He was on display. Jason had accepted the deal. Mr. Riker and he had been having sex since the summer began. It was Jason's 18th summer.
Fully graduated, free to do things and go places he hadn't been allowed to before, Jason smiled back when the man nodded. He was standing on the sand, wearing the school Speedos he wore on the swim team.
As he stood watching the sun set, knowing the man was watching him, Jason felt his penis expand. He didn't move. It would soon tent the thin cloth as it had poolside in years gone by.
Then he was embarrassed hiding behind teammates or quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping around the telltale excitement.
Now he stood there not bothering to hide at all. He felt naked on the sand amidst the crowds. And he knew he was being watched.
"You're looking very proud" the man said
Jason felt a blush in his cheeks but he didn't move his hands from where they were tucked under each armpit.
"Yea" he said turning and smiling at the man. He was tall, hairy torso with both black and grey hair and wore form fitting swim trunks. Evidence of his own manhood though not tenting was obvious.
He had hidden for years it seemed. Alone in his bedroom stroking incessantly while images of boys and men enhanced each orgasm. As time proceeded, Jason self acknowledged he was gay. It was ok with him; the pleasure was more important than worries about acceptance from friends or family.
Even Sheldon, his best friend didn't know about him. They talked about their masturbation sessions, even share them while in their bedrooms or in the hotel rooms they shared for swim meets. They watched each other, letting what they saw make their own fun more pleasurable.
Jason was tempted to reach over and touch, explore and stroke but he refrained fearing his lust for fun would lose a friend. Still they watched each other, letting their naked legs often tough even press during their need for more sensations.
"How old are you?" the man asked.
Jason noted the man had moved closer. He felt the tasty pearls of precum oozing out the tip of his erection now. It might make a dark circle of moister on the white cloth of his Speedos.
"18" Jason said almost too loud.
The man chuckled. "At last huh?" he said.
Jason realized he had indeed replied loudly but he was distracted by the pat on his butt. It was brief but sent electric like shocks through his system. His penis throbbed.
"Sorry, I uh yea, finally" he said feeling the body heat now as the man moved closer, or perhaps Jason had moved closer to him.
"We should find a way of celebrating" The man said "if that's what you want".
Jason wanted it. He knew what "it" was having looked at pictures and videos on the laptop computer he got for his 13th birthday. Five years of reading, exploring, watching and masturbating at the same time and now what he fantasized about might actually happen.
"I uh never..." Jason said
"Not even with friends your age?" The man said. The fingers were gently stroking Jason's bare thigh now. He didn't object nor move away.
"No, was scared I guess' Jason said waiting for the man to laugh at him. Instead he heard warmth and caring.
"I understand that. But now, it's time to explore, huh?" the man said "You like older men?"
Jason had never admitted to anyone he was gay. It unspoken words he had feared saying even to the Priest during confessionals.
"My son how many times?" the father had asked and Jason stammered his admission though proud of the answer. He repeated the demanded number of Hail Mary's and didn't stop.
If he had told the Priest more about his hidden life, Jason feared the man would tell his parents, or condemn him. He knew what the Catholic Church said about boys like him.
"Yea, I like men" Jason said "all of them" it was brief and casual but when the words escaped his mouth it seemed to come from somewhere inside him flowing like lava up through him and out into the unknowing world.
He felt great.
"Good, I like hot boys like you" the man said.
Jason saw a kid about his age walking by. He heard their talk and glanced over at Jason and then the man. And then the guy did something unexpected, he smiled and lifted a hand to give them a wave.
It was Jason's first acceptance and however casual or incidental, it too made him feel good.
"You've got quite a boner there" the man said
"It's ok" Jason said "feels good"
"If I didn't want to be arrested, I'd grab it for you right here and now" the man said
Jason laughed. "I am 18" he reminded the man.
"So you said where you are going once the sun sets?" the man asked.
Jason felt nervous. His stomach quivered and the knot in his gut got harder. His breathing became uneven. He had to make a decision.
"With you?" he said looking at the man. He wanted the man to surround his nearly naked body with his strong arms, pulling him so close his face would be buried in the next of torso hair and his nostrils full of the aroma of another male, a grown man.
"But you may have to uh show me stuff" Jason said.
The arm across his shoulders just suddenly happened. He felt his right side touch the man's both bare skin and cloth. He moved his leg to let it touch the man's skin hip to toe.
"We'll have fun"
He was gagged so Jason couldn't speak. His arms were locked to each side of the cage like structure he knelt in. Jason could move a bit.
Fingers and hands reached to play with him, stroking his smooth ball sac and extended penis, poking his butthole, petting his round buttocks, sliding over his chest and flicking the clothes pins that ensnared each nipple.
It had been months since he met Mr. Riker. Each time they got together, Jason learned more about him and the physical pleasures he could give and get. Some pleased him, others alarmed him, but each time was better then the last.
Fantasies he had became reality and fantasies Mr. Riker introduced him to be even more exciting.
Now, only two weeks before he would travel many miles to the college campus his parents agreed to, he was on display.
Jason couldn't talk or touch. He was theirs to examine, play with, flirt, use and abuse. He had agreed as a birthday wish the man had. He wanted to please Mr. Riker for all the lessons learned.
He liked being on display. There had been naked slave-boy parties. He had been a waiter for Mr. Riker and friends, wearing only a collar and cuffs. His body available for pinching, slapping, tugging. He had posed naked for photographs and paintings.
A large black and white photo was framed and on the nearby wall. It showed a large erection lying on an outstretched tongue. The cock was familiar and the tongue belonged to Jason, his lips and cheeks seen but not his face. The cock belonged to a friend of Mr. Riker's.
"Who knows you may enjoy my birthday party more then me." Riker had promised.
Jason arrived. There were other boys around his age there. Some were going to be waiters dressed as he had been for previous parties. Two tall twins had already stripped to thongs they would wear during bar tending chores.
Fully dressed men and women were busy arranging the house, preparing food ignoring the naked boys that moved about.
Riker kissed him and took him to the bedroom he knew so well. He stood still, as always. Riker liked to strip him. His lips tongue and finger tips explored him as the layers of clothing were peeled away until he was naked.
His pubic hair had long since disappeared. The adolescent springs of hair on his testicles too had been removed. Even his armpits displayed the desire for smoothness.
It had occurred two months ago on July 4th party that Riker and friends had. While visions of fireworks appeared on the large TV screen, Jason and two other boys were transformed by the men attending.
The lack of hair on his head felt good in the usual humid weather. The lack of body hair enhanced the stimulation of his denim on his skin.
The hair on his head had grown out by then, though his body hair repeatedly was removed by Riker or himself. Jason liked it feeling fingers and tongues so much more on the bared skin.
The bathhouse trip assured him nobody would make fun of him. Instead the naked and towel wearing boys and men there seemed drawn to him, be it in the darkened maze or the steam room.
He felt the hands sliding over his skin now..His cage positioned on a table so everyone could examine and explore as desired. The light overhead made it difficult to see faces of the party goers.
But when the moved close Jason saw men he recognized from parties and orgies Riker had introduced him too.
"Want to stay?" Riker said that first group night. Jason didn't answer. The man was going to leave him there among so many other men and boys, that Jason was excited and hesitant at the same time. He didn't answer.
"I'll pick you up in the morning" Riker said as he began to strip. Jason knew the man wanted him to stay there. He let the man strip his clothing and roll them up, tucking them under his arm.
He had trusted Riker, learned from the man, grown up quickly over those weeks and gladly made up for the years he had ignored his desires.
Jason watched as Riker left the house. The door was locked behind him. "Nobody can leave till sunrise" the house owner said in general.
Hands pulled Jason until he felt like he was drowning in bodies, hands, mouths, cocks, butts. Everything he had learned to enjoy happened to him and he returned the pleasures to others.
He had grown so much as a sexual being, as a gay man, as a man. He gained joy in watching others enjoy pleasures he gave as well as those he received. That night he was there for Riker's pleasure only...watching others enjoy him...proud of his looks and likes and availability.
"Have fun?" Riker asked. He had gently shook Jason that next morning. Jason opened his eyes and felt the arms he had welcomed many time. They surrounded him, lifted him from the entangled legs and arms on the bed. His mouth met the man's and the sex they had while others slept or watched was thrilling.
"You like others watching you" Riker said as he handed the boy clothing.
Jason smiled as he put on only the shorts. Nothing else was needed. If neighbors saw his shirtless form leaving with the older man, so be it. They might suspect what was going on, what he was and what Mr. Riker was. He didn't care. He was what he was.
"Shit" he opened his eyes. The image was recognizable. Mr. Phillips, the Asst. Principal from his high school was standing nearby. The man's hands were moving over Jason's back and over his smooth butt.
Phillips was smiling and winked seeing Jason's recognizing him. Jason had wondered about the man in high school. There was even a rumor the man was gay. Jason had thought about talking to him about his own situation. But he had decided not to. Now he wished he had. Perhaps the frustrating four years might have been better.
The gentle pat on his bare butt made Jason smile. Others passed by, some with their own dates, boys and men and others alone.
There was Saxon; the man was very old, obviously respected by Mr. Riker and others. Whenever he was at a gathering, they seemed to make sure the man was happy like a grandparent.
And there was the time Riker asked Jason if he would be a birthday present for the man. Jason walked into Saxon's house, naked, having been stripped at the back door.
He sang Happy Birthday while Saxon stared at him. Following Mr. Riker's instructions he moved close and knelt between the older man's legs. His fingers trembled a bit as he unzipped the fly and found the soft cock.
Saxon's fingers on his shaven head stroked at Jason tongue played with the grand penis until it hardened. It never achieved the firmness of Mr. Riker's or other cocks he had serviced.
He didn't stop even when Saxon suggested his might be tired. And when the man came the sperm spewed over his mouth and cheeks. Saxon smiled and hugged him for quite awhile.
Saxon was there now; his hand reached and felt Jason's available hanging flesh sac and penis like an old friend. Jason wondered when he was that age, would some young stud service him.
Then he gasped as much as he could give the gag preventing airflow.
Sheldon was shirtless, collared, wearing black leather shorts that laced on the sides. A leash hung from his collar and held by a man Jason didn't recognize.
Sheldon's eyes looked down. The man, who was obviously his master, reached and explored Jason.
"Maybe we should have these two entertain us later" he said to Mr. Riker standing near him.
Riker laughed "maybe"
Sheldon looked up and his expression revealed his own surprise seeing Jason's naked body the entrapped for others' exploration.
Jason wiggled his eyebrows and eyes looked down where the plastic encased penis hung our of Sheldon's shorts. He knew what the device was. Riker had said he might put on one Jason before he left for college. Jason didn't know if the man was kidding or serious.
Even after he wore it briefly, discovering he could still piss and the pain he felt as his erection fought the constriction of it.
Then Sheldon smiled glancing over towards his Master. He winked. So much was said in that wink. Jason could have touched him, stroked him even sucked him. He could have felt the anal intrusion he longed for and Mr. Riker had introduced him to..Years before.
Perhaps Sheldon realized the same regrets.
Eventually he'd be released free to mingle, probably kept naked if Mr. Riker desired. He'd try to speak to Sheldon if the man who seemed to control him allowed.
"Tell you what, let's do it, let the two go at each other like animals later, you do that for me Jason?" Riker patted Jason's butt then fingered his hole.
"We'll see who does what to whom" he said.
The man holding Sheldon's leash laughed "It's your birthday, he'll do what I say" the man jerked Sheldon's leash. "Right boy?"
"Yes Sir" Sheldon said and winked again.
Years of desire and fantasies would once again be fulfilled that night, in front of everyone.
Jason's cock hardened more, dripping precum nearly instantly.
"See my boy is ready, he's always ready" Riker milked Jason's dripping penis.
He liked being on display.