With Friends Like These
By Aldric
Copyright 2013 by Aldric, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual
activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
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This
story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe
sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life
and
should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described
in the
story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never
confuse
the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
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The
picture was
horrifically clear and I had to earn it, no matter what. My brother
Rick had
found the detention slip I had forged our mother’s signature on and
threatened
to give it to mom. That would have resulted in me staying home while my
two
best friends went skiing next weekend.
So I had
to
give in to him. He wanted a blow job! But I was desperate so I gave him
one in
exchange for him not telling mom. He’s fifteen, two years older than
me, and it
was disgusting beyond belief. His dick was like six inches long with
hair all
around it!
But the
worst
part was how he planned it. He wanted it done in his bedroom with him
standing
against the wall just inside his door and me kneeling in front of him.
I didn’t
realize it was a trap at the time.
Just as he
started
to shoot he leaned over me and grabbed a camera he had staged and
pointed it
towards the door to his room. The inside of the door had a full length
mirror
on it, and the resulting picture clearly showed me kneeling in front of
him
with his dick in my mouth and his cum running down my chin.
I had no
idea
what he might do with that picture, but I didn’t want to find out. So I
offered
him money, but he had a part time job and I still lived on an
allowance, so he knew I couldn’t
come up with anywhere near enough money to buy the picture.
He thought
about a suitable price for two days before coming to my room. ‘‘Here’s
the
deal,’’ he said, handing me two digital video cameras. ‘‘First, until
you have
enough to pay me for the pictures you keep these blinds open and the
light on
except for when you are sleeping.’’
He went to
the
window and opened the blinds. In the original design of our house my
room was a
family room, so there was a huge window in it. Every detail of my room
could be
seen from the house behind us.
‘‘You’ll
change
clothes in here, same as always,’’ he said to me. ‘‘The only time you
can close
the blinds is when you are earning the picture.’’
‘‘What do
I
have to do to earn it?’’ I asked. ‘‘You already said no to money.’’
‘‘What I
want
is another blowjob, but not from an amateur. I want one from someone
who has
some experience.’’
‘‘How am I
supposed to find someone…’’ I started to ask, but he cut me off.
‘‘Not
someone----YOU,’’ he said. ‘‘You are going to get experienced at doing
it. That’s
what the cameras are for. I need you to produce a video with twelve
different
boys getting a blowjob from you. Once I view it to see that it really
is twelve
different boys, then you show me what you’ve learned. Complete that and
you get
the picture.’’
‘‘But how
am I
supposed to do that?’’ I pleaded. ‘‘Boys aren’t going to let me record
it. Besides,
uh, twelve different boys? Everyone will think I’m gay!’’
‘‘First, I
don’t care what they think, that’s your problem,’’ he said with a
smile,
knowing that was going to be a serious problem for me. ‘‘And second,
that’s
what the little camera is for. Set it up where it’s out of sight and go
to
it.’’
‘‘Come on
Rick,’’ I said. ‘‘I can’t do this. How about…’’
‘‘How
about I
show this to Tom Thatcher?’’ he said to me.
Tom
Thatcher is
in my grade but he’s a year older than me because he failed a year. And
he’s a
bully. And he already doesn’t like me, but he doesn’t hurt me because
Rick told
him once that if he ever did hurt me he’d regret it. That was back in
the day
when Rick wasn’t the ass that he is now.
‘‘I’ll bet
Tom
could think of a lot of things to do with a picture like this,’’ Rick
said. He
called the picture up on his cell phone for me to see again.
‘‘Especially if I
told him he could do anything he liked as long as he didn’t hurt you
physically.’’
Okay, I
had to
earn that picture. No matter what I had to do to earn it from Rick,
there was
no way I could ever let Tom Thatcher even see the picture, let alone
have it.
‘‘Okay,
I’ll
try,’’ I said. I know he could hear the fear in my voice. He knew he
had me.
‘‘But why the blinds?’’
‘‘Erica
Goodwin,’’ he said. ‘‘She has a crush on you.’’
Erica
lived in
the house behind us. She was also in my grade, but she was only twelve.
She
skipped first grade. And she did have a crush on me. She was nice and I
liked
her as a friend, but nothing beyond that. And then suddenly it hit me.
‘‘But
she’ll
see me changing clothes, and, uh, other stuff!’’ I said.
‘‘Yeah,
like
beating off,’’ Rick said with a laugh. Imagine how happy she’s going to
be. Remember----the
light stays on until you’re ready for sleep. If I come in here and
you’re
jacking off in the dark the deal is off. Keep that thought in mind as
you work
out how to earn the picture from me. That way I won’t have to wait so
long to
get my payment.’’
Okay, so
I’d
have to find somewhere else to play with myself. But I’d still have to
change
clothes here.
‘‘Let’s
have a
trial run, just so I know you’ll keep your end of the deal,’’ Rick
said. ‘‘Open
the blinds, strip off all of your clothes, and play with yourself until
you
cum. If you even can cum.’’ He left my room and I closed the door
behind him.
With the
blinds
open the sun shined on my bed. It wouldn’t even matter if the light was
on, I’d
be in clear view. I looked back at the Goodwin house and all of the
window
blinds on the back were closed.
I stripped
down
and got on my bed, hoping to finish this as quickly as I could. I got
hard
almost immediately just from the thought of what I was doing. Then I
heard Rick
talking to someone from his room.
‘‘Look out
your
window and tell me what you see,’’ he said. I didn’t understand what it
meant
until I looked back at the Goodwin house again. And the blinds in
Erica’s
windows opened.
‘‘He’ll be
doing that every night before bed,’’ I heard Rick say and then I
knew----he was
talking to her on the phone. ‘‘Let me know if he doesn’t give you a
show, and
keep your binoculars handy.’’
Her blinds
stayed open. I was looking into the sun and her room was in shadow so I
couldn’t see her. But I knew she was seeing me. And she was going to
watch me
do it. It was Rick’s first test. If I failed it now and he would give
the
picture to Tom Thatcher. Since I couldn’t allow that to happen I had to
keep going.
Knowing that Erica was watching made it all too easy and I sprayed the
watery
load onto my chest within seconds.
But now I
was
stuck with how to complete the price Rick was charging me for the
picture. It
seemed hopeless, but at least there were two people I could trust. Or
at least,
I hoped I could trust them.
Dustin and
Eric
were my best friends. It was Dustin’s parents who were taking us to the
mountains this weekend for some late summer skiing. And it might be the
perfect
time to complete the price. Giving blowjobs was going to suck, no pun
intended.
But if I was going to do it I’d much rather do it with strangers than
kids I
knew at school. I called Dustin and Eric and invited them over.
It wasn’t
easy
and they had like a million questions, but finally I told them the
whole story.
And they were more than willing to help, which was no surprise because
they
were going to be the first two on the video diary.
‘‘Are you
still
going skiing with us?’’ Dustin asked as I closed the blinds.
‘‘Yeah, I
told
you about that,’’ I said.
‘‘Good,
because
my cousins will be there too,’’ he said. That’ll give you three more.
I’ll just
tell them you lost a bet or something.
‘‘And
Darrel
Lashki will be there too,’’ Eric said.
‘‘I don’t
know,
I was hoping to not use anyone from school. If word of this ever got
out…’’
‘‘Darrel
is
cool, I don’t think he’d tell anyone. Besides, we’ll just tell him the
same as
Dustin’s cousins. That way there’d be no reason for you to ever have to
do it
again.’’
I couldn’t
think of anything except what I was about to do, so I just nodded my
head. Dustin
decided he’d go first. He lowered his shorts and fished his dick out
the hole.
I had not
seen
him naked since we were about eight, and it didn’t look like much had
changed. I
couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t look like he had any hair and his dick
was only
about three inches long. But he was hard and it was twitching, which
showed how
much he was looking forward to this. I looked at Eric, who had set the
camera
on my night stand where it would capture what I was doing.
‘‘Come on,
just
do it,’’ he said as he saw me hesitating. ‘‘Remember, we’re doing this
to help
you.’’
Yeah,
right, I
thought. I wasn’t so dumb as to believe there wasn’t another reason.
But I had
already told them all about it and they were my best friends, so as he
sat on
the edge of my bed I got down in front of him and took his dick in.
It wasn’t
near
as bad as doing Rick, and he was so ready that he began cumming almost
immediately. His dick might have been small and immature looking, but
he could
shoot.
Dusting
pulled
his pants up and traded places with Eric. Eric pulled both his shorts
and
boxers down. Eric’s dick was bigger than mine but nowhere near as big
as
Rick’s. He also had more hair than I did. But he was just as ready as
Dustin had been
so a few seconds after I started he was done.
I went
over to
the camera and called up the menu to play the image. But there weren’t
any
pictures or videos in the directory.
‘‘Hey, did
you
press this button?’’ I asked Eric, pointing to the record button.
‘‘I don’t
think
so, was I supposed to?’’
‘‘It’s the
record button,’’ I said with frustration. ‘‘How could you not know you
had
to?’’
‘‘Hey,
I’ve
never used a camera before,’’ he said. ‘‘I’m sorry. I guess you’ll have
to do
it again.’’ He tried to look sorry, but he couldn’t hide a smile. I
wondered if
it was truly an accident that he hadn’t recorded it.
The second
time
I set the camera, and I’m glad I did because I learned something
useful. When
the camera is recording a red light comes on. I’d be sure to watch for
it in
the future.
That
evening,
per Rick’s instructions, I left the blinds open and the light on as I
played
with myself. It was both exciting and scary knowing I had an audience.
After I
was done I closed my eyes long enough to gain some dark vision. When I
turned
off my light I looked out to Erica’s window and I saw a reflection of
light. When
it moved and then disappeared I knew she had been watching me with
binoculars.
On the way
up
the mountain Friday afternoon Eric and Dustin were excited. I should
have been,
after everything I had gone through just to be able to go, but thinking
about
what I needed to accomplish while there made me feel slightly ill.
Dustin,
Eric,
and I shared a room. The room next door was an adjoining room that
Dustin’s
cousins were in. Fred, Jason, and Terry were fourteen, twelve, and
eleven. I
wasn’t looking forward to what we were going to do that evening after
skiing.
We met up
with
Darrel Lashki on the slopes and Eric and Dustin told him about the
supposed
bet. He looked at me
eagerly. I
hadn’t made up my mind about including him but it was too late now. He
said
he’d see me tonight and took off down the slope.
I wasn’t a
good
skier so I couldn’t take the more challenging hills that Darrel and
Eric could
take, so I hung around with Dustin and his cousins. It was obvious he
hadn’t
told them yet so I was able to almost enjoy myself for a few hours.
We had
dinner
with Dustin’s parents in the restaurant and then hit the pool. I saw
Dustin
talking to his cousins, who then looked at me with smiles on their
faces and
knew that he had told them. As we swam I noticed that all three of them
already
had boners.
After
swimming
for a short time Eric came over and said, ‘‘We should go and figure out
where
to hide the small camera.’’
He was
right;
the other guys would be extremely suspicious about the supposed bet if
they saw
Eric or Dustin holding a camera. We grabbed Dustin and headed to the
room.
We set it
up
above the curtains and Dustin stripped off his bathing suit. ‘‘Come on
and suck
me so we can test it,’’ he said. He was already hard.
‘‘I’m not
sucking your dick again,’’ I complained.
‘‘Why not?
It’s
not like you haven’t done it before. Besides, we need to see if the
camera is
in the right spot.’’
‘‘We can
do
that without you being in the picture. All I have to do is get here and
pretend.’’
‘‘Hey, do
you
want our help or not?’’ Eric asked. ‘‘Cause if you don’t you can set
this up
yourself and hope it works. I’m not going to take the blame for failure
if we
don’t test it first.’’
I could
see
they were serious and I clearly needed their help, so as much as I
hated it I
started sucking on Dustin’s dick. However, after just a few sucks I
pulled
back. ‘‘There, that should tell us if it is set properly,’’ I said.
‘‘Oh
shit,’’
Eric said. ‘‘I forgot to press the record button again. Dustin, you do
it and
I’ll pose with Ian.’’
‘‘Damn it
Eric,
you did that on purpose,’’ I said as he and Dustin traded places. ‘‘I’m
not
sucking your dick!’’
‘‘Fine
then,’’
Dustin said. ‘‘I’ll open the door and let my cousins in and we’ll just
hope the
camera is aimed properly.’’ Dustin moved to the door between the two
rooms, and
I had to stop him. I was being manipulated and I knew it.
‘‘I
thought you
guys were my friends,’’ I said as I got in front of Eric, who
immediately
shoved his erect dick in my face. I took it in as Dustin played with
the
camera.
As before,
I
only sucked on it for a few seconds before stopping. This time the
image was
recorded but it only showed the back of Eric’s head.
‘‘We’ll
have to
do it again,’’ Dustin said as he moved the camera.
In all, it
took
three attempts, and in that time Eric managed to shoot in my mouth.
None of the
attempts were working out right.
‘‘I’ve got
it,’’ Eric said. ‘‘You pose, I’ll set the camera,’’ he said to Dustin.
By now I
had
figured out that we were going to continue to have problems with the
camera
unless I brought Dustin to climax too, so I did. Eric had gotten some
tape and
taped the camera to the bottom of the television where it wasn’t
noticeable. And
since the camera was at the perfect height it showed a clear picture of
me
sucking Dustin’s dick.
Eric put
it
back in place and Dustin opened the door, inviting his cousin’s in.
Fred, the
oldest, seemed suspicious. ‘‘All I have to do is ask him and he has to
give me
a blowjob?’’ he asked Dustin.
‘‘Yep!’’
Dustin
said. ‘‘Once a day for the two days we’re here. That was the bet he
lost.’’
‘‘I didn’t
agree to both days,’’ I yelled at him. ‘‘I only have to do this once!’’
‘‘Hey,
that was
the bet,’’ Eric said. As soon as he said that I knew they had set me up
to have
to repeat it. ‘‘Or we tell Tom Thatcher you reneged on the bet.’’
I
shouldn’t
have told them about my brother threatening to tell Thatcher if I
didn’t do as
he said. Would my friends really betray me? I couldn’t take the chance.
‘‘Yeah,’’
I said. ‘‘I forgot that part.’’
‘‘You do
it
first,’’ Fred said, still not believing it.
‘‘Sure,’’
Dustin said. He looked at me and said, ‘‘Give me a blowjob.’’ When I
just
stared at him he added, ‘‘It’s the first time I’ve asked today, so you
have to
do it.’’
With
friends
like these I didn’t need enemies. But if I was to keep my brother Rick
from
sending the picture of me blowing him to Tom Thatcher I had to go along
with
Eric and Dustin’s plots.
Once I did
Dustin, Fred was a believer. He lowered his pants and boxers, and I saw
that he
was almost as big as Rick. I resigned myself to the fact that I was
going to
have loads of cum shooting into my mouth.
Fred was
eager
but he was good at holding back and he made it last, much to my
continued
disgust. As soon as he was ready to shoot he grabbed the back of my
head and
held me close to him as he shot load after load into my mouth.
Finally he
was
done and released me. The others were all smiles by that point. Jason,
the
middle cousin, was shy and only wanted to push his dick out through his
zipper,
but he was still able to add to what his brother had shot into my
mouth. Terry,
the youngest, wasn’t able to cum but it took the longest of all of them
before he
climaxed.
And of
course I
had to do Eric again once he asked.
I barely
had
time to rest before there was a knock at the door. Dustin pushed his
cousin’s
back into his room while Eric answered the door.
‘‘Hey!’’
he
said, ‘‘It’s Darrel, and his brother and Steve Gibbon are with him
too.’’
Steve was
another boy from our class, and Darrel’s brother Greg was twelve and
just a
year behind us. I didn’t want to do anyone from school and now there
were three
of them. But it would be hard to back out now.
‘‘Hi
Dustin,’’
Darrel said as he passed. Then he saw me and said, ‘‘Sucks to be you,
but we
want a blowjob and we heard all we have to do to get one is ask you.’’
I had no
choice, I had to get my count in. Besides, if I refused Eric and Dustin
might
stop helping or worse.
After I
was
done, they left, but as Darrel got to the door he turned and said,
‘‘See you
tomorrow.’’ I could hardly wait. I was up to eight, although I’d have
to suck
all of them again tomorrow, but I still needed more.
Eric said
he
and Dustin would take care of it in the morning.
The
following
morning Dustin’s parents called the room and woke us up. They said we
were to
have breakfast in the lobby in half an hour before more skiing. Eric
and Dustin
asked for their blowjobs and said they wouldn’t ask again if I did
them, so I
did.
After a
huge
breakfast we returned to the room to get our jackets and ski gear.
Dustin’s
cousins knocked on the adjoining door and Dustin let them in, and of
course
they wanted their turn too.
We then
had to
hurry or Dustin’s parents would come by to see what was taking so long.
We met
them in the lobby and headed out to the rental office to get bindings
and skis.
Just
before
lunch we ran into Fred, Terry, and Jason, and they told us to ride the
lift to
the bigger hill. I didn’t want to, but was pushed into the lift chair.
Once at
the top we met two other boys who Fred had met. They appeared to be
around our
age. Fred took us around to the back of the hill. It was a treed slope,
no good
for skiing, but it was good for something else.
‘‘Okay,’’
Fred
said, ‘‘I’m asking.’’ We were out of the wind and he unbuttoned his
parka and
slid his ski pants down, followed by his jeans and finally his boxers.
I knew I
was
going to
have
to do it, but the real problem was that there were two other boys here
but we
didn’t have either camera.
After I
did
Fred, he introduced Wayne and Cliff, two guys from the other side of
town that
he met at the pool and told them about the bet.
‘‘And
we’re
asking for a blowjob too,’’ Wayne said. He exposed himself just as Fred
had
done and I was relieved to see that he still had a pencil dick and
almost no
hair. He shot into my mouth, but it was just a few squirts of watery
cum.
His friend
Cliff was about the same. Maybe a little shorter and thicker, but just
barely
produced cum. He redressed quickly and the five of them left laughing.
‘‘Man,
that
sucks,’’ Eric said. ‘‘You had to do them and we didn’t even get to film
it. But
we’ll take care of you after we’re done skiing.’’ He and Dustin gave me
few
pointers on how to get down the bigger slope and then they took off.
I wondered
if
Rick would let me out of the rest of the bet if I broke my leg. Keeping
my ski
tips pointed towards each other I headed down as slowly as I could. I
fell a
dozen times and once I didn’t turn fast enough and hit a tree, but I
made it
down without getting hurt. I didn’t feel like skiing again so I went to
the
lodge and waited until the rest of the gang showed up for lunch.
I skied
alone
for the rest of the afternoon and came back early. I turned in my stuff
and
headed back to the room for a little private time.
Eric and
Dustin
found me sleeping and said we were to take a shower before dinner. But
they
also found the tissues I had jazzed into before falling asleep and
teased me
about it.
After
dinner
they said they had some more boys lined up but it they had a
requirement that I
had to meet. They said they couldn’t say more until later, but it was
set up
for fifteen minutes after ten. We swam until the pool closed and then
went to
the room.
‘‘Okay,
they
should be here in a few minutes,’’ Eric said. He started putting the
camera in
place.
‘‘What
about
this requirement?’’ I asked.
‘‘That’s
simple, you have to be blindfolded,’’ Dustin said. ‘‘Roll up a towel
and wrap
it around your eyes and I’ll tape it in place.’’ He produced a roll of
duct
tape that he must have lifted from the rental room.
‘‘I’m not
doing
that,’’ I said. ‘‘How is this part of what I have to do to earn the
picture my
brother took?’’
‘‘Hey, it
was
their idea, not ours,’’ Eric said. ‘‘They just don’t want you to see
them. I’m
not sure why.’’
‘‘I don’t
know
if I can trust you guys after what you’ve made me do,’’ I said. ‘‘Are
they kids
from our school? Is that why I have to be blindfolded?’’
Someone
knocked
at the door just then. ‘‘They’re here,’’ Dustin said. ‘‘Are you in or
not?’’
Whoever
was out
there knocked again. I gave up and wrapped the towel around my head and
let
Dustin tape it in place.
I heard
voice
that I didn’t recognize but I couldn’t tell how many came into the
room. I only
needed four more boys on tape so I hoped it wasn’t more than that.
There was
a lot
of giggling and laughter, and I was pushed down to my knees. The first
boy
stepped up and I felt his dick hit my nose. I tilted my head back and
took it
in.
And he was
a
boy. His dick couldn’t have been more than two and a half inches long
and he
didn’t have a single hair.
After him
they
kept coming and I lost count of how many I did. I could tell some by
the size
of their dicks, and there were at least two small boys, many boys my
age, and a
couple that were older. I don’t know how long it lasted, but my jaws
were sore
when they last of them finally left the room.
‘‘We’ve
got
enough for you to get the picture back from your brother,’’ Eric said
as I
pulled the blindfold off my head. ‘‘I’ll do the editing tomorrow after
we get
home and have it to you before noon.’’
We talked
for a
short while, and I saw Eric and Dustin yawning and I told them I was
exhausted,
so we went to bed. I stayed awake until I was positive they were both
asleep. Then
I got up and got out the small camera.
The first
kid
was a boy that I guessed was about ten years old. I’d never seen him
before, so
he became number nine. Following him were the two boys Darrel had
introduced us
to on the top of the hill. That made eleven. I needed one more.
Next was
Darrel, followed by Steve and Greg. I guess there was no surprise
there. Then
came another kid I didn’t know. The magic number twelve. I almost
turned off
the camera, but I wondered about all the other people I blew.
The next
boy to
step up was Dustin’s oldest cousin Fred! Followed of course by Jason
and Terry.
And then Dustin, followed by Eric.
After
Eric, the
ten year old kid was there again. As I watched, I saw that I had blown
each of
them twice and a couple of them three times, but there was only the
twelve of
them. My friends had done it to me again!
But what
could
I do? Eric would edit the videos tomorrow and then I’d be done earning
Rick’s
price for the picture he had. I was angry, but there was nothing to do
but go
back to bed. I was sure that the blindfold wasn’t a requirement put out
by the
other boys. Dustin and Eric just needed it to cover up the fact that
they were
going to get more blowjobs from me.
I put the
camera back and decided to pee before going back to bed. As I entered
the
bathroom it hit me----Eric didn’t need to edit the videos. All I needed
was the
proof that there were twelve different boys. Okay, so my brother would
see that
I did each of them several times----but why did Eric want to edit them.
If he
had them at his house, he could use them to blackmail me.
I finished
in
the bathroom and downloaded each of the videos to my hard drive and
made sure
each of them played. Then I deleted all of them from the two cameras.
I didn’t
say a
word about it on the way back home. Dustin’s parents dropped me off at
my house
and Eric said he and Dustin would be over later.
I knocked
on
Rick’s door and then entered with my laptop.
‘‘You did
it?’’
he asked. ‘‘I was hoping it would take you longer.’’
I ran each
video in turn, and Rick laughed as he saw my friends in each video.
‘‘Some
friends you’ve got,’’ he said. But he agreed that at the end there were
twelve
different boys.
‘‘Only one
more
thing before you get the picture you want,’’ he said to me. He pulled
down his
shorts and I did what I had to.
And true
to his
word, he flipped me his phone. I checked his outgoing and there was no
evidence
he had sent it anywhere, so I deleted the picture. It was finally done.
I
returned to my room and the first thing I did was close the blinds.
Dustin and
Eric
showed up shortly after that. ‘‘The video’s are gone,’’ Eric said. ‘‘I
assume
you deleted them.’’
‘‘Yep,’’ I
said. ‘‘I figured you guys would use them if you had access to them.’’
‘‘Yeah,
well,
we did sort of talk about it,’’ Dustin said. ‘‘But we didn’t actually
have a
plan. We probably wouldn’t have done anything with them.’’
The next
day at
school Darrel Lashki was bragging about the blowjobs I’d given him up
on the
mountain. I denied everything of course, and none of the other kids
believed
him.
After I
served
my detention I went home, only to find Dustin and Eric waiting for me.
‘‘You
know, it
really hurt us that you didn’t trust us,’’ Eric said.
‘‘Yeah,
well
you guys weren’t the most trustworthy to start with,’’ I said. ‘‘The
blindfold
was your idea, wasn’t it?’’
‘‘No,
actually
it was Darrel’s idea,’’ Dustin said. ‘‘He figured we could each get two
from
you as long as you didn’t know we were doing it.’’ Dustin opened my
blinds as
he talked.
‘‘I like
my
blinds closed,’’ I said.
‘‘Suppose
Darrel could prove you gave him the blow jobs he’s been bragging
about,’’ Eric
said. ‘‘What would it be worth to keep that truth from him?’’
‘‘But
there is
no proof,’’ I said. ‘‘I deleted all of the videos.’’
‘‘Yeah,
but not
this,’’ Dustin said. He held up his cell phone and on it was a picture
of me
giving Darrel a blow job up on the top of the mountain. ‘‘I have one
from the
room too,’’ he said.
‘‘We kind
of
thought that a blow job a week would be nice,’’ Eric said. ‘‘And we
talked with
Erica Goodwin, and she really enjoyed the show you put on last week.
She’d like
it to continue.’’
I was
screwed
again! ‘‘For how long?’’ I asked.
‘‘Until
she
says she’s seen enough,’’ Dustin said. ‘‘Or until the end of summer if
you give
us a few extra blowjobs.’’
‘‘She said
if
you were to give her a personal show a couple of times that she’d be
satisfied,’’ Dustin said. ‘‘So invite her over and let her watch you
beat off
from right here in your room. Until then, keep the blinds open.’’
‘‘And you
can
close them when you’re doing us. Remember, at least one a week.’’
With
friend
like that I had no need of enemies.
(The End)