A Series of Embarrassing Events

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool).

A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter Eleven: Waiting for Godetia

WEDNESAY 04TH NOVEMBER 2020

WaitingForGodetia: [I would love to meet you, Noah.]

This had been the opening line of Noah's dialogue with Mr Godetia. Was that his real name? What did he look like? How old was he? Was he safe to meet? Noah had been thinking about this message all morning – it was midweek and Noah was getting closer to his first meeting with the mysterious man.

Noah had so many questions and through multiple messages, he found Mr Godetia to be witty, charming and very persuasive. They had exchanged messages on Sunday evening (the day after his birthday) after Noah had spent the afternoon with Toby, Ronan, Matty and Samir before returning home for quality time with his dad and Daniel. Jamie had turned up too and Noah had felt awkward being naked at the dining table with Jamie there.

More awkward than being naked around his brother and dad?

Noah's dad was still getting used to the household nudity but Jamie had seen it enough times be used to it. What had changed was that Noah was now sixteen and wanted to have sex and Jamie was an attractive man with whom he wanted to do it. Jamie had (pretty much) refused to engage in sex acts with Noah before his birthday and Jamie was still reticent; the five-year age gap between them hadn't changed. Noah was meanwhile indulging fantasies of Jamie fucking him.

After all, Daniel fucked Jamie and Dan was straight. Mostly straight.

Noah had popped a boner during dinner but it was hidden under the table and alas there was no opportunity to seduce Jamie afterwards. Instead Noah had gone to his room and made plans to meet Mr Godetia.

They agreed to meet on Saturday - a week after Noah's sixteenth birthday - to discuss some events they might both enjoy Noah being a part of. Before that meeting however, Noah needed to get through the rest of the school week. Noah liked school - he was smart, not unpopular and he had good friends.

However, there was a minor hiccough that Noah hadn't thought about until halfway through the week. Noah was shaved as smooth as an alabaster statue and when he got changed and showered after PE, everyone was going to see him...

Noah's bare legs were streaked with mud from his knee to the top of his thighs. His football socks had been pulled up to protect his calves, leaving them smooth and clean but the top of his legs had been muddied by a tumble on the pitch.

Mud seemed to have crawled up his shots because the mud nearly reached his underpants. His arms had been marbled with muck too and he was in serious need of a shower. The bustle of boys in the changing room was rowdy but cheerful as they packed into the room and jostled for spots to strip off.

There was nearly forty Lower Sixth (Year 12) boys in the changing room - mostly aged sixteen, give or take six months. A few boys were like Noah and didn't turn sixteen until after the school year had started. Each school year had a hundred boys - plus or minus a dozen - and a third were timetabled for PE on Wednesday afternoon.

Noah scanned the room for some of the hotter boys in their group - Ronan was one and Matteo another but Noah was biased because they were his friends. Also, he'd seen them naked and fooled around with them.

Concentrating on himself for a moment, Noah unlaced his boots and pulled them off. Next, he rolled his socks down his thin but curved calves and peeled them off his feet. His toes wriggled on the cold floor.

When the week had started, Noah's biggest fear was that he'd be teased for his toga falling down at the school Halloween party but Matty pointed out that 1) most boys didn't spend all their time thinking or talking about nearly naked boys (their loss); and 2) most boys didn't want to get caught talking about nearly naked boys in case people got the wrong idea.

Noah pulled his t-shirt off over his head and dumped it beside him, his skinny and hairless chest was on view but no-one paid it any attention - it was a changing room, almost everyone was shirtless or about to be.

Noah had quite forgotten that his armpits were hairless too and none of the boys in his peer group had had cause to notice yet. Ronan knew about his shaving but he wouldn't have said anything. Noah picked half-dried mud from his arms but he was going to need a shower.

The sixteen-year-old liked being naked and had no shame in the changing room - being naked around other boys had never felt like a big deal. Noah knew his friends were more reticent about undressing in the changing room because they talked about feeling like people were looking. Maybe people were: didn't most boys compare themselves to others? Noah did.

The difference between Noah and his friends was, he liked the idea of people looking at him.

Noah looked at the other boys and thought; he's taller, he's hairier, he's more muscled, he's got a nice package in his boxers, he's got a nice limp dick, he's got a great bum, he's got lovely legs...

His friends had a point, people did look at you in the changing room.

Still, Noah had no shame about his body and other boys were already naked and headed into the showers so he dropped his shorts and underpants at the same time and stepped out of them. Noah was totally naked in the changing room - his penis was flaccid and only a few inches long. Was it better to be a grow-er or a show-er? Noah wasn't sure but he lifted a towel and spotted one or two eyes watching him.

Noah felt a little bit flattered because he didn't usually notice the gaze of others in the changing rooms - maybe he was too busy trying to not get caught looking at boys himself? Noah walked to the showers with his towel over his arm - some boys tied it around their waist for the journey but Noah's natural inclination was to display himself; besides, the towel would have to come off again in thirty seconds.

Noah hung his towel up and headed into the group shower area. As he turned on the water, he noticed more eyes watching and smiling and sniggering. Noah wasn't sure why they were laughing until his hand habitually ran over his groin and he felt it smooth.

How could he have forgotten he was 100% hairless below the neck?

Noah had the good grace to blush - he still wasn't ashamed but insight was a powerful thing. Knowing that boys aged sixteen and seventeen were looking at him amusedly because of his bald body was enough to cause even Noah embarrassment.

Noah liked exposure and embarrassment but he hadn't expected this. He just hoped he didn't get a boner. Noah began to wash his hair, lifting his arms to lather it and exposing his pits to the attention of his watchers. Their attention was unconcealed now - it was quite obvious everyone in the shower was looking.

Although thirty-seven boys had attended PE, not all of them were showering. It wasn't mandatory and some boys were too shy or self-conscious to strip totally naked in front of their classmates for a communal shower. Classmates - Noah hadn't really considered the ramifications of exposing his hairless body to the boys he saw every day at school.

Noah's biggest fear on Monday morning had been that Eric, Greg and Diallo – teenagers from a rival school – would have spread rumours about him. The boys were friends with multiple kids amongst Noah's classmates. Thankfully, it seemed like they had all kept quiet about seeing him naked and then shaved at a Halloween party.

Noah ran his hands over his arms, armpits, chest, groin, penis, testicles and legs; feeling the silky-smooth skin and imagining how he'd feel if he were one of the watchers. Honestly? Noah would be totally turned on.

Noah rinsed his hair and hoped he'd be able to leave the shower without incident but it seemed they were all waiting for the water to stop flowing so they could be heard over the torrent.

"Didn't you have hair last week?"

"Were you looking, Dural?"

"You've got less hair than my little brother."

"Noah, that's just pathetic."

Noah had always had smooth legs, only a tuft of pit hair and a small patch of pubes, but the absence of those signatures of puberty was a classic rationale for ridicule. Noah looked over to see that attention had even been drawn from the changing room. Indeed, one could watch the showering boys discreetly from the right position changing room. Noah loved watching showering adolescents, often committing the hottest and wettest bodies to memory for a marathon wank later.

Now it was Noah who was under the watchful eyes of nearly thirty of his classmates. His hairless, naked and dripping wet body under the gaze of so many peers was mortifying. Noah was glad that the group had shrank from its original size. Immediately after PE, some boys had dashed off without changing and some had changed quickly and left - it still left twenty-something boys but at least it wasn't nearly forty classmates.

His four closest friends were in the crowd too - while embarrassing, at least he could trust them not to spread the word. Even if rumours of his hairlessness did spread, most boys knew how to keep the gossip quiet; several Sixth Formers had been suspended and one expelled for bullying the last time uncouth rumours had been spread about a pupil.

"I've got an idea," said Dural - a popular and crushingly handsome lad.

A real lad too - tall, muscularly built, hairy without being hirsute - he looked a few years older than his sixteen years. While his parents came from Australia, Dural had no trace of and accent - still Noah felt he wouldn't look out of place on the set of Neighbours or Home and Away.

"Jonas, come here," Dural called.

Jonas was the youngest boy in their year - he wouldn't be sixteen until January which made him nearly three months younger than Noah. Jonas was clearly unhappy about being involved in whatever was about to happen. He hadn't been in the shower but he'd been busy chatting so Jonas was shirtless dressed in just his gym shorts. His legs were creamy and speckled with wisps of hair down his lower legs to his ankles. His chest had a few sprigs in the middle and his upper arms had a little more muscle than Noah's skinny limbs. Jonas and Noah were about the same height and similar in build but Noah could already see that comparisons with Jonas were going to emphasise his inadequacies compared to the baby of the year.

"Jonas, you're the youngest boy in the Lower Sixth, stand next to Noah and we'll play spot the difference," Dural said. "Noah, stand there, where we can all see," Dual added.

Noah stood in the wet room area between the showers and the changing room – exposed to everyone in either space. There was a murmur of giggles - Noah's exposure had already gone on longer than the boys could have dreamed of.

Noah's eyes found his friends, who promptly stayed out of it. Toby and Amir looked uncomfortable while Matty and Ronan looked animated and excited. Ronan was muttering to himself - Noah could see his lips moving.

Noah had only been sixteen for four days but standing next to a fifteen-year-old (fifteen years and nine months) was intended to shame him. Noah was barely three months older but the purpose of humiliation was to draw attention to otherness and Noah was marked as separate from the other sixteen-year olds by being hairless.

If he was also more hairless than a fifteen-year-old boy, then the humiliation was all the worse. Dural managed (only just) to not come across like an asshole but he was abusing his popularity and charisma to essentially harass Noah. Did Dural or anyone else realise that was what they were doing by teasing poor, naked Noah?

"Both of you put your hands behind your heads," said Dural.

Both boys complied - neither wanted to be made to obey, that would be worse. There was a ripple of sniggers as Noah's hairless armpits were compared to Jonas's bushy underarms.

"You are sixteen now, right Noah?" asked Dural.

"Yes," Noah answered.

"And how old are you Jonas?" Dural prompted the younger boy.

"Fifteen," Jonas squeaked.

Jonas was shy and quiet and cute.

"You've got less hair than a fifteen-year-old, Noah," mocked Dural.

Dural moved behind Jonas and yanked down his shorts - exposing his penis for comparison to Noah's. Jonas moved to grab his shorts but Dural pinned Jonas's hands to his hips. Dural sneaked a peek at Jonas's ass and was glad he was hidden behind the boy because:

1. Jonas had a very cute ass just like Noah's.

2. Dural himself was still naked.

3. Dural was halfway to a boner just looking at Noah and Jonas' bare bums.

The ripple of attention from the voyeurs gave Dural time to compose himself before standing at Noah's side with his impressive flaccid cock and pointed at Noah's little dick.

"Hairless and immature," Dural declared of Noah and then pointed at Jonas's penis; "Proper teenage boy."

Jonas had a nice explosion of pubes above his dick - more than Noah's normal even before he'd been shaved. Jonas's testicles were like gooseberries - furry and juicy. Their flaccid dicks weren't that different in size - two and a half inches to three inches; embarrassing not because they were small (flaccid dicks are supposed to be small) but because they were exposed.

Noah noticed that more boys had already abandoned the exhibit but that didn't help the nearly two-dozen left to see his penis and all the attention called on it. Noah felt worse for Jonas who was a sweet kid and didn't deserve this. Noah didn't deserve it either but at least he liked being naked and exhibiting himself.

"Why don't we see how these two compare when they size up?" laughed Dural.

Dural gave Noah and Jonas's bums a gentle stroke that the audience didn't see but the watchers did see the thickening of their dicks and the potential for full-blown erections.

"Yea, let's not," said a voice of reason.

Dural looked disappointedly at his best friend, Jasper, who had spoken to ruin the fun. A spell was broken and in a second the crowd was dispersing from the shower and the changing room to finish getting dressed. A second later Dural's best friend Jasper added:

"Not everyone is as into twink-cest as you are."

Noah and Jonas shared a look but didn't dare look to see the reaction on Dural's face.

"Sorry we didn't help, Noah. I didn't know what to do," said Toby.

Noah realised that his friends felt guilty that they'd just stood and watched while he was humiliated. Noah didn't mind though - he'd wank about it later and his friends weren't to blame for the display. If they had intervened, they might have found themselves in the line-up for comparison too. Dural wasn't much of a bully but he pushed his luck.

"That's ok, Toby. It was kinda funny," Noah replied.

Samir wore the most bewildered expression of all his friends because he was the only one not to know Noah was a nudist. Or interested in nakedness at least. Noah pulled on socks and pants and school trousers while his friends thought about how to respond. Despite his reassurances, Ronan also felt guilty about not helping his new friend.

<<Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven, even though we didn't deserve it.>>

Ronan had been reading Richard Siken and Herman, the voice, had been randomly reading it back to him in disjointed non sequiturs.

"You thought it was funny? You know quite a lot of boys saw you were... saw your little... not too little, I mean... sorry," Ronan stumbled clumsily.

Ronan had not expected to see Noah naked again so soon after their erotic encounter at the weekend. He was rather besotted with Noah. Toby, Samir and Matty chuckled at the awkward commentary but they also had questions.

"Why are you hairless?" Matteo jumped right into the quick of it.

"Oh, I... eh..." Noah had chuckled at Ronan's stumble and now karma was repaying him.

"We had a bet on the football," Ronan helped.

<<Which football, dumbass?>>

"What game?" Samir asked interestedly.

<>

Noah was putting on his school shirt and left Ronan to help make the excuses since Ronan was the only one who really knew why he was hairless.

"The Southampton... Wigan... Kilmarnock... game?" Ronan tested.

<<Oh for fuck sake. I'm outta here.>>

Toby, Samir, Mateo and even Noah burst out laughing.

"Ok, there's a lot to unpack there. First is, you know football matches only have two teams, right?" asked Matty; "The second is, two of those teams are English Premier League and the other is Scottish Premiership. Third, none of them was playing at the weekend."

Ronan waited a beat - half expecting a pithy comment from Herman, his invisible stalker.

"Football is the one with hockey sticks, right?" Ronan replied - this time with deliberate ignorance.

The boys all laughed again.

With Noah dressed and almost everyone already out of the changing room, the friends also left.

"So, you're not going to tell us then?" asked Toby huffily.

"Tell you what?" Noah asked innocently.

"Why you're shaved down there. And why Ronan is making your excuses," Toby said grumpily.

Ronan had already encountered the jealous side of Toby (shortly before Noah's birthday) and it was rearing its ugly head again. Toby had tried to get over his jealousy of Ronan's addition to their group and he was finding it hard to figure out why he resented it so much.

Because Noah was obviously close to him? Close in what way? Toby could have been that close to Noah too if he'd wanted to be, right? Close in what way? But Toby had insisted he wasn't into boys in that way... then why so jealous?

Noah hadn't expected such a hostile return to the question of why he'd shaved his pubes and didn't like the way Toby had asked. Toby might be his best friend, but he was being a real dick about it.

"It's none of your business," Noah responded.

There was an awkward silence, filled quickly by the group jester.

"Oh, I stand corrected there was a Southampton, Wigan, Kilmarnock game at the weekend," Mateo said - looking up from his mobile phone with a cheeky tension-defusing grin.

It was the end of the school day - the Sixth Form had the luxury of PE as their last class of the day. The boys headed for the exit and the mood had been subdued. Toby didn't bother saying goodbye, he just stormed off.

"What's up with that guy?" Matty asked when Toby was out of earshot.

"I'm not sure. I'm his best friend but he's been really... I dunno..." Noah said.

"His mood has been crap for a few weeks," Samir observed; "I've tried talking to him but he doesn't want to tell me anything."

"I'll tell you all my secrets if you want?" Matty said to Sam, linking arms with him.

"No, you're alright," Samir replied humorously.

Samir and Matty often walked each other home so they departed to leave Noah and Ronan as the last boys standing.

"Thanks for trying to help, Ronan," Noah expressed his gratitude.

"I didn't do a very good job. But I tried," Ronan admitted.

<<I tried that one time, high school, second lunch, and then again, years later, in the chlorinated pool.>>

"I'm glad you didn't tell them about the Halloween party," Noah confessed.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Noah," Ronan assured him; "I'll catch you later."

<<Goodbye. Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all in heaven. But there's a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle.>>

SATURDAY 07TH NOVEMBER 2020

Noah's arrangements to meet My Godetia were exiting and terrifying in equal measure. Noah was well aware that sixteen-year-old boys meeting a strange man had all the hallmarks of grooming but Noah had entered this with an open mind and open eyes.

He had spent hours on Google and Sextr learning more about the mysterious man.

Firstly, godetia was both a thoroughbred Racehorse and also a flowering plant in western North America - otherwise known as Clarkia amoena or farewell to spring.

Secondly, his screen name (WaitingForGodetia) was a play on the William Beckett play Waiting for Godot about two men called Vladimir and Estragon waiting for a man called Godot to appear. Spoiler: he doesn't. Second spoiler: Godot is not God - though it would explain why he never appears.

At the very least, his curiosity and inquiring mind had led Noah to read the play, his favourite line was: "Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased."

Noah learned that Mr Godetia was a renown organiser of EMARP events in Five Dukes County and beyond. Five Dukes consisting of a city, multiple large towns and even more multiple small towns and villages. Mr Godetia wrote of the popularity of EMARP events in the area on his Sextr blog in his private page:

[For over 200 years, Brighton has built a reputation as the UK's most LGBTQ friendly location. How Brighton became synonymous with the commitment to tolerance and diversity and the seaside capital of gay culture is the subject of a previous blog that you can find HERE.

So, what of Five Dukes and its reputation as a cultural centre for "bawdy" sexual behaviour? Five Dukes is east of Brighton but where the latter is well-publicised and even nationally (dare I say internationally) celebrated as an LGBTQ hub, Five Dukes has remained reserved.

It is reserved for behaviour far less publicly celebrated than Pride marches.

I have personally been organising Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing (EMARP) events for six years and have never found a place more amenable than Five Dukes County. We've fought hard to make that possible, worked hard to make it a safe place for people to express, watch and participate in sexuality.]

"You must be Noah," a voice interrupted the boy.

Noah looked up to see a man in his mid-thirties; he was a few inches short of six feet, he had brown hair and eyes and a trendy beard that was short and sexy. Noah wasn't sure what he had been expecting but the mischievous face before him wasn't it.

"And you must be Mr Godetia," Noah replied.

"Please, call me Mason," the man replied and sat in front of Noah.

Noah was dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a hoodie with a jacket over the back of his chair. In comparison, Mason was wearing black trousers, a white shirt with colour-swirling dots on it and a body-hugging grey cardigan. Mason took off his jacket and placed over the back of his own chair.

They had met in a cafe in the shopping centre in the middle of Dukesbridge city centre on a busy Saturday afternoon - the perfect place to not get abducted by a sex trafficking stranger. Across the table from him, Mason smiled at Noah in a benevolent way.

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now, Mason," Noah confessed.

"Relax. I liked your blog from the app," Mason was cautious not to just say Sextr.

Meeting publicly was safer for both of them but Mason was still acutely aware that a thirty-five-year-old man should not be overhead talking to a sixteen-year-old boy about a sex-blogging and dating apps. Similarly, for the sake of discretion, Mason said "blog" instead of "dirty pictures of a shirtless and/ or naked teenager."

Mason didn't mention that he had also seen Noah's Live-Me video of him jerking off; he wouldn't mention it because Noah had been fifteen at the time and Mason was not a pervert. Mason did scout Sextr for talent and Noah was certainly cute but he didn't make a habit of recruiting sixteen-year-olds; he'd only ever appraised one other model of Noah's age. Mason knew money when he saw it though and Noah would be an attractive addition to his team of actors and models.

"Oh, good," Noah replied.

"And your questionnaire responses were awesome too," Mason added.

"It was a fun questionnaire," Noah confessed.

Questions about his sexual preferences, experiences, fetishes, interests... his penchant for nudity had come up. It was the thing that Mason was most interested in.

"Will I jump straight to the point?" Mason asked.

Noah nodded and took a slurp from his smoothie. Mason wet his mouth with coffee - almost black, just a tiny suggestion of milk. Mason kept his voice low and although the better part of valour is discretion, there was no discreet way to say what he needed to say next.

"You know what EMARP is?" Mason said rather than asked; "There aren't many people who are predisposed to participating in that kind of thing as the centre of attention. We call them models or actors. Many people turn up to watch and see the events unfold but few want to do the..." Mason dropped his voice; "Lewd bit."

"I'd love to see an EMARP. I don't even know where the events take place," Noah admitted.

"The location isn't so much a secret as it is... need to know," Mason replied. "Five Dukes is a solidly conservative area. The pearl clutchers got very upset when they heard about sexually explicit role-playing events involving the exhibition of nudity, onanism and intercourse."

"I never heard that," Noah confessed.

"We spent years developing our own site and they spent years keeping things quiet. The Tory prudes agreed to back off on the condition that we didn't advertise such an unscrupulous activity was centred in their precious city," Mason explained.

"So, do you have a studio or something?" Noah enquired politely.

"It's an old school at the edge of the city. We converted it so it's almost entirely open plan but the interior can be reconfigured with fake walls to create... let's call them sets. It depends on the kind of event we're making," Mason said; "We also own the grounds around the building so we've fabricated a realistic outdoor set as well."

"So, what kind of set are you picturing me on?" Noah asked.

"Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing," Mason reminded Noah of the abbreviation's meaning. "Dozens or hundreds of people can turn up for our events. It could involve a school set with a naughty student, let's say played by you, and the attendees get to be fellow students who watch you getting paddled."

Now he was very careful indeed not to be overheard.

"Or perhaps a hospital set and you're injured and get stripped for theatre. Once you're naked, we accidentally leave the curtain open in the emergency room so all the nurses, doctors and patients see you... maybe you need a bed bath?" Mason raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Noah thought it all sounded benign and silly; explicit only in the sense that he would be naked.

"I get it. Or maybe I'm a life model and I get a boner?" Noah ventured.

Mason chuckled but he was glad the kid had caught on so fast - he wouldn't be surprised when that part of his career started.

"If I asked you to do that, would you?" Mason asked.

"Hell yea. That sounds awesome," Noah answered.

Mason knew very few debut actors who were so shamelessly excited at the thought of exposure.

"What if someone you knew saw you? That could be embarrassing," Mason said.

Noah's penchant for embarrassment was what Mason had liked most about his questionnaire.

"I guess it would be. But I think I'd like it... it would be exciting. And you'd protect me, right?" Noah answered.

"Attendees are sworn to secrecy over all actors and events they witness. Very few people who come to see our events want to earn themselves a lifetime ban," Mason answered.

"I'm only..." Noah dropped his voice; "I'm only sixteen."

Mason nodded carefully.

"Sixteen is age of consent, Noah. You can consent to participate or to decide to walk away. I admit that most of our actors are eighteen to thirty years old. A few are older," Mason said.

The older actors appealed because not every EMARP attendee was looking for a twink or a boytoy; admittedly, most were.

"Sixteen is the age of consent but... photography of actors under eighteen..." Noah started to say.

Fucking informed people made Mason's job hard sometimes.

"Yes, I know," Mason interrupted – he didn't want Noah dwelling the legal complications.

"I don't mind," Noah supplied.

Mason decided to dodge that particular bullet for now.

"It's a live event, Noah. That's why attendees have to actually attend to experience it. It also makes each event unique. You, or any of our actors, can quit or change their mind any time," Mason explained while carefully directing Noah's attention away from the issue of photography and recording.

"It sounds like it could be fun," Noah said with a titter of excitement.

"Every time is different but we do need to get the venue organised for each event," Mason pointed out. "We're just closing up a set just now and getting ready for the next one. Based on the answers in your questionnaire, it should be right up your ally," he added.

"What's the new set going to be?" Noah asked.

"A museum," Mason replied and elaborated when Noah wore an expression that looked bored by the premise; "Attendees love the events that involve actors exposing themselves and actors like you want to be exposed."

"Why would I be naked in a museum?" Noah enquired.

"You're a live model. A live exhibit that everyone will come to see," Mason said.

"Like Michelangelo's David?" Noah said.

"Michelangelo's David is over five metres tall, about seventeen feet," Mason pointed out.

"Like a petite Michelangelo's David?" Noah retorted. "When can we do this?" Noah asked.

Mason chuckled at Noah's charm, quick wit and enthusiasm.

"How does three weeks today work for you?" Mason asked.

Three weeks!

In three weeks, Noah was going to be naked in a room full of strangers.

Mason had picked up on Noah's suggestion about being a life model and it was a scenario he had organised before so it could be set up quickly. Noah was nervous but very excited. He knew it was insane but the idea of being naked and pretending he was an art exhibit was just amazing. Noah had no idea how many people would see his bum and his hairless pits and his penis but it was exhilarating to think about.

"I kind of shaved last weekend," Noah had told Mason as they left the cafe.

Mason looked at Noah's face and gave his chin a stroke, pulling at his beard.

"No, not my face. At this rate I'll only need to shave my face once every five years," Noah mocked himself. "No, I mean... I shaved other things."

Mason laughed softly.

"I see. Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Lots of models shave. We've got hairy models, amputee models, short models, tall models, models of different races and ethnicities and cultures..." Mason listed; "Being a smooth boy won't be a barrier."

"Great," beamed Noah.

"So... three weeks?" Mason asked.

"Just tell me where," Noah replied.

Noah got home and spent the night watching Netflix with his dad, Daniel and Jamie.

Jamie's parents were home from holiday and although he was welcome at home and his parents were cool, Jamie had moved back into the spare room next to Noah's. Jamie's parents knew their son had hosted a Halloween party and didn't object; they probably didn't know about the naked teenager at the party though.

Jamie had moved out because he enjoyed the freedom he'd acquired during university and then living with his best friend. With Daniel and Noah's dad out of the country for most of the year on secondment, the lads felt like they had the rule of the roost.

Covid-19 had been an unexpected bump during which Jamie had gone home and Noah had cultivated his nudism. Now, everyone in the house knew about Noah's nudism and he didn't need to hide it from anyone.

Noah liked having Jamie around the house. Since everyone seemed comfortable with Noah's nudity, the sixteen-year-old was perfecting ways to hide errant boners (usually caused by looking at Jamie) and sneak peeks at Jamie as often as possible.

After his dad had gone to bed, Noah too headed upstairs. Noah was very excited about what his first EMARP would be like but it was three weeks away and Mason had not given him any more details. He explained that surprise elements made it a more exciting scenario for the actor and the audience.

Sat in his room, Noah found other things to occupy his attention. He spent time on Sextr - frequenting blogs focusing on sexy guys, shirtless guys, guys in swimwear, guys in underwear, guys legs, guys bums... Noah was hard and making a mess of his floor - so what else was new.

BurlingtonBoi remained a good online friend who's taste in twinky young men was a great match for Noah's interests. He was just thinking about jerking off when he heard Daniel and Jamie in the hallway sharing a laugh and departing to their rooms. Noah glanced at the clock – it was getting late and the twenty-one-year olds were turning in for the night.

Noah crept into the dark hall - the only light in the house came from the rooms of the boys - and crept towards Jamie's room. He tapped the door, barely audibly, and turned the handle silently. Noah didn't want his brother hearing him visit Jamie's room.

Noah opened the door and saw Jamie undressed to a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Jamie had a swimmers physique consisting of nice arms with toned biceps and strong legs with muscular thighs and calves. Jamie's pale ginger hair was replicated on his furry legs and Noah looked to Jamie's bare feet - if feet could be hot, Jamie had hot feet.

Jamie turned, his blue eyes filling with surprise as he took in the sudden appearance of the naked sixteen-year-old with a leaking erection. Noah could see Jamie's eyes dilate - that meant he was attracted, right?

Noah reached for his dick, touching the head first so his hand slopped though the sticky discharge and smeared it along the shaft of his decently sized teen cock. Noah gave his dick a good stroke, watching to see what Jamie did next. Jamie's breathing had quickened and his broad chest looked magnificent even with the t-shirt on. In his boxers, Jamie's penis pressed out and thickened at the sight of the sexy interloper.

Jamie tried to remind himself that Noah was Jamie's little brother. Indeed, Jamie and Daniel had been friends for eleven years. Daniel had been ten years old when the McNelis family moved to Five Dukes; Jamie had been ten too so he had known Noah since he was nearly five years old.

Noah had changed a lot in that time.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Noah said in a sotto voice.

Jamie appreciated the teen didn't want Daniel or his dad to overhear him. Jamie didn't want Bruce of Dan to overhear them either.

"I can't get used to the fact it's all been shaved off," Jamie replied with a grin.

Noah continued to stroke himself but slid his other hand over his smooth pubis and then lifted his arm to expose his hairless armpit too. Jamie's familiarity with the gay shaving paradigm extended as far as porn - to see it up close was fascinating. Noah didn't look younger per se - he was sixteen and looked sixteen. Noah looked boyish but not childish, like a young adult but not mannish. The shaving of all his hair gave a sexy and innocent quality to an already sexy an innocent frame.

"My legs were already smooth, you know," Noah told him.

"I know," Jamie replied.

Daniel's legs were quite smooth too – Noah was very much a compact version of his big brother. Jamie watched Noah turn so his pert little ass was on show - Dan had a great ass but it wasn't so petite. Indeed, Dan had a great eight-inch cock compared to Noah's six and a quarter inches but Dan was five years older. Would Noah inherit a monster cock too? On his shorter and skinnier frame, that could be awesome.

"I've never shaved my ass, does it look smooth to you?" Noah implored.

The teenager was trying to seduce him and Jamie didn't mind. Jamie approached the boy and put a hand on each mound of the sixteen-year-olds buttocks. Noah bent over as Jamie gently parted his cheeks to see a perfectly smooth and pink hole; Noah's buttocks were warm and compact Jamie could imagine his tongue slipping into the crack between them.

"What do you want, Noah?" Jamie asked at last.

He let go of the boy mounds and strode back to his bed. Jamie could feel his cock swing inside his boxers, quaking for full arousal but presently staying hidden from the horny teen in his room.

"Honestly?" Noah asked and when Jamie nodded, he added; "You. I want you."

"You want me?" Jamie repeated.

"Inside me," Noah explained.

Jamie scoffed at the suggestion. Ever since Noah had caught Dan (his heterosexual big brother) fucking Jamie's ass, there had been a looming promise of more sexy encounters. Jamie couldn't deny his interest had been piqued since Noah started walking around naked, showing off his dick and balls every day, but Jamie had avoided indulging vulgar fantasies. Now that Noah was sixteen, he was old enough to consent to sex if he wanted to - the question was, did Jamie want to?

"I'm a lot older than you, Noah," Jamie said.

"I want you to fuck me," Noah replied; "And I have eyes so I've seen the way you look at me... you want to fuck me too. Right?"

Jamie looked embarrassed.

"I'm not making fun of you. I like it... I like you looking at me, Jamie," Noah told the twenty-one-year-old.

Noah spent a lot of his free time at home naked so Jamie couldn't help but look at him.

"I'm a bit older than you," Jamie tried again.

"Great," Noah said happily; "A second ago you were a lot older, now you're just a bit... sounds like we're getting closer to your comfort zone."

Jamie laughed at the teenage excitement, the sexual energy and the naive anticipation. Noah was right, Jamie had reassessed if he was too old or old enough. Actually, he was reassessing if Noah was old enough. Jamie saw a beautiful boy who reminded him of Daniel in many ways. Dan liked to fuck sometimes but he wasn't gay (he'd agreed to hetero-flexible) and Jamie very much wished he had been the kind of guy who fell mutually in love with his best friend.

His best friend's brother perhaps?

It was insanity to even consider that. He had never thought he'd even contemplate sex with someone five years younger. Noah closed the space between them and put his right hand on Jamie's chest, his fingers slipped over the neck of the t-shirt and pulled it down so he could see Jamie's sexy torso. Noah other hand took the bottom of Jamie's shorts on the right leg and wiped his snotty cock on it.

Jamie smirked and leaned over to kiss the shorter boy; Noah looked up and their lips met. It was a nice, tender and leisurely kiss - no tongues entered the wrong mouth for now, just a slight parting of the lips and the occasional flick of tongue.

When Noah stepped closer, Jamie felt a hard-on against his leg and his own penis stiffened. Noah reached for the bottom of Jamie's t-shirt and together they lifted it off. Noah pressed his body against Jamie's, feeling the bigger and stronger chest like a tight embrace. No sooner than Jamie's chest was exposed than Noah's mouth met the brown button of Jamie's right nipple.

Jamie put his hands on Noah's skinny biceps, his hands so big he could nearly close his grip around the teenagers arms. Noah moved to the other nipple so Jamie dropped his hands and reached for Noah's penis. He felt the sticky discharge of pre-cum and lots of it.

Noah moaned and tilted his head to look at Jamie again. Noah moved in for a kiss that was passionate and this time did involve tongues. Noah loved the feel of big hands on his cock - Jamie's size and build made him feel small on the outside but giant on the inside. Noah felt ten feet tall as his sexuality worked to seduce the older person in the room. It was eye opening to realise he had such power.

"Fuck me, Jamie," Noah said breathlessly.

"Have you ever done that before, Noah?" asked Jamie.

"I'm a virgin. Fuck me, Jamie."

The very idea of popping the cherry of his best friend's brother was scandalous yet Jamie knew Daniel well. Dan would be quite happy for them to have sex - he would probably think it was funny and as long as they were safe would not think less of either of them.

"Pull my shorts down," Jamie said while he thought.

Noah was only too happy to comply - he squatted in front of the big boy and tugged the shorts until an almost hard cock sprang free. Jamie's cock dropped but it was firm and swollen and when Noah kissed it, the organ responded by becoming fully hard and rose until it was horizontal. Jamie's cock was seven and a half inches and Noah could not resist slipping his lips over the head of the big head.

"Oh... stop, get up," Jamie pleaded.

Noah stopped and got up and kissed Jamie's lips with the taste of cock on them.

"If you've never done this before... It might hurt a little," Jamie told him.

"I've put fingers up there," Noah assured him.

Jamie smiled indulgingly - his cock was bigger than a finger or two.

"Get on the bed and put some fingers up there while I get wrapped up," Jamie told him.

Noah lay on his back and bent his legs until his heels met his buttocks. Jamie threw a tube of lube onto the bed and Noah squeezed some onto his finger before reaching around to touch his hole. It was sensitive and yielded to his touch as Noah slowly slipped the tip of his finger inside and then probed deeper. His finger glided in and out of the languidly stretching hole and Noah felt tingling all over his body; the knuckle of his finger felt like it was pushing and pulling on the sphincter, like an arrowhead caught in a wound.

Jamie watched Noah finger himself - it was so hot. He had seen Noah naked around the house and spied him hard in bed but to watch the sexy little fucker finger himself was delightful. Noah was a dirty little twink; naked, hairless, legs spread with one arm behind his head and the other probing between his legs.

Noah's palm kneaded his hairless balls while another finger joined the first. Untouched, Noah's cock drizzled precum that slopped over the head of his exposed dick. Jamie would have been happy to just watch the horny display but then he remembered the condom in his hand, which he put on and approached the bed.

"If you want me to stop, just say so. Ok?" Jamie asked.

"Do it, Jamie. I'm ready," Noah replied.

"We'll take it nice and slow," Jamie said - trying to be responsible while being totally irresponsible.

Jamie knelt on the bed and shuffled forward until he was between Noah's legs. He leaned in over Noah and held his cock just behind the glans; when the head of his cock met Noah's hole, the sixteen-year-old jiggled with excitement.

Jamie was well aware of the sensitivity of the anus and the sphincter itself could be very pleasurable even before the cock touched anything inside. He held his cock against the virgin hole, keeping the pressure even and gently increasing it until the tight and hairless hole began to spread.

Noah's hand gripped his knees, which parted slightly and Jamie drank in the sight of the naked boy - his chest and bare pubis and hairless scrotum; Jamie had never had sex with someone so completely smooth before, it felt tawdry yet all his favourite porn involved shaved guys.

Noah's face wore an expression of intense concentration, his eyes fixed on his cock and the big dick sinking inside him. Jamie felt his cock pop into the hole and with it, Noah's cherry was popped.

"Oh my fucking god," Noah whimpered.

Noah bit his fist and tossed his head back as Jamie slid inside the virgin. Jamie's cock advanced slowly, it's girth spreading the tight pink hole.

"You're so fucking tight," Jamie moaned, his hand sliding up Noah's flat belly.

When Jamie's cock was halfway deep, he pulled back until the head of his cock caught – just like Noah's knuckle - like trying to pull and arrow from a wound. Noah moaned and his face was a Picasso of different emotions: pleasure, discomfort, longing, delight and giddiness... just a hint of pain. Noah bit his lip as Jamie took it slow - pushing back in and after a few minutes.

Beyond the sensations inside him, Noah became aware of the noise – the grunting of the man inside him and the slap of balls against smooth skin. Jamie was a magnificent, muscular and sweaty vision of perfection.

Noah could not believe his big brother's best friend was fucking his virgin ass.

"Oh fuck, this is... this is..." Noah exhausted.

"You want to jerk yourself at the same time?" Jamie suggested.

Noah laughed dizzy excitement and took a hold of his erection. Jamie and Noah noticed that the untouched dick had leaked so much precum, it had pooled onto Noah's tummy. Jamie reached past the fist pumping cock and dipped his finger into the pre-climactic goo and then tasted it. The boy juice was sweet and moreish.

Jamie got into a rhythm in which he was able to pull back and then plunge deep - Noah grunted when Jamie thrust to the hilt but seemed to enjoy it. There was no better visual than Noah stretched out and jerking himself while Jamie pumped his cock inside the teenager. Noah had a big cock for his age, it leaked more onto his abdomen and his hand was sticky from it.

"I'm going to cum in a second," Jamie warned.

"Go for it, I'll catch up," Noah replied delightedly.

Jamie's cock erupted with thick hot cum contained safely in the condom. He continued to fuck the deflowered boy for another minute until his balls ached and his whole penis was over-sensitive with stimulation.

Jamie turned his attention to Noah, watching him jerk his dick without shame that he was being watched by a man five years older. Jamie pulled his cock out and slid off the bed, standing at the foot of it and looking at Noah. Noah's ass was open and the pink hole closed as Jamie watched it. The hairless hole led to a hairless perineum, then bald balls and not a single hair atop the six-inch dick. Jamie tidied his dick up as he watched Noah finish himself off; Noah meanwhile could not take his eyes off the gorgeous twunk. When Noah came, it was hot and messy - nearly spraying the wall behind his head.

Cum landed mostly on his chest and abdomen but a spurt caught his chin, bringing a smile to Noah's face. Noah was breathless and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed but otherwise remaining prone.

"That was... that was great," Noah reported.

Jamie took pity on the lad and stepped back to the bed.

"You've got a little something on your face, let me get it for you," Jamie said.

Jamie leaned over and kissed Noah's smooth chin - not even a hint of stubble. Noah shifted and soon they were kissing before Jamie could even swallow the blob of spunk. Jamie drew back and admired the impressive spray of jizz across Noah's body.

"You cum so much," Jamie complimented; "Let me get you a towel."

Jamie tossed a hand towel that was destined for the laundry - he'd used it an hour ago to dry his hair after a shower. Noah liked the idea of using Jamie's moist, soiled towel and indulged the idea of stealing Jamie's used underwear sometime. He'd have to keep in mind the sexual possibilities of used or soiled apparel - especially since Jamie was so much bigger – much like when he'd borrowed Ronan's clothes. Jamie's clothes would ill-fit the comparably tiny kid and that in itself offered exciting scenarios.

"What are you thinking?" Jamie asked.

Jamie sat on the bed beside Noah's right knee - Noah sat up and instead of speaking hugged Jamie. Jamie reciprocated and the skin-to-skin was hot and tender.

"That was amazing. I'm glad it was you," Noah said.

"Good. I'm glad you liked it," Jamie said with reservation.

Noah could read Jamie's mind.

"I won't tell Dan, don't worry," Noah promised.

"Dan wouldn't mind, I just..." Jamie shrugged.

"Want to keep it between us?" Noah finished.

"You can tell him if you want. I would never ask you to keep it a secret," Jamie insisted.

Noah understood that there was nothing wrong with what they'd done but it was still taboo – because of the age difference, the friendship and the fact they'd known each other since they were prepubescent.

"It's not a secret, I'm just not telling him yet," Noah said.

"Ok," Jamie replied but he was relieved.

Jamie nodded bashfully - a little embarrassed by his attraction to the younger boy.

"I should sneak back to my room," Noah said.

"Good idea," Jamie agreed.

Noah bounced to his feet and crossed the room. He looked back to see Jamie pull his shorts back on and Noah licked his lips at the sight of the sexy man. He realised he was staring and Jamie chuckled at the attention. Noah put his hand on the door handle and realised:

1. He was still naked, and; 2) he was right next to Jamie's laundry hamper.

Noah lifted the lid and saw boxers inside waiting to be washed

"Can I borrow your underwear?" Noah asked with a grin.

Jamie nodded and Noah slipped his feet into them - as he thought, they were far too big and he had to hold them up like he's had to hold Ronan's shorts. They were a little damp with sweat and Noah thought Jamie had probably worn them to the gym.

"Goodnight, Jamie," said Noah.

"Goodnight, Noah," Jamie replied.

Noah slipped out into the dark hall and stepped to the left, back towards his own bedroom - he was looking forward to cumming again - this time into Jamie's soiled boxers.

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