Pedros

Video Games

Part 1

"Yes, Mr Donald."

I leaned back in my chair and stretched my arms behind my head, easing the cramp that had developed during the afternoon. Jay Thomas. I was looking forward to seeing this young boy again. Several weeks ago at the school's swimming carnival he had been pointed out to me by his teacher. He was a boy from a very poor family but was excelling in his work at school and she felt he deserved special attention from me. When I saw him, I couldn't have agreed more. He was gorgeous.

He was wearing only his speedos and I caught my breath as I gazed down from the stands to where he stood waiting his turn to race. He was blonde and tanned, his slim body beautifully proportioned and completely smooth; and the front of his bathers bulged suggesting a nice little bundle of boyhood held within them. His legs were long and slender and his feet strong looking and broad. I only managed a quick appraisal before other students moved in blocking my view, but that was enough.

Over the next couple of weeks I made a point of seeing Jay both in class and out, striking up a friendship with the lad, encouraging him in his work and offering myself if ever he needed help or support. We had got to the point where I could put my arm around him or touch or hug him in a friendly way and he seemed to like that contact. At times I even thought he looked for that and I could feel him leaning in to me when we were alone. I became quite infatuated with the boy and kept trying to think of a way I could go much further in our relationship, how I could get to see him naked, maybe touch him intimately and have him touch me. I thought he would not reject sexual advances from me, but I couldn't work out a way to initiate it.

Then, yesterday, his teacher had spoken to me about him again. She was concerned as he was evidently unable to afford to go on her class camp and she thought he would benefit greatly by attending. She wanted me to help out, if I could. I told her to send Jay to me this afternoon and I would see what I could do. What an opportunity she had given me!

"Come in," I called, my heart beginning to beat more rapidly in anticipation. I had plans for young Jay and I only hoped he was desperate enough for money to do what I was going to suggest.

The boy poked his head around the corner before entering, then came in and stood before my desk. I took in his tousled blonde hair, his bright blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, full lips and gleaming white teeth and the smooth unblemished skin of a preteen boy. Jay was eleven. He was wearing his school uniform which, because we lived in a tropical climate, consisted of an open-necked blue short-sleeved shirt, grey boxer shorts, short white socks and black leather shoes.

My eyes travelled down his slender body, glancing at his groin and able to see the bulge of his boyhood behind the tight front of his shorts which caused my own organ to stir. I had to drag my eyes away and followed his slender smooth legs down to his feet, disappointed they were so fully covered, yet pleased at the way he stood with them slightly apart, his bodyweight balanced as though ready to move either way if he had to. He had an air of confidence about him, almost a bravado, an awareness of his impact, especially on someone like me.

I brought my eyes back to his face and found him staring at me, a slightly nervous smile on his lips. I guess he wondered why I had summoned him to my office so I thought I'd better explain to put him at ease.

"Ah, Jay. Nice to see you. Just relax. I wanted to have a chat with you." He still stood rather tensely, so I stood up and walked around my desk as I spoke. "Miss Gallen told me you were having trouble raising the money for your camp. Is that so?" He nodded and relaxed slightly and I sat myself on the edge of my desk just in front of him and continued. "I would like to help out, if I could. I have a way for you to earn some money, if you are interested."

He looked at me and I could see he was interested and he nodded.

"Yeah, sure, Mr Donald," he said. "I really want to go on the camp and I'd do anything to get the money."

"Anything?" I asked him, letting my smile and voice suggest that what I had in mind might be beyond him. I could see by his eyes he had realised I had challenged him and he looked at me intently. I just looked back at him, a smile on my lips.

"Yeah," he finally said, "Anything."

"Do you mean that, Jay? Would you do anything to get that money?"

"Yes. I would. I really want to go."

"Even if it was something, er, out of the ordinary? Something only between you and me?" I persisted. I could tell he was intrigued and felt confident my proposal would be accepted.

"I said yes, didn't I?" he responded, a note of defiance creeping into his voice. "What do you want me to do? I'm not chicken," he added.

"I want you to dance for me," I said.

"Dance?… Just dance?" He was surprised.

"A little bit more than 'just dance', but that's about it. And you can earn yourself fifty dollars."

At that, his eyes widened and I knew I had him. "For fifty bucks I'd dance any way you want, Mr Donald." He was smiling.

"That's good, Jay. That's what I wanted to hear. I want you to dance for me while I video you. And I want you to take your clothes off while you dance." I waited for my words to sink in. They did.

"What? Undress in front of you? Right down to nothing on? What, here?" He looked around the room as if expecting to see the video camera already operating.

I laughed and reached out to put my hand on his shoulder. "No, not here. At my place. I will give you fifty dollars if you will come to my place after school and let me video you while you strip to music. When I saw you in your bathers at the swimming carnival a few weeks back, I thought you looked really sexy and I'd like to see you with nothing on." I squeezed his shoulder then let my hand run down his back to the waistband of his shorts.

"Really?" he asked, making no attempt to remove my hand from him. "You reckon I looked sexy?"

"You sure did. I like boys, Jay and I like to see them undressed. You are one of the most exciting boys at the school and I'd like to see you, especially down here." I moved my hand from the back of his shorts and touched the bulge at his front. He jumped when I touched him then stood still as my fingers took hold of him through his pants. I watched him intently. This was the most crucial moment. A range of emotions flashed across his face, embarrassment, nervousness, confusion, excitement. I squeezed him gently then began to stroke the spongy little shaft. He gasped and glanced up at me as if to say something or to see what my expression was, but did not pull himself away. I knew at that moment that I had succeeded in my plan. Jay would do as I wanted.

He said nothing but looked back down again and watched me stroking him. I could feel his slender penis stiffening between my fingers. Mine was doing likewise. I let go of him and he looked up at me in surprise when I leaned away from him, sitting back on the desk.

"We can't do anything here, son. Its too dangerous. Its too obvious if someone comes in," and I rearranged my erection, making sure Jay saw me and seeing the look of nervous anticipation on his face as the import of my words and my obvious arousal sank in. I wanted him to be aware of what I expected and what he could expect if he took up my offer. "It'll have to wait until my place this afternoon… If you want to, that is. If not, that's okay. I'll find someone else who wants to earn fifty dollars."

"Uh, no, Mr Donald. I'll do it. I'd like to do it." He moved towards me, his voice eager.

"That's great, Jay. I really would like to see you with nothing on dancing for me. Are you sure you won't chicken out?"

"I won't, Mr Donald. I promise."

"Okay then. Come to my place straight after school. Nobody else must know, though. Its between just you and me. Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good. Now off you go and I'll see you in a little while. I'm sure we will both have a good time."

"Hi, Jay. Come on in."

"Hi, Mr Donald. Thanks."

I stood aside and let the young lad enter my home. He looked a little nervous and was still wearing his school uniform. I had changed into a pair of shorts and I thought it might make Jay feel a little more comfortable if I was not wearing a lot of clothes. My shorts were white and fairly tight and I didn't wear underpants which allowed the shape of my penis to be fairly obvious (especially as just anticipating what was to come had me quite firm already). This too, I had done deliberately. If I wanted to have Jay perform for me with no inhibitions, I felt I had to make it very obvious to him that it was a sexual thing, that I would be aroused by him and that I was comfortable having him see my arousal. If he balked at that, I could then cancel the afternoon and my plans with no damage done; and Jay could react adversely and have a means of getting out of our deal with no loss of face.

He walked into my lounge room, looking around nervously, not knowing where to put himself or what to do. I followed him in. My lounge room was quite large with steps leading down into a sunken part at the far end. The floor in the higher part was polished wood, that in the pit (as I referred to it) was carpeted and there was a built-in lounge suite and a TV and stereo unit around the walls of the pit. I saw Jay look at the lights and video camera set up in the pit.

"Would you like a drink of Coke first, Jay?" I asked him, letting my hand rest on his shoulder. I could feel him shivering slightly. He was only as tall as my shoulder.

"Er, yes please," he replied, his voice a little shaky.

"Sit down there and relax," I told him. "There's no need to be nervous. You'll do great. I'll get us a drink." I guided him to the steps then went into the kitchen and got two drinks from the fridge, a beer for me and a coke for Jay. I popped their tops and returned to the lounge. Jay was perched on the edge of the lounge nearest the stairs. I walked over to him and handed him his drink. I was standing right in front of him, my groin level with his face and I knew he could not help but see my penis outlined in my shorts. It was semi-erect and lying up the groove of my groin, its shape clearly visible under the tight material.

"Uh, thanks, uh, Mr Donald…" he stammered as he took the proffered coke. "Er…its a nice place…er…" He looked around him nervously.

I sat down beside him and leaned back, letting my arm rest against his back. "Hey, relax, Jay. You can call me Steve if you like. We're not at school now. There's no need to be nervous. Or embarrassed. If you want to chicken out, okay. But let me know now, okay?"

"Hey, no, Mr Donald… er… Steve. I don't want to chicken out. I'll do it. Its just that… er… I've never seen… er… I mean you're…"

"You've never seen a man's erect penis. Is that it? I've got a stiffy and you're embarrassed by it?" I knew from the look on his face that that was what was flustering him. I was pleased. His reaction was as I had hoped. He now knew what was in store and he wasn't going to back out of it, in spite of his nervousness. "There's no need to feel embarrassed about it, Jay. I get erections all the time, especially when I think about boys like you. You must get them, too. I felt you getting stiff this afternoon."

He blushed when I reminded him of that. "Yeah. I do. Its just that your's is so big and mine's only little…"

"Your's is what I want to see," I told him. "I don't mind what size they are, Jay. I love seeing young guys without clothes as I told you this afternoon. And seeing them gets me excited. I'm giving you fifty dollars to dance and strip for me to video and I'll get an even stiffer penis when you do. I can't do anything about it. Can you accept that?"

"Yeah, sure, Mr… er, Steve. I'm sorry I got a bit silly. I don't mind, really. I guess if you get hard I'm doing a good job. It means you like me, huh?"

"I guess it does, buddy," I said. Then I sat forward. "Well. Are you ready to earn your money?" I stood up and walked over to the lights then turned to look back at him.

The youngster put his drink on the floor and stood up, looking at me with a shy smile. "I guess so. Where do I do it?"

I switched on the lights, their brightness illuminating the upper section of my lounge. "I want you to dance up there," I said, indicating the upper level. "I'll film from down here and the stairs so you've got the whole wooden floor section to dance on. I want you to do whatever the music makes you want to do, but I want you to slowly take off your clothes while you do it. Try to ignore the camera, forget it is going. I might ask you to do something to improve the video, but you can really just let yourself go. Okay?"

Jay nodded and climbed up the stairs and stood in the glare of the spotlights facing me. He looked beautiful. I turned on the video and focussed in on him. My camera was an expensive one and had a large colour view finder and a powerful zoom lens, as well as excellent macro photography capabilities. I was looking forward to making full use of it this afternoon. Once I had him in focus, I went over to the stereo and set the tape I had selected going. The music began, the speakers set in each corner of the room filling the area with sound, loud enough to cover any noise Jay or I would make, yet soft enough to not be a distraction for what was to eventuate. I had chosen a rather sensuous piece of music with a slow, rhythmic beat but modern enough to satisfy a young boy's tastes.

I went back to the video and Jay began swaying in time with the music. I zoomed in on his face and I could see he was still very nervous and unsure, but he was moving, trying to get himself into the mood of the music. He closed his beautiful blue eyes and I zoomed back out to view his whole body. He began running his hands over his arms and chest outside of his clothing, his hands describing circles that moved lower and lower until they were including moving across his belly as well, almost touching across his groin.

My penis stiffened further as I watched him slowly begin to unbutton his shirt, his eyes still closed, his body swaying sensuously. His fingers fumbled at the top button and he took a quick glance downwards, then across at me. I didn't react but kept the camera focussed on him and he shut his eyes again and slipped the button from its hole. He had no trouble with the other buttons and he slowly undid them all until his shirt was fully opened. He was wearing a cotton singlet that was moulded to the contours of his body and, as he slowly eased the blue shirt from his shoulders, I zoomed in on the little bump his nipple made on the white cotton. It was obviously stiff either from his own caresses or from his becoming aroused by his dancing. I hoped it was the latter. It certainly wasn't from the cold. The room was getting hotter from the heat of the lights and also from the heat being generated by my excitement and the boy's movements. I could feel a film of sweat developing on my bare skin and face.

I gradually brought the camera back out until Jay's whole upper body again filled the view-finder. He allowed the shirt to slip from his shoulders to the crook of his arms and moved it from side to side across his back. I was surprised at the sensuousness of his movements. He must have been watching women dance, or even strippers, at some time as he seemed to know how to dance seductively. Maybe it was just his natural way, he seemed too innocent to have been exposed to strip shows , although I guess he could have seen them in TV movies. Whatever it was, he was really very good and I found myself achingly erect and he hadn't really even begun to expose himself.

He flicked the shirt away, not bothering to open his eyes to see where it landed. Without losing a beat he began tugging his singlet free from his shorts, slowly easing it out millimetre by millimetre. I looked at his shoulders and arms, his bare skin dark brown against the white of his singlet. He was a slender boy and his shoulders and arms were still undeveloped, the muscles just starting to take on form but still delightfully immature. His chest was still that of a youngster, but it, too, was starting to fill out, the muscles becoming defined across his rib cage, but the bones of his rib-cage still visible beneath them. The tightness of his singlet accented them under the glare and the shadows the lights created. My gaze drank him in through the camera lens. I looked around the camera at him performing for me, but the camera enabled an even clearer and closer view of him so I very quickly put my eye back against it.

I panned down his length, past his shorts, along his smooth tan legs to his ankles covered by his white socks and his feet in their black lace-up shoes. He was just transferring his weight from one foot to the other as he swayed and I could see his feet swelling and contracting as he moved from one to the other. I was looking forward to seeing them uncovered, to watching them flex and twist with his dancing. It would not be too long.

I panned up to his upper body again and Jay was slowly raising his singlet. He was holding it on each side and he drew it upwards one side at a time, very slowly. My heart began to thump as I caught my first glimpse of his bare belly skin, the strip of flesh above the waist band of his shorts. His belly was tanned and flat, his navel a protruding little bump on that flatness. His shorts were on his hips and I could just see the top of his hip-bones above the band. I zoomed in until my vision was filled with only Jay's skin with his navel as his centre. I gradually moved upwards, following the bottom edge of his singlet as it was raised, over his diaphragm, over his chest and then I moved sideways to video his pale little nipple. He had almost no aureoles, just the stiff little bud of the nipple itself sticking out on his flat boy-chest. It filled the viewfinder and I longed to lick that hard little nub so badly my mouth began to water.

I zoomed out again to watch him remove the singlet completely, dragging it over his shoulders and head and flicking it away from where he was dancing. Jay kept his arms raised above his head and swayed his hips, his body twisting delightfully in time with the music. His armpits were smooth and hairless, giving me hope that his pubes might be just as bare. I hoped they were. The sight of a young boy's body completely devoid of hair was absolutely erotic heaven to me and my penis responded to my thoughts by becoming even harder. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I knew he could see the outline of my erection against my shorts. He was full length in my viewfinder and I stood upright and smiled at him.

"You're going great, matey," I told him. "It looks fantastic in the camera. Keep going like this and you might earn a bonus."

He smiled back at me and then bent down to undo his shoelaces.

"Not yet, Jay," I called out. He looked up at me. "I want you to take your shoes and socks off last," I explained. "Undress completely first, then dance a bit more, then your shoes and socks. Okay?"

"Sure," he said, standing up again, his body still swaying slightly to the rhythm. "If that's what you want. You're the boss," and he grinned cheekily. I think he was really beginning to enjoy the attention he was receiving and the effect he knew he was having on me.

He began to swing his hips and sway his upper body more overtly. He brought his hands down from behind his head and slid them under the waist band of his shorts. My breathing quickened as he began to slowly push them downwards. More and more of his belly was revealed to me until I didn't think he was wearing underpants. Then I saw a strip of white just above the bulge of his pubes as he wriggled his pants below his hips. He dropped the shorts to his ankles and he stood there spotlighted in the briefest of bikini undies. Dragging his tight shorts down had scrunched his underpants at the sides and he was left in what had become nothing more than a posing pouch. I zoomed in on that V, the little bulging pocket of material that held this lovely boy's private treasures. The material was loose and in the viewfinder I could see him beneath it, his little penis and testes jiggling with his body's movements.

I slowly zoomed back out after a minute or so until he was again full length in the viewer. His body glistened with a film of sweat and I could feel trickles down my back and stomach as well. I took in this youngster. How beautiful he was. His slim body undulating in the glare of the lights was a feast for my eyes. He was evenly tanned all over except for a white strip around his lower body in the outline of his Speedos, that paleness accenting the deepness of his tan. He looked extremely erotic wearing only his scrunched up underpants and his white socks and black shoes. His eyes were open and he was looking straight at the camera now. His eyes had a dreamy look to them, the eyelids slightly drooping and I could tell Jay was lost in the music and his movements.

He brought his hands to the waist band of his underpants and I held my breath as he began to lower them. Ever so slowly he pushed them down from his hips, exposing more and more of his groin. The material caught on the jut of his penis and held there for a long moment. I zoomed in on this area enthralled. His pubes were plump and smooth and I could not see any hairs at all even closeup. I could see the beginnings of his shaft, a pale thin tube of flesh protruding from under a slight crease of pubic skin disappearing into his underpants.

Suddenly the underpants disappeared from view and my sight was filled with Jay's beautiful young penis and I caught my breath. It was wonderful. He was uncircumcised, his penis slender and only about two inches [5 cm] long but it was unblemished, only the faintest trace of veins and capillaries showing through the delicately thin membrane covering its length. Its head was a small tapering bulge completely covered by his foreskin, coming to a blunt puckered point where his foreskin closed over its tip. His penis curved slightly downwards and moved with his dancing in a manner indicating its spongy firmness. I longed to touch its pliant form.

Beneath this curving delight hung the fairest scrotum I had ever seen. Jay's testes were held in a pale, tender looking pouch of softness and the two eggs inside hung low, clearly visible within the loose sac. They jiggled with his movements, the strands of the tubes within his scrotum creasing each side alternately as the pouch swayed. His entire lower body was devoid of hair, his thighs and groin smooth and blemish free. I very slowly zoomed back out until Jay again filled the screen.

While I had been concentrating on his genitals, he had divested himself of his underpants and was now dancing naked but for his shoes and socks. His body was a delight in its entirety. Seeing him in his swimmers was nothing to seeing him without them. The balance to his young body the pale strip around his hips and the exposed genitals gave enhanced his beauty threefold. I stood up, leaving the video focussed on him and looked at him dancing slightly above me. I looked at his chest, his boy nipples so tiny but stiff, almost invisible against the tan of his skin. I looked down over his ribs to the slight swell of his belly, watching the muscles rippling as he twisted to the music. My gaze settled on his navel, the lights making it stand out clear enough so I could see the fold of skin over the umbilical knot in its centre. Then my gaze moved downwards to his treasures. My mouth was dry as I studied the youngster's penis which was almost level with my eyes. How I wanted to take that little piece of flesh into my mouth, to feel its rubbery length swell and harden encased inside me. How I wanted to draw back that foreskin, to expose the shiny, moist head I knew was covered by that fleshy hood. To put my tongue to that puckered opening at its tip, to taste the sweet taste I knew would be there. My penis ached in its tightness and throbbed with each beat of my heart.

My hands wanted to touch his testes, wanted to gently roll the two nuggets around in their sack, wanted to hold him on the palm of my hand. I wanted to press my face into the groove beside them and lick across that smooth soft skin, to touch my tongue to those slippery eggs and to suck them one at a time into my mouth. My palms were sweaty with my thoughts.

I ran my eyes down his bare thighs, over his knees and down to his feet. His ankles were covered by his white socks, his feet encased in their black shoes. It would not be long before these would be removed and Jay would be completely naked to my eyes.

As if reading my thoughts, Jay slowly lowered himself, bending his knees until he was squatting on the floor, letting his hands caress down his sides, hips, thighs and shins until they were at the laces of his left shoe. I went back to the camera viewfinder and zoomed slowly in on his foot. I slipped the camera from off the tripod and moved forwards enabling me to look down so I could film his feet more clearly. I knelt on the lounge and used its back to steady myself, then concentrated on the boy before me.

He undid the laces and spread the shoe open. Then he raised the heel of his foot and the shoe slipped off. He drew it slowly along his foot until it was removed completely and his foot was left encased only in his white sock. He slid the shoe away and his hands went to the top of his sock and hooked under the band. He knew I was focussed in on him and he very deliberately lowered the sock, exposing his ankle so tantalisingly slowly. His heel was still raised and he rolled the sock beneath it and along the length of his foot.

As each millimetre of skin was uncovered I captured it in my viewfinder, the rounded firmness of his heel, the creasing beneath his sole from the way his foot was arched up, the high curve of his arch and the fleshy pad beneath his toes. And then the sock was gone, whisked off the end of his foot and I could see his toes. I panned along them, taking in their beauty. They were long and slim, the big toe slightly apart from the others, curving slightly away from the angle of his foot. I examined it through the camera, seeing the fineness of it, the gentle fattening towards its tip similar to the gentle swelling of his glans at the end of his penile shaft. His toe was elongated, coming to a point rather than a roundness, the fleshy end extending beyond the rounded curve of his nail. The nail was ivory white, clean and clipped, a paler strip of cuticle showing clearly against the nail colour at its base. His other toes had the same long slenderness, and the same ivory white nails. Not one of them was marked in any way. Even his little toe was longer than I had expected, almost as long as the toe beside it. The angle his foot was resting at caused his toes to be slightly splayed against the polished wood floor and I panned backwards and forwards across them, each one in turn filling my vision in the viewfinder.

Then I saw the pressure being removed from his foot as each toe relaxed and I zoomed out as Jay swapped his feet positions over, bringing his right foot forward to remove its shoe and sock. As I panned across to it, I panned across his genitals hanging beneath his bent-over belly and I couldn't resist going in between his thighs to film them in close-up again. His penis was aimed directly at the camera because of the way he was squatting and I was able to make out the pinky redness of his glans through the little puckered opening of his foreskin. I thought I could also just discern the slit in its tip. If my wishes were granted, it wasn't going to be too long before I would be able to see that tender flesh come out from under its hood and maybe even get to touch and taste it.

I focussed on the testes dangling below. They were swaying from side to side as Jay kept moving his hips slightly in time with the music. They were larger than I had first thought, now I could see them so closely and I realised he was probably developed enough to have orgasms, even though his penis was still that of a younger boy. I was unsure of when the ability to climax occurred in a boy's life. Maybe he needed to have started getting pubic hair, or his penis may need to thicken. I didn't know. I know I started late, living in a house of only women, and not knowing anything about orgasms or sex until I was well in to high school. I can't remember my age when I had my first wet dream, but I think it was before I got pubic hair. All I can remember, apart from the sensational feeling while it was occuring, was the fear of my mother finding out. I guess I would have then been able to masturbate to a climax, but I didn't do that until my teens. Can an eleven year old do it? Maybe I would get to find out!

I brought the camera around and down onto Jay's right foot just in time to see him removing his shoe. Again he drew it slowly along his foot, then whisked it away across the polished floor. Again, he slowly rolled his white sock down over his ankle, drew it around his heel then unpeeled it along his right foot. And again I followed it down in close-up until it finally exposed his toes and was withdrawn and flung to join its mate over near the wall.

Jay's right foot was almost a mirror of his left except for a partially distorted nail on his little toe. His big toe had the same slightly pointed end like its counterpart. The nail was similarly coloured and clipped. His other toes were slender and long, their nails also clean and well-groomed with the nail on his little toe slightly uneven across its top. I wondered what had caused this minor imperfection, although it did not detract from the overall beauty of his feet. In fact, this blemish seemed to bring Jay back into reality for me, made me realise I was almost in danger of putting this child on a pedestal of beauty that could make him seem unattainable to me. This slight flaw, caused most probably by some boyish mishap, would keep me seeing him as just a boy, albeit a very beautiful one, who I have been able to get to perform for me and with whom I could most probably become sexually involved.

As I panned back out from his foot, Jay stood up again and I raised the camera upwards along his body. He truly was magnificent now completely naked, his hips swaying suggestively, arms again raised above his head, his slim tanned body open totally to my sight. I could not keep my eyes away from the white strip around his hips that drew my attention to his sex and I looked back at it jiggling around as his movements became more abandoned. To my delight I could see the reddish tip of his glans beginning to peek out from under the hood of his foreskin and I realised he was becoming erect. Jay's small organ was slowly swelling, forcing the glans to spread its tight covering and to poke out into my view.

I zoomed back in onto it, the viewfinder once more filled with Jay's penis. My own organ was achingly hard and I knew I was leaking, I could feel the coldness of a patch of pre-cum wetting the front of my nylon shorts. The tightness of my shorts pressing against my hard shaft was almost unbearable. I wanted to remove them but was still not sure enough of what Jay's reaction might be. Seeing him becoming erect himself, though, gave me more optimism that he would not object to what I had in mind for us both.

I stared entranced as Jay's penis hardened, the youngster's shaft slowly swelling and lengthening as it filled. The foreskin was gradually sliding back over the expanding crown and more and more of the tender red flesh was exposed, the rim becoming more pronounced under the thin skin as his glans swelled. The end of Jay's penis was shiny and I realised he must be discharging a lubricant as he stiffened, which meant he would be able to ejaculate. The size of his organ as it became harder was also surprising. It was doubling in width and length, becoming more 'teenage' looking and seeming to be too big for his young body. I was pleased, though, as I liked larger penises. He was certainly on the verge of maturity, especially when seen like this.

Slowly his penis lifted, jutting out from his pubes and rising stiffly, swaying from side to side as he continued to dance. As it rose, the foreskin pulled back further and further until the glans was finally released. I licked my lips, trying to moisten my dried mouth. He was stunning. His penis was almost upright, the stretched foreskin caught in a fold at the junction of the glans and shaft just below the slit. The glans was shiny rose-red, raw looking out of its protective covering. There was a clear little drop of fluid at its tip. The shaft was smooth and the traces of veins and capillaries beneath the thin tight skin were more clearly visible because of its swollen state. It had thickened considerably and was now about as thick as my thumb and as long as my finger. I could almost feel it inside my mouth. It looked delicious! The urethra made a thick ridge up its underside and I longed to run my finger up that ridge to press his young juices out of its opening.

Jay's testes has tightened as he had stiffened and I studied them through the view-finder. The skin of his scrotum had puckered up, drawing each nugget tightly against the ridge of his perenium, and they stuck out clearly, like two bantam eggs under his skin. His wrinkled scrotal skin was now a darker brown colour, in stark contrast to the paleness of the surrounding flesh which was a creamy white.

I zoomed out from that beautiful sight until Jay once again filled the screen. He still had his hands above his head and his eyes were closed, the tip of his tongue visible between his soft lips. He was completely lost in the music, his body moving in steady motion. He seemed oblivious of his swaying erection. I replaced the camera back on it's tripod and checked the boy was still in focus, drawing the range of view out a little more so he could be seen full-length in the viewer.

Suddenly there was silence. It surprised Jay as much as me and he stopped dancing, opened his eyes and stood still. Then he brought his hands quickly down to hide himself, cupping his genitals in both hands and looking very embarrassed.

I stood up, leaving the camera running, and stepped towards him.

"What's the matter, Jay? Why are you covering yourself up?"

"Er…um…I…I've got a stiffy," he blurted out, his face turning red. He looked down at the floor, keeping his hands over himself.

"I know. I saw it," I commented with a smile as I walked up the steps towards him. I saw his eyes look towards me, flicker to the front of my shorts, saw them widen a little when he saw me beneath them and then dart away to focus back on the floor. The silence was broken only by the sound of our breathing. "You can see I've got one too, buddy. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But you can see mine," he murmured, his eyes flickering to my groin and away again. "I've got nothing on."

My heart skipped a beat. Here was my opening. "Would you feel better if I took my shorts off, Jay? Would you feel more comfortable about things if you could see my stiffy as well?" I walked over to stand beside him. He looked quite vulnerable standing there naked, his hands cupping his organs but the tip of his penis just peeking out from above where his hands joined, his face blushing.

"Uh…I dunno, Mr… er… Steve. I've never seen a man's… I mean, what are you going… isn't it wrong to, you know…" The poor boy was becoming really flustered. I could tell by the way he kept glancing at me and the look on his face and the way he spoke that he really did want me to undress, that he did want to see my penis and maybe experience whatever I might have in mind, but was reluctant or embarrassed to say it openly.

"I tell you what, Jay. I'll take my shorts off so we are both equal. Then, if you want to… er… do things, I'll give you an extra fifty dollars. I won't do anything you ask me not to, or make you do anything you don't want to, but, if you can overcome your shyness, you can earn double the money. What do you think?" I put my hand on his bare shoulder and could feel him trembling. "I certainly won't hurt you, Jay," I added reassuringly.

He looked up at me and I felt him relax a little. His voice trembled a little though when he spoke. "I guess I would feel better if you were undressed too, Steve. And I guess I'd like to earn an extra fifty dollars." This last part was said very softly and he averted his face but not before I had seen the blush resurface on it.

I squeezed his shoulder. "Good lad. I knew when I first asked you to do this that you were a game boy. And I was right. And you'll have as much fun as me, Jay, I'm sure. Just don't be embarrassed. There's only you and me here. Come on, take your hands away from your penis and let me look at you."

"Are… Aren't you going to undress first?" he asked shyly, looking back up at me.

"Would you rather look at me first?" I asked smiling. "Would that make you feel a bit more comfortable?" He nodded. "Okay, Jay. I don't mind. In fact I'd like you to look at me. If you want to touch me, that's okay as well, because I would like to touch you when its my turn."

I stepped back from Jay, who turned slightly towards me, his hands still joined in front of his groin. I made sure I was still in what I thought would be the camera range and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my shorts. I slowly eased them down, freeing my engorged and quivering erection.

"Wow!" I heard Jay exclaim softly as I dropped my pants, exposing myself to his gaze. I kept my pubic area, scrotum and between my legs shaved as smooth as a young boy's and, in fact, have no body hair apart from that on my head. Not only did I prefer this as part of my desire for young boys, but it made my penis and testes look even larger; and I liked the feel of myself hairless when I stroked my body. I looked down at myself, knowing the boy's gaze was fixed upon me as well. My penis was good-sized, around eight inches [20 cm] in length and about four and a half [11 cm] in circumference. I was circumcised and my glans was a neat, flared cap on the end of my shaft. Pre-cum was smeared around the crown and a fresh droplet was already beginning to ooze out of my opening. My testes were slightly smaller than hen's eggs and made quite a bulge between my thighs. They were heavy and usually hung low. It was only if I was very cold or I went swimming in cold water that they ever shrunk upwards. I was fairly narcissic about my body and my sexual apparatus and kept myself in good physical condition. I have never felt awkward or embarrassed when undressed and I certainly didn't feel so now.

I stood still so Jay could look me over and, after a few moments, I saw him slowly withdraw his hands from in front of himself, bringing his delightful treasures into my sight again. His testes were still withdrawn against his body, but his penis was almost standing upright against his belly, the glans swollen and deep plum red. I could see a shiny trail running from its slit to an inch or so down the front of the shaft. The boy was as turned on as I was! I saw his hands make a move towards me, then hesitate.

"Would you like to touch it?" I asked softly. "I don't mind. In fact I'd like you to. Don't be scared."

Jay didn't say a word, his eyes glued to me. Slowly he reached a hand out towards me, hesitatingly, getting closer and closer. He stopped only millemetres from me, his fingers shaking, and he looked up at me.

"It's okay, Jay. You can touch it."

Tentatively he moved his fingers forwards until, finally, he touched me. It was like an electric shock passing through me. My penis twitched in response and Jay jerked his hand back in surprise. I laughed and put my hand out to his shoulder and squeezed it.

"Wow!" I said. "You really have an effect on me. Go ahead and take hold of it, Jay. It feels really great."

"Uhn…I don't know, Steve. It's strange. I don't know whether I should…it seems funny…" Jay tapered off, his hands going back to shield himself again.

"What's the problem, Jay? I thought you wanted to earn the extra money? Are you just shy? Or don't you want to go on?"

"I do want to earn the money, Steve. Its just that… you know… you're a man… men aren't supposed to… you know…"

"Hey, Jay. I told you this afternoon I liked boys and I liked looking at them, videoing them. I also like touching them. You didn't mind when I touched you this afternoon, did you?" He blushed and shook his head. "I can see you are excited now and I know you want to touch me," I went on, "So what's the problem. It is only between you and me, you know. I would really like to touch you again, now you have nothing on." I trailed my fingers down his chest to his nipple, touching the small nub and seeing goose-bumps rise on his skin in response.

Jay looked down at my fingers then to my jutting erection. He then glanced back up at me, his cheeks red. "I guess I want you to do things to me, Steve, but I don't know what to do. I guess I'm nervous and scared I'll do something wrong, or you'll think I'm stupid, or something."

"That certainly won't happen, Jay. You can't do anything 'wrong'. Your innocence is an attraction for me. I'll show and tell you what I like and what to do. Come on, now. Take your hands away and let me see you."

Slowly the young lad removed his hands and once more I could see his penis. It had begun to wilt during our discussion and curved outwards from his bare pubes, the foreskin recovering half of the glans already. I could see a clear drop of fluid glistening at its tip. I was aware that the camera was still going, recording everything that was happening between me and the boy, and that added to the excitement of this seduction.

"Would you like me to make you stiff again?" I asked him, moving my hand downwards from his nipple. He didn't answer, but didn't make any move to stop me so I continued, turning my hand so the palm ran flat along his body. I could feel his ribs under his smooth skin, could feel his heart beating hard. I moved downwards onto his flat belly, letting my hand stop a moment to feel his belly rise and fall with his breathing, allowing my fingers to rest in the groove of his navel. Then I proceeded down towards his naked pubes. My penis was throbbing and I wanted Jay to touch it, but I was prepared to wait until he was fully ready. I knew it would not be too much longer. As my hand slowly caressed over the fleshy mound of his pubes heading towards the base of his penis, I saw it slowly rising again, thickening and lengthening as it rose. I curved my hand around its very base, where it joined his body, my fingers and thumb lightly resting on the mounds of his testes held tightly against his body. Jay groaned and his penis quivered erect, the glans shiny and swollen and pointing straight up at me.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Jay?" I said quietly, closing my fingers around his shaft and beginning to stroke up its length. "You are so hard. Your penis is beautiful." I gripped him gently just below his glans and dragged his foreskin backwards and forwards slightly across its flared rim. "This is your most sensitive part. I could make you come like this. Can you feel it tingling?"

He tried to answer me but only grunted. He swallowed and tried again. "Yes, Steve. Ooohh! It's almost hurt… Uunh!" I felt him jerk between my fingers then he suddenly cried out. I couldn't believe it! Jay was climaxing, his penis squirting his first ejaculation!

I held onto him, putting my other arm around his shoulders to steady him as he began to buckle at the knees. We were both turned towards the camera and I hoped this was being clearly filmed. Jay's first burst of semen shot out in a long clear thread, arcing out from his penis and laying a shiny trail across the polished wood floor. He grunted as he spasmed again and I felt his penis throb between my fingers as it sent a second streak, this one slightly more opaque and thicker than the first, to land beside it. Jay's eyes were closed, his fists clenched against his sides, his body leaning in to mine. I felt close to coming myself, watching his young penis discharging. His third ejaculation spurted out but did not have the same force as the other two. The thread of sperm was like a fishing-line being cast as it arced out but it remained attached to his penis so it fell downwards, trailing across my hand as it descended to leave a sticky trail along his penis, my hand and his thigh. Jay's climax was short, though, and the next discharge just oozed from him in a couple of less intense throbs, a thick greyish blob forming at the end of his penis, expanding until it slid over the crown where it hung momentarily before dripping downwards, landing on his foot.

As his orgasm subsided, Jay slowly relaxed, his body leaning in further to me untl his head was resting on my chest, my arm the only thing keeping him upright it seemed. I continued holding his penis, my hand still, allowing his sensations to slowly ease. He gave a couple of huge sighs, his body trembling, his arms hanging slackly at his sides.

We stood like that for several minutes, the only sound was that of our breathing. Our bodies were shiny with sweat, Jay's breath on my chest making a patch of coolness on my skin. As he relaxed, his body moved in closer and closer until he was against me, my penis resting against his chest, his penis pressed against my thigh. He suddenly turned full on to me, trapping my penis between our bodies, his arms going around my hips and he hugged me. I returned his hug, letting go of his still hard shaft and putting my hands behind him, one across his bare back, the other grasping his firm buttocks and pressing him into me. My penis was under Jay's chin and I felt him moving himself against it, rubbing his chin over the slippery crown.

I looked down onto the top of his head. "It felt good, did it, buddy? It certainly looked good," I said softly.

"Mmmmm!" he said, snuggling in to my chest. Then he leaned back and looked up at me. "I guess that was a 'come', hey, Steve? I've heard a couple of my friends talking about 'coming' and 'jacking off' but I didn't know what they meant really. I had a bit of an idea, but nothing like it really is. It was radical. Do you come like that?"

I gazed down into his excited blue eyes. He was so innocent and yet so sensual. Only a few minutes ago he had been embarrassed and shy and now here he was naked hugging a naked man whose erection was squashed against his chest. My glans was sticking up between us, swollen and red. I could feel my testes pressed tightly against his belly and I knew he must also be aware of them.

"I guess all men come like that, although I don't usually squirt as far as you did," I said smiling. He beamed back up at me, his eyes twinkling.

"I'm a man," he laughed. "Boy! I sure grew up fast!" He looked down at me, moving his upper body back a little and freeing my penis. It's tip reached almost to his chin. "I'd like to see you come, Steve. I'd like to see what your's looks like when it does."

"Do you want to do it to me, Jay?"

"Could I? What do I do?"

"Just take hold of my penis and rub your hand up and down on it and I'll come. I reckon it won't take me long, the way I'm feeling."

His shyness of just a few minutes back had certainly gone. He took hold of my stiffness in his right hand, stepping back a little more to enable him to move more freely. I could hardly contain myself as his young fingers circled my shaft about halfway along its length. He couldn't join his fingers around its width but he gripped the solid flesh firmly. His palm was across the back of my penis, his fingertips and thumbtip either side of my urethral ridge. He pointed it at himself and began to pump up and down. I put my hand over his.

"Rub backwards and forwards, Jay. Make the loose skin go up and down over the shaft like this," and I demonstrated with his hand. "Mmmm. That feels great. You're doing great." My voice was croaky, and I could feel my climax building rapidly as much as from the eroticism of this scene as from the boy's inexperienced ministrations. I let go of his hand and he continued rubbing. We were both looking at the crimson head of my organ, watching the slit opening and closing as he jerked his hand up and down. "I'm not going to be long," I told him, my body tensing. "Keep a steady rhythm."

Jay was concentrating hard on making me come, the tip of his tongue protruding through his pursed lips. I looked down upon him, seeing his beautiful nude body shiny with sweat, watching his hand working on my erection, seeing his stiff penis twitching with his movements. My testes jiggled around as he tugged me and their motion heightened my sensations. I could hold back no longer!

"Uuhn! I'm coming…" I grunted as my first spasm hit me. I had never had those 'super climaxes' one reads about, where huge bursts of semen spray all around. My climaxes were intense, but I tended to squirt only inches and only the first one or two spasms. My sperm usually oozed from me, dribbling out in several waves of pleasure to either run down my penis or drip onto my lover or the floor or whatever. Imagine my surprise (and Jay's delight) when my first spasm sent a jet of semen up between us, a long thread of fluid reaching almost to my chin where it seemed to hang for a moment before arcing back and splashing across Jay's shoulder and chest. It was followed by another spasm almost as intense, squirting another string of my sticky juices up between us, this time falling lower and leaving a slimy trail down Jay's belly. The following emmissions were more like my normal climax, my sperm coming out in thick globules and flowing down my penis, gathering at the join of Jay's hand on me in a white creamy pool. Jay watched it in fascination.

My spasms slowly eased off, my discharge slowing to a halt and my muscles began to relax.

"Phew!!" I breathed out. "Oh boy, Jay. That was fantastic! I've never had a come like that since I was your age."

He laughed, looking up at me. He kept his hand around my penis and was rubbing it up and down, spreading my cream all over the shaft. He was obviously enjoying the slippery feel of it as he slid along its length. I squirmed as his hand slid over the sensitive glans seeking more of my fluids and I had to hold him again.

We stood like that for several minutes, both of us joined at my penis, each of us enjoying the abating sensations and content just to be standing close and having that most intimate contact. We had shared a very special moment and I knew that it was something Jay would never forget. I also knew that Jay would be a party to the next part of my plan. I knew he would now do whatever I asked. He had come too far to turn back. I knew he would be eager to experience whatever else I could show him; and to earn the money I was offering to do those things would be an attraction he could not resist.

"Wait there, Jay, while I get a towel." I finally said, easing myself away from him. I had begun to go soft and Jay reluctantly let go of me as I moved. "I'll clean us both off. You just stay as you are," I told him as I walked to the bathroom, which was off a short hallway off the lounge-room, towards my bedroom. I grabbed a hand towel from the railing, dampened it at the sink and went back into the lounge. Jay hadn't moved. I stopped and gazed at him.

He looked beautiful in the lights, his body glistening with sweat and streaked with our fluids. His penis was still semi-erect, curving outwards from his bare pubes. His scrotum had softened again and his testicles now hung like a pear from his groin. He was rubbing his finger around in circles in the slippery glob of my semen that was streaked across his chest. He spread the fluid over and around his nipple and I could see the little nub was erect. His other hand rubbed down his belly, smearing sweat and man-juice across the pale flesh and around his organs. My penis hardened again as I watched the boy exploring, discovering all of the delights and sensations he could from our experience. The expression on his face told me he was enjoying it all. And everything was being captured on video for my future pleasure!

I watched him for several moments until he looked up and saw me and smiled shyly. I went over to him, conscious of my penis jutting out and swaying from side to side as I did so. Jay took it in his sticky hand as I came up to him and he did so with no hesitation or embarrassment, as though it was the most natural thing for him to do. At his touch I became fully erect again and looked down to see myself sticking up out of his small hand, my penis swollen and red and covered in my drying juices.

"Will you come again?" Jay asked, beginning to rub his hand up and down my still sensitive shaft.

"Not for a while," I told him and he ceased rubbing and let go of me. "I'll clean you up, Jay. But I'd like you to lie on the floor for me, on your back. Do you want a cushion?" He shook his head. "I want to clean you my way, so just lie there and let yourself go along with me. Okay?"

Jay nodded and laid down on the floor. I stood entranced watching this young naked lad spreading himself out below me, trusting himself to my desires. He lay with his arms and legs spread, his penis lying back across his pubic bone, his testicles hanging between his thighs.

"You look beautiful like that, Jay," I said to him. "I'll just get the video and set it up here so I can video this. Just stay like you are." I quickly retrieved the camera and tripod from the pit and set it up so as to get the whole of Jay and myself in it, angling down on him from the side so it would show everything he and I did. After setting it in operation, I moved to stand over his head. He looked up at me.

I knelt down, my knees either side of his head and began to wipe the drying sperm from his shoulders and chest with the damp cloth. I caressed his skin gently, moving the cloth in slow circles over him, paying extra attention to each nipple when I came to it. My penis was above Jay's face, my scrotum dangling in front of him as I leaned forward to allow the cloth to move down onto his belly and towards his groin. I saw his penis rising until it was pointing stiffly up his body again and I wondered whether that was because of my touch, or whether it was because of what he could see. Either way, it was an effect that was for my pleasure.

I wiped the drying semen from his belly, my bare hand softly running over his skin behind the cloth. I traced the line of his tan with my finger and smiled as his skin goose-bumped. I then did the same on the tanline at the top of his thigh that brought my finger to the edge of his groin. To reach him now I was leaning forward over Jay, my genitals dangling above him. I looked between our bodies and saw his eyes fixed upon me. His belly was rising and falling rapidly with his breaths. He was becoming highly aroused again.

I took hold of his little-boy penis, bringing the cloth over it and wiping the shaft clean. The glans was fully exposed and a shiny drop of his juice glistened at its slit. I leaned forward further, bringing my face nearer to him. His fresh smell was exciting, filling my senses with his slightly musky odour. My tongue reached out and touched the end of his penis, taking that wondrous droplet on its tip. As I drew it back, a shiny thread of him stretched between us like a spider's silk momentarily, before releasing itself to me. I savoured his taste and texture, just a hint of saltiness and the feel of honey on my tongue. Jay gasped as I lowered my mouth over him, softly swiping along and around him, cleaning him and tasting his flesh and finally getting to feel the smoothness of his young hard rod in my mouth. I began sucking gently, forcing the crown against the roof of my mouth and sucking on him like a baby on a bottle, working my tongue against his shaft.

Jay began to move around beneath me and I could hear him beginning to moan. I knew what was about to happen and I increased my suction. Jay squealed and his hands clutched my hips as his body thrust upwards. I felt him swell inside me then his sweet essence squirted out into my mouth. I didn't need to swallow but held each small emission until his climax ceased, which wasn't long in coming.

He spurted only four times, the last with almost no fluid coming out of him, but his young body bucked on the floor as his sensations took control. It was even more intense than his first and it took several minutes for him to quieten and for his breathing to settle. I kept his penis held firmly in my mouth as he climaxed, gradually relaxing my suction as his orgasm subsided, finally allowing it to flop free onto his belly when his body was still. I swirled his semen around my mouth, allowing it to slide over my tongue and teeth. It was like the white of an egg, thicker strands of jelly within the gluey paste. It tasted a little like egg-whites as well, with a hint of acidity and saltiness combined. It was not as strongly flavoured as my own or that of older youths I had tasted, and had a freshness that was highly erotic and could certainly become highly addictive.

I finally swallowed and sat back up. I looked down at the boy whose head was between my thighs. My penis had been leaking and there was a silken thread of me running from a globule on his chest, up over his face and to the end of my upright penis. Jay's eyes were closed and I watched his tongue come out between his lips and moisten them, breaking the thread as he did so. It dangled from my penis like a pearl earring before releasing and landing on his lips. His eyes sprang open and he licked his lips before he realised what it was that had dropped on him. I smiled down on him as I saw realisation register and he knew he had my semen in his mouth. I didn't know what his reaction was going to be, whether he would be upset or not, and it was a great relief when I saw him smile back at me and swallow. I leaned down and kissed him, pressing my lips gently against his. He allowed our contact to linger, making no move to draw his mouth away, and I ran the tip of my tongue onto the inside of his lips, just touching his teeth. His lips opened for me and I felt the fleeting brush of his tongue against mine as he tentatively responded to my invasion.

I gently broke contact, the awkwardness of our position winning out over the pleasure I was receiving from the boy. I stroked his face as I straightened up. "You are a very exciting young boy, Jay," I told him. "You can see the effect you have on me." He made a move to take my penis again but I stopped his hand. "No, matey. I have something else in mind now. You just lie there and I'll see if I can get you hard again."

I crawled down over him, feeling his eyes following me down his body. I noticed his penis was resting on his pubes, its head withdrawn almost completely back inside the foreskin. It had taken on its small-boy look again, its small size giving no indication of its capabilities. As much as I was tempted to touch it, I resisted and continued moving towards the objects of my desire.

Jay's feet were spread outwards, lying almost sideways on the floor he was so relaxed. There was the shiny blob of his sperm that had dripped onto his right foot. It was drying around the edge and had not dribbled off due to its thicker consistancy. I moved to below his feet and turned back to face up his body. He was still watching me, looking down along his body. I glanced up at his penis and it was still flaccid, although the glans seemed to be less covered than when I passed over it.

I turned my attention back to Jay's feet, squatting on my haunches between them. I took his left leg in my hands and raised it to rest across my thigh, his foot just touching my bare belly, alongside my erection. I began to massage the top of his foot, rubbing my thumbs over and between the tendons and bones. My fingers pressed into the flesh of his arch and stroked back towards his heel. Jay's toes wriggled and I realised he was ticklish. I made my strokes as firm as I could as the last thing I wanted was for him to start laughing and pulling away from me. But he did the opposite, pressing his foot in towards my belly and wriggling his toes so his big toe flicked against my penis. I looked up and he was watching. He was deliberately using his foot to excite me. It was as though he had realised what my needs were and was letting me know he knew.

I looked back down to what I was doing. His foot was softer than I had imagined when I was looking at it through the view-finder of the camera. The sole was not hard and calloused even though I knew he, like most of the children living here, went barefoot much of the time. I worked my hands along his foot, massaging towards his toes. Jay stretched like a cat, sensuous and sated when I finally took his big toe into my grasp, wrapping my fingers around it completely, stretching and squeezing it gently as I did so. Then I unwrapped it, cradling his foot in my right hand and exploring each toe with my left.

His big toe was long and I studied the rounded point at its end. It was fleshy and soft and the pointed part protruded way beyond the end of the bone. This gave his toes the distinctive shape I had noted through the camera. His nail was clean and trimmed and felt warm and smooth to my touch. His knuckle was neat, no knobby protruberance but a slight bump indicating its presence. The gap between his big toe and the next was almost wide enough to fit my finger. His big toe splayed outwards, even in it's relaxed state, which was something else I had noticed earlier.

I went along each toe, stroking and fondling each in turn. They were all long, and all had that rather distinctive point at their tip, beyond the nail. I squeezed each toe, rubbing my fingers between them and under them, paying extra attention to each fleshy pad. I finally came to his little toe and Jay squirmed delightfully as I gave it my attention. I gently manipulated it between my fingers, paying extra attention to it's slightly roughened nail. Looking at it close-up, I could see a faint scar down the side of his toe, coming from the slight indent running across the nail. It appeared as though both the nail and toe had been cut, a long time ago by the faintness of the scars, and the nail had retained a permanent indentation from that injury.

I brought the tender morsel up to my mouth, raising Jay's leg as I did so which brought new delights to my eyes. Looking up between his spread thighs, I could see his testes laying against his cleft. The strip of pale skin between his buttocks was smooth and unblemished and his almost transparent scrotum lay flattened against it bringing each teste into stark relief. It was almost as though they were nakedly exposed, stuck there without any covering. The sperm tubes and blood vessels running from each egg up into Jay's groin were clearly visible beneath the thin skin. I also noticed Jay's penis had begun to swell again and the glans was visible to me like a small satsuma plum on the end of a thick, fleshy stalk.

How I envied his youthful virility, his insatiable sexual arousals. My own second arousal was nearing its peak but I knew I would be sated and unable to become sexually excited for quite some time afterward my second climax so I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could. It was becoming extremely difficult now I had the objects of my desire within my grasp.

Keeping my gaze fastened on his groin, I slowly moved my mouth over his little toe, capturing that stubby little organ between my lips and drawing it inside my mouth. I ran my tongue over and around it, paying extra attention to the indent on his nail and down the side of the faint scar. I ran my tongue beneath his toe and between it and it's neighbour. I could taste the salty, musty taste of Jay, the faint odour of his socks filling my nostrils. It was a taste and smell I truly found erotic and I could feel my penis and testicles tightening as my excitement steadily built up.

I opened my mouth wider, sliding my lips over all of Jay's toes until they were all enclosed within my mouth. I teased and licked around each one, running my tongue along the end of each nail, between each join, under each pad. I sucked each one individually in turn, using the same sucking technique as I had when I had sucked on his penis. I am certain he was aware of my stimulation of his toes as being the same as that on his penis; that he knew that what I was doing was as erotic and as exciting for me as fellating him, because I could see his penis stiffening as I worked him. It swelled until it again stood out from his groin, poking rigidly up over his belly.

I released his toes and, lifting his leg higher, licked across his sole and up around his arch to the top of his foot. My hands stroked the groove around his ankle and my thumbs caressed and massaged his heel. Jay wrinkled his foot as my tongue again washed under his arch and I slid the tip along each little fold his flesh made. His taste and odour were stronger underneath his foot and filled my senses. My saliva flowed freely as his sweet smell stimulated me more and more and each time I swallowed I savoured the taste of my young lover.

I could see Jay was also becoming more and more aroused and he was beginning to flex his body on the floor, his back arching, his hands clenching and buttocks tensing. Soft moans came from him and his head rocked slowly from side to side.

I took his right leg in my left hand and brought his foot up to my mouth, lowering his left foot back onto my lap, to the right of my upright penis. I manoeuvred it until my rod rested against its length. I then held his right foot in both hands, cradling it around the heel, his toes pointed up towards me. The small dollop of his sperm was almost dried, only the centre still moist. I leaned over and licked his essence away, the taste of his boy-cream so fresh to my mouth after the more pungent taste from his foot.

I washed his foot with my tongue, swiping across the top, underneath his arch, around his heel and the ball of his foot, around each toe and across each nail. Again I sucked each toe into my mouth, sucking on them as I would a small hard penis. Jay was squirming now as I worked upon his foot, and his left foot pressed over my penis, pressing it back against my belly. His movements rubbed his foot against me and I could hold back no longer.

I clenched down over his foot in my mouth as I began climaxing. The spasms racked my body and I couldn't help crying out. Jay must have realised what was happening and he pressed his foot even harder into my groin. My penis spurted its fluids up in another series of powerful ejaculations, more intense than I had had for a long time and almost as intense as my earlier climax. My sperm streaked up my belly and chest and ran down Jay's foot. I couldn't believe I could discharge so much after already coming once, but there seemed to be even more than before. And the sensations were as powerful.

It was several long moments before I could catch my breath and before my body began to relax. As it did so, I sank to my knees and my body folded over Jay's feet and legs, trapping them in my lap as I stroked my hands over his upper legs, groin and belly. He just lay supine for me, allowing me to caress him and to touch him where I wanted to. His penis was still hard and I took hold of it in my hand. I began to masturbate him and was surprised when he jerked and stopped my hand. I could feel the end was sticky and I suddenly realised the boy had also come again. My ministrations to his feet had caused him to reach a climax! I couldn't believe my good fortune. Not only had I found a young boy who would allow me to look at him naked, allow me to touch him all over, allow me to bring to a climax and who would also touch me and bring me to a climax as well, but I had found one who also got extreme sexual pleasure from his feet and legs. I pressed my mouth to his groin, kissing around his slowly softening sex. He put his hands on my head, his fingers gently tangling in my hair. We stayed like that for several minutes, each enjoying the other's touch.

Finally I sat back up. I could feel my sticky emmissions cooling on my skin and I took the washcloth and cleaned myself off and then Jay's feet. As I wiped over Jay, I gazed up at him, delighted at the trust he was exhibiting towards me. He lay comfortably relaxed, his body exposed, open and vulnerable to my desires. I cleansed each foot, laying each leg either side of my body as I finished. He made no moves to hide himself, but lay with arms and legs spread, looking back at me with a smile on his lips.

I then stood up, seeing his eyes follow me, looking long and intently at my genitals before rising to meet my eyes. I winked at him and reached a hand towards him. He took my hand in his and I gently pulled him up off the floor. He hugged himself into me as he stood, giving me a squeeze before stepping away.

"What do we do now," he asked.

"I think we've done enough for now. Don't you?" I responded, moving around him to head for the passageway to the bathroom and my bedroom. I turned off the video as I went past it and continued to the bedroom after throwing the flannel into the laundry basket. Jay stayed in the lounge. I took my wallet off the dresser and took two fifty dollar bills out of it. I took them back to the lounge and handed them to Jay.

"Is that all you wanted? I thought…" Jay's voice trailed off and he looked a little confused.

"Hey, Jay. Its fine. You did what I wanted. You earned your hundred dollars." I stepped down into the pit and sat on the lounge. He came down after me.

"I didn't mean the money. I meant… I thought you…"

"You liked what we did, hey? Do you want more?" I smiled at him as he sat down beside me. I put my hand on his thigh. "We have to finish off now, buddy, but I do have another proposition for you. If you want."

"You bet!" he exclaimed eagerly, turning towards me causing my hand to slide into his bare lap.

I tweaked his soft boyhood between my finger and thumb. "I sure like touching this, buddy, and I'd like you to come here again on Saturday. And I'd like you to bring a couple of friends."

He looked at me in surprise. "You want me to ask other kids to come? To do the same as you and me?"

I nodded, seeing a flash of disappointment cross his face. "Yes, Jay. I'd like you and a couple of your mates to dance and strip off for me to film. If they'd do the other things you and I did, they can earn extra as well. But you will be the special boy, buddy." I ran my hand around his groin. "Your little penis has given me immense pleasure today and you and I share something very special. I'd also like to see you with other boys, though. It would excite me even more. Can you do it for me?"

Jay put his hand on my soft penis. "I'll try, Steve. I really did like what we did. I liked seeing you come. And you made me feel fantastic. Will we do that again? Just you and me?"

I put my arm around him and pulled him to me. "Anytime you want to, Jay. Any time you want. Just you and me. But I want you to get some mates for Saturday. Okay?"

"Okay, Steve."

"Good lad. Now make sure you can trust them before you say anything." He nodded. "Get two boys around your age. Do you have anyone in mind?"

He nodded again. "My best friend, Chris, has an older brother. Chris told me they do things together, you know, sexy things."

Hmmm." My excitement grew at his words. "They sound like they might be just right. As long as they are good looking, like you," I added smiling.

Jay blushed. "Yeah, I think they are," he said.

I stood up and stretched. "Fine, then. You'd better get dressed now. I'll look forward to Saturday."

Jay stood up and walked back up to the upper level to get his clothes. I watched him as I turned off the lights. How gorgeous he looked. My eyes caressed his nude body as he bent down to retrieve each article, then as he sat on the floor and began dressing. As he was doing up his shoes I joined him, picking up my shorts but not bothering to put them on. It was surprising that Jay became all shy and embarrassed again, because he was fully clothed and I was naked. He kept glancing down at me, and I felt myself stiffening again under his gaze. I put my hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the door.

"Come on, little mate. It's time to finish off. I'll see you and your friends on Saturday, about two o'clock. And remember to keep everything quiet unless you are sure they'll be in it. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay, Steve." He looked up at me as I opened the door, stepping back so I couldn't be seen from outside. "I really enjoyed this afternoon," he said. "I'm pretty sure Chris and his brother will be in it. They'd be mugs if they don't. You're getting stiff again, Steve." He reached out and tugged me, laughing. "Don't let the neighbours see," he said cheekily.

I smacked him playfully on the buttocks and pushed him out the door. "You cheeky little bugger," I laughed, almost closing the door. "You wait 'til Saturday."

"Sure will," he said then ran off down the path with a quick wave. I watched him go out the gate before finally closing the door.

"What a kid!" I thought. I took hold of myself as I wandered back into the lounge. I was stiff again, much to my surprise. I slowly rubbed myself as I got the video camera and began rewinding the tape. I was still hard as I plugged the leads into the television. I began playing the tape and lay down on the lounge to watch, my hand beginning a slow and rhythmic stroking as my young lover began to dance.

Part 2

"What? When?"

"You know. The other day when you were over my place. About you and Dennis, you know, doing things…sex stuff."

"Oh, that. Yeah. What about it?"

The three young boys were sitting in one of the school's shelters eating their lunch. The shelter was just a small, tin covered lean-to like a bus shelter, with open sides and a full length bench running along a back metal wall. I had seen them heading off towards this one, which was set away from the main area and near the scrub bordering the school and I had made my way unobtrusively around the yard until I had come up to it from behind. I now leant against the tree at the back of it, to all intents and purposes to any onlooker, watching the yard and students as though I was on yard-duty, but, in reality, listening to the conversation of the youngsters inside. They were unaware I was there.

Jay had come to my office this morning just before recess time. My heart skipped when the youngster had poked his head around the doorway to see if I was there. My secretary had had to go to the bank so we were alone. I greeted him and he came in. As he walked across the office towards me, I could see him nude again, could see his naked body beneath his uniform, could see him moving around in the glare from the movie-lights just for me. There was an instantaneous movement in my pants. I think Jay was also remembering and visualising because he had a shy smile on his face and was blushing as he came around my desk to stand beside me. I noticed he had closed the door.

I slipped my arm around his waist as he came up to me, allowing my hand to close over his buttock. He didn't resist.

"How are you, Jay? No worries about yesterday?"

"No, Steve…er…I mean, Mr Donald.." he said.

"Steve is okay, when there's just you and me. Did you like what we did?" I slid my hand onto the bare skin at the top of his thigh. He was hot and smooth. I rubbed lightly up and down, my hand sliding in under the leg of his shorts.

"I sure did. I thought about it all night." He giggled. "That tickles." He wriggled and my hand slid up under his shorts to his crotch. I closed over the front of his underpants. He was stiffening.

"I thought about this all night, too," I said, taking his lengthening little penis between my finger and thumb. "And about you touching my penis and making me come. You certainly made an impact on me. young man. The video is terrific."

"Can I see it? I forgot about that! I mean, I remembered, but the other stuff was even more exciting. I made myself come again last night. I thought about what we did and got a stiffy and I rubbed it like you did and made that stuff come out again. It wasn't as much, though."

"I guess you were all 'comed' out. Your body needs time to make the semen. It still feels good, though, doesn't it? I made myself come again, too, last night thinking about you. We must have been connected." I smiled up at him. "I'm looking forward to seeing this little fellow again." I gave his now hard penis a squeeze through the cloth of his underpants. "And I'd like to make it squirt again. Just for me."

"Me too," Jay responded, his breath catching. "I'd like to see your's again, too. And I really liked seeing your stuff coming out. Can we do it again on Saturday?"

"If the boys you get are willing we can all do it. If not…"

"I'll ask Chris at lunch time. I reckon he'll be in it. I hope so… What happens if he won't? Will we still…?"

I raised the leg of Jay's shorts, exposing his white underpants. His hard shaft was visible through them. I pulled the leg-band aside and hooked my finger around his erection and eased it out from its covering. How hot and hard it felt! Jay gasped as I wrapped my hand around his penis leaving only the bright red glans exposed. I looked down at it. It looked raw and shiny and there was a stickiness to it that indicated he had been leaking. I touched the finger of my other hand to its tip, spreading the slit. He groaned and leaned in towards me.

"I don't think I'll be able to resist this," I said, my voice slightly husky. I leaned over and kissed the end, closing my lips over the slightly moist tip. His heat and taste immediately engulfed me and it was all I could do to stop myself from sliding my mouth over him completely. Jay cried out as I came down onto him and his hands clutched at my hair. I forced myself to let him go and sit back away from him. Jay looked flustered and embarrassed when I moved away from him and left him standing there with his erect penis poking out from under his shorts.

"Hey, matey. I'm sorry. But we mustn't do this here. It's too dangerous. I'm sorry I got carried away. We'll have to wait until we're at my place. You'd better put yourself away."

He fumbled himself back into his pants and smiled. "I really liked it when you sucked on me yesterday, Steve. I thought you were going to do it again. I think I'd like to try to do that to you. But I guess it isn't the right time or place to do it. What if old Johnno saw!" He laughed his delightfully boyish giggle.

"She'd have a fit, wouldn't she! You'll just have to wait until Saturday. I can see I've created a monster here!"

Jay looked at me, concern on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I laughed. "I mean I've turned you into a little sex maniac. When you came to my place yesterday you were innocent and shy. And now look at you. Wanting to touch me, letting me get your penis out, wanting me to suck you, wanting to suck me…. And in my office!"

Jay blushed. "Yeah….I guess you have," he said. "Is it wrong? I mean…I like it. I'm sorry if…"

I stood up and hugged him. "No, matey. It isn't wrong to like sex. I guess many people see it wrong for you and me to have sex, which is why we must be careful, but I won't ever do anything to hurt you or to upset you. When you are with me you can be as sexy as you like. You can do anything you like whenever you like. But only when we are at my place. Okay? I love you being a sex maniac for me."

Jay hugged me back then we separated. "Okay, Steve. I'd better go. I'll see Chris and let you know whether he and his brother will do it on Saturday or not."

"Good. Don't forget to let them know they can earn fifty or one hundred dollars each, depending on what they do."

Jay laughed. "Hey! I'd forgotten about that. I'd do it for nothing, now I know what you want!"

I laughed with him. "I might keep you to that!" I told him as he moved towards the door. "I hope you can convince Chris and his brother. I'll look foward to hearing back. See you later."

Jay had ducked back out of the office and it wasn't until lunch break that I saw him again. He was walking over to the shelter with another boy around his same age. I guessed this was Chris. He was a slender youngster, dark, curly hair cut fairly short, nice looking face and he had an air of confidence about him as he walked. I hoped this was Chris. He was a cutie. The thought of getting to see him without clothes was very appealing. And if his brother was similar….!

The two boys entered the shelter and I decided I'd like to hear their discussion so I made my way in a casual arc until I was leaning against the tree at the rear of the shelter, unseen and unnoticed by the boys inside. I realised there was another boy waiting for them but I couldn't see him, only hear him talking. I guessed this was Chris's brother.

"Well what do you do?" Jay asked.

The two boys laughed. "You want to join us?" one asked, his voice slightly deeper than Jay's.

"I might," Jay retorted. "Depends what you do."

"You mustn't tell anyone if we tell you," the other boy said. He sounded younger so I guessed this was Chris. "Promise?"

"Yeah, Chris. I promise. I might tell you something, too, if you both promise not to tell anyone else."

"Yeah? Okay, we promise, don't we Dennis?"

"Yeah. What are you going to tell us?"

"You tell me first what you do. Then I'll tell you some secret things."

"We look at each other with no clothes on. You know, when we are stiff and that." Chris began. "Dennis can make stuff come out of his thing by rubbing it."

"Yeah," Dennis said. "My cousin showed me how. Chris can't do it yet, he doesn't have any hair around his dick. But I can. It feels real good. Sometimes Chris rubs me and makes me come. Don't you?"

"Yeah. I like doing it, too. When I rub myself I get really tingly and my thing feels like it is going to do something, but nothing comes out. So I rub Dennis's until he comes. He plays with me as well. We wrestle with nothing on and he likes to rub himself all over me. He even bites me on the dick!" Chris giggled.

I could tell by the excited tones of their voices that the three of them were getting aroused by their conversation. I guessed there were three little hard penises straining against shorts the other side of my hiding place. My own penis had stiffened listening and imagining the scenes described.

"Do you really?" Jay asked Dennis. "What does it taste like?"

"I didn't bite a piece off!" Dennis laughed. "I just put it in my mouth and suck on it a bit. You mustn't be too rough or it hurts too much."

"I know that," Jay retorted. "Do you suck Dennis's, Chris?"

"Sometimes. His is really big. He's got hair around it and his balls are big, too. Much bigger than mine. He squirts his stuff into my mouth sometimes. I like to taste it. I didn't the first time, though."

"I caught him by surprise. He was sucking on me and I just let go. He nearly choked, didn't you, Chris?"

"I just wasn't expecting it. When you tell me you're coming I don't choke."

"I know. Don't get upset. Why all the questions, Jay? You want to try it?"

"Maybe I do. Or maybe I've got something better in mind."

"Something better than sucking on my dick?" Dennis chortled. "Ain't nothing much better than that, hey, Chris?"

"Don't be a smart alec, Dennis. What did you have in mind, Jay?"

"If I tell you, you have to swear not to say anything to anyone. Okay? Swear?"

"Swear!" both boys answered at once. "Must be good," added Dennis. "I'm stiff already. You want to see it?"

He must have poked it out of his shorts as he said it because Chris gave a yelp. "Put it away, Dennis! What if someone sees it? What if a teacher sees you? You'd be in real strife." He sounded quite anxious. How I wished I could see what was going on! But my time would come, I hoped.

"I wouldn't mind," Dennis replied. "There's a couple of teachers who'd probably like to see it!" My heart jumped at that. What had Dennis noticed? Was it me? Had I done something to let him be aware of my interest in boys? "Old Macintyre for one," he continued. "He's always trying to look at us in the changerooms after P.E.. And Miss Jenson. I reckon she'd grab it!" I smiled to myself at the image that conjured up. Dennis was probably right! But old Mac? That was of interest.

"What about Mr Donald?" asked Jay. My heart did a back-flip this time! It was coming out. Jay was going to set it up for me. Now was make or break. I realised I was quite nervous.

"I wouldn't mind him seeing me," Dennis replied. "He's okay. He's nice looking. I've seen him looking at the boys a few times. I reckon he'd probably like to see it. Why? Would you let him see your's?" Wow! I felt myself flush. I wondered how many times kids spoke about us like this when we weren't around.

"You promise you won't say anything?" Jay asked.

"Yeah! We already promised," Chris said.

"Is this about Mr Donald?" Dennis said. He suddenly twigged. "You mean you…? You've let him see you? You've seen his?… Is that it?"

"You mustn't say anything to anyone," Jay said.

"Wow!" Chris exclaimed. "You've seen Mr Donald's thing? What's it like? Big?"

"He didn't say that, stupid! Did you see his or did he see your's?" Dennis asked, a note of eagerness in his voice. It was so strange to realise they were discussing me so intimately.

"Both," stated Jay.

"Really?! When?! How did you…? What did you do?" Both boys spoke at once, their voices suddenly lowering as they realised the import of Jay's statement.

"You mean you and Mr Donald showed each other your things? Did you undress together? Were you stiff? Was he stiff?" Chris's questions tumbled out.

"Did you touch him? Did he come? Did he touch…."

"Hey! Not so fast. I'll tell you about it 'cause it has to do with the offer I was going to make you earlier. Mr Donald will pay for us to strip off for him while he videos us. And he'll give us more if we do other things."

I held my breath. This was it. There was silence for a moment or two and I would have given anything to see what the boys' reactions were. But I remained hidden. Finally Dennis broke the silence.

"He'll pay us to undress for him? How much?"

"He wants us to dance. You know, do a striptease, while he videotapes us. Fifty bucks."

"Fifty bucks!? Each? Just to undress and dance. Cor! I'll be in that." Chris sounded excited.

"What else does he want us to do? And how much extra will he pay?" Dennis asked.

"He'll give us another fifty if we touch ourselves. Or if we let him touch us and we touch him and,you know, do sexy stuff with him."

"And you've already done this?"

"Yesterday afternoon."

"Wow! What did you do?"

"I just took my clothes off while he recorded it. He played music while I did it. Then he took his pants off and touched me and I touched him and he came and he made me come. It was great. He's a nice man. He was really kind. Didn't do anything rough or nothing."

"You touched his thing? While it was stiff? How big was it?" I was beginning to like Chris's eagerness.

"Its really big. I couldn't reach around it. It was about this long." I would have loved to have seen the demonstrated length as both boys 'wowed' again. "And it squirted lots of stuff out."

"Did you make him come? Or did he do it to himself?"

"I guess a bit of both. He rubbed my thing until I squirted, then I rubbed his and he came. Then he sucked mine and made me squirt into his mouth. Then he played with my feet and made himself come again. I think I came again while he was doing that. It was really exciting."

"Did he touch your bum? Did he try to stick his dick inside you?" Dennis was obviously aware of what men and boys sometimes did and I wondered how he knew these things. I wondered how old his cousin was that showed him how to masturbate and whether he and Dennis had done more than that.

"No. Nothing like that. He touched me there but I think he liked my thing better. And my feet."

"Did you suck his?" Chris asked.

"No. I would have liked to but he moved down to my feet. I did taste the stuff that came out, though. It had a funny taste but I liked it."

"I like the taste of Dennis's stuff, too. I wonder if everyone's tastes the same?"

"You'll be able to find out, won't you?"

"You mean you'll do it? Both of you?"

"I will. You'll be in it, won't you, Dennis?"

"You bet. I'd like to see Mr Donald's old fellow. When?"

"On Saturday. At his place. I'll let you know the time. But don't say anything or it won't be on."

"For a hundred bucks a piece we won't say a word. Right, Chris?"

I'd heard what I had hoped for. I was tempted to have a sneak preview then and there, but it was too risky. Patience, my friend. Patience. I sneaked away from my hiding spot and headed back to my office, both hands in my pockets trying to conceal my erection. Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

By the time the boys arrived I had everything setup ready to go. The three of them came together, Jay looking excited and eager, the other two slightly nervous but both with an air of excitement and anticipation about them. Jay was wearing his usual shorts and t-shirt, as was Chris. Dennis had on an old pair of jeans and a tank-top. He had a muscly little physique and the tank-top set it off beautifully. They all had on sneakers but only Chris wore socks with his. I had decided to do as I had done on Wednesday and wear minimum covering to let the boys know straight away what was expected. My penis had been going up and down all morning in anticipation of the afternoon's events and it had taken all my will-power not to put on Jay's video and masturbate. I had wandered around the house and yard naked, as I usually did, doing my weekend chores, waiting for the hours to pass. My penis had not been less than semi-erect and was that when the boys rang the doorbell. I had slipped on my bathers and, not bothering to hide my arousal, opened the door to my three little performers.

There were a few moments of awkwardness as the boys entered my house and introductions were made. We all sat down in the pit and I brought drinks out for us. All of them had difficulty keeping their eyes from my groin and I smiled inwardly. I walked around in front of them, feeling their eyes judging the shape and size of me under my nylon speedos, glancing away in embarrassment when they saw me looking at them. Except Jay. He just smiled and looked back at me.

The three of them sat on the lounge and I squatted on the floor in front of them on a cushion. It was another warm, sultry day and I had the airconditioner working on low keeping the room comfortable. It's low hum in the background filled in any silences, putting the boys more at ease. I sat and looked at them in front of me, sitting like three young lads waiting for the headmaster… which they were. But not for the usual reasons! Their nervousness was sexual, not the fear of a reprimand or a caning. They sat on the edge of the lounge, giggling every now and then, looking at the lights and camera set up behind me, looking at each other, looking at me.

I sat with my knees raised, my legs slightly spread. From my position on the floor, my eyes were just above the level of the boy's knees and my gaze wandered along them as I drank. Jay and Chris sat directly in front of me, their legs apart. Dennis sat beside his brother, his knees together, his eyes never straying far from my groin. The crotch of his jeans bulged and I guessed he had an erection and got satisfaction from knowing that.

"So Jay's told you what I expect this afternoon?" I finally said. "And you're all willing?"

Three young heads nodded. "You want us to dance and undress," Chris said. "And you'll give us fifty dollars. He said if we did other things, you'd give us fifty more."

"That's exactly right. I will expect you to show me everything. You have to undress completely to get the fifty. And to earn the extra fifty I will expect you to get stiff penises and touch each other and let me touch you while you have nothing on. I'll be undressed as well and I'll certainly be stiff. So if any of that you don't want, then now's the time to say so." Talking like this excited me and my penis began to swell, tenting the front of my thin bathers. I made no move to hide it. They all saw it.

"Uh… I… I won't chicken out, Mr… uh… Steve…" Chris stuttered, his eyes wide as he stared at me. His legs opened wider and I glanced at him. I could see up his right leg and realised I could see his testes through the leg of his shorts. The little guy wasn't wearing underpants! He was certainly not going to be a problem. He seemed even more eager than Jay.

Dennis was a bit more cautious though, and I remembered he was much more informed than his slightly more innocent younger brother. "What are you going to do to us?" he asked. "Are you going to try to stick that thing inside us?" He pointed towards my bulging bathers. "You're not to hurt us. Any of us." He certainly had a fixation on that. I wondered again whether his cousin had done more than just show him how to masturbate. Or whether he had had other experiences.

I turned towards him. "I certainly won't do anything to hurt any of you, Dennis. And I won't stick my penis into you or Chris or Jay. You only do what you really want to do. If it's just rubbing yourself or if it's touching or sucking on someone else, that's all I want. That gets you your extra fifty."

"He won't hurt us. I told you that," Jay said indignantly. "I told you what Steve and I did and you agreed to be in it."

"I just want to make sure we all know what's what," Dennis said defensibly. "I still agree to do it. I'm actually looking forward to doing all those things."

"You look like you're all ready to, too," I said, looking at the bulge in his lap. He blushed and giggled, losing a lot of his teenage bravado and becoming more like the vulnerable and innocent boy I had hoped for.

Chris also giggled and went red. "I'll get shy doing those things with you. You're really big…"

I patted his leg. "I like little boys, Chris. Just ask Jay, here. You're all going to do just fine and I'm sure you'll have a fun time. And an exciting one. And you'll be one hundred dollars richer!"

"Yeah!" they all chorused. "Let's do it." Jay added and they looked at me.

"I'm ready when you are," I said, standing up. My penis had begun to go down but there was still a sizeable tent in the front of my bathers. I adjusted myself as I turned towards the video.

"Are'nt you going to take your bathers off now, Steve?" Jay asked.

"Not yet, buddy. I want to concentrate on you guys. I reckon I'd distract us all if I did now. There'll be plenty of time later."

The three lads had stood up and I went over to the stereo after turning on the video. "You know where to do the dancing, Jay. Go onto the upper floor Chris and Dennis. Follow Jay."

"Okay," I continued when they were standing side by side on the polished wood floor. "Just let yourselves go. Do what you want. If you want to touch someone, do it. If you get touched, don't flinch away. Let that person touch you anywhere. Don't worry if your penis gets hard. I want that to happen. Don't be shy or embarrassed by anything that goes on. Okay?"

They all nodded, but they all still managed to look a little nervous and apprehensive now that the time had come. Even Jay. It was perfect for me. I turned on the stereo and started the tape. It was the same one I had used with Jay on wednesday. It was my favourite piece of music and hearing it while boys undressed was like heaven to me. The music began, filling the room with rhythm and sound. I went back to the camera and looked through the viewfinder.

It took a couple of minutes before the three of them began to lose their self-consciousness and let themselves forget the person next to them. Jay knew what I wanted and took the lead. The others swayed awkwardly for a while, watching him, before getting into their own rhythm. Before long they were swaying and twisting, doing their own dance and beginning to enjoy the exhibition they were giving. I made comments of encouragement until they were settled in then concentrated on filming.

I focused firstly on Chris. He was around Jay's age, maybe a little younger. He had a cherubic face, rounded and freckled, topped by short cropped dark hair, limpid dark-brown eyes that were like a young calf's with long dark lashes, a little button nose and full lips. His skin was smooth and pale, his cheeks flushed. I didn't know whether their colouring was natural, or whether he was blushing under my scrutiny. He was looking at the camera so knew I was filming him. He wriggled more energetically, shaking his hips and stamping softly with his feet.

I panned slowly down his body. His tee-shirt had come out of his waistband and it's floppy shape concealed his body beneath. He was slightly built, though, and I looked forward to the delight of soon seeing his upper body bare. I continued my downward journey, pausing as his groin filled the view-finder. His shorts were slightly thread-bare, a result of frequent washings and constant wearings I guessed, knowing the poor financial situation of his single mother. Because of their thinness, and Chris's shaking and stamping, I could make out his penis jiggling around beneath them, unconfined by underpants. It was as though he was poking around in his pants with his finger. His penis looked to be quite long and large for a boy his age. It jiggled from one side of the central seam in his shorts to the other and almost reached down to the edge of his leg openings when he stamped his feet. His testes made twin bumps in the crutch of his shorts, moving in time with his penis. It was extremely erotic and I felt myself firming once again in response.

I followed Chris's legs down, over his slim thighs, smooth and golden toned, over his rather knobby knees, down his shins to finally focus on his feet, encased in a pair of the local football team's coloured sports socks, bunched around the ankles, and a worn pair of sneakers. As I zoomed in on his feet, Chris stopped stamping and kept his feet on the floor, rocking from one to the other in time to the music. I glanced up at him and saw him watching me. He had realised I was filming his feet and was keeping them still for me. Jay must have spoken to him about my predilection for them and he was complying for me. I was getting to really like this boy!

I went back to the view-finder, now filled with Chris's feet. Then his hands appeared and he began undoing his laces, tugging open each shoe as he undid them. He squatted down on his haunches as he worked on the laces and I panned out slightly to fit more of him on screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Squatting like he was had pulled his shorts tight and his penis had fallen out of the stretched leg opening. It dangled like a thick worm from beneath the material, almost touching the floor a few inches below him. He was much bigger than I had thought possible for a boy his age. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin completely covered his glans like Jay's, but it was longer and came to a puckered point about a quarter of an inch [5 mm] beyond the end of his shaft. His penis was at least four inches [10 cm] long and thicker than my middle finger. It was slack, squeezed flat where it protruded from under the leg opening, and swinging loosely beneath him. I didn't know whether he was aware of himself being exposed like that. He gave no indication that he was. He was concentrating hard on getting his shoelaces untied and his shoes removed.

My penis was now erect, my bathers jutting formidably. My concentration went back to Chris's feet. He had managed to get his laces untied and slowly eased the sneaker off his right foot. He slid it along the length of his foot, drawing it gradually from off his toes. He placed it in front of him then took hold of his sock-covered foot in both hands, squeezing and rubbing the ball and toes as though to ease them after the confine of the sneakers. He massaged his way back to the heel and around the ankle.

His penis dangled behind his wrist and he must have suddenly realised he was exposed as he let go of his foot and tried to put himself back under his shorts. I brought the field of vision back out, not taking my eyes from the viewfinder until Chris was fully visible. He was looking at me as he attempted to cover himself, a look of uncertainty coming onto his face when he saw me still concentrating on him. He couldn't help but have also noticed the swollen state of my organ and he took his hand away from himself, allowing his boyhood to remain exposed. And I suddenly realised it was hardening, beginning to fill up, forcing against the constriction of the legband of his shorts!

I looked over the top of the camera and winked at the youngster to let him know he was doing fine and was rewarded with a blush and a shy smile. I glanced at Jay and Dennis. They were both dancing and watching me. Neither of them had begun to undress. They could see me concentrating on Chris. I didn't know whether they could see everything I could of Chris or whether they realised he was becoming aroused, but they certainly knew of my state and both grinned and looked down at me when I caught their eye. I smiled back at them and bent back down to the viewfinder, adjusting myself into a more comfortable position in my speedos. My penis was rock hard and made a solid ridge inside my bathers from the groin to the side where it forced the material away from my skin allowing it to be visible either side of the narrow strip of nylon. It felt highly erotic for me to let myself be exposed like this in front of the three youngsters and my excitement was increased each time I knew they were looking at it.

I panned out a fraction more until Chris was fully in sight, squatting there, penis hardening, fully dressed and in his socks. He was looking at me and I waved for him to continue undressing. I could just see Dennis and Jay either side of Chris and they still had not begun to undress but kept swaying in rhythm to the music. Chris switched his attention from me back to himself.

He remained squatting and began raising his tee-shirt. I filmed him slowly tugging it up over his body, exposing first his stomach, then his chest and pale nipples and finally dragging it over his head to leave his upper body bare. He was fair skinned and slender, his rib bones clearly visible and very little muscle or fat. He was a little skinny, but not unattractively so. His nipples were like his penis, larger than I would have thought for such a young boy. They were almost womanish, a large, darker-hued aureole with a well-defined protruding nipple jutting up from their centre. My eyes travelled down his body to his navel, almost invisible because of the way he was squatting, his stomach muscles folding over it. But then he stretched his arms above his head, firming his entire upper body and belly. His navel was deep-set, a half-moon of skin folding over the top of it, accenting the deepness of the indent. His shorts were low across his hips and his skin was the same even paleness as his chest and this drew attention to his shadowed belly button.

Looking at his lower body, my eyes were drawn once more to his penis, still exposed beneath his shorts. It was now fully erect, its firmness making a tunnel underneath the tight leg opening. It was pointed directly at me, its blind eye exposed to my sight. It had not grown much longer or thicker as it had stiffened, only enough to draw his foreskin back behind the tip of his glans. Most of his glans was still covered by his hood. I could see that the foreskin appeared to be quite tight, and seemed to pull open the slit in his penis. My fingers twitched at the thought of gently peeling that satiny skin back to fully expose the little boy's glans. How sweet it would taste in my mouth!

Fortunately movement brought my attention back to the videotaping and prevented me from losing myself to my desires and maybe spoiling what I knew was to come later. I was so excited, though, and realised I was very close to climaxing, my penis sticky with its pre-sex lubricant. I glanced down and the thin strip of material holding my penis against me was dark with absorbed semenal fluid. I wondered if the boys noticed it. I hoped they did.

When I looked back through the camera, Chris had begun easing his shorts downwards. He had rocked forward to rest on his knees, squatting back on his heels. He had drawn the shorts under his buttocks and I held my breath as he slowly drew them down his thighs. His lower belly and pubes were an even paler shade of his over-all creamy whiteness. How soft he looked. He was hairless, his skin powdery white, his stiff rod pressed downward under his shorts and only the tendons at its base visible to me as yet. Slowly the shaft was exposed as the shorts were dragged lower. He was extremely well-endowed for such a young boy and my eyes were riveted to its tantalising exposure.

Suddenly it sprang upright, slapping him across his belly, and then standing proudly erect in my sight. It was like a miniature minaret, the encasing foreskin giving the entire length a smoothness I had not seen before. I had only ever seen penises erect with the flare of the glans fully exposed, like a plum or a mushroom on the end of a stalk. Chris's glans was still encased tightly in skin and the ridge of it was a smooth bulge near the top of the long tube of his penis. The tiny part of the tip that was exposed was a bright pink, its slit a dark red slash. It looked wet and shiny.

Chris continued to remove his shorts while my eyes feasted on his genitals. His testes came into sight. They were still quite small compared to the size of his penis. They looked like two pigeon eggs, resting in their snug fitting scrotum. His ball-sac was soft, but still held quite close to his body, not hanging below the curving ridge running from his groin to his anus. A dark brown line traversed this ridge, very noticeable because of the whiteness of his flesh, and it could also be seen running up the middle of his scrotum, although it was not as intensely coloured, before becoming a part of the flesh of his penis. His testicles jiggled as Chris wriggled his shorts around his knees, still trying to keep some sort of dancing motion going, although this was extremely difficult in the position he was in.

Finally he had to give up and sat down on the floor to pull his shorts completely off. Dennis and Jay had danced their way to close beside and slightly behind him, almost touching his bare buttocks with their sneaker-covered feet.

Chris removed his shorts and threw them off to the side then leaned back on straight arms, his body naked but for his white socks. His penis stood upright and he looked down at it. His feet were towards the camera and he spread his legs to allow me to film up between them. The little guy was truly enjoying teasing me and the other boys and delighting in showing himself off.

Then Jay got into the act. He gently brought his foot over Chris from behind and pushed the youngster's penis towards the camera. Then Dennis, who must have seen what Jay was doing, did the same from his side. I zoomed in, my heart beginning to pound. My viewfinder was filled with the sight of this beautiful penis being nudged and teased by two sneaker-encased feet. Chris giggled and allowed the boys to play with him, leaning farther back to allow them unimpeded access to his organ.

I moved the camera lower on the tripod until I was almost level with the floor, keeping it focused up between Chris's spread legs. Jay and Dennis caressed all around the youngster's groin with their feet, running up and down the length of his shaft and nudging his testicles. I noted they were being extremely gentle, making sure they did not hurt or graze Chris's tender young flesh. Chris's eyes watched his brother's and his friend's feet fondling him and I could see they were somewhat glazed, his mouth slightly open and the tip of his tongue just protruding. He was a picture of young lust, enjoying everything that was being done to him.

He lowered himself back onto his elbows and slowly raised his knees, keeping his legs spread and bringing his sock-covered feet back near his buttocks. What an erotic sight he made! He could now reach his feet with his hands and he slowly took hold of each sock and began easing them down, pulling them below his ankles and under his heels. Then he rolled each sock simultaneously down his feet and off, flicking them away from himself and baring his feet to my gaze.

I could hardly contain myself. My penis felt rock-hard and tingly and I truly felt I was capable of coming without the slightest touch, just from the purely visual spectacle presented before me. I gazed at Chris's feet. His heels were touching his buttocks and his testes rested between them. His penis was framed by the blue denim of Jay's sneakers on the left and and the black and white Reeboks of Dennis on the right. And each of them slid every few moments along the groove of Chris's groin to touch against his testes before returning to his penis, all in time with the music.

Chris's toes were like his penis, longer than I had expected and as slender as fingers. His big toes were even almost shaped like his penis, the bulge of his knuckles similar to the bulge of his coronal rim under the tight foreskin. His nails were pink and clean, well manicured and trimmed. I wondered whether he had cut and cleaned them because he knew of my interest. Somehow, I thought he had. Chris's other toes had a slight inward lean to them, each one very slightly overlapping its neighbour. His little toes in particular tended to want to hide beneath the toe next to it.

Chris took hold of each foot and ran his fingers around and between each toe, spreading them and rubbing the thin flesh between them. He wriggled them up and down and massaged the fleshy underparts before moving over their nails and up his feet, passing around his ankles and onto his groin. While he lowered his feet back towards me, he ran his hands up his groin, around his penis and onto Jay's and Dennis's shoes. I zoomed out slightly, bringing more of Jay and Dennis into the picture as Chris tugged their shoelaces undone.

I also began carefully moving over to the steps with the camera still attached to the tripod. I wanted to move onto the upper level with the boys as their actions became more sexual. I kept focused on them as I made my way up the steps and set up again just to the side and slightly in front of where they were performing. The three of them watched me, not ceasing their swaying.

Jay and Dennis began to strip as soon as I had resettled the camera, while Chris reclined naked between them, his hands resting on their feet which they had removed from his lap. He was looking up at them as they danced, his penis rock-hard and sticking up above his flat belly, almost reaching to his navel. It twitched with each beat of his heart it was so hard.

The three of them were now in the view-finder and I glued my eyes to it. My penis had softened slightly during my concentration on getting up to the upper level and was again completely covered within my bathers. The damp spot from my leakage had increased in size, however, and now almost covered one side of the material. Turning my attention back solely on the three youngsters immediately invoked a response and my penis hardened once again, straining against the confines of my speedos, bulging out from behind the narrow strip of cloth. It would not be too long before I would remove my covering and let the boys see and touch me, but, at the moment, I got a sense of satisfaction from being partially exposed like I was.

Jay and Dennis were removing their tops, all the while their eyes were fixed on my lower body. I watched Dennis slowly exposing his young body for me, raising his tee-shirt over his muscly, tanned upper belly and chest. He did it in one fluid motion and I gazed at the flesh revealed. His chest was nicely developed, defined ridges of muscles running down onto his belly. His nipples were large and dark set on the fleshy plates of his breast, their centres erect and lighter in colour. His shoulders were broad for his age, the sinews and muscles rippling as he raised his arms to remove his shirt. His underarms were as bare as his chest. He flicked the shirt away and brought his arms down, laying his palms flat against his chest , covering his nipples. He rubbed over them in slow circles, gradually lowering his hands until they were at the waistband of his jeans. He swivelled his hips erotically, thrusting forward in time with the music.

Jay, by this time, had removed his top as well and his slender young body, familiar and yet still highly erotic and attractive to me, was once again in my sight. The small pale nipples, so different to Dennis and Chris, the almost fleshless chest itself, tanned a wonderful golden colour but immature and thin and his boyish shoulders and arms, so unlike Dennis's. Their contrasts heightened my desire for them all. Jay was slowly lowering his shorts, pushing them down below his hips, the white strip of skin covered by his bathers around his lower belly coming in to view. He was wearing pale blue underpants, bikini style. His shorts moved lower until Jay held them at the top of his thighs. He was still swaying in time with the music and he let them go and they dropped around his feet, leaving him standing there in only his bikini.

He had none of the shyness of last Wednesday. I could see quite clearly he was erect inside his underpants, his little penis sticking out solidly, poking the front of his briefs outwards. He made no move to hide it but continued swivelling his hips and turning from side to side. He lifted his feet as he danced to enable Chris to remove the shorts from around them, which the youngster did, tossing them away to the side of the room. Chris's eyes never left the two boys dancing above him, his hands still resting on their feet, and he stayed as he was, leaning back on his elbows, sprawled naked on the floor.

My attention went back to Dennis, who had undone the button on his jeans and pulled down his fly. He had his arms above his head and was dancing with his jeans gaping at the front making a V from just above his pubes. Almost the whole of his flat belly was exposed and it was as hairless as his upper body, but I could see a wispy shadow of pubic hair at the very base of the V. As he wriggled his hips, his jeans slipped slowly lower and I realised he, like his brother, wasn't wearing underpants. The base of his penis became visible, a thick white tube of flesh gradually being exposed as his pants descended. I zoomed in on the sight, my excitement building.

He and Chris most certainly had had the same father… and he must have been very well endowed. Dennis was almost as big as me, even though he couldn't have been older than thirteen! His pubic hair was a sparse blonde fluff just at the base of his penis indicating the first stage of maturation, but the organ being slowly exposed was as thick and long as that of a mature man! He was semi-erect and the firmness of his penis kept his jeans from coming down, its shape visible beneath the denim.

Chris ran his hands up Dennis's sneaker and tugged at the cuff of his jeans, causing them to ride over the boy's penis and drop around his ankles. There it was! In all its youthful glory. I gasped as I saw it and kept the camera focussed in as it slowly raised upright. Dennis was circumcised, his glans like a red helmet on the top of his thick, white shaft, swelling as his organ stiffened. My own penis popped out of the top of my bathers, standing stiff and solid in response to the sight before me. Dennis continued to sway, his penis rising higher and swinging in front of him with his movements until it stuck firmly upright. The tip looked shiny and wet and I wondered whether it was just the lighting or whether he was leaking pre-cum. Knowing he was able to ejaculate and did so frequently, I guessed he was leaking. His glans filled my viewfinder and I feasted my eyes on its perfect shape. I imagined my tongue stroking around the smooth rim, sliding over the velvet cap and delving into the red slit in its centre. I could taste the sweetness of his juices already and my penis ached. I slowly panned the camera down his hard shaft, along the swollen urethral ridge to the curving base. His testicles now commanded my attention and I got another surprise.

Dennis's testes were also man-size and dangled heavily in their soft pouch. They were smooth and shiny in the bright light, completely hairless and pale pink in colour. To see adult genitals on the youngster was extremely exciting and I longed to touch this boy. I felt like I was in heaven with the three boys before me. Their contrasting sizes, shapes and stages of development covered all of my fantasies. And they were all smooth-bodied!

I zoomed out from my closeup of Dennis's testes to see what was happening with Chris and Jay. Jay had slid his underpants down and Chris was removing them from around his feet. Chris had also removed Dennis's jeans while I was concentrating on the lad's treasures and both dancing boys were now naked but for their sneakers. Jay's delightful boyish organs bounced as he moved, his little penis stiff, its head fully exposed from his foreskin and pointing towards me, his testes hanging between his smooth thighs. All three boys seemed to have forgotten about me and the camera. They all seemed to be caught up by the music and their interactions. Chris was gazing up at the two boys above him, his eyes flicking from Jay's genitals to Dennis's. He had a hand on each of their feet beside him, rubbing from them across his bare hips to stroke up his own stiff penis. Jay's gaze was fixed on Dennis's erection as it swayed before him, almost brushing against him as they rocked from side to side. Dennis was looking down at himself and his brother, a slight smile on his lips. His hip movements were becoming more and more erotic, more thrusts rather than sways and I realised he was imagining Chris or Jay's, or maybe even my, mouth upon his penis.

I saw Chris move and returned my attention to him. He had turned slightly towards his brother, putting both hands upon his right sneaker and was undoing the laces. At the same time, he had inclined his head towards his brother's thrusting erection and Dennis was lowering himself as he thrust his hips so that his penis brushed against the top of Chris's head. I concentrated on his hands on Dennis's feet.

He unlaced the sneaker and began to slowly remove it from his brother's foot, easing it down behind the heel then withdrawing it from off the foot. Dennis's pale young foot was slowly exposed to me and it was beautiful. His foot was long and slender, the tendons prominent on the upper slope, faint blue veins visible under the thin skin. There was a slight bulge outwards just before his big toe and his toes were slim and beautifully formed, the nails clean and trimmed. Dennis flexed his toes as I was watching and Chris took them in his hand and began stroking between them, massaging them after the sweaty confine of the shoe. He then brought the bare foot over to his lap, spreading Dennis's big and fourth toes and placing them around his stiff penis, the foot resting in the groove of his groin.

How erotic it looked, Chris's wonderfully smooth erection with its slightly protruding glans sticking upright between Dennis equally smooth toes. The older boy caressed his brother's organ with his toes as the youngster began to undo the other sneaker. He removed his foot to take his weight as Chris drew the shoe slowly off his left foot and then placed his right foot back into his brother's lap, taking his penis between his toes again. I was struck again by the beauty of the boy's feet. In spite of the fact I knew he was a very active lad in sports and school teams, his feet were smooth and unblemished, the skin quite pale and creamy looking. The sight of it against his brother's tanned thigh and with the darker skinned penis coming up between the pale toes, was really exciting me.

My gaze turned from one erotic sight to the other, from Dennis's erection stroking across Chris's hair, from Jay's wonderfully immature stiffness jiggling above his soft scrotum, from Chris's hand caressing Dennis's naked foot, from Dennis's foot masturbating his brother's penis and I slowly pushed my bathers down, allowing my own painfully stiff erection to be free.

I heard Dennis gasp and glanced up at his face, taking my eye from the viewfinder. He was staring at my penis, his tongue wetting his lips, his face a picture of young lust. I looked down at him, at his penis swiping through Chris's hair and I could see the damp trail being left from his leaking slit. He was very close to climaxing from the look of him.

I left the video running by itself, checking to ensure the three boys were all clearly visible in the viewfinder, and moved around to join them. I knew it would be only a short time before those of us that could ejaculate would be doing so, the atmosphere in the room was so erotically charged.

Both Jay and Dennis watched me as I came towards them. Or rather, they both watched my penis as I came towards them. I stopped beside Jay, my organ just touching his hip. He turned slightly and, with no hesitation, brought his hand to my glans and pressed me downwards until my penis touched the tip of his. His touch was electric, sending tingles through to my testes. He rubbed my large crown over his much smaller one, smearing my pre-cum around him and I very nearly came. But it wasn't time yet and I put my hand on his to stop him, smiling at him to let him know it was okay. I could see Dennis watching us closely and I could see his fingers twitching as though he wanted to do what Jay was doing.

I knelt down, my face level with Jay's penis. I couldn't resist leaning forward and taking the tip of it into my mouth. He clutched my head convulsively as I took just the velvet knob between my lips, tasting myself as well as his freshness as I swirled around him with my tongue. How delightful it was to have his hardness in my mouth again and to savour our mingled flavours, but there was more for me and I lingered only momentarily. Giving his penis a final suck I released him and pressed my lips to his groin, nudging his testes as I pressed against his smooth flesh, running my lips along the clearly defined tan line from his bathers. Then I slid down his firm thigh to his knee, bending over so my own penis touched against my chest and I felt its heat on my sweat-cooled skin.

I was aware that both Chris and Dennis had ceased activity and were watching Jay and me. Chris had his hand resting on the foot Dennis still had in his lap, his fingers softly stroking the tip of his penis sticking up between Dennis's toes. Dennis had his penis now lying against his brother's cheek, the large organ swollen and red, a clear bead of fluid at its tip. It was pointed directly at me and I was looking forward to sucking it very soon. But I had something more important to do before then.

I slid my lips down Jay's hairless shins to his ankles, the smell of his sneakers filling my nostrils as I pressed my mouth over the ankle bone. My hands cupped around his shoe, my fingers undoing the laces. I was hunched over, my buttocks in the air, my penis squashed between my thighs and my body, my testicles dangling. I was aware of my exposure to the three boys and that heightened my excitement.

I undid the laces on Jay's blue sneakers and began easing the right one off his foot. I was immediately intoxicated with the smell of him, and the sight of his foot being exposed to my eyes. My other hand followed the shoe's path along his foot, caressing and squeezing the slightly damp flesh as it was uncovered. The feel of Jay's firm flesh, the tendons and bones beneath my fingers, and the aroma of his foot was overwhelming. My mouth followed my hands, my tongue licking across his foot, reaching under to taste the flesh of his sole, sliding down to the raised tendons before his toes, then finally to the toes themselves. As I removed his shoe completely I took the end of his foot in both hands, raising it so I could slide my mouth over and taking all of his toes into me. I lavered them with my tongue, between each toe, under the firm ball of each one, across his manicured nails, around the fleshy parts of his foot. Having Jay's foot in my mouth was even more exciting than having his beautiful little boy-sex.

I was only dimly aware that the dance music had ceased and a soft, melodic instrumental tune now played. I was also only dimly aware of movement around me, so taken was I by my young lover's feet. His other foot was under my chest and I eased back slightly to attend to it, releasing his left foot from my mouth and placing it gently back on the floor. I felt warm hands on my buttocks, then gave an involuntary gasp as my testes were softly held and I realised only Chris and Jay were in front of me. I looked back between my thighs and saw Dennis kneeling on the floor behind me, his hands holding my testicles, feeling their size and weight and looking at me exposed so intimately before him. One of his hands moved to the base of my penis and his fingers wrapped around it. He didn't move them but held me firmly. I was almost coming and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

I slowly removed Jay's other shoe, aware now of Chris's feet alongside Jay's. I began fondling Chris's nearest foot, feeling how much cooler his skin was to Jay's and he moved it closer to make it easier for me to touch him. My mouth pressed onto Jay's foot as I uncovered it, my tongue licking his skin, tasting his sweat and smelling his wonderful aroma. Again, I moved down to his toes, giving each one in turn the attention of my lips and tongue. I sucked each long toe, my lips slipping up between them to take them fully into my mouth. I was struck again at how similar they felt in my mouth to his hard penis, they had the same tight feel about them as his shaft. Jay's nails were soft and smooth, similar in texture to my tongue as his velvety smooth glans. I licked him, lapping at his toes and foot, covering them with my saliva and licking from one foot to the other.

Chris withdrew his foot from under my hand and moved it between Jay's and bringing his other foot alongside Jay's left one. The two boys must have been standing holding each other, their feet were so close but I didn't look up. Dennis had begun to run his fingers along my erection, reaching under my body to reach my glans whilst still holding my testes and gently tugging on them. I could feel my climax coming and I pressed my mouth onto Chris's foot, sliding my tongue over his toes and across Jay's and back. I raised my buttocks and spread my thighs to allow Dennis total access to me and I think he realised I was going to come as he began to rub my penis more rhythmically.

I couldn't help the moan that came as I erupted. Nor the grunts that accompanied each spasm of my body. My lips were pressed to the boys' feet beneath me and I felt my spray strike me and them. My tongue swived over their feet and toes as my fluids spurted in uncontrollable bursts and I knew the boys realised I was coming. They both leaned over to watch my penis discharge and Dennis rubbed around the glans, squeezing tightly to milk each eruption to its fullest. I had no control. It was the same as when I was with Jay on Wednesday. Instead of my normal couple of spurts then dribble, my ejaculation was powerful and intense. For almost half a minute my semen sprayed out in several forceful spurts, streaking across the floor, my upper body and the boys' feet beneath me. I clenched their feet, pressing my mouth over their big toes, sucking them as my body spasmed, nipping the hard flesh with my teeth.

Finally my climax ended and my body began to relax. My penis was still hard and sensitive to Dennis's gentle stroking and I knew it would not be long before I would come again. I didn't feel the over-sensitivity or loss of desire that comes with satiation but rather just the release of an almost unbearable tension that left me in a highly erotic and sensual state.

I slowly lifted my face from the boys' feet, looking up under myself to the boy behind me. Dennis had his head resting on my calf, his eyes fixed on my penis, watching his fingers stroking and fondling the hard flesh and smearing the remnants of my fluids over the swollen crown. His other hand cupped my testes, gently holding them almost unconsciously. It felt wonderful. He was lying on the floor, his body stretched out behind Chris and Jay.

I turned my head to look up at the two boys standing above me. They were hugging each other, their nude bodies touching from the hips upwards. Their penises jutted stiffly outwards, Jay's sweet young erection dwarfed by Chris's. In spite of its lack of size, though, Jay's penis was so beautifully formed it was even more desirable to me.

I raised myself up, my face becoming level with the two hard shafts and I looked at them both in close-up. Jay's glans was so smooth and shiny, swollen by the tightness of his foreskin and a deep red in colour. A glistening little droplet of clear fluid sat at its tip. His penis pulsated in time with his heartbeat. Chris's erection was almost as beautiful, the glans like a shy creature hiding beneath the covering foreskin, just its eye peeking out. The skin of his glans was as shiny and as red as Jay's, but the skin covering his larger penis was darker. Their testes hung in their soft sacks and I raised my hands to cup each of them. Both boys jumped as I touched them and they both looked down at me. I leaned a little forward and touched my tongue to the end of Jay's penis, taking the bead of his essence from it into my mouth. At my touch, Jay jerked and clutched at my head. The length of his boyhood thrust into my mouth, my nose banging his belly. I pressed my mouth and tongue along his hot little shaft, once more enthralled by the taste and feel of my young lover.

Chris watched for a moment and then I felt his penis nudging at my lips, also wanting entry into my mouth. I relaxed my suction on Jay and felt the larger organ slowly ease its way in alongside the smaller one. Chris's taste immediately became obvious to me, a much stronger flavour than Jay's sweetness. It certainly was not unpleasant and I ran my tongue over the smooth, foreskin covered glans, his creamy discharge making the end of his penis slippery, wonderfully slimy. His glans was large and I enjoyed squeezing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, at the same time feeling Jay's solid little rod pressed against it. As I sucked, I could tell each of their tastes and each of their textures.

I gently fondled their testes as I pleasured them both with my mouth and was rewarded with a fresh burst of their flavours. I knew Jay was close to a climax and I was looking forward to feeling his beautiful penis jerking and tasting his sweet fluids; and, as I fondled Chris's testes and felt the size of them compared to Jay's, I couldn't believe that the youngster had never experienced a climax. He seemed to be extremely excited, his hips pushing himself jerkily into my mouth and when I glanced upwards I saw both boys kissing each other and holding each other tightly, their eyes closed. I began sucking in earnest, drawing my lips backwards and forwards along their solid shafts and suctioning around the softer glans, pressing them up against the roof of my mouth as I moved. They both gave muffled groans and I could see their smooth bellies tensing up, the muscles tightening beneath the taut pale skin, their young veins showing faintly through that paleness.

I became aware of movement beneath me and looked down. I saw that Dennis had moved between me and the two boys, still lying on the floor behind them, but wrapped around Jay's legs, his face over their feet. From his movements I realised he was licking my semen from their feet and I moved slightly to ensure the camera recorded everything that was going on clearly. I was side-on to the camera and knew it would be filming me and the two lads I was fellating, but I eased my knees back to ensure they did not block the sight of Dennis at their feet. My penis was still solidly sticking straight out in front of me, a creamy dollop of my sperm drying on its tip. It was only millemetres from Dennis's head; if he turned towards me it would almost poke him in the eye! Another groan from Chris drew my attention back to the boys before me.

Their movements had become more intense, both of them thrusting their penises hard into my mouth. They had each grabbed my head and I could feel their fingers clenching. Then suddenly Chris yelped and he pushed himself hard against me, his long penis sliding to the back of my throat. He stiffened and held still and I realised he was going to have his first ejaculation. I could feel his penis swelling and beginning to pulsate, the twitching very noticeable against the sensitive skin of my mouth. Jay was still sliding his erection in and out, its length rubbing along his friend's shaft, no doubt adding to Chris's sensations.

Then Chris gave another cry, his fingers clenched at my hair and I felt the first spurt of his semen burst into my mouth. In rapid succession, his penis squirted his fluids into me, some of the discharge running straight down my throat, causing me to swallow. But I managed to retain most of his semen in my mouth, coating both boys with the sticky cream. His taste was much stronger than Jay's, like salty eggwhite; and his texture was quite different, more like an adult's, with strands of thicker sperm within the more watery fluids. I could feel his climax through my hand as well, could feel the pulsating of each squirt through the jerking of the two testes I held and deeper inside him where my fingers pressed. The boy was moaning as he came and I could feel him sagging as his legs trembled from the sensations he was experiencing.

And then my other young lover began to come. My mouth filled with the sweetness of Jay's liquids as his little penis reached its limit and began erupting. Chris's climax was ebbing and I felt every squirt from Jay, his lighter,warm semen tasting much sweeter than his friend's and much smoother. I sucked gently and rhythmically on the boys, drawing every drop of their essence into my mouth. I realised that Jay was discharging much more than he had last Wednesday. It seemed as though, once begun, his fluid production had increased rapidly. I guess as a result of his masturbating over the past couple of days as well. I looked forward to being able to share that pastime with him in the future. His young penis jerked and throbbed as it emptied itself into me. I gently squeezed his scrotum, tugging down softly on his testicles and pressing my fingers against the smooth ridge behind them. Jay clutched my hair in response, his penis twitching and spurting more of his juice into my mouth. I seemed to be filled with the boys' fluids, as it mixed with my saliva. I wanted to hold it, to savour it as long as I could, before swallowing.

Chris had ceased his climax and his penis had softened slightly from its rigid state but was still large and firm and still in my mouth. Jay's climax was ebbing, his penis also beginning to lose its stone-like hardness. As they relaxed, I was able to run my tongue over and around them, enjoying the slippery feel of their organs coated with their emmissions. They were both pressed in against me, their bellies touching my nose, one hand in my hair, the other around each other. I released their testes and slid my hands around their firm bare hips, letting them rest in the crease between their thigh and buttock, my fingers curving around those wonderful globes. I slowly drew back from their penises, allowing first Jay's, then Chris's, to be released from my mouth. They were both still stiff, bobbing upwards as they emerged, both very red from my sucking, and both very wet and shiny from their coating of sperm and saliva. My mouth was sticky with their fluids, which, now that their penises were no longer inside, I realised was not as much as I had previously thought, but certainly enough to bring me much pleasure.

Suddenly I felt my own penis enclosed in warmth. I looked down and saw that Dennis had turned towards me and had taken the end of my erection into his mouth. He could only fit the glans in and he held it still inside himself. Then I felt his tongue slide its way around my swollen knob, touching underneath the rim, along the split on its underside, finally ending up at my slit.

Jay and Chris slowly squatted down, their eyes fastened on Dennis as he ministered to my organ. My hands slid up their bodies as they lowered, ending up around their necks. They squatted with their legs spread, their feet together, their boy jewels openly exposed to my eyes. I slid my hand down their chests, both had stiff nipples that received a little of my attention, over their bellies, pausing briefly to take hold of their still erect penises and gently caressing them and the nuggets dangling beneath, before sliding down to their feet. Dennis had moved himself around to get at my groin and was lying full length on the floor, his stiff penis pointing towards the other boys, his testes hanging against his thigh, almost touching the floor. Again, I marvelled at the size of them on this almost hairless youngster.

I took hold of the boys' feet, gently tugging them, and indicating for them to sit back on the floor, which they did, leaning back on their hands. I took their feet towards Dennis's erection and Jay immediately realised what I wanted them to do. He put his foot alongside Dennis's penis, pressing his heel into the lad's groin, his toes bending to touch across the swollen glans. Chris placed his foot the other side and pressed inwards, trapping Dennis's penis between them. Their feet were slippery from Dennis's licking and the remnants of my sperm and I saw Dennis begin to move himself backwards and forwards between them, his penis going in and out of sight as he moved. He had his mouth clenched around the end of my organ, not moving, concentrating on his own sensations rather than on fellating me, which was okay with me. I was enjoying just being inside his young mouth and watching the display going on between the other boys' feet. Besides, I knew how I wanted to achieve my next climax.

Chris, Jay and I watched Dennis's penis as it rubbed between their feet. They both had their feet turned inwards, their toes curled over, making a firm barrier for Dennis's erection to push its way through each time he thrust forward. The sight of his swollen, red glans thrusting out from between their toes was a highly erotic sight to us all. As their toes put pressure on his glans, they spread his slit open, then squeezed it closed as he pulled back through them. He was leaking fluids already and this was forced out and smeared over the boys' toes, making the passage of his penis through them more easy.

Suddenly he thrust his hips forward harder causing the entire end of his sizeable erection to protrude through the boys' toes, the circumcised crown shiny and deep red. At the same time I felt him clench harder around my own glans, a slightly painful sensation. I was almost going to pull out as I thought he was going to bite me, but he opened his mouth instead, my penis still within his cavity, and gave a grunt. His penis spurted. A stream of fluid pulsated out of him, a thickish blob with a fine sticky tail that streaked up Jay's leg, leaving a greyish trail from his ankle to above his knee. Another burst followed immediately, squirting even higher, splashing around Jay's genitals in several creamy globules. Dennis gasped as his body spasmed again, his mouth once more closing on my penis, this time sucking on my glans like a baby on a dummy. This next ejaculation sprayed along Chris's leg, leaving another trail of shiny semen from his shin to his thigh. I did not realise anyone could shoot as much, nor as long, as this lad was doing. Another powerful stream spurted and this was even more forcefully ejected, several blobs striking Chris and Jay on their bellies. We all watched in amazement and delight as a fifth spurt of boy-cream shot out, this time landing on the floor between the two boys' legs.

The following spasms were less powerful, his sperm gradually oozing from him and running over the boys' toes and feet. I watched as both Chris and Jay rubbed Dennis's juices around on their skin, putting their fingers in their mouths to taste it as they went. Dennis had released my penis, now fully engorged and very near its own climax, and was lying back on the floor, his eyes closed, his chest and belly heaving. I gently stroked along his body, caressing his nipples, running my hands around over his belly, moving lower to caress the boys' feet where they still cradled Dennis's slowly wilting penis.

I lowered my face to their feet, my tongue running across the tops of their toes, touching across the tip of Dennis's protruding penis as I moved from Jay to Chris. The taste of Dennis's sperm was wonderful. It was not as pungent as Chris's, nor as sweet as Jay's, but had a distinctive tanginess to it that I had never experienced before. It was similar in taste to my own sperm and I wondered whether it was the taste of men, whether all men tasted similar to this. I had only ever tasted boys' and my own… and probably only ever would. Maybe Chris and Jay would also end up with this same taste. I liked them the way they were now, though, so I hoped they wouldn't.

These thoughts flickered through my mind as my mouth closed around my young lovers' feet and toes, my tongue searching Dennis's sperm from between and under each one in turn. I swiped over the top of each foot, then around under the arch and eventually underneath the sole. I also took the boy's softening penis into my mouth, sucking the remnants from it and cleaning its length. It felt great to have my head between the two boys' feet and Dennis's mansized penis cradled in my mouth. My hands tenderly fondled his smooth testes and stroked the insides of his hairless thighs. My own penis was now aching in its need for release.

Slowly I drew away from Dennis's penis, allowing it to flop onto his thighs, and knelt up, caressing the boys' feet as I raised myself into a standing position, lifting one of each of their legs as I stood. Both boys had to wriggle themselves towards me and the sight of them squirming on the floor, legs splayed and stiff penises and testes jiggling with their movements while I held one of their feet was quite erotic.

When I was standing, stooped over to keep hold of their feet, I brought their feet into my lap, either side of my erection. They pressed their feet into my groin, their heels nudging my scrotum, squeezing my testicles, their arches against the side of my penis. Jay tapped Dennis on his arm and the youngster opened his eyes. He saw what we were doing and he moved around until he was lying on his back between his brother and Jay. He raised his foot up to me and I took hold of it, placing it heel first against my scrotum, between the other boys' heels, and brought the sole of his foot up the length of my penis underneath. I placed my other hand over the top of my penis, holding Jay and Chris's feet against me. Their feet were slippery still from sweat, saliva and semen and my organ was trapped within this moist, warm tunnel. I was longer than all of their feet, almost an inch [2½ cm] of me sticking out from beyond their toes when their heels were pressed in against me. All of the boys' eyes were fastened on the engorged and flared crown of my penis.

I began thrusting myself backwards and forwards between their feet, my penis sliding easily, their toes teasing me like fingers. The pressure of their flesh upon me, the nudgings and drag on my testicles from their heels, and the sight of myself enclosed within a wall of boys' feet, making love to them, very quickly brought me to my peak. As my penis began to spurt, I pulled their feet in tightly against me, thrusting myself fully outwards so I extended beyond them. My semen sprayed down onto the three boys and they all squealed and wriggled as it splashed over them, my penis swaying and jerking unchecked above them. Their wriggling only increased my sensations as their feet pressed in against me, causing my penis to spray even more wildly.

My climax was unbelievable. Even better than my first one with Jay. My whole body seemed to be erupting. My breathing was ragged, my muscles quivering. I had to keep myself focussed on the boys beneath me, watching my emmissions gradually subsiding, threads of my semen streaking their naked bodies.

Finally it was over and I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the floor, the boys' feet still cradled in my lap, my penis still sticking up from amongst them. We all stayed still, savouring the moment we had all experienced. Then, one at a time, they raised themselves to a sitting position, bringing themselves in closer to me and we all hugged, their feet in my lap, bodies leaning forward, arms around each other, heads touching. We were all looking in to the centre between us and we all burst out laughing at the sight. Four erect penises all looked blindly back up at us, all shapes and sizes, all above hairless testes, again of different sizes. We each took hold of the penis of the person beside us.

I finally broke the silence.

"Well, guys," I said softly. "You have certainly earned your bonuses. From the look and feel of your things down here, we're going to have a long afternoon. I think we all need a drink and then we can get stuck into it again. What do you say?"

"Wow!" Dennis said, reaching over to hold my penis. "I really liked putting your thing in my mouth. It's so big! I want to make you come like that."

"Me too," said Chris. "I didn't get to touch it until now." He took hold of it around the glans. "It's really nice looking, isn't it? I want to suck you like I do to Dennis. I like your taste."

Jay also reached over to touch me. "I want another go, too," he said. "And I'd like you to rub me until I come like last time. I also want you two to make me come as well, "he said, looking at Dennis and Chris. "I'd like you to suck me, Chris. I've been thinking about that since you told me you do it to Dennis. Steve is a really good sucker, too. He can suck us all until we come. Right, Steve?"

I laughed. "Right. It's just like I told you on Thursday, matey. It now seems like I've turned not only you into a sex maniac, but these two as well. I'm sure there's lots we can all do to each other. I've got plenty of film and plenty of time. What we don't get done today, we can do next weekend, the weekend after that, and the weekend after that….and the weekend…."

"Yes!!!" the three of them chorused excitedly. I realised my fantasies were all coming true with these three lovely boys. What a time we would have…..

The End?