Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. The author does not condone anything herein; practice sex safely and legally. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional.
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Sixteen: Supermarket Creep
FRIDAY 17TH DECEMBER 2021
"We won't embarrass you," Noah promised.
"Please. I'm serious," Mateo whined.
"Matty, I'm sitting with my penis exposed, you're not the one who's going to be embarrassed," Noah pointed out.
Matty looked at Noah's dick and giggled.
It was the last day of term and the Maths, Physics and Chemistry (MPC) Exchange was in session. The boys from Barons Edge Comprehensive were more or less used to seeing a nudist student but attention on Noah's nakedness always escalated when they were around.
Noah's nudism had been truly embraced by the students of Five Dukes – it was now just a regular part of the day. Is that Noah's penis? Anyway, what's for lunch? But the oddity of it all was rekindled when the dozen boys from another school attended for classes once a month.
Amongst those boys was Kevin – a big and brooding boy on whom Mateo had developed something of a crush. Against the odds, Mateo had managed to break through a miserable exterior and made friends with Kevin. Matty wanted more but for Kevin to agree to sit with the group at lunch time was a big step that made Matty very nervous.
What if his friends put Kevin off?
"Do you ever get used to it?" Amos asked Noah softly.
He was sitting next to Toby, their knees touching under the table. Amos's small, elven face held bright eyes and his skin was perfect. Noah found his feelings about Amos fluctuate from day to day.
"Get used to what?" Noah replied.
Sometimes Noah felt Amos tried too hard but equally, Noah appreciated that Amos was literally just that nice. It made him feel like a jerk for thinking anything negative about the sweet boy.
"Being naked at school," Amos replied – blushing as he used the "N" word.
"I thought it would be much worse but that's because my brother had a hand in organising it for me. It turns out, people get bored of seeing a boy's penis," Noah replied.
"For the record, I never get tired of it," Ronan offered.
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Matty offered Ronan a high five but he was still distracted as he looked around for Kevin who was now waiting in line for lunch.
"Mateo, chill out," Samir said sympathetically.
"Why am I so nervous. Oh my god!" Matty replied.
"It's cute you're so nervous," Amos observed.
"You hung out with him after school a few weeks ago, right?" Noah reminded him.
"Yea. We talked. Well... I talked..." Mateo confessed.
"I can believe that," Ronan said.
<<LOL! Yes... I just said LOL.>>
"And he agreed to maybe have lunch with us the next time we were in school together which is why I'm now crossing my legs trying not to pee myself. Why am I so nervous?" Matteo squeaked.
Amos was right – Mateo was cute when he was nervous. Noah had never been so besotted with someone that he was a nervous wreck. Noah actually worried Mateo would burst – into tears, or song or flames.
Across the room, Kevin lifted his hand to acknowledge he had seen Matty, who blushed and giggled.
"You have to promise you won't embarrass me," Matty said for the third time.
"We promise," Sam agreed. Again.
"That means no mentioning the time I mispronounced genre," Matty held up a finger. "No telling him I can't read an analogue clock," Matty held up another finger. "And no telling him about the time I ate a banana with the skin on because I was in a hurry."
<<He did what?>>
"Well now what are we going to talk about?" Noah asked sarcastically.
The others guffawed but Matty was too busy having a nervous breakdown. Why was he so nervous about Kevin joining them for lunch? Talking and food were two of Matt's specialist subjects. Matty had crushed on Kevin from the moment he'd first seen the boy and they had been talking more MPC Exchange progressed. They also met at Drama Club and had once walked home together.
What bewildered Noah was that none of them really knew anything about Kevin. He didn't talk much – though when he did, he was very witty and insightful. Noah acknowledged he was egocentric but the thing with Kevin was bordering on solipsism. It was literally as if Kevin had sprung fully formed into his story and Noah wasn't sure why the lad was there.
Suddenly Kevin was there, sitting beside Amos, Toby and Samir and across from Mateo, Ronan and Noah.
"Hi, Kevin," Amos said brightly.
Kevin didn't smile. Had Noah ever seen him smile? However, his scowl had certainly softened. The boy – the lad – was tall and broad and always looked depressed. He was attractive though – a solid physique but square features and hair cut severely short.
"Hi guys. Thanks for letting me sit with you," Kevin mumbled but he didn't look at anyone.
There was a slightly awkward silence as no-one was sure what to say next. Against all predictions, it was Toby who came out with a one-liner that got everyone giggling.
"That's ok, Kevin. Mateo said we had to," Toby said.
Even Mateo laughed and felt defused. Kevin didn't laugh but he sat up straighter and looked at Matty with more relaxed interest.
"That's cool," Kevin said.
The previous occasions in which Kevin had joined them had always been brief. He seemed game for stupid questions though and he was clever. Matty insisted that Kevin's reputation for fighting was not something to be concerned about and Noah accepted this. For all that Kevin was big and gloomy with the look of a pugilist, he seemed quite shy and sad. Certainly, he seemed gentle and Noah was no longer worried about Matty's safety around him.
The boys munched and drank and there was a distinct lack of conversation. Usually, Mateo could be trusted to fill such a void but he was probably busy naming his and Kevin's first three kids.
"Ok guys, I have a question," Noah prefaced. "If you were a crewman aboard the USS Enterprise, what would your job be?
Matty looked at Noah gratefully because he was always more comfortable with something to talk about even if (or rather especially if) it was something absurd.
"Surgeon," Samir said – it wasn't a funny answer but it was honest.
"Wow. Should we start calling you Bones?" Toby asked.
"If you like," Sam replied.
"I want to be the one who fires the photon torpedoes," Toby said keenly.
"I'm interested in Human Rights Law... maybe Terrestrial and Extra-Terrestrial Law," Amos with equal eagerness and a touch of flippancy.
"I mean, I'd only fire them in accordance with General Order 24," Toby insisted with a sheepish sideways glace to his boyfriend.
"That's my boy," Amos said affectionately.
"What about you, Noah?" Kevin asked – it was only polite since he had posed the question.
"Chief entertainment officer?" Matty proposed on Noah's behalf.
"You can be my beautiful assistant if you want," Noah answered sportingly.
"Well, I'll have to think about it," Matty replied.
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"I think driving the ship would be cool," Ronan said, ignoring Herman.
"Isn't it flying the ship?" Kevin asked – his tone could have been frivolous or serious.
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"Not the way I do it," Ronan joked.
The boys chuckled approvingly.
<<Ok, I stand corrected.>>
"What would you want to do, Kevin?" Matty asked.
"I dunno," Kevin replied shyly. "I think it would be cool to be able to explore new planets."
"Do you really think that's possible?" Mateo wondered.
"The sky's the limit," Noah asserted.
"If the sky was the limit, there wouldn't be footprints on the moon," Kevin responded.
He was paraphrasing Paul Brandt but it was a quick and surprising reply from the quiet and unassuming lad who barely spoke to anyone.
"Wow," Mateo said with dreamy eyes.
Kevin looked at him and their eyes locked but only for a second. Kevin was the first to look away but something had just happened. Mateo's inadvertent expression of wonder at Kevin's words had reached him in some way. Could it be that Kevin was so glum because no-one had ever taken an interest in him?
"I can't believe no-one said they'd want to be captain," Mateo said.
"Captain Santos Lorca, the Klingons are off the starboard bow," Ronan reported.
Ronan rolled his R's with literally the worst Scottish accent the boys had ever heard and had them in hysterics.
<<Wis tha suppose tae be Scottish?>>
Herman asked in, frustratingly, a rather good imitation of a Scots accent.
"Mr Rosenthal press that torpedo button you like so much," Captain Matty joked.
"You guys are a riot," Kevin said approvingly.
Kevin still wore a straight, po face but he seemed to be enjoying himself all the same.
"That went better than any of us were expecting, right?" Toby asked after lunch as they made their way towards class.
The corridors were still busy but Noah attracted a little more attention than usual as he walked towards his next class. The presence of boys from Barons Edge Comprehensive always caused this. Noah's peers at Five Dukes Boys School had quickly acclimatised to seeing a naked boy every day. Noah's nudity had no sexual ideology and the students sincerely appreciated it was an innocent expression.
However, whenever the MPC Exchange students attended, interest in Noah's penis always rose. Pun intended. Noah actually quite liked the attention because of course he did.
"Much better. So much better. I talked and you guys talked and even he talked and he was nice. Was he nice?" Matty bounced around.
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"Alight Matty, calm down," Ronan said, patting Mateo's head.
"Who's a good boy? Hm? Who's a good boy?" Noah teased.
Noah rubbed Matty's tummy while Ronan stroked him behind the ears.
"Oh boy! Belly rubs," Mateo responded. "Feel free to rub a bit lower."
Noah was tempted to dip his hand into Matty's trousers but resisted. Matty had a nice belly, emphasised by the softness of his school shirt. Mateo's skin was warm through the white fabric.
"Kevin was very nice," Amos chipped in.
"I like him," Toby agreed.
"Me too," Samir added.
"Matty... what are you hoping to get out of this?" Noah asked gently.
"What do you mean?" Matty asked.
Belly rubs and head pats had stopped as they group paused outside the classroom. Noah looked over his shoulder to make sure Kevin wasn't behind him like some bad movie moment where the guy hears unguarded comments. Kevin had excused himself to go to the toilet before class. Or he had made an excuse and gone to the toilets to escape the group.
"I mean, you totally fancy him," Noah said and Matty nodded. "But is he into guys? Are you looking for a new friend or do you want him to be a boyfriend?"
Matty chewed his lips and wore a thinking expression, his eyes roaming around his head.
"I just like him. I just want to be around him," Matty replied.
"That's nice," Noah responded.
"Haven't you ever felt that way?" Mateo asked.
Noah looked almost confused by the question. He shood his head.
"Don't worry Noah, you'll find a guy you feel that way about some day," Toby said with a pat to his arm.
"Who knows," Amos added knowingly. "Maybe you've already met him and you just haven't figured it out."
Noah gave Amos a questioning look. It was such an Amos thing to say and Noah didn't know what to think of it. What did Amos think he knew about Noah or what he wanted or his relationships with anyone? Noah's expression must have said it all – who asked you?
"Sorry," Amos said – reading Noah's expression quite accurately.
As Amos entered the room behind Toby who had already gone ahead, Noah felt like a dickhead again. Amos was just being nice, what was wrong with Noah? Samir and Ronan walked around Noah to enter the class too.
"I can't stop looking at your butt," Matty said.
Noah turned towards Matty.
"And your dinky wee dick," Matty added.
"Thanks," Noah said in an "I think" tone of voice.
"Sorry. Sometimes I just say whatever comes into my head," Matty confessed.
"We had noticed," Noah joked but meant it.
"What do you think... about Kevin... do you think he's in the alphabet family?" Matty asked in a hushed voice.
Was Kevin LGBTQA+? Noah had no idea.
"Why don't you ask him?" Noah suggested, nodding to the big lad who was coming towards them.
Now that Noah had met Kevin properly and the lad had talked to them, he could see what Matty liked about him. Noah still didn't fancy him but he understood why Matty did.
"Too soon. Don't want to scare him off. Don't want to be too keen," Matty replied to Noah.
"Sure, in that case..." Noah started to say.
"Hi Kevin. We waited for you," Mateo said to the big guy. "If you want, we could sit together. I mean... you could sit with me and... and I'd sit with you and we'd be sitting together. In class. Oh god."
Once Matty finished talking, Kevin just looked at him. There was a long beat and it was almost comedic when Kevin replied.
"Yea, ok," Kevin said and walked into the class to take a seat.
"Good job you didn't seem too keen," Noah whispered.
"Shut up," Mateo hissed.
"I was going to say, you might want to tone it down a bit," Noah said kindly.
"Can't! Mateo has only one setting and that setting is hyperactive!" Mateo asserted.
Referring to himself in the third person was weird though.
"Are you boys coming in?" the teacher asked.
"Helm, warp one, engage," Mateo said and he pushed past Noah.
Matty's hand accidentally brushed Noah's bum and then accidentally brushed Noah's penis as he entered the classroom. Noah followed, sauntering naked up the classroom and taking a set next to Ryan, his neighbour.
Matty and Kevin were sitting together – then Samir with Ronan and Toby with Amos.
"Hi Noah," Ryan said.
"Hey Ryan," Noah whispered in response.
"I will never get over seeing you totally naked in school," Ryan said with a grin.
Ryan was in a relationship of some sort with Scott – a boy Noah had come to know better over the last year. It didn't stop Ryan or Scott from looking at Noah's dick every chance they got which, in fairness, was exposed more often than most boys.
"Any plans for the Christmas holidays?" Noah asked.
The final lessons of the day before the Christmas break started were going to be long and unenthusiastic but the teacher was trying his best.
"Hopefully see Scott. Family dinner with my horrible family. Stuff," Ryan replied vaguely.
"What about you? Any exciting adventures planned?" Ryan asked him.
Noah smiled – he wasn't going to tell Ryan about it but he did have an EMARP planned.
"I'm sure something will come up," Noah responded.
SATURDAY 18TH DECEMBER 2021
Noah had plenty of plans to see his friends over the holidays. After school, they'd parted ways and then met at Toby's house for a night of movies and junk food. Noah had arrived home after midnight and Daniel had joked about him "staying out late drinking" but knew that wasn't true.
Underage drinking was common in England but neither Noah nor his friends had an especial interest in booze. They were boring and lame, dorky boys who had fun and nonsense without the social lubricant of alcohol.
Noah was in the kitchen when Daniel and Jamie walked in. Or rather, they walked back in – they'd already had breakfast and left Noah to eat his in peace.
"We're going to get dad," Daniel said.
Their dad was still working in America. He had been home (briefly) for Noah's birthday but he would be home for two weeks over Christmas and New Year. Noah was looking forward to seeing more of his dad.
"Both of you?" Noah asked.
Noah's voice was slightly suggestive. In the year Noah had discovered Daniel and Jamie had sex quite a lot. Then Noah had discovered Jamie and his dad had sex quite a lot. Noah had also had sex with Jamie a lot. Well, not a lot but few times. About four months ago, they had all had sex together.
Noah had even popped Daniel's cherry. Having anal sex with his own brother was the kind of thing that Noah expected from an EMARP scenario, not reality.
"Yes, both of us and going to drive dad together," Daniel said with deliberate inuendo.
Jamie had been sneaking looks at Noah and his penis while the joking was going on.
"What are your plans Noah?" Jamie asked.
"I might go out for a bit but I'll be back later. It'll be nice seeing dad over Christmas," Noah replied.
"I'm sure dad will want to see you too," Dan said with a wink. "Daddy hasn't seen you since you grew your little pubes back Noah."
Dan was trying, unsuccessfully, to embarrass Noah. The teenager knew he had short and pathetic pubes and was the kind of gay boy who liked it that way.
"Well, I've got lots of hairs now like a big boy," Noah replied facetiously.
"What do you think Jamie? Is Noah a big boy?" Dan asked his best friend.
Jamie blushed and hadn't intended on being drawn into the fraternal debate. The twenty-two-year-old looked at Noah's seventeen-year-old body. Noah's body had barely changed in the last year and a half – when the nudism had started. Jamie was ashamed of himself for having noticed how beautiful Noah was when he was fifteen and he still had a sweet and innocently boyish body. However, Noah was also undeniably a big boy – his cock was seven inches of hot boy meat.
The first time Jamie had fucked Noah was a week after his sixteenth birthday. Noah had been a virgin before Jamie and spread that beautiful, puckered, pink hole. Jamie still thought about how he had popped Noah's cherry and Noah remained the best lover he had ever had.
It was something about Noah's smoothness and façade of innocence yet inside he was far from innocent. Noah was a dirty, sexy, little fucker.
The way Noah paraded around naked – shameless, whether he was hairless or sporting new pubes – was almost irresistible. Jamie had intense feelings for Bruce, Noah's dad, but Noah's sweetness was beguiling. Jamie had started to think there was no way to continue like this – fantasising about a boy five years younger. Noah was enjoying his life – exploring and experimenting. Jamie was glad he had been a part of that experimentation but he felt he should move on.
Noah's dick was flaccid. The foreskin wrapped around the head of his penis. Noah's balls dangled underneath and straight, mousy hair sprouted from just above the penis. It was a beautiful little dick – three inches that grew into over seven.
Fuck! What had Daniel asked again: Is Noah a big boy?"
"He's big enough," Jamie replied diplomatically.
Noah and Daniel chuckled and they knew the debate was settled.
"Anyway, we're off. See you later," Daniel said.
Noah was only home alone for a short time before setting off for his latest EMARP. Mr Godetia had told him very little which was par for the course. Mason Godetia liked to surprise Noah and Noah liked to be surprised. However, Noah also knew the sets usually only changed four or five times a year so there was a good chance the supermarket setting was still on the go.
After the last one, where Noah acted as a worker who was stripped during a store robbery and then humiliated when left naked and on display, Noah was intrigued how the scenario might be repurposed.
Noah walked to the bus stop and the bus took him within a ten-minute walk of the RAW studio where the gay porn happened. Explicit Mass Attendance Role Play was another way of putting it – a live event during which a mixture of actors and audience engaged to create exciting scenarios.
Noah had never been a part of another actor's scenario so didn't know what they liked to do but Noah's role playing inevitably involved embarrassment, humiliation and exhibition in staged locations.
When Noah entered the building, he was met by Mason. They had a friendly relationship but were very much not friends – Mason Godetia was in his thirties and a shewed businessman who exploited Noah's young and twinky appearance. Noah was a teenage boy who loved being exposed and embarrassed, having sex with hot older guys and roleplaying the kind of situations he could never encounter in real life.
Almost never. It was Noah after all.
"I'll walk you to the changing room," Mason said. "How have you been Noah?"
"Fine thanks. It's cold outside, I think my bits have shrunk," Noah said with a smirk.
"Excellent. I'll make sure the heating is turned down in the room you're going to," Mason replied and Noah didn't know if he was joking or not.
"Are you still having fun role playing with us?" Mason asked.
"I wouldn't be here if I weren't," Noah said honestly.
"Good. I want you to have fun. Take your jacket off but leave everything else," Mason said once Noah as in his changing room.
Noah took off his winter jacket. Underneath, he was wearing a small hoodie that was zipped up over a t-shirt and under that he wore a loose-fitting sleeveless vest. Everything else consisted of jeans and tatty grey briefs, socks and shoes. Mason nodded approvingly – guessing Noah was wearing layers that would be perfect for the scenario.
"We're ready when you are," Mason said.
"I'm always ready," Noah said confidently.
Noah was led from his changing room to a door that opened into the main staging area. Mason opened it and Noah entered – he heard the door close behind him and the scenario began.
As Noah entered the main area – a space he'd been in many times before and seen redressed to look like an art gallery, a hospital clinic, a school, a gym and a supermarket – he realised it had been only slightly reconfigured since his last visit.
Either that or they had two sets erected simultaneously.
It was still a shop but it was now a clothing store with racks of clothes, a fitting room and a large open space in front of the checkouts located at the entrance/ exit to the store. The room was bustling with people and some were better than others at staying in their role as customers of the shop. Some simply could not help looking at Noah and presumably imagining the things he'd done before and the things that were about to go down.
With no other instructions, Noah started idly browsing the store. Mr Godetia had outdone himself because it really did look like a trendy clothing store for guys. There was plenty of Christmassy stock – hats and scarves and novelty clothing items. The array of regular clothes included: jackets, jumpers, shirts, t-shirts, trousers, jeans, shorts, swimwear, underwear...
Noah touched the soft fabric of the smallest thong he'd ever seen. It would barely cover his genitals and that was saying something.
"You're going to have to come with me," said a man's voice.
Noah turned to see Mr Nicholson. Noah had only worked with the man on a role-playing scenario twice before – in January and more recently last month. He was a handsome man in his thirties and this time he was in uniform. The uniform of store security gave Noah a big hint as to where this was about to go.
On the left breast pocket, the security man wore a nametag: OFFICER NICHOLSON.
The character seemed somewhat Americanised but Noah didn't mind – his mind was already racing.
"Why? What have I done?" Noah asked.
"Please follow me," Officer Nicholson said.
Noah obeyed – led to a door at the back of the store that opened into a corridor. There were three doors on the left-hand side but the security guard opened the second and gestured for Noah to enter. The room contained a table with a chair on either side and a mirror that covered the length of one of the walls. Noah's pretty face as reflected back in it.
"Sit!" Officer Nicholson commanded.
Noah sat.
"You've been accused of having stolen something. Witnesses saw you putting things in your pocket," the man said.
"What? Me?" Noah protested innocently – because he was innocent.
"Yes you. Don't try the innocent act with me. I caught some of your buddies earlier..." Officer Nicholson said.
"I don't have buddies. You've made a mistake," Noah insisted.
"That's what they all say," the security man replied.
"Especially the innocent," Noah pointed out.
"Don't get smart with me. Stand up!" Officer Nicholson said.
Noah stood up.
"I'm going to search you, is that ok?" he asked.
"I... I guess..." Noah said.
The man roughly rooted around in the pockets of Noah's hoodie and found nothing. Officer Nicholson was close enough to Noah to smell his sweet, minty breath from the chewing gum he'd been masticating before arriving for the EMARP.
"The others didn't let me search them," Officer Nicholson commented.
"I didn't know that was an option!" Noah protested.
"Too late," the man replied.
He sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his beefy arms across a well-toned chest.
"What's your name, kid?" Officer Nicholson asked.
"Noah Flood," the teenager replied.
"Do you know what will happen if I have to call the police, Noah?" he asked.
"Nothing. Because I didn't do anything wrong," Noah replied.
"But your friends say you did. They say it was all your idea," Officer Nicholson said with the pretence of sympathy.
"But you searched me. You didn't find anything," Noah pointed out.
"I checked two pockets, that's not a search," Officer Nicholson insisted. "If the police come, that'll go on your record and their search will go on record..."
"No. Please. I didn't do anything. I don't even have friends..." Noah said. "Well, I mean... obviously I have friends..."
"And now you're lying, Noah. You see? How can I trust you? I'll just hand you over to the police and let them deal with you," Officer Nicholson decided.
Noah played along with the scenario, intuiting what was supposed to happen next.
"No! Don't call the police. You can search me!" Noah proposed. "Search everywhere!"
Officer Nicholson smirked.
"Well, maybe we could do that," Officer Nicholson said thoughtfully. "It would have to be everywhere though, Noah. And I would need to thoroughly search your clothes once you took them off."
"Off!" Noah exploded.
"Yes, off. You'll have to take your clothes off for me to search you everywhere. Unless you've changed your mind about a criminal record?" the man asked.
"No. No... ok..." Noah said in a glum tone of barely contained panic.
"Let's get started then," Officer Nicholson said. "I need you to stand against that wall and take off all your clothes for me."
Noah took a few steps and stood with his against the wall that the security guard had pointed to. He was facing the officer and the large mirror – which now reflected the petite boy. Noah turned so his profile faced the man as he meekly pulled down the sip of his hoodie and then slipped it off his shoulders.
"Just throw it on the floor," Officer Nicholson said with contempt for the boy's clothing.
Noah tossed the hoodie on the floor and pulled his t-shirt off too. His skinny arms were scooped into a vest that was loose fitting and showed a plunge of skin under Noah's arms. The scoop of the neckline revealed Noah's taught sternum. The whole garment was loose enough for each of his nipples to slip out depending on how he turned.
To delay the strip, Noah toed off his trainers and scuttled them forward and then hopped from foot to foot as he pulled his socks off. Noah looked sheepishly at Officer Nicholson, who looked very nonchalant as he leaned back and continued to watch the seventeen-year-old removing his clothing.
The fact Noah was stripping of his own volition but under the pretence of duress was a wonderful scenario.
Noah's feet felt cold on the floor and he remembered what Mr Godetia had said half an hour ago – that he would turn the heating down. Had he meant that? It was very cool in the room but not cold. Noah wondered what merit there was in a sexual scenario for the display of a small penis. Surely people wanted to see it big?
Noah opened his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. The cool air was caressing Noah's bare arms and now his bare legs. He hopped each foot out of the jeans and felt bashful about his smooth legs and smooth thighs.
For a moment, Noah thought he heard giggling. It was so close it was almost in the room. He looked at Officer Nicholson who had shown no sign of hearing it. In the mirror, Noah caught sight of his profile – a boy who was fair skinned and almost hairless, long legs and a body that was gradually stretching. Noah was turning into a beanpole.
Noah pulled off his vest, feeling his nipples tighten in the air and leaving him with nothing but his tatty grey briefs when he tossed the vest on the top of the clothing pile. Noah shifted sheepishly on his bare feet while he waited for the next moment.
"Go ahead and take those off too," Officer Nicholson said gently.
Noah could have sworn he heard giggling again.
"Do... do I have to?" Noah asked.
"Yes," replied the security guard.
"But... I'll be naked..." Noah said pathetically.
"I can still call the police if you want but your clothes are evidence now," Officer Nicholson said. "Do you want to be taken out the store in just those underpants?"
"No," Noah said miserably.
"Then take off your underwear, Noah," the man ordered.
Noah gripped the briefs and bent over as he slipped them down. His bare butt and shrivelled penis came into view as the briefs fell to his ankles and Noah gave a kick to add them to the top of the pile. Noah's penis was less than two inches long but it could have been worse and his balls remained loose – albeit slightly less low hanging than normal.
"Turn and face me," Officer Nicholson said authoritatively.
Noah turned with his hands over his genitals. Officer Nicholson looked at him for a long moment – drawing out the humiliation of covering up his boy bits.
"Move your hands to your sides," Officer Nicholson demanded.
Noah uncovered but with a show of great embarrassment. It wasn't hard to pretend – if this were real, and it felt real, he would have been mortified. His hands had warmed his dick just a little but the protrusion from a short-haired nest of pubes remained small.
"I need to take some pictures for the file," Officer Nicholson said. "In case my boss sends for any reports."
That sounded like nonsense. Moreover, Officer Nicholson pulled what looked like a personal mobile phone from his pocket.
"Is that... is that your own phone?" Noah asked.
"These pictures are for the file, Noah," Officer Nicholson admonished as if Noah were being unreasonable.
However, Noah noticed the response was not a denial of the question Noah actually asked. Officer Nicholson snapped multiple pictures of Noah with his exposed balls and two-inch penis – his skinny chest and abdomen too.
"Turn to your right," Officer Nicholson asked.
Noah obeyed and more pictures snapped to the soundtrack of a camera shutter.
"Turn to your right again. Face the wall," Officer Nicholson said.
Noah did so – proffering his little ass to the security guard who took more pictures of the naked boy.
"Turn right one more time. Face the other wall," Officer Nicholson asked.
Noah obeyed and pictures were taken of his other side. Officer Nicholson slipped the phone away and stood up straight. His casual seat on the desktop was over and Noah was reminded how tall the man was.
Noah didn't know what to expect next yet he was still caught off guard when the guard did not try to touch him or arouse him in anyway. Instead, Officer Nicholson stalked to Noah's clothes and started picking them up. He slung each item, one by one, over his arm and then picked up the trainers.
"I just need to take these. I'll examine them and I'll be right back," Officer Nicholson said casually. "Feel free to get comfortable."
Officer Nicholson grinned while his eyes glanced to where Noah's clothes had been. As the man left Noah naked in the interview room all Noah was left with for company was a single sock.
And a one-way mirror.
Noah partially covered himself as he shifted uncomfortably in the corner of the room. After a few minutes he padded out of the corner on his bare feet and looked at himself fully in the mirror. Barefoot and bare naked – barely covering his dick. He had just let the man walk out with his clothes and Noah felt like a fool. He turned away from the mirror – offering the inevitable spectators behind it a view of his ass.
Noah wandered around the small room, looking small and lonely; he looked more like a boy who had lost his dad than a boy accused of theft. Noah lingered, meandering around the room and waiting for the next part of the scenario.
Suddenly the door flew open again and a tall lad Noah didn't recognise stood in the threshold. He looked like he was in his early twenties and was wearing trousers and a shirt that looked like it had been hastily tucked in. Because it had been. The shirt had no tie and the top button was open.
The lad had jet black hair on his head and face – his beard suited him but his cheeks and long neck were smooth, creating a very handsome look. The lad had intense blue eyes and a wolfish smirk on his face.
"My colleague told we might have a thief on our hands. Officer Nicholson will be right back, once we're done searching your clothes for stolen merchandise," the young man said.
He had a rough accent that he was trying very hard to make sound refined. He hadn't even introduced himself but he presented himself as part of the store security.
"Until he comes back, stand there!" the young man pointed.
Noah stood where he was told, the table on his left, the mirror straight ahead and the door in the corner to his right.
"Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs a little," the young man ordered.
"But... why?" Noah complained.
"You little thief, don't question me. Do as you're told," the young man commanded.
Noah did – posing with no way of covering the brevity of his pubic hair in his pits or above his flaccid penis. His near total hairlessness was reflected back at him. Noah felt very silly with his small willy and testicles that dangled between his legs. The young man almost laughed at Noah but he opened the door and left with barely a sneer. A few seconds later Noah heard... was that giggling again? Stifled laughter that Noah could only just hear.
And a flash? For just a moment it was as if the mirror blinked.
Noah feigned ignorance but it was obvious the lad or lads behind the mirror were taking his picture on their phones. It reminded Noah that the production involved more than just him. The door opened a second time a few minutes later and when Officer Nicholson saw Noah he laughed at the seventeen-year-old.
"What are you doing?" Officer Nicholson asked.
"I... I'm standing here like I was told to," Noah said innocently.
"Who told you to?" Officer Nicholson played along.
"Another security officer I guess? He was tall, bearded, intense blue eyes..." Noah described.
"Blue eyes? That little..." Officer Nicholson muttered angrily.
Officer Nicholson hadn't closed the door so he walked back into the corridor and Noah lamented that anyone could walk past and see him exposed. Noah heard another door open.
"Clark! Get out here, now!" Officer Nicholson roared.
Officer Nicholson returned with the blue-eyed boy in tow. Clark was almost crying with laughter.
"Did you do this?" Officer Nicholson asked.
"No. You did," Clark rebutted.
"Very funny. You know what I mean. Did you make this naked boy stand there and pose with his penis exposed in front of the mirror that you and your friends were hiding behind?" Officer Nicholson asked clearly.
"Did you forget we were there when you made him strip?" Clark asked.
"Answer the question, Clark," Officer Nicholson replied wearily.
"Yes, we told him to pose like that. But really it's his fault," the handsome young man said.
"My fault?" Noah objected.
"You agreed to be searched. You should never agree to be searched," Clark said knowledgably.
"You'd know," Officer Nicholson said sneeringly.
"He said he'd call the police," Noah replied naively.
"So? You didn't actually take anything, you muppet!" Clark insulted.
"Wait! You and your friends were the boys Officer Nicholson had already caught? You're the real thieves?" Noah asked.
"Certainly not," Clark protested.
Methinks thou doth protest too much.
"He ain't found nothing and he never will," Clark said confidently.
"Shut up Clark," Officer Nicholson replied. "And get back in the other room, I have an examination to continue."
"You're still going to search me? But Clark just said...
"Of course I'm still going to search you," Officer Nicholson interrupted.
"You're going to let him watch?" Noah asked.
"I have nowhere else to put them," Officer Nicholson said but the actor smirked as the scenario grew almost pantomime. "You might as well turn on the light in there so I can keep an eye on all of you."
One-way mirrors work by leaving one room in darkness, which obscures the occupants of that room, and the other room brightly lit. With light on both sides, the mirror becomes glass. Thus, Noah found himself posing for an audience. Behind the glass was Clark and five other hot young men.
"Officer Nicholson, I think they took pictures of me," Noah said.
"What kind of pictures?" Officer Nicholson asked – knowing the audience would love hearing Noah say it out loud.
"Those boys took naked pictures of me," Noah bemoaned.
"Is that true?" Officer Nicholson asked the glass.
The boys pressed a button and voices piped though.
"Not no."
"I can neither confirm nor deny..."
"Like we would do that."
"No comment."
"That would be wrong."
"You might very well think that but I couldn't possibly comment."
Officer Nicholson sighed heavily and turned to face Noah. He looked the naked teen up and down before speaking again.
"I'm going to search you now," the security man said.
"Can you at least close the door?" Noah pleaded.
Officer Nicholson looked over at the open door and smirked.
"Certainly not, Noah. Stop wasting time," the man replied.
"But anyone walking past will see me and I don't have any clothes on," Noah whined.
"No-one will want to look at a pathetic naked teenager," Officer Nicholson attested.
Over the next minute Noah felt each limb stroked and caressed; his armpits, chest and back were stroked and there remained only one place the man had not checked. Behind the scenes, someone had clearly hastily organised for a few passers-by to walk up the corridor. The looked in to see the naked teenager and laughed or sniggered at him before moving on.
"Bend over the desk please," Officer Nicholson asked.
Noah was still flaccid but his dick had expanded to three inches.
"His willy has chubbed up," Clark commented.
"You're disgusting. This is a serious search of a suspect Clark," Officer Nicholson said with a straight face.
Noah bent over the desk – his ass angled towards the mirror at a forty-five-degree angle. Officer Nicholson stroked each of Noah's ass cheeks and then prised them open to look at his hole.
"I'm going to examine you in here in case you stole any small items," Officer Nicholson said.
"And shoved them up my butt?" Noah asked incredulously.
The six boys next door laughed – no longer stifling their amusement and Clark leaned on the speaker so Noah could hear it more clearly.
"Some people will do anything to get something for free," Officer Nicholson suggested.
Noah felt Officer Nicholson slip a finger into his ass and then a second finger. He started to work the fingers in and out, pleasurably stretching the sphincter as his fingers slid against the internal wall until he was pressing against the prostate.
Noah let out a pleasurable moan – more overt than was necessary.
"I think he likes that," Clark said from the other room.
Noah started to get hard and when he got hard, his cock leaked. He shuffled forward as Officer Nicholson's fingers continued to fuck him so the head of his cock pulsed over the table. A little pool of cum started to form on the tabletop as Noah's hard cock pumped clear slop onto the surface.
"I think I can feel something. I should go get the probe. I'll be right back," Officer Nicholson said.
The man was no sooner out the room than Clark entered.
"He'll only be gone a few minutes... can I fuck you while he's gone?" Clark asked.
Noah had no idea if Clark was an actor or just a particularly active spectator of the EMARP but he also knew that Mason would never allow anything to happen that he did not approve of. He was the man who organised and orchestrated these things.
"Yes," Noah said.
"Bareback?" he asked.
Noah looked at him in surprise.
"I am aggressively tested," Clark said.
His accent was no longer rough and colloquial and it wasn't faux refined either. Clark had an upper middle-class accent and it was the only time he broke character.
"Ok," Noah agreed.
Noah bet over the desk but looked over his shoulder to see what kind of cock Clark had. The door to the corridor was still open and because he had his back to it, he had no way of knowing how many people would walk past and see him searched, bent over or fucked. Clark unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick as he stepped closer to Noah's nude ass. His erection was pulled out in one solid motion – over seven inches and circumcised.
Noah reached around and grabbed it, tugging the young man closer. It was hard to tell exactly how old he was but Noah would have guessed early twenties – about Jamie's age. Jamie had been the first man to bareback him. Noah accepted the risk during an EMARP (working conditions) was especially minimal.
Clark lined his hard-on up and pressed the head against Noah's hole. Noah moaned as it eased in and he could feel his sphincter spread and then tighten against the shaft. Noah had been loosened up by Officer Nicholson's fingers but the full-size cock still spread Noah's puckered hole wider than it was ready for. A moist headed cock applied slow but constant pressure until it popped inside and then the shaft followed.
"Fuck. Oh me," Clark said.
Noah's tight hole was hot and Clark pushed deeper until Noah's sacrum was tickled by wiry pubes. Clark pulled back and began to thrust in earnest. Noah could hear the fleshy slap of pelvis on ass as the older guy fucking him. The contact jolted Noah but it was a feeling of intense pleasure. Noah's cock leaked, dribbling on his toes.
Noah looked over his shoulder at the fully dressed man with only his cock exposed. The contrast between Clark being clothed and Noah being naked, between Clark being older and Noah being younger and between Clark being big and Noah being small was thrilling.
Clark pulled his cock out and tapped it on Noah's sacrum. Noah could feel the wetness of natural lubricant smear the small of his back. Clark swept his hard meat up and down the crack between Noah's cheeks.
"Lie down on the table," Clark said.
Noah obeyed – his back on the hard surface and his legs dangling over the edge. Clark lifted Noah's legs by his ankles and held them aloft as he shuffled closer. Noah found his calves resting on Clark's shoulders as the young man lined up his cock again and resumed penetration. Noah put his hand to his sides and gripped the edges of the table. Clark was grunting and grinning down at Noah, appreciating his twinkiness.
Clark had to admit though – Noah had a surprisingly big cock. Noah's ball sac hung loosely between his thighs, dropping over the perineum and almost resting on Clark's swollen member.
Noah's cock, directly in front of the young man, was oozing precum onto the smooth tummy. He reached out and gave it a few jerks while slowing the pace of his thrusting. If this were real life, Officer Nicholson would have returned by now but these moments were choreographed and Noah suspected the anal probe would be found moments after Clark left the room.
"Do you mind if I cum inside you?" Clark asked as he was close to orgasm.
Noah nearly giggled at the politeness. It was like the young man was in a bank and asking to make a deposit.
"Go for it," Noah replied.
Clark fucked Noah with excited thrusts and when he came, Noah was sure he could feel the hot splash inside him. Noah heard wet and sloppy noises as the meat injection pulsed through the tight ring of Noah's ass and ploughed through the creamy discharge it had just released.
Clark wiped the spongy head of his cock around Noah's hole, using the thick rod to push some of his own jizz back inside but the spunk was wont to leak out, plastering Noah's perineum.
Clark stuffed his messy dick back inside his trousers. Surprising Noah, Clark put his face between Noah's cheeks and licked away the excess cum. Clark ate his own spunk off the silky ring between Noah's creamy thighs like it was a gourmet meal.
"That was awesome, Noah," Clark said.
"Yea..." Noah agreed.
"Stay like that until Officer Nicholson returns," Clark said as he left the room.
The door was still open and three young men, followed by another half a minute later, passed by. The looked at him with agape mouths before continuing. Noah tried to imagine how he would feel to be an audience member on set and having the chance to see his favourite porn star up close.
Then Noah wondered if he had fans?
While he waited for Officer Nicholson, Noah obediently lay on his back with his legs spread. He knew it would cause a scene when the officer returned to find him hard and leaking. Predictably, Officer Nicholson walked in and gazed at Noah with dramatized shock.
"Noah? Why do you have an erection?" the man asked.
"Sorry sir," Noah apologised.
"Well, I still need to examine your anus," Officer Nicholson said. "This will detect if there are any foreign objects up there."
The device was pure and simple a dildo. Non-vibrating but still a dildo.
"In my ass?" Noah asked.
"Last week a guy tried to smuggle three chocolate Santa's out the store but putting them inside his anus, so yes," the security man replied as he stood between Noah's legs and prepared the probe.
"Can you close the door this time?" Noah asked because it was still wide open.
"I'm a busy man, Noah. Do you think you're the only thing I've got to do today?" the man replied.
Noah and Officer Nicholson suppressed smiles at the way the reply had been articulated. Hilarious.
"Spread your legs," Officer Nicholson said.
Noah spread them and felt the dildo push inside. Noah had already been fingered and fucked so this would not take long. He was being carefully watched by Officer Nicholson and the six boys in the room behind the mirror remained entertained by the blatant abuse of Noah's hole.
Noah made an effort to squirm and moan – which wasn't hard because he'd already been fucked in the ass and now being buggered by a rigid phallus was milking his prostate. Noah bucked his hips a little, thrusting without resistance into the air.
Officer Nicholson was very good. He teased Noah and built-up speed and pressure until Noah was ready to burst. Noah didn't even touch his cock but it throbbed and then shot ropes of cum. Noah's cock was resting on his stomach now, precum making it slide against his glad abdomen. Noah whined as he was finally taken over the edge. Pulses of cum quirted all over his abdomen and pubis, pooling into his bellybutton and matting his short pubic hair.
"You disgusting boy!" Officer Nicholson admonished. "Did you just ejaculate during a serious investigation?"
"Sorry, sir," Noah breathlessly sighed.
"I'll get something to clean you up..." the man said with revulsion.
Officer Nicholson took the dildo with him and he had barely left the room when Clark returned. He took precious seconds to examine the seventeen-year-old – sweaty and naked with jizz in his bellybutton. However, Clark was not alone this time. His five friends pushed in behind him.
"Let's do this," one of them said ecstatically.
Noah wondered what "this" was supposed to mean but he wasn't left wondering for long. Between them, the six boys grabbed Noah's legs and arms and lifted him off the table.
"What are you guys doing?" Noah asked anxiously.
They didn't answer but they did carry him out the room and down the corridor – back towards the busy shopping area.
"Oh no! Please, no!" Noah said desperately. "I'm naked guys!"
"We know," Clark chuckled.
"Yea, we can see that."
"It's the week before Christmas too so this place is going to be packed."
"No. Everyone will see my dick," Noah said frantically.
"And you're covered in boy juice."
"Imagine the store security footage."
"Imagine the camera pictures! Everyone is going to take pictures of you, little guy."
The six boys burst into the store which was crammed with people just like a real store at Christmastime. Noah was being carried but that meant he was all but surrounded too – it took a minute for people to realise there was something interesting at the centre of the group.
Finally, near the front of the store where a space was clear for shoppers to queue for the checkout, they dropped Noah to his feet. Spunk had leaked all over his abdomen and now he was upright, the residue sluiced down onto his balls and thighs.
He was standing in the large open area in full view of the cash registers, the entrance to the store and the passers-by outside and almost everyone in the store.
The people in the shop were all around him. Noah covered his boy bits even as the laughter started.
The mean boys were right – camera phones were out in seconds and taking pictures of his nudity. His genitals were covered but his ass was still exposed.
"Is that cum on his stomach?"
"Did you jizz on yourself?"
"Stop right there!" a familiar voice said.
Officer Nicholson approached, pushing through the crowd towards Noah.
"I turn my back for one second and you run off? Doesn't make you look very innocent, does it?" Officer Nicholson said.
"No, I didn't try to run. Clark and his friends carried me here," Noah attested.
"Clark and his friends are still in the interview room next to yours. Don't you think they'd have run off too if they'd carried you here?" Officer Nicholson suggested.
"I... I don't know," Noah responded. "Please. Everyone can see me."
There were smiles and flashes all around and it felt so real that Noah's heart pounded.
"I'm not letting you get away again. Turn around," Officer Nicholson commanded.
Noah was grabbed by the arm as he was spun around then Officer Nicholson reached around to grab Noah's wrist. He pulled the teenager's hand away from his genitals, leaving only one hand barely covering the flaccid lump. Noah felt a handcuff snap onto the wrist and when he twisted his neck around to look at the security man, Officer Nicholson grabbed Noah's other wrist and pulled it behind his back too.
Noah's hands were secured behind his back and left his penis and testicles fully exposed to everyone in the story.
"Oh my fucking god!"
"Look at that little thing."
"Wee willy winkie."
"This is going on my Twitter."
"Noah Flood, I am taking you back to the interview room to conclude my investigation," Officer Nicholson said.
"Noah Flood? I'll look you up on Instagram and tag you."
The boys in the store laughed nastily but he could see the unguarded interest of the EMARP audience. Noah knew it was all just a scenario, but the idea of being exposed on social media was always exciting. His surname wasn't really Flood but it was still an exciting threat.
"I think you should apologise to all these people for exposing yourself and ruining their afternoon," Officer Nicholson said.
Noah was slowly rotated to exhibit him to everyone.
"I'm really sorry," Noah said, abashed.
"For?!" the man prompted the naked boy.
"I'm very sorry for exposing my self to all of you," Noah apologised.
"Fine! C'mon," Officer Nicholson.
The man marched Noah through the crowd of ogling men and boys and only once he was back in the corridor did Noah feel safe again. Noah was returned to the interview room where his clothes had been returned, neatly folded, and were sitting on the table.
"Despite running away, I didn't actually find anything so I guess I should let you go," Officer Nicholson said.
"You guess?" Noah asked incredulously. "Then why did you handcuff me and expose me to everyone?"
"To teach you a lesson," the security guard insisted.
"But you just said I didn't do anything wrong," Noah pointed out.
Officer Nicholson just smirked at Noah.
"Your clothes," the man said with an offhanded gesture. "Put them on and get out."
Officer Nicholson walked to the door but turned back at the last moment.
"Oh, and the spunk on your body is disgusting. You stink of it," the man said.
Noah huffed – it was Officer Nicholson who had caused him to cum after all. As Noah got dressed, unsure if the scenario was over or not but certain that Clark had not made a final appearance, he waited for the scene to end.
"He's kind of a creep, right?" asked Clark – rhetorically, Noah assumed.
Noah just nodded.
"Also, that was amazing!" Clark said.
He was alone which made Noah think Clark was an actor and not just a spectator.
"You left me there," Noah said while pulling on his vest.
Noah had already put on his undies and trousers but was barefoot. His bare arms dangled from his vest.
"Yea! And it was awesome!" Clark exploded. "So many people saw you. You were like Christmas and birthday's rolled into one!"
"I'm trying not to think about it," Noah replied – if this were real life as opposed to fantasy, he would not be so chilled. "Anyway, what happened with you?"
"Me? Just got a warning," Clark said.
"A warning! I got stripped and fucked with a dildo and you got a warning?" Noah objected.
"It wasn't a dildo," Clark said facetiously. "It was a probe to search for contraband."
"Whatever," Noah muttered.
Fully dressed, he looked at Clark – a very handsome young man!
"I hope we can meet again," Clark observed.
"I hope so too," Noah agreed.
Noah put on his t-shirt and hoodie but his jacket was still in the backstage changing room. The last thing he did was slip his bare feet into his trainers. His feet were bare because one sock had not been returned.
Together, Noah and Clark left the interview room where they'd had sex and where Noah had been humiliated. The only thing left in the room was a single boys sock lying on the floor...
"We haven't properly met," Clark said.
"Noah," Noah replied and he offered his hand.
"Clark," Clark chuckled, shaking Noah's hand.
It was a strange profession – sex scenarios (and in Noah's case humiliation scenarios) with men you didn't know. However, Noah rather enjoyed meeting fellow actors for the first time during a scenario – it meant he never knew if he was working with an enthusiastic and lucky EMARP attendee or a fellow sex worker.
Noah and Clark left the corridor constructed for the scenario and found their way into the behind-the-scenes area.
"You were a lot of fun. Did you enjoy it?" Clark asked.
"Loved it. All of it," Noah insisted – sensing Clark had been nervous about the finale.
"The scene where people threatened to put pictures of you online..." Clark said and shuddered.
Noah smiled and sniggered to himself.
"My favourite part," Noah said.
"I know it was just part of the scenario but I get the fear that people will find out I do this," Clark confided.
"Your people wouldn't understand?" Noah asked gently.
"Well... I'm straight so my friends and family might not understand being gay for pay," Clark replied.
The young man was perfectly open about it. He didn't seem embarrassed about having sex with someone for money.
"I'm just gay but..." Noah started to say but Mr Godetia was standing outside Noah's changing room.
"I'll see you later Noah," Clark said breezily. "Have a good holiday. Hopefully we can work together again sometime?"
The straight boy had to admit – Noah's hole was the nicest thing he'd ever put his cock inside.
"Hello Mason," Noah said.
"Noah, did you enjoy that one?" Mason asked.
"I did, thank you," Noah answered and Mr Godetia opened the door for him.
"I have a Christmas present for you," Mason said.
"You do?" Noah asked with surprise.
"Yes," the man replied but he had a wicked grin. "But you don't have to accept it."
"What is it?" Noah asked suspiciously.
Mr Godetia had a wrapped box which he handed to Noah. Noah unwrapped it and stared at the picture and writing on the box. You... you can't be serious. Mason shrugged and was still grinning.
"I mean... why?" Noah asked.
"It's a special gift just for you," Mason said as if he was doing Noah a favour. "I thought you could wear it over the Christmas and New Year holidays.
"What?!" Noah replied – astonished by the very idea.
"Why don't we agree to another EMARP in three weeks..." Mason started to say.
"Three weeks?" Noah protested. "Why not two weeks?"
"The studio isn't open over the holidays, Noah." Mr Godetia said reasonably. "You think I'm going to film pornography on New Year's Day?"
Noah shrugged but he was too distracted by the box in his hands.
Three weeks.
"Do you need help with it?" Mason asked. "Dale would be happy to help you."
"Ok," Noah said.
"Ok?" Mason asked for the sake of clarity.
"Yes," Noah replied.
"Ho, ho, holy shit its cold outside," Noah said as he entered the house.
"And welcome home to you too," said his dad who emerged from the kitchen.
"Hi dad," Noah said and offered his dad a hug. "It is bloody cold outside though."
"I know," his dad laughed.
"Welcome home. But more importantly, did you bring me presents?" Noah asked.
Bruce chuckled and patted Noah's head affectionately.
"Maybe. You'll find out in a few days," Bruce replied.
"Dan says dinner will be ready in half an hour," Jamie said as he emerged into the hall.
Noah had removed his jacket but was otherwise fully dressed.
"Did you get Jamie a Christmas present?" Noah asked with wink.
The fact that Jamie and his dad had been having sex for years had come as a surprise initially but it made them happy. They weren't, to Noah's knowledge, dating in any formal sense but they were intimate.
"I got Jamie one," Bruce said.
"I'll let you give me one," Jamie added.
Noah giggled childishly.
"Are you guys done flirting yet?" Dan said.
Daniel was the last one to emerge from the kitchen where the three men had convened before hearing Noah get home.
"I had some more flirting in me but it's fine," Jamie said jokingly.
Dan let Jamie put an arm around his waist for a half-hug but Daniel was looking at Noah.
"Fun afternoon?" Daniel asked.
Noah told Dan about all his EMARP events and he would enjoy hearing about this one later. He didn't openly tell the others about what Noah had been up to but he implied that Noah had been up to something.
"Yes thanks," Noah answered. "So, dinner in half an hour."
Noah didn't want to give his dad or Jamie a rundown of his role-playing adventure, though his dad knew all about it.
"Yea. So why don't you go get undressed for dinner and we'll all sit down together," Daniel suggested.
"Good idea," Noah agreed.
Noah felt a flutter of anxiety. Once he was naked, the whole family would see the gift Mason had given him. He didn't need to say who had given it to him but Noah would need to explain why he was wearing a chastity cage. It was made of clear plastic so his skin was still totally exposed though the mystery device. Mason or Dale were keeping the key safe so he couldn't cheat. Now Noah was all locked up for three weeks – no masturbation and no cumming.
Well, at least they would have something to talk about.
This is the last regular chapter until the end of January. However, there will be a short chapter featuring Noah during Christmas week. The first three weeks in January, I will be sharing a new Anthology story; a spy genre erotica entitled The Spy Who Lubed Me.
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Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures