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 Thirty-Eight: Noah, the Unforgettable Nature Boy
Unforgettable that's what you are, Unforgettable though near or far, Unforgettable in every way, And forever more that's how you'll stay... (Nat King Cole, Unforgettable)
To think that Noah had once considered himself shy felt unbelievable now. The list of Noah's adventures, misadventures, exhibitions, exposures and sexual partners was north of three dozen by now.
Naked at home, naked in role playing events, a few naked school escapades – Noah could not get enough of being nude. His brother Daniel had been integral to discovering the extent (less so the limits) of his interests. Daniel had even arranged for Noah to be a naked ambassador for the school during the summer holidays.
The last summer holidays had started naked on a beach in France and now Noah was on his way to a role-playing event in which he would probably be exposed to a large group of people (they were after all called Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing - EMARP), aroused and who knew what else.
Noah barely even protested now. Whenever an opportunity presented himself, he was game for anything. Daniel had tested Noah with a series of embarrassing events and Noah worried that a time would come when it would all be over.
Daniel had already arranged for more embarrassing events but in the short term it was Mr Godetia (who organised the EMARP) who assured Noah that he would dream up something that would guarantee his embarrassment would continue.
"How?" Noah asked.
SATURDAY 24TH JULY 2021
The boy beside Noah huffed, wiped his forehead and then said; "It's hotter than Satan's asshole today."
Noah chuckled at this. He didn't know the lad who looked a few years older than him but he was friendly and very cute. He was wearing shorts and t-shirt and his trainers had no socks. Noah checked out the lad's legs and arms and smiled appreciatively at them; his t-shirt concealed a lean physique and Noah wished he could see underneath the shirt.
A cool wind would have been welcome but the only breeze was warm, tussling Noah's hair that was getting longer by the day. The summer holidays had started with a heatwave. The temperatures were glorious and had guaranteed Noah's favourite things about summer: boys in shorts, lads in shorts, men in shorts, shirtlessness in public... there was a theme developing here.
Before Noah could reply to the comment about the July heat, the lad spoke again.
"Oh, by the way, your t-shirt is inside out," he said benignly.
On his way to the bus stop, Noah had seen four boys he didn't know, all around his own age, strutting down the street with their tops off. Their yummy tummies were on show, their lean chests and just smatterings of hair on some of them. Noah nearly got a boner which would have been tricky to hide in the small shots he was wearing.
They'd also laughed at him – well, sniggered, and looked twice. Noah had been simultaneously flattered and annoyed. Were they mean boys making fun of him? Apparently yes because his t-shirt was inside out.
The summer holidays had started on Thursday, after his spell of trouble at the eventful talent show, and now Noah was spending his Saturday en route to an EMARP event at the Noblehill Refined Arts Workshop (RAW, for short) Studio. The RAW was formerly a school but it had been converted into a studio that made adult content of which Noah had become something of a star despite only being sixteen. But that was Mason Godetia's problem, if it became a problem which Noah doubted.
The cute boy at the bus stop was trying not to look at Noah but Noah could feel eyes checking him out. Noah smiled in response to the cute older teen and looked over his own shoulder, pulling at the back of the neck of his t-shirt; sure enough he could see the label and his top was inside out. It was a plain white t-shirt with stipes of faded pink striding horizontally across it – it had looked more or less the same inside out or right way around.
However, it presented an opportunity for some skin exposure. Last summer Noah had been a reluctant nudist but this summer Noah was already actively planning enthusiastic exhibitionism. He might as well have a practice run.
"Thanks," Noah replied.
Noah looked at the older boy and saw an appraising gaze that wasn't torn away fast enough – the boy had checked him out. This was going to be fun.
Noah gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, crossing his arms over and pulled up and over; the action revealed his thin body and his sparse armpits were exposed for a moment too. Noah had retained a boyish appearance not because he hadn't physically matured but because as his active lifestyle developed muscles, his body stretched with height too.
Noah stood with his t-shirt off and felt the sun blast down on him. Shirtless boys were not unusual in the summertime but Noah felt like a spotlight was on him – like every passing eye would be looking at the boy in small shorts without his top on. He loved the imagined attention and it wasn't wholly imagined anyway because someone was looking.
"I'm Noah, by the way," Noah said, as he pulled his t-shirt over his right shoulder and turned to face the lad.
"Henry," he replied – his eyes trying not to search the boy-body now on show for him.
Noah rubbed his hand across his flat stomach and then up the centre of his chest, wiping a faint sheen of odourless sweat from his smooth skin. Noah locked eyes with Henry as he brushed his fingers across his left nipple.
"You are such a cock tease," said Henry with an approving laugh.
Noah looked up and down the street – there was no sign of the bus he was waiting for and no-one passing on their side of the street. There were a couple of pedestrians on the other side but no-one that concerned Noah for his next course of action.
Noah tugged his little shorts down a little, lengthening and emphasising the silky gap from his belly button to the root of his penis. A hint of pubes, for that was all he had, revealed themselves and Noah happily sank his hand into his shorts. Noah gripped his small, floppy, three-inch penis with a hand and tugged it until it was half hard.
"You were saying?" Noah replied.
Henry was amazed at the free show he was getting and intermittently took it in while also looking around to check he wasn't being punk'd.
"How old are you?" Henry asked with a chuckle.
"Sixteen. How old are you?" Noah retorted.
"Nineteen," Henry supplied – he still looked slightly uncomfortable checking Noah out.
"Sorry, Henry... it's not fair to tease you, is it?" Noah asked.
Without even checking, Noah poked the tip of his dick out the leg of his shorts.
Henry breathed in at the sight of the penis. Noah was not fully hard – about four inches in total, but it eased out another half inch just from the excitement of exposing himself. The bus shelter partially concealed Noah and Henry from the road but the Perspex windows meant anyone paying attention would see the head of Noah's exposed dick.
"Is this like... a bait or something?" Henry asked.
"No," Noah replied – such a thing wouldn't even occur to Noah. "Why would it be?"
"'Cause you just took your dick out... at a bus stop... on a busy road beside a busy street... in the middle of the day... anyone could see you, Noah," Henry said.
"You're not just anyone," Noah flirted.
Noah's fingers tweaked the head of his dick and it filed out even more. The spongy tissue filled with blood, inflating and bloating the cock and expelling dribble of precum too. The final inches became fat and hard without Noah even touching himself – well, he caressed his hairless thigh. His t-shirt chose that moment to slip from his shoulder just as a car passed with some rowdy young guys in it. They cheered at him like yobs – it was hard to tell if they'd seen his cock peeking out or if they were just loutish. Noah imagined it was because they had seen him topless, his shorts exposing hairless legs and barely covering his boyish thighs. Had they seen the head of his erection, weeping precum down his thigh like a kid who couldn't hold his bladder?
"You're insane, Noah," said Henry but he was clearly turned on.
There was a tent in Henry's shorts – his cock making a dent in the front of his shorts that Noah would have been delighted to suck.
"Touch me," Noah said.
That was all he said – beseeched – but Henry could see in Noah's face that he wasn't joking. Henry licked his fingers to make them slick and then reached forward, his fingers making intimate contact with the head of Noah's cock. The exposed glans was sensitive and pulsing - emitting gooey precum that eliminated the need for Henry to lick his fingers again.
"Fucking hell, that's hot. Your dick is so leaky," Henry said.
Noah loved the compliments about his pre-um.
"Can I see more?" Henry dared with a glance up and down and across the street.
Noah grinned and looked around too – Noah of course was audacious. A nudist and an exhibitionist who liked risk and enjoyed the thrill of exposure. Henry wanted to see more - more than the head of Noah's erect penis sticking out the leg of his short shorts? Noah nodded because... well, of course he nodded.
Henry gently nudged the leg of Noah's shorts so it slid back along the shaft of Noah's cock inch by inch until the entire 6.6 inches were exposed. Noah's balls remained safely contained within the shorts but spurts of pubic hair from around Noah's dick added to the exposure.
Noah marvelled at his exhibition – on a public road in the middle of the afternoon in summer – shirtless and with his dick exposed. Sure, hardly anyone had seen him and the cars were going so fast they'd never be sure that they'd seen what they thought they'd seen but it was still exciting.
Noah's cock was practically pinned against his smooth thigh by the shorts and Henry stroked him while taking chances to touch Noah's legs too. Henry's hand left Noah's cock to caress all around Noah's thighs; all he felt was smooth skin and the softest of invisible, downy hair.
"What if you got caught?" Henry asked.
"That would be exciting," Noah replied.
"You wouldn't feel humiliated?" Henry asked.
"That too," Noah confessed.
The prospect of being caught with his dick out was mortifying which made it even more exciting. Noah punctuated this dichotomy by reaching into the waistband of his shorts and pulling his erection up and over it; Noah pulled the waistband down until it was hooked under his balls and his cock was standing straight out.
"You really are insane," Henry said.
"No-one's looking," Noah pointed out.
Henry could not believe Noah was sixteen – the pubes were so short and fair and his legs were hairless. Yet he had no reason to disbelieve the stranger and Noa's cock was bigger than average whether he was sixteen or younger.
"Someone could come by at any second. A bus full of people will be here any second," Henry replied.
"There's no-one here right now..." Noah said. "Can I see your dick?"
Henry snorted, "I'm not as brave as you and I'm not hard."
"I like soft dicks too. Please? Just let me peek in your shorts?" Noah asked.
Henry checked they were unobserved and then stepped closer to Noah – he was only 6.6 inches from Noah when he pulled the waistband of his shorts and underwear out and Noah looked inside. Henry's penis was flaccid but about three inches long; it was moist from the heat and surrounded by a flurry of wiry dark pubic hair. It was nice to look at but squirrelled away after a few seconds.
Noah gave his dick a few more jerks and Henry boldly added his hand to the shaft again too – it was hot and hard and it wouldn't have taken much to cum but Noah didn't want to do that before his EMARP.
"A bus is coming," Henry said and pulled his hand off Noah's cock as if it were electrified.
Sedately, Noah put his dick away and finally bent down to pick up his t-shirt – it was clean despite the ground and he pulled it on the right way this time.
"This was fun, thanks," Noah said.
"I've never seen you before but I'll never forget you..." Henry replied.
"Unforgettable, that's what I am," Noah declared
Noah went to the back of the bus while Henry went upstairs – separating, despite the minutes of intimacy, seemed like the best thing to do. While the bus trundled along, Noah sat and thought; not about Henry or pulling his dick out in the street but about where he had just come from: Toby's house.
A few hours ago, Noah had knocked on the door of Toby's house and waited. His mum answered the door and beamed at Noah with a happy smile.
"Noah, hello. Are you here to see Toby?" she asked.
"No, I'm here to see you. Do you want to hang out?" Noah replied sarcastically.
Mrs Rosenthal tilted her head and smiled at Noah. Then she slammed the door in his face.
Noah knocked a second time, giggling to himself. Toby's mum again opened the door. She beamed at Noah with a happy smile.
"Hello Noah. Are you here to see Toby?" she asked.
"I sure am, is he in?" Noah replied properly this time.
"He's upstairs and don't be so cheeky next time," she chastised him softly.
Noah bounded upstairs and knocked on Toby's bedroom door, waited a moment and then pushed inside. Toby was lying on top of his bed with his mobile phone, smiling as he typed a reply. He looked almost guilty when he saw Noah but covered it well. Who was he texting?
"Hi Noah... did we have plans?" Toby asked.
The boys had planned to meet at Noah's house later in the day. The summer holidays had started and everyone's holiday plans extended and overlapped across the six- or seven-week break from school. They wouldn't have much opportunity to all be together during the holidays.
"No, we're meeting later but I wanted to talk to you about something... about us actually," Noah said.
"Us? What do you mean us?" Toby enquired worriedly.
He had asked Noah out a few months ago. It would have been a disaster if Noah had said yes so he was glad Noah had been wiser than that. Toby still hadn't accepted himself and he had been miserable... but things had changed recently. Toby had felt less burdened and lighter.
"I mean... why didn't you tell me about Jerusalem?" Noah asked, sounding genuinely hurt. "It's a huge journey for you and... Look, I can talk with all the things I haven't shared but..."
Noah didn't know how to put his thoughts into words.
"I don't know why. I should have told you. It wasn't reciprocity if that's what you're thinking. Like, I didn't tell you stuff because you don't tell me," Toby clarified. "That's not it."
"Then what is it? I've been trying to figure out why I don't tell you everything anymore and I really don't know. What happened to us?" Noah asked.
"Things change, Noah. We're still friends and I'm happy about that. You've learned a lot about yourself in the last year and it took me a while but so have I," Toby spoke maturely.
"I miss things the way they were when..." Noah chuckled when he thought back. "When we were fourteen or fifteen. Seems like a long ago."
"There's no such thing as a long time ago," Toby replied though he wasn't sure if he was quoting someone or if he'd just made it up.
"Are we ok though?" Noah asked.
"I think we are. I think this is the way things are now," Toby said sadly. "It sucks. I miss the way things were when they were."
"Me too," Noah agreed. "Is this the way things are now?"
"I should have told you about the Wailing Wall. I didn't keep it from you out of badness or anything," Toby explained.
"I know. It's a personal thing and an important journey for you... I hope you have someone to share it with?" Noah said.
Toby paused, about to say something else but stopped himself. Toby had already hinted about having a new friend and he didn't want to say more – not when he was in the middle of repairing his oldest friendship.
"I've not even come out to my parents yet," Toby pointed out. "But I'm a little less panicked about that now. I'm just not ready but when I tell them, it won't be the end of the world."
"They love you," Noah said simply.
"Yes," Toby replied. "Mum will be fine. Dad... he'll need time but so did I."
"When you're ready, I'll be here for you. If you need me," Noah promised.
Toby nodded – "I know" the nod said.
"There's something going on with you too," Toby said eventually. "Did something happened on the last day of school that you're not telling us?"
Toby had intuited correctly but Noah hesitated too long.
"It's ok. Really, it's ok. You'll tell us when you're ready not because you think you should," Toby pressed on.
"Ok. Thanks. Now, tell me more about this exciting adventure you're going on," Noah enthused.
"There won't be any naked boys," Toby warned him with a grin.
"That's fine. How shallow do you think I am?" Noah protested. "Like... not even one though?"
Toby hit Noah gently and they both laughed.
"Oh, crap," Noah said.
He was about to miss his stop – lost in reverie as he had been. Noah mashed the STOP button on one of the poles as he stood up and jogged to the front of the bus.
"Thanks," Noah tossed casually over his shoulder to the driver as he stepped off the bus.
The bus doors closed and it moved off, leaving Noah with his short walk to the RAW Studio – the porn studio that nestled like platform 9 & 3/4, hidden in plain sight in the unlikeliest of places. Noah wondered if people around the Five Dukes towns and city knew about it. He hadn't known but Noah had been young and naïve – he was still young but a little less naïve now.
Noah had never thought much about it; the inconceivable notion that either Five Dukes County didn't know about the porn studio or they didn't talk about. He never thought much about it just as he rarely thought about the deliberate misinformation by Mr Godetia (the man who had recruited him). Misinformation was a word used in polite circles – lies would be a more colloquial synonym.
Noah was sixteen years old and technically (as in, definitely) too young to be stripping naked for a large group of people, on camera, getting aroused, masturbating, getting fondled and caressed, sucking cock, getting sucked or having anal sex. However, as far as Noah was concerned, he was old enough to do all the things he was doing, the illegal part was people pointing a camera at it.
Noah loved the Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing (EMARP) – the live events organised by Mr Godetia that were filmed using discreet cameras combined with participants personal footage. The EMARP events let Noah exhibit himself, humiliate himself and sexually develop in a safe place. It still boggled his mind that people paid to be in the same room as him while totally naked and it turned Noah on when they still had their clothes on. The attendees/ audience got their thrills from watching but Noah got his thrills from being the centre of attention.
For each event the studio was redressed, false walls were built, the rooms became offices or clinic rooms or classrooms and who knew what else. Noah had only been in five (though one was a two-parter, so perhaps six?) EMARP events so far but it was exhilarating. Today's production would make his six (or seventh) production in nine months. Was that a lot?
To date, Noah had been a life model and exhibited naked in an art gallery where boys he knew from school had been invited to ratchet up the humiliation; Noah had been photographed and then got hard and came in front of a gallery full of spectators.
Noah had participated in two separate medial roleplays. The first involved pretending to be sedated and then being stripped and fooled around with. In the second, he'd been stripped in a clinic and then... fooled around with.
The two-part EMARP had started with Noah being stripped and tied up, then milked in a school-based roleplay and left tied to the desk to be caught by his classmates. Part two farther humiliated Noah when he was paraded around the faux school.
In his last EMARP, over two months ago, Noah had participated in a photo shoot (still on the school set) for boy's clothes but he'd been naked the whole time. His nudity amongst the clothed boys had been accompanied by a tagline: Avoid the back-to-school nightmare... then a witty subheading. Nakedness at school being a classic nightmare. Noah had found it to be a very nice mare.
Without even realising it, Noah had arrived. He'd been distracted on the bus thinking about Toby and how much he'd miss his friends over the summer. Noah had been distracted a lot lately – particularly when he started thinking about the last day of school. He'd need to talk about it soon or he was going to burst but it wasn't Toby he was thinking about turning to. Ronan had become a confidant – especially after sharing the truth about his Schizophrenia.
"Hello Noah," Mason said; "Long time no see."
It had been over two months since his last EMARP. Noah had been busy with exams and school and real-life sexcapades that he 1) hadn't the time for an EMARP and, 2) had barely noticed he hadn't been humiliating himself for a camera. He'd been busy humiliating himself in reality.
"Hello, Mr Godetia," Noah said.
"Call me Mason," Mr Godetia said – reminding Noah of the first time they'd met.
Noah liked Mason but knew he was being exploited for being young and beautiful and bold. He'd once asked himself if one can really be exploited if one knows they are being exploited?
Well, yea, obviously.
"I've missed this place," Noah commented.
He nearly said "I've missed you," but that sounded much to personal. Noah missed the sexual scenarios that exploited his beauty. Noah had had real life opportunities since his last EMARP in May but returning to the RAW Studio filled Noah with a happy feeling.
"I'm glad to hear it," Mason replied; "We have missed you. It's not been the same without you."
"Because the other actors don't humiliate themselves?" Noah asked.
Mason chuckled but there was an element of truth to Noah's comment. His actors stripped and sucked, bare backed and flip-flopped, used sex toys and double penetrated; they participated in roleplaying scenarios that were standard pornographic affairs. College friends, daddy-son, brothers, delivery man, caught in the shower... Noah's scenarios were different in that they involved exposure and embarrassment for the protagonist.
"Because most actors film three or four scenes every month but you certainly provide some unique entertainment," Mason acknowledged. "You're very popular."
Today was going to be another set-up that no other actor would do and the best part was Noah didn't even ask what it involved. He turned up and was surprised, making his reactions more sincere. Mason's favourite Noah scene was part one of the school EMARP which had left Noah tied to the teacher's desk, naked and spread eagled and cum-covered with a prostate massager in his ass and a class full of boys walked in and caught him.
That cliff-hanger of a movie was the most lucrative production Mason had ever produced. Noah was a money maker and Mason hoped today would be another cash cow.
"Are you wearing underwear?" Mason asked conversationally.
Noah chuckled at Mr Godetia's forwardness and the question laughed without preface.
"I'll give you two guesses," Noah said as he gestured to his small shorts.
"No," Mason said and they shared a knowing laugh; "Lets' get you to your changing room then and you can put on your costume. It includes underwear."
"Not for long I bet," Noah replied.
They laughed again and Noah felt quite at ease with them man who paid him to get naked and engage sexually with older men. When you're sixteen, all men are older.
"No, not for long. But you know I like to surprise you with fun scenarios," Mason replied.
Stepping inside was like opening a fridge on a hot day – it was cool inside and very pleasant after the positively oppressive heat outside. When they reached Noah's changing room, Mason gestured to the costume provided.
"Shorts, t-shirt and underwear. The shorts are not as brief as the one's you're wearing right now," Mason agreed with himself.
Noah loved short shorts – especially when they were so short, they were almost a belt. He loved the feel of sitting down or bending over and knowing the cleft of his butt cheeks were exposed by the action. Noah loved knowing that his dick could poke out the legs of the shorts, embarrassingly exposing his penis by accident or design.
Noah found the outfit provided for the EMARP unremarkable. Admittedly, it was very cute; the t-shirt had a few rips (a design feature) and the regular-length denim shorts also had a few rips (also a design feature) but there was nothing strategic about the rips. Noah's exposure would come when he took them off but until then, the outfit was kind of cool.
Mason stayed in the room while Noah stripped. Noah had never been certain about Mason's sexual orientation – one didn't need to be attracted to men (or boys) to know Noah was attractive. Did Mason just have an eye for beautiful boys, or did he also have sex with the males of the species?
Noah stripped totally naked, turning to face Mason and exposed his penis to the man. Noah smiled at Mason and tried to read his mind but the man could have been thinking anything. Noah pulled on the provided hipster boxers, then his shorts and finally the t-shirt. Once he had slipped his bare feet back into a new pair of trainers, Mason opened the changing room door.
"Shall we go back outside?" Mason suggested.
"What have you got for me this time?" Noah asked.
"You could use a haircut," Mason said casually.
Whatever Noah had been expecting that was not it. It was true his blond hair had become somewhat unruly and he was due a summer haircut but he wondered how that could possibly be an exciting roleplaying production.
"What would you have done if I'd already had a haircut?" Noah asked.
Mason sniggered, "I'd have thought of something."
Noah had no doubts this was true and when he was led back outside, into the baking heat of July, it was out the back door. Noah was used to entering via the main entrance and used to the walls inside moving like Hogwarts castle as the rooms were rearranged depending on the roleplaying scenarios being created. However, it was only on his last appearance that he had discovered the façade at the rear of the building was significant too.
The rear of the building was an outdoor set that looked like a town centre with a row of shops, a road running past it and even a bus stop which made for a very convincing rural centre.
The door they exited from had a sign above it – Pushmore Bank. The tinted windows of the `bank' concealed the truth that it was merely an entrance/ exit to the utility area of the RAW Studio. The other facades contained rooms inside, like miniature sets. The other facades included: a cafe, a charity shop, a hairdresser, a betting shop and an Italian restaurant. None of them were real but each had a small room beyond the doors that added to the convincing illusion of a busy street. If he hadn't known better, Noah would have sworn the redressed East wall of the RAW was really a busy main street.
FAUX STREET was printed on a sign that defined the entire outdoor set.
Across the road from the businesses was a patch of grass surrounded by a fence and low hedges – a very small park. Noah had once been told the park was used for outdoor sex scenes and Noah wondered if that was the angle for today's scenario.
Looking around, Noah spotted people whom he knew intimately from his past EMARP events. Nico, and Liam were all four years older than him – they were hot, had nice cocks and played starring roles that usually involved them taking advantage of him. Noah also spotted Markus – an eighteen-year-old who had played the role of schoolboy during Noah's school photoshoot.
Standing in the road was Dale – he was talking into a camera. Noah rarely saw the cameras because they were expertly concealed to maintain the illusion. Indeed, when Noah first participated in EMARP he didn't know he was being recorded at all. The discretion of the cameras had always allowed Noah to loss himself in the roleplaying and imagine things really happening to him.
"While we like to create intricate scenarios that have a realistic but exaggerated quality, a lot of work goes into the production. This is your chance to glimpse behind that curtain and in the process still enjoy an exciting scenario," Dale said. Dale looked towards Noah as he added, "The preproduction problem your about to see resolved is manscaping."
Noah took less than a second to understand why Mr Godetia had been so casual about the length of Noah's hair. "What would you have done if I'd already had a haircut?" Noah had asked moments ago and now he knew that it wasn't the hair on his head that was on Mason's mind.
Noah was already lean and boyish with only small patches and flurries of feathery pubic hair. He had been shaved twice before over the last nine months and the idea of spending his summer hairless was humiliating – especially when he was going to be a naked ambassador for his school.
The thought of schoolboys, perhaps people he knew or people who knew him at least, seeing him naked on the beach was enough to cause even Noah anxiety. Everyone or anyone in the Five Dukes conurbation might see his penis in a few weeks' time.
"Mr... Mason..." Noah said while Dale continued to talk to the camera.
"What's wrong, Noah?" the man asked concernedly but there was a smirk on his lips too.
"I don't know if I want the be shaved... down there... I've been asked to volunteer for the nudist beach at Barron's Bay in a few weeks," Noah explained.
"I can understand why that might be embarrassing," Mason agreed. "Being not only totally naked in your own hometown but also totally hairless while anyone you know might see you... It sounds like a scenario I'd invent for an EMARP."
Noah cringed inside and asked hopefully; "So... I don't have to do it?"
"Of course you have to do it," Mason replied dismissively. "You're an actor, Noah. Channel your feelings into your performance."
Mason always left the exact details of a scenario a mystery for Noah.
"Dale is already introducing the behind the scenes and commentary about shaving actors but for you this is just a normal scenario," Mason continued. "The shaving is an important part of today's EMARP. Everyone is counting on you Noah."
"Oh..." Noah replied and he knew he wasn't going to get out of it.
"And here is our star now. Noah!" Dale called.
Noah approached Dale and spent a few minutes making polite conversation, but he was very self-conscious about being himself in front of the camera. What if people didn't like Noah as himself, only as the fantasy they portrayed him to be?
"Now you know how much we love creating exciting scenarios. Like the classroom, the art gallery, the medical exam..." Dale asked, reeling Noah into his own impending humiliation.
"Yes?" Noah replied.
"Are you ready for something new? Why don't you head to the barber's shop?" Dale suggested.
Noah headed for the barber shop and awaited his next embarrassment; stepping inside, there was a tinkle of a bell above the door and an enthusiastic barber turned to beam at Noah.
"Welcome! Welcome, my boy. You have just won a special haircare treatment," he said.
The barber shop was a very confined space – situated as it was at the rear of the studio and largely intended as window dressing for Faux Street. Liam and Markus took up two of the barber's chairs, leaving only one vacant – the one closest to the floor to ceiling window that looked onto the street and the beaming sunshine.
Noah rather thought he knew where this was going. He had no idea.
"What is your name little boy?" the barber said patronisingly.
"Noah."
"Noah! My family have had a business here for 100 years," the barber said. "Long time, they have been here. I say to myself, I will give free makeover to my 100th customer."
"And that was me?" Noah asked. "Lucky me."
Noah found himself smiling despite his preceding hesitance. He could see Liam and Markus grinning at him too. Noah was immediately taken in by the scenario and was excited to see what happened next.
"My son Nico will take care of you, ok?" said the barber.
The barber – if he was a barber and not just a paying audience member for the purposes of the EMARP – had looked competent so Noah was not prepared to have Nico be his barber. Noah knew Nico was twenty – as was Liam, his usual companion – but he still looked a few years younger. His skin was golden and his hair dark, curly and short.
Nico had been hovering at the back of the room and he grinned excitedly at Noah.
"Great to have you here on our special day, Noah," Nico said – a little over the top. "We have invited the local news station to record the makeover of our 100th customer... let go outside."
"Ummm..." Noah hesitated – he thought he'd be seated in the chair next to the window where whatever was about to happen would be observed by the passing audience.
Instead, Noah was hustled outside where there was already a small crowd. In the street was a barber's chair which was sat in front of a camera – the same camera Dale had been talking into earlier.
"Why don't you take a seat," Nico suggested; "Oh... maybe you should take off your t-shirt."
"Oh... why?" Noah asked.
He wasn't being difficult, he had been expecting it, but he wondered what the excuse was for a barber to ask a teenage boy to undress in the middle of a pedestrian street with cameras around.
"I have run out of capes and don't want to ruin your clothes with falling fair," Nico explained. "Besides... you have won an extra special makeover."
Noah looked at the camera man and next to him was Dale holding a microphone – they were playing the role of the local news. In front of the local news camera, Noah pulled off his t-shirt which was helpfully taken by Markus. As Noah took his seat, Dale leaned into view of the camera and offed his microphone for Noah to talk into.
"Pushmore Local News, PLNews, what is your name?" asked Dale the news reporter.
"Noah Flood," he replied sheepishly.
Noah imagined what it would be like to be shirtless on the local news – he wouldn't be nervous because he was a nudist but Noah was playing a role. Noah also imagined Mason would appreciate the way he had used his full name – the fake name given to him by the RAW Studio.
"Noah, you are the 100th customer. Are you excited to be part of the celebrations for such an expert and renown local business?" Dale asked.
Noah knew it was just a roleplay but he enjoyed the scenarios precisely because he could imagine they were real. Noah was standing facing the camera, awkwardly crossing one arm over his chest and rubbing the opposite arm. His slim body had nowhere to hide and the camera was very much like a spotlight on him.
"Oh... yes... I'm told I've won a special haircare treatment... I'm not sure what that means," Noah admitted.
"Oh, you are in for a treat, Noah," Dale said sincerely. "PLNews will record the whole thing, don't you worry."
"Why don't you take a seat, Noah," said Nico. Then, reassuringly, he added: "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
Noah took his seat and within moments heard the buzz of clippers; Noah trusted that Nico really did know what he was doing. Noah felt the clippers touch his head and it didn't take long for his blonde locks to be shorn away. The resulting buzz cut left a charming tuft of hair on top and faded to a shorter length at the sides. It was an expert and tidy style that made Noah look even younger than normal by emphasising his beautiful eyes and stubble-free face.
"You look very cute. Doesn't he look cute?" Nico asked.
A woof whistle from the pavement of Faux Street brought to Noah's attention the growing crowd. The usual EMARP audience lined the street while some were pressed into the facades of the buildings but everyone was looking at him.
There was an inevitability to Noah's exposure and he couldn't hep but appreciate the synchronicity that bordered on predestination – he had exposed himself at a bus stop a few hours ago and now he was about to be exposed on Faux Street.
"You look great," said Markus.
"Very sweet," Liam offered – emphasising Noah's youthful beauty.
"Voila," said Nico who had produced a mirror.
Noah looked adorable, angelic and beautiful.
"Do you like it, Noah?" asked Dale, holding the microphone to Noah for a response.
"Yes. Nico did a great job," Noah agreed enthusiastically.
"Let us see your armpits now," Nico said.
"What?" Noah asked in shock.
"Let's make sure we get a clear shot of the boy before and after his armpit is shaved," said Dale to the cameraman.
Noah blushed – imagine being a teenage boy and being asked to show your armpits not only in public but to a camera that was going to show it on TV to the entire county. Noah awkwardly obeyed and Nico held Noah's bicep to take a good look.
"Maybe put your hands behind your head so we can get a good look first," Markus called from the side-lines.
"You don't just win a haircut. You are our auspicious 100th on out 100th anniversary; we have something special planned. A complete haircare treatment and makeover," Nico proclaimed.
"Not much hair there to begin with," said Dale – just to embarrass Noah further. "Are you fourteen or fifteen?"
"I'm sixteen," Noah answered with a blush.
Noah Flood – his EMARP character was sixteen years old. So was Noah McNelis but that was a minor detail. A minor detail. To the sound of sniggers and giggles, Nico pulled a guard off the head of the clippers which determined the length of the cut.
He left the clippers without a guard so now they would remove hair right down to the skin and make it totally bald. The pubic hair under Noah's arms was gone in moments and he could feel Nico checking by rubbing his fingers through his armpit. The merest sense of stubble could be felt and that was all.
The other armpit got the same treatment and Noah was asked to stand up with his hands behind his head while the camera moved around him and zoomed in close on the shorn pits.
"You want to feel the softest skin?" Nico offered to Dale.
Noah was again expected to proffer his naked armpit which Dale, local reporter, stroked provocatively.
"And we haven't even applied the balm yet. Oh, just wait for that," Nico said with great excitement. "I can assure everyone watching in the street and everyone at home that this teenage boy really does have the closest shave I've ever felt," Dale reported.
"Where are you going to shave next?" Liam called from the side-lines.
Dale the reported squatted in front of Noah and stroked his legs. Starting from the ankle and up the calve. Dale tickled Noah behind the knee and when he swept up Noah's thigh, the teenager felt Dale reaching inside his shorts. Dale's hand lingered in the middle of Noah's silky thigh.
"It doesn't look like Noah has any hair on his legs and I can't even feel a single bristle. They're so silky smooth already," Dale said to the camera. As he stood up, Dale asked: "Noah, do you shave your legs for swimming or cycling?"
"No," Noah replied.
"Oh... you're just a smooth boy then?" Dale asked.
Noah blushed – he should be used to mockery of his silky appearance but it still brought redness to his cheeks. It was embarrassing because the implication was that he was underdeveloped or a late bloomer.
"I guess so," Noah agreed.
"That's ok Noah," Nico said. "Why don't you take off your shorts..."
"You want me to what?" Noah replied.
"We need to take a good look at your legs, thighs and anywhere else that might show off the skills of a prodigious barber shop," Nico suggested.
Noah could not believe a local news station would broadcast a teenage boy in his underpants in the middle of the street. Of course, it was just a role-play but Noah was getting lost in it and searching for sense where there was none.
"It's ok, Noah. On you go," cooed Dale.
Noah hooked his thumbs into the pockets of the shorts and pushed them down. When they tumbled to his ankles, Noah stepped out of them.
"You look so cute in your little underpants," the reporter said.
Noah stood in just briefs in the middle of the street with a crowd along the side and a camera pointed at him. Nico spent a few minutes stroking Noah's legs just as Dale had but now Noah's thighs were exposed all the way to his groin.
"Oh... there's nothing even my skills can do to improve Noah's smooth skin," Nico declared.
"Are you saying Noah is as hairless as a boy can be? All over his legs and thighs there's not a single hair that a renown barber could shed?" Dale asked.
There were giggles from the street spectators as Noah's implied immaturity were emphasised.
"Perhaps we should have let a hairier lad win the competition," Nico agreed.
"Maybe he has pubic hair you could shave?" shouted Markus.
Markus and Liam seemed to be taking shots at humiliating Noah and or advancing the narrative.
"Oh, what an excellent idea," Dale agreed.
"It is?" Noah asked doubtfully.
"Certainly," Dale said enthusiastically. "Oh... do you have pubic hair don't you, Noah?"
Again, Noah's implied underdevelopment raised a laugh.
"Of course, but... is it a good idea to film it being shaved off?" Noah asked.
They'd have a bullshit reason - they always did - Noah wondered if it was scripted or ad lipped. How were they going to spin this one?
"Yes, we really must see the skills of this local businessman. You'll need to cover your privates, obviously. This programme will be broadcasting across the county at 6PM. We can't have a teenager's penis on the local news, can we?" Dale said, chuckling at the very idea.
The transition from the sublime to the ridiculous was enough to give Noah whiplash. They couldn't show his genitals but they could have him totally naked in the street?
"Perfect idea," Nico agreed; "I have many ways to remove hair down there. You will be very impressed."
"Go on, Noah. Take your underpants off so you can get the complete makeover," Dale encouraged.
Noah bit his lip – imagining the indignity of doing this in real life and loving it while simultaneously recognising the insanity of playing along. That was always the way with EMARP – he loved it but he felt the conflict of "what if this was real?"
Noah reached into his briefs and cupped his penis and testes with one hand and with the other, pushed his briefs down. They tumbled to his ankles and Noah couldn't get his trainer-clad feet free from the leg holes.
"Let me help," offered Nico.
Nico knelt and pulled off Noah's trainers (because of course he did) to make it easier for his feet to get free from the briefs. The underpants were whipped away from Noah's ankles, leaving him barefoot and naked. Noah's feet were toasted by the warm ground. The briefs and trainers were tossed to Markus on the pavement. The whole crowd got a side view of Noah's nudity – his petite little ass and, just hidden within his hands, was the genital prize they were waiting for.
"One hand should be sufficient to contain your boy-bits, Noah. The other hand will just get in the way," said Nico said savagely.
"Why don't you put your other hand back on your head? Then we can continue to see the great job Nico has already done to your body," Dale said.
Dale smirked at the cameraman and Noah released one of his hands for Nico to get to work on his pubes. Noah's flaccid penis was contained by one hand but he felt like his grip of his balls was slipping and even if the camera for PLNews couldn't see it, the crowd on the street could.
Like Noah's armpits, the removal of the wiry hair above his penis took no time at all but Nico was very thorough. Noah could feel the hair drop onto his feet – there was no gentle wind to carry it away in the heat of the day, sweat made some of the hair stick where it landed.
"You'll need to move your hand a little," Nico asked.
Noah tilted his hand so every pube around Noah's penis was gone. As with his armpits, it was reduced by the clippers to the shortest stubble possible.
"Perhaps his testicles too, while I'm here? Ah, but no... that would expose the poor boy and we can't have that," Nico said.
"Do you hear that PLNews viewers? If only all business men were so dedicated," Dale said into the camera. "You should proceed and show everyone the full extent haircare treatment you offer the community."
"He should?" Noah asked with a tremor.
Noah was already naked in the street with a camera pointed at him. A segment for the evening news could surely not show him exposing his testes.
"Don't worry about PLNews viewers. We'll blur your little bits out for broadcast so they aren't offended," Dale said reassuringly.
Not a care for Noah having his teenage nudity exposed – just worrying about the viewers at home. Didn't the reporter care how embarrassing this was?
"Well, I do hate to leave a job half finished," Nico said.
"Such dedication," Dale fawned into his microphone.
"Go on, Noah, put your other hand on your head for now while we finish shaving you down below," Nico said.
"Are you sure this is ok?" Noah fretted.
"Of course it's ok," insisted Nico.
"You want to support local business, don't you?" Dale said gently. "Go ahead and let this excellent barber remove the final stray hairs," said Dale.
Noah let go of his penis – the flaccid and uncircumcised dick was less than three inches long and fully exposed to the crowd of strangers (paying EMARP patrons) lining Faux Street and the few other actors involved in the farcical performance.
"Well at least we won't need a big blur to hide the boy bits," Dale sniggered. He addressed the camera man: "Normally we couldn't show a teenage boy's penis on the evening news but we should check if we can get away with releasing this unedited. Public interest or freedom of information or something."
Nico removed every hair from Noah's scrotum and perineum and the job finally seemed to be complete. Noah was asked to stand with his hands behind his head and penis exposed full-frontally to the camera and side-view to the crowd while Nico collected one last thing.
While Nico collected something from the barber's shop, Dale scooped up Noah's pubic hairs and put them in a Ziplock bag. What the hell?
"Noah's pubic hair will be auctioned after this event. There isn't much here because he's so cute and smooth but all proceeds will support local business," Dale said.
They were going to auction his pubes? Noah could already see the interest from the EMARP audience. Were men really going to buy the short and curly hairs of a sixteen-year-old boy?
Nico returned with a bucket of warm water with a sponge in it in one hand and in the other a tube of cream. Noah knew what was about to happen.
"This is a special balm, Noah. It will help to soothe your skin which can feel irritated after shaving or trimming with clippers," Nico commented.
Nico rubbed the balm into Noah's armpits, above his dick and all over his scrotum. Nico took the opportunity to pull back Noah's foreskin to expose the sensitive head of his penis. He offered no reason for this and Dale lacked of curiosity of a genuine reporter. Within moments there was a tingling sensation and Noah knew something else was happening – it was hair removal cream.
The crowd, the cameraman and PLNews watched excitedly as Nico took the wet sponge to Noah's skin and wiped the cream away. The merest stubble that had been left behind by the clippers vanished and Noah's skin seemed to be softer than it had ever been in his life.
"There, now that was an extra special balm designed to remove hair," Nico said.
"Tell the viewers of PLNews more," Dale said with renewed interest.
Noah was still standing with his penis exposed and apparently no-one was going to tell him to cover up. His dick had thickened and lengthened to four inches.
"Most depilatory creams only last up to a week or two but ours is specially formulated with a chemical epilator added so it lasts much longer," Nico boasted.
"How long will this last then?" Dale asked, gesturing to Noah's newly shaved body.
"At least three months before it even starts to grow back," Nico said.
What?!
Noah looked down at his hairless body and realised he'd probably be seventeen by the time it started growing back. And he had the nudist beach to help with for the school in just a few weeks.
"So, Noah won't have a single hair below his neck for three whole months?" Dale crowed.
"That is correct," Nico replied, suppressing a snigger.
Despite it all – the deep humiliation of the revelation – it stirred something in Noah and the worst thing that could happen to a boy while bare naked in a crowd on a street in a town centre with a TV camera pointed at you happened to Noah. His dick started to get hard.
The crowd chuckled and hooted and Noah tried to ignore them. His cock was getting hard and was now firm enough to point straight out at the camera. The crowded street could see its length was over five inches.
"Let's make sure we get a full body shot of young Noah," said Dale.
Facing Noah, Dale was able to act like he hadn't noticed Noah was getting a full-blown boner.
"Noah, how does your skin feel?" Dale asked.
"Great. It feels really smooth," Noah said with a shaky voice.
"Are you a little bit embarrassed to know your body is going to be totally bald for three whole months?" Dale pressed on.
"Yes. I wasn't expecting it to last so long," Noah replied through gritted teeth.
"But we're here to celebrate the contribution of this remarkable barber to the community. You must happy with the result. Tell us all how much you love being totally hairless," Dale laid it on thick.
"Yea... I love being a totally hairless boy," Noah offered.
There were some laughs because Dale still hadn't notice Noah was hard and compelling Noah to approve of his own hair removal was demeaning.
"Most teenage boys pride themselves on looking physically mature so it must be mortifying to be put back several years," Dale pressed on; "Especially since you were already looked quite immature."
"He doesn't look immature from here," shouted a spectator.
It was then that Dale looked at Noah's dick. Seeing it was fully hard, he stepped back and pretended to be shocked. Noah was sporting six and a half inches of teenage wood.
"Oh my... Noah! That is disgusting. We are trying to make a serious programme about a celebrated local business and you are standing here with an erection?" Dale said as if he were scandalised.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to," Noah said sheepishly.
"Aren't you embarrassed that all these people can see your hard willy?" Dale asked in the most humiliating way possible.
Noah nodded.
"Don't be embarrassed. You have a big penis, Noah," Nico complimented.
"Yes, you certainly do," agreed Dale. "You have a very big willy but it should not be erect on local television."
"Do you jerk your boy-cock, Noah?" Nico asked seductively.
"I- I'm sorry? I don't think I should be talking about that," Noah spluttered.
"Masturbation is a perfectly reasonable question. We can all see a lot of drizzle coming from your dick. Get a closer look at that," Dale said to the cameraman. "I bet you don't even need to use lube?"
"No... I don't," Noah replied proudly.
His excessively leaky cock was something that always raised comments and Noah rather liked it. His precum weeping was already producing a silvery thread that glistened like the strands of a spider's web in frost.
Dale took a hold of Noah's cock and gave it a few pulls, much to the delight of the spectators – all of whom wished they were actors in the production that was about to get hot and sweaty. Dale licked the precum from his hand and smirked at Noah.
"Do you want me to keep filming this?" the camera man asked.
"We can't exactly broadcast this at the teatime news," Dale responded sarcastically.
"I thought you might like it for your private collection," the cameraman replied sassily; "I know how much you like teenage boys."
Dale gave a throaty chuckle; "Good point."
"Can we join in?" asked Liam, who seemed to be including Markus in the question.
"Both of you?" Dale asked.
"You want to fuck his ass, right?" asked Markus; "Well I want to fuck his face and Liam loves the taste of cock-snot."
"Who doesn't," said a member of the audience.
"Does that sound good to you, Noah?" Dale asked him.
Did he want to get ass-fucked, face-fucked and sucked off? He'd be insane not to agree.
"Yes, that sound great," Noah replied.
"Noah? You want to kiss me as a thank you for doing a good job?" Nico asked.
Noah smiled at the audacity of rewarding Nico for removing all his pubic hair for three months but he stepped forward on bare feet. His lips met Nico's and their moist mouths merged. Nico's hands wandered over Noah's back and then grabbed his ass. Noah's pelvis thrust forward and his hard-on was pressed against Nico's groin. Noah could feel a hard dick contained in Nico's shorts but it seemed he had already had his fun for this scenario.
As Dale, Markus and Liam stripped off Noah was reminded that they were outside. It still looked like a main street but Noah felt like he could literally be standing in the middle of a road in Dukesbridge City centre.
The pretence that had brought them to this place seemed to be over. The story of a boy winning a haircut and getting stripped and shaved from head to toe had been told and now the nature boy was just waiting to be fucked – for the private collection of a pervy TV producer.
All porn logic broke down eventually. Eventually it was about sex. Markus was the youngest of the lads Noah had got to know over the last nine months but at 7.5 inches he had the biggest cock in the street. Markus was already jerking off to bring his cock to full mast. Liam looked almost as young as Noah – though his pubes were shaved not removed completely – and he was stroking a cock that was just over seven inches long.
"Come here and bend over the bench," Dale said.
The bench was on the other side of Faux Street, bordering the park. Noah briefly thought the lads were going to fuck him in the park but it seemed their sex was going to continue to happen on the main street.
In front of Noah, Markus sat on the back of the bench, his trainer clad feet on the seat and his cock ready to push into Noah's face. Noah bent over the bench and noticed Dale was also wearing his trainers and nothing else. Noah put his hands flat on the bench - one hand on either side of Markus - and felt a sting as Dale slapped his butt.
Dale slapped it a second time and slid a finger into Noah's butt crack. Dale massaged Noah's cheeks and felt the clammy cleft as his finger inched towards Noah's hole. Noah felt his dick pulse and a stream of precum was caught by Liam's hand.
Liam was also wearing his trainers – it was quite sexy to see all the three lads in just footwear but it was also a reminder that they were subtly elevated above him. Noah was barefoot and bare ass but they still had something.
Liam lay down on the bench, resting his head on Markus's feet and turning his face up to lick Noah's balls. Liam sucked Noah's testes into his mouth and gobbled both eggs with greedy enthusiasm. Noah took this as the signal to start slurping on Markus's cock and Dale pressed his erection against Noah's hole.
It felt hot and hard and though it had not been discussed, Noah could feel Dale's cock was unwrapped. The bareback push into his hole started gently at first. Then, with increasing force, more of the manly cock slipped inside Noah's young teenage ass and Noah moaned through the face full of Markus's dick.
Liam was going a good job, alternating between suckling and licking Noah's smooth balls before moving on to kiss his cock. Liam slipped his lips over the head of Noah's cock and started sucking on it while, at the same moment, Markus face-fucked Noah. Markus pushed his hefty cock deep into Noah's mouth, bringing reflexive tears to his eyes. Noah breathed through his mouth while swallowing precum and spit – some of it escaped his mouth and ran over his chin to land on Liam who didn't seem to mind.
Dale was fucking Noah in earnest now – holding the sixteen-year-old boy by his slender hips while ploughing into his ass. Noah loved it – every push and pull was ecstasy and the only thing Noah wished he could see more of was the camera or the audience. The spectators remained on Faux Street – behind Noah so they'd be able to see his petite ass getting filled with cock and cum. Noah took a deep breath when his mouth was given a brief reprieve - he was like a drowning man with the rattle of precum and saliva gurgling at the back of his throat.
Noah spotted Dale's camera man circling around to catch a 360 view of Noah. His ass and mouth were full of bare cock again while the young teen felt his silky sac being licked and the shaft of his cock kissed with wet lips. Noah knew it was vanity but the attention of the cameraman was a wonderful feeling. The notion of being watched or filmed had a name: autagonostophillia. Noah had looked it up after Samir had used it a few days ago.
"Fuck, man... I'm going to cum," warned Markus.
Well, almost warned because he started cumming just as he finished his sentence. Cum splashed the back of Noah's throat but he pulled out to get some on Noah's face as well. Cum covering his skin was another thing Noah just loved – a fetish called bukkake.
Noah was close to cumming as well and Liam alternated between sucking him and jerking him off, teasing him by slowing down to prolong the edge of Noah's orgasm. Dale was happily pounding Noah's ass, the slapping noise as his pelvis met Noah's buttocks was rhythmic. Noah tightened his sphincter to increase the friction on the shaft of Dales cock and heard a moan of pleasure for the effort. It seemed to do the trick because after a few more slapping noises of Dale's pubis connecting with Noah's ass or his balls swinging into Noah from behind, Dale also came.
The warm cum of the man in his twenties bred Noah's teenage ass and when Dale pulled out, Noah felt a trickle of the man's cum dribbling from his ass. A bead of cum like sweat or tears of joy tickled Noah's thigh as it traced a track down Noah's leg. Cum was all over Noah's hole and the teenage was aware of the cameraman looming behind him to catch Dale push some of the dick splash back inside him with a fat, engorged cock.
Noah waited until Dale had pulled out again and Markus swung out of the way. Then Liam spat Noah's dick from his mouth and sat up. Noah had hoped to cum in Liam's mouth but he was happy for a different opportunity.
Noah turned to see the crowd still gathered – having watched the entire scene from across the street. The PLNews cameraman followed Noah as he strutted towards the people lining Faux Street.
In the middle of the street in high summer, Noah gripped his cock and masturbated.
He had barely started when he felt a hand on his back and he looked over his shoulder to see Liam. Noah had forgotten Liam hadn't cum yet. The lad was pressing his erection against Noah's hole so Noah bent forward to make his penetration easier.
Within the narrative, Liam was nothing but a random horny bystander and Noah chuckled at the porn logic of him fucking Noah in the street. Then Noah lifted his eyes to catch sight of Nico. Nico, the barber boy, walked towards Noah and once he was within reach, Noah grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up so Nico was topless.
Liam was inside Noah now, his hard and bare cock leaking and throbbing inside Noah's ass. Noah tried to stay bent over, his thighs and back straining with youthful strength. Noah tugged Nico's shorts down and when they tumbled to Nico's ankles, he stepped out of them. Noah hadn't even considered what Nico would want him to do but with the choreography of trained dancers, Nico turned Noah so his profile was presented to the street of spectators.
The audience on Faux Street could see Liam barebacking the young and totally hairless teenager. A moment later and Nico was also behind Noah and adding his cock to Noah's stretched hole.
"Oh... oh my fucking god..." Noah cried out.
"Well, we can see Noah really knows how to repay local businesses. Nico did a great job and now we can see Noah is rewarding him with a bareback penetration of his tight hole," Dale said.
The would-be reporter was dressed again and spoke to the camera for PLNews as Noah was double fucked in the ass. Where the first fuck and suck had been observed from across the street, Noah was now close enough to the pavement for them to smell the sweaty and used boy.
"You can trust me that he has a tight hole because I really checked," Dale joked.
The audience laughed and Noah, bent over with his hands on his knees, looked at everyone watching him.
It was so hot outside that sweat was lashing off Noah's forehead and down his spine. His shorter hair meant his forehead was perspiring more and the heat on his chest mixed with sweat was enough to sting his nipples.
"Clearly Noah had had anal sex before though. Look at him taking a double dicking like a rent boy on a busy street corner," Dale slandered.
Noah felt the two naked cocks in his ass glide together while the naked lads behind him grunted and slapped against Noah's bare butt with thrusts that nearly knocked Noah over. There was one continuing theme – the subtle demarcation between Noah and everyone else was that he was barefoot while even the naked lads had trainers on.
"Noah, you've drawn quite the crowd to this street," Dale cooed. "Are you happy that your nude body has brought so much attention to all these local businesses?"
"Yes," Noah moaned – almost pleadingly.
Noah couldn't jerk his own cock because he needed his hands on his knees to stay steady so his hard cock bobbed in front of him. The foreskin was fully retracted and precum was oozing onto his feet and the sizzling pavement. Noah's balls were swinging so low in their hot, smooth and sweaty sac that he was worried their scrape off the ground.
The next thing Noah felt was one cock pulling fully free from his hole to spray cum all the way up his back. The jizz drooled back down Noah's spine even as more spunk was shot all the way up Noah's back. It hit so high that Noah could feel some of it in the short hair at the back of his head.
Noah didn't know who had cum but the answer came a moment later when the second dick in his butt pulled out and Noah was able to stand upright. Nico walked around front, stroking his dick which was so close to cumming. Nico grinned at Noah as he pressed himself against the hairless boy and his cock erupted between them.
Noah's chest and tummy were coated in Nico's cum which mixed with sweat. Nico kissed Noah and muttered "thank you" before stepping aside for the finale exposure. The whole crowd on Faux Street were ready to watch Noah blow his load.
He turned to face them – appreciating just how close they had been to his fucking. They were within shooting range for sure. Noah grabbed his cock and stroked it furiously.
"PLNews has been delighted to bring the local community together to celebrate a local barber. Just look at this fine, totally bald boy," Dale narrated again. "None of us could have anticipated that Noah would want to expose himself like this to everyone let alone masturbate in the middle of the street..."
Noah could still feel his stretched ass and stimulated prostate; the taste of cum lingered on is lips and the feel of the gooey mess remained on his face, chest and back. Noah's shaft was slick and his balls heavy with boy cum.
"Look at everyone Noah," Dale said.
Noah hadn't realised he wasn't looking but when his attention snapped to it, he saw over a hundred people lined up to watch him beat his cock. Some were subtly recording him, others less subtly and the PLNews cameraman remained close enough to record every bead of sweat and drip of precum.
There was no precum left though and Noah was pushed over the edge. He was sorely tempted to aim at the crowd but it would have been wasted – even if the shots reached the spectators, his cum would still only splashed the street. Instead, Noah put his left arm up to expose his totally smooth pit and held the back of his head with his left hand. Noah aimed his cock upwards at the final moment and shot cum up his smooth body.
It hit the underside of his chin so hard that Noah threw his head back and another shot few up in an arc that brought it down on the centre of his face as it descended the other side of the parabola. Noah whimpered and cried with pleasure as more cum shot than he knew he had available.
Milky shots of gooey jizz spattered Noah's chest and stomach – with no hair to get caught up in, it mingled with his sweat that had left his body shiny in the sun. Noah's hand was covered in slop from his oozing head and when his fist stopped pumping, there was an explosion off applause from the audience so Noah grinned happily and took a bow.
Noah ate most of the cum from his hand while the excitement of the audience became chaotic.
"I think we should all thank Noah for his time and attention today. He was the lucky winner of a makeover and he's really made over Faux Street for a sleepy local town centre to a bustling hub of activity. I've been Dale and it's back to the studio..." Dale said.
Noah had never been asked for his autograph before and he was taken aback when, after the scenario was officially concluded, Noah was asked to sign things and take selfies with people. Noah was still totally naked and barefoot and it was fun to mingle with people who were so excited to meet him that they would even buy his pubic hair. Noah was giddy at the thought of some stranger buying the pubic hair of a sixteen-year-old boy
Others wanted to buy cum from his chest but the other actors had been congratulating Noah with vigorous pats and rubs so that much of it was mixed in with his sweat. By the time Mr Godetia (Mason) was on hand, Noah felt exhausted and was glad Mason was there to wrap things up. The audience continued to content themselves with Dale, Liam, Markus and Nico.
"I hope you don't mind me taking you away from your admiring fans," Mason said as he walked Noah back to his changing room.
"No, that's ok. I understand that you need to be careful with the merchandise," Noah said.
He wasn't being cheeky or sarcastic. Noah had accepted he was a profitable commodity and he loved being a part of the EMARP family, he loved filming sex scenes and nudity-heavy role playing. For a horny sixteen-year-old, this opportunity was incredible.
"I'm glad you understand," Mason replied.
Noah was about to get dressed when Mason chuckled at him.
"What?" Noah asked.
"You can shower first... if you want..." Mason said.
Noah chuckled too and then pulled on his short shorts and t-shirt.
Noah was more than content to go home with his skin soiled with sweat and boy cum: salirophilia.
"No offence but... you really do stink, Noah," Mason said.
"Cool," Noah replied.
The idea of going home stinking of spunk and sweat was exciting. His long bare legs slipped bare feet into his trainers. Three items of clothing and that was all he was wearing.
"I'm going to head home now," Noah said. "I'm sure there will be a next time soon. Don't forget about me, ok?"
"How could I? You're unforgettable, Noah. A beautiful nature boy and totally unforgettable," Mason replied.
Noah blushed a little at the compliment.
"I'll need to think of another embarrassing event for you," Mason said thoughtfully.
"I hope you do. I'd hate for this to be the end..." said Noah.
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