a rather large and realistic dildo.

"You said I don't have to do that!"

"Do what?"

"I don't want to do butt stuff."

"It's not for your butt. I just thought you'd like to see what it felt like in your mouth…"

He handed it to me. It was heavy, but softer and more pliable than the plastic vibrator he'd fucked me with the week before. It was almost twice the length of mine and quite a bit thicker, with a big set of balls on the end. I felt a little silly holding it. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Here, let me." He took the cock and held it in front of my face, hanging down just slightly. "Go on. Give it a shot."

He rubbed the cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to take it in. It tasted of plastic. I pulled back.

"It tastes gross."

"Ignore that. I promise the real thing tastes better. Just try."

I tried again, taking as much in as I could. It wasn't much. He instructed me how to keep my teeth away from the cock and how to move. He held my head and pushed it until I gagged and pulled off. He made me try a few more times before my eyes began to water and I refused.

"Ok, that's enough of a try. But will you pose for a photo?"

"Do I have to?"

"I thought you liked taking pictures?"

"Yeah…"

"And this is how I can prove to a hot guy that I know a cute boy who wants to suck his cock, right?"

"You're going to show someone!?"

"That's what you want, isn't it? You like to be seen naked. You like to be seen doing all kinds of naughty things. Isn't that right? You've got a hard on right now thinking about it. Tell me, yes or no."

"Yes."

"Ok then. No more pretending to be shy. It's only secret from people who don't understand about boys like you. I know the right guys to show your pictures to. Trust me."

He brought me to his photography studio and had me take my shirt off before taking close-ups of me putting the dildo my mouth, kissing it, licking it. Then he watched as I jerked off to the magazines, just enjoying watching me enjoy myself. He cleaned me up after I came and gave me a hug. In my mind I was already forgiving him everything.

He gave me the prints I'd developed the week before so I would have something to show my parents. He told me he'd let me know when I could meet the hot young man who would let me suck his cock and he sent me home.

I showed my mom the pictures. She was very pleased and even found a frame for one of them, a picture of our house, which she put on the mantle over the fireplace. As soon as I was able I went to my room, closed the door and jerked off, thinking about what it was going to be like to suck my first cock.

Chapter 6

Days passed, then a full week. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had signed up for. I would lay in bed and jerk myself off imagining what it would be like to suck my first cock. Then, once I'd cum, I would feel bad for having become so perverted when some of my friends probably hadn't even started jerking off yet. Then I would start worrying about it actually happening. Would the guy be attractive? Would I be able to do it properly? What if I hated it? Would they still force me to suck him anyway? I was a mess.

The few times I caught a glimpse of my neighbor out in his garden or on the street he just smiled and waved and then continued with his day as though he was nothing more than a friendly neighbor who had never watched me jerk off while I fingered my own butt. He seemed so nonchalant, I started to wonder if I had misunderstood something or it had all been a joke.

Then, one day after school, I saw him out on his back porch. He caught my eye and gestured with his head for me to come over. I went out into the yard, and leaned over our back staircase, close to his porch.

"Is Thursday after school a good time to work on your photos?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess so?"

"Very good then. I'll have everything set up. Make sure you bring some new ones to develop."

He smiled and winked. I felt like a secret agent in a spy movie. Everything looked perfectly innocent but now I knew I was going to be sucking my first cock after school on Thursday.

The next two days I was practically buzzing. I couldn't wait for Thursday. With all the excitement and anxiety, I hadn't been sleeping great all week, and ended up nodding off in English class. My teacher, Mr. Davis, kept me back after class.

"Is everything ok, Alex?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Well, it's just you seem a little distracted lately. And tired. I just wondered if everything was ok with you?"

Mr. Davis was around 30, younger than most of the teachers. He had light brown skin and curly brown hair. He had a wife, but no kids yet, and he played soccer. He was probably the most handsome teacher in school and suddenly I wondered what his cock looked like, how big it was, how it compared to the one I was going to suck that afternoon. I glanced down at his crotch bulge.

"Yeah, no, everything is fine. I'm just tired. I stayed up late reading last night. Sorry."

"Hey, no big deal. I was just checking in. You're one of my best students. I don't want to see you slipping." He gave me a sympathetic smile. "You can always come talk to me if you need to, you know that, right?"

"Yeah." I returned the smile. "Thanks."

I ran out the door to lunch, trying not to picture myself on my knees in front of my English teacher's cock.

After school I rushed home, my heart pounding the whole way. I dropped my bag off in my room and looked myself over in the mirror. I changed my clothes, even my underwear, wanting to look good for him, whoever he was. I grabbed my camera and went next door.

My neighbor seemed especially happy to see me.

"Come in! There's someone I'd like you to meet!"

A man was sitting on the couch in the living room. He had my photo album open on his lap. He was probably in his late 20s's. He had blond hair and was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off his muscles. He grinned at me in a way that made me feel like I'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Hey there, kid. Just been checking out your portfolio." He was looking at the picture of me pushing the vibrator in my hole. I was completely humiliated but I felt my pants getting tight anyway. My neighbor was right. I did like being embarrassed.

"Alex, this is Danny. He's modeled for me too." He pulled out a manila folder with photos kinda like mine, except showing Danny, maybe 18 or 19 years old, fully naked and erect. I looked closely at his cock. It was long and circumcised, with a big flared head on it. It looked good. I wanted it.

"You let him take pictures too?" I asked idiotically. The evidence was right there in my hands.

"Yep. When I needed the money."

"Money?"

My neighbor stepped in. "Alex isn't like that. He doesn't do it for money. He models for the pleasure of it."

"Is that right? So…. you enjoy taking pictures like this?" Danny flipped my book open to the page that showed me pissing on myself. I looked away.

"He told me to." My face was burning.

"Sure, but you still did it."

"Now now, no need to bully the kid. He's here because he wants to have fun. Right Alex?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I was having second thoughts about Danny.

"Oh, come on now. Tell Danny what you want to do. Tell him what you told me last week."

Not this again. I hated doing it, but I knew what he wanted and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of looking embarrassed. I cleared my throat.

"I want to suck your cock." I tried to sound confident.

Danny was smirking again, but this time he looked a little impressed. "Well, shit! Alright kid, if that's what you want!" Danny stood up and grabbed the bulge in his crotch, massaging it.

"Hang on," my neighbor interrupted him, "I really think Alex should be naked for this. For the moment he becomes a cocksucker ."

They both looked at me expectantly. He'd already seen my pictures, but I still felt a little intimidated taking my clothes off in front of Danny. I took my clothes off, carefully putting them aside on a chair. Danny stroked himself through his jeans. I could now see the shape of his cock really clearly. As I took off my briefs, I covered my crotch until my neighbor gave me a pointed look and I let my hands fall to my side.

"Go on, give us a turn!" Danny leered as I slowly turned around in front of him. "Cute little bubble butt on him."

"Well, that's not on the menu. Not today."

"I know, I know." Danny bent down and stroked my boner. He tugged at my balls and then stroked my chest. I was surprised but managed not to pull away. My neighbor might have pressured me into things but most of the time he was pretty slow and careful with me. Danny was impulsive and unpredictable. He turned me around and squeezed my butt. I felt like a mouse being played with by a cat before he finally took what he really wanted.

Alright champ. You want to get it out for me?" Danny thrust his hips forward. After being worried all week and intimidated by this big, intimidating man you would think I'd be timid, but I didn't hesitate. Finally, I was going to get to do something to someone else, make someone else get naked, play with someone else's body like a toy. I pulled the button fly open. I had to tug the jeans down a little to clear the bulge of his white briefs. I pulled down the front of his briefs and out flopped the biggest hard-on I'd ever seen in person.

Danny pulled his balls out over the waistband and let his cock hang there in front of me. "Go ahead, feel it."

Just like the picture, it was long with a big shiny head on it. I reached out and gently stroked it. I was surprised how warm it was. The skin didn't move like on my uncircumcised cock. It felt smooth and firm and the head was shiny.

"Do you like it, Alex?" My neighbor was hovering over us, watching me closely.

I nodded.

"Do you think you're ready to suck it?"

"Yeah."

"Go ahead, just bend over and take as much as you can."

"And try not to scrape your teeth on it!" Danny added.

It was easier said than done. Danny's cock wasn't too thick, but the head was pretty big. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I probably only got about two inches in. At first I just held it there. I hadn't seen videos, only pictures of guys sucking cock so I didn't know what to do. Danny started to fuck my mouth but he couldn't go very deep and once he hit the back of my throat I gagged and quickly pulled off, scraping his cock just like he told me not to. The neighbor instructed me to try licking the shaft and cockhead, and had Danny milk out some precum for me to lick up and taste.

"You like that, kid? You like the taste of my dick?"

I looked up, smiled and nodded at him. He smirked and milked out some more. Honestly I didn't really care or even notice the taste much but I did like playing with his big hard cock and wanted him to be happy with me.

They had me try sucking again, giving me instructions how to move my head while sucking in and using my tongue on the head.

My neighbor got his camera and started adjusting the lights to get a good shot. Danny got a little annoyed but put up with it.

"You're not getting me, right?"

"Don't worry, it's just him and your cock."

Danny had me stroke his balls and cock while I sucked. I was still really hard but after a while my mouth started to get tired from the strain. Danny put his hand on my head and began fucking my mouth again but not trying to force it in as deep.

"Where am I gonna nut? Does he swallow?" Danny asked.

"No, don't do it in his mouth."

"Fuck, man. OK. Here. Close your eyes, kid."

Danny grabbed a handful of hair. Not hard enough to hurt, but still I was about to complain when he pulled his dick out of my mouth and started stroking it. As the first shot flew out, I instinctively closed my mouth and eyes. His cum hit my hair, face neck and chest. They had me keep my eyes shut for a last picture before cleaning my face.

"Not bad, dude," Danny said. "Though I kinda wish I had just fed it to you."

I felt good for having made him cum. I stood there, still naked, playing with my boner.

"Here, let me help you with that." Danny pushed me over to the couch. I sat down and he got between my legs on his knees and started sucking me. I moaned and pushed my hips up into his mouth.

"You don't have to do that!" My neighbor seemed weirdly concerned after setting all this up.

Danny pulled up off my stiffy. "He deserves it."

"Yeah! I deserve it!" I was feeling cocky. For the first time, I had some back up. I didn't have to just go along with whatever my neighbor said. It felt amazing, better than anything I had done so far. I relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted. He licked my balls. He pushed my knees up and licked my butthole. I laughed and squirmed. He went back to sucking me and I came in his mouth soon after. I closed my eyes and lay back on the couch with my eyes closed.

"Ha! Looks like he liked it!"

"Yeah, he takes a while to recover."

"Fuck. I wish I felt that good when I came."

I didn't care that they were talking about me. I felt good. After a week of worrying about what would happen, what they might force me to do, I had sucked my first cock, made a man cum and gotten a blow job.

Danny got dressed and my neighbor showed him out. As he was leaving, he said "call me and we'll do it again!"

My neighbor came over to the couch. "Was that ok?"

I nodded.

"You did a good job. I'm proud of you."

That made me smile. Then he asked me to get on my knees and open my mouth.

"I thought… Do I have to suck you too?"

"No, no. I just want to look at you like that."

I got on my knees for him and opened my mouth. He got his cock out and started jerking off. He had me start masturbating too, and even though my dick was kinda sensitive I got hard again. When he came, he shot his cum on my chest and belly, not my face.

He got a washcloth and cleaned me up. We sat on the couch and he hugged me tight and stroked me, almost like a pet. We talked about photography. Finally, he let me get dressed.

"What are we going to do next time?"

"Well, the next thing would be for you to let a guy put it in your butt. Are you ready for that?"

"No way!"

He smiled. "Ok, well, I'll think of something."

He opened the door and I ran back home. For the first time since climbing over the fence, I felt completely at ease about what I had done.

To Be Continued