Note: This story is a complete work of fiction, though I wish that some parts of it had actually happened. The names in this story have been changed and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. As always, support Nifty if you are able.
Thanks, Rob
Part 2 (edited)
The reply was immediate. "Awesome Thomas. We will talk more tomorrow. Good night!"
I still had a million thoughts running through my head. I surprised myself by not worrying that I had made a horrible mistake. I guess I have reached the point where I don't really care what anyone else thinks of me. I have no intentions of telling people that I am gay, but not because I am ashamed of it, but more because I don't need that kind of drama in my life. My family would not be supportive at all except maybe my older brother. He was not the kind of person to judge.
I turned out the light and got ready to go to sleep. My normal routine was to slide my boxers down just above my knees. Not all the way off, but out of the way. My dick was not yet hard, but I knew it would not take long. I am cut by the way. I slowly jacked my dick until it was totally hard. For some reason, I have always made a lot of pre-cum. Today was no different. I rubbed my finger through the piss slit and gathered up the pre-cum. My favorite thing to do is to use it as lube around the base of my dick head. As soon as I had the whole head covered in pre-cum I started jacking pretty fast. My dick was pulsing it was so hard.
Right before I was ready to cum, I stopped and let the feeling ease off just enough that I would not cum yet. I started jacking as fast as possible again right up to the point of cumming once again and stopped. Damn, that was close. I almost did not stop in time. So as soon as the feeling backed off again, I started back with a slow steady stroke. This time I was not going to stop. Slowly and surely the feeling rose from my balls up the shaft to the tip. My first spurt went straight up about a foot before dropping down on my stomach. Four or five spurts later and I stopped jacking. It took me about three or four minutes to catch my breath. That was definitely a good one.
For some reason, I slept like the dead that night. Even with all that was running through my mind, I did not wake up until 7. I had 45 minutes to get ready and head out the door. I showered and ate some cereal and out the door I went.
All through the day, I kept looking at people trying to figure out who might be the one on the other end of the phone. A couple of guys looked at me like I was crazy.
Finally, I just settled into a routine and quit staring people down. Nothing seemed unusual with anyone except for me. Right before lunch, I felt the phone vibrate. Since phones are not allowed at my school, I waited until the class ended and slid into the nearest bathroom.
As soon as I could get it out and open, I almost dropped it. The text read "Your next test is easy. Send a picture of another dick before the end of the day. It cannot be yours again. Hard will get you bonus points, but no matter what, it must be a clear picture of a dick."
How the hell was I going to do that without anyone knowing. I just sat there on the toilet trying to figure out a plan when it just happened. Two guys came into the bathroom, walked up to the urinals and started peeing. When the first finished, he zipped up and walked back out. The second must have had to go a lot more because he was still peeing. When he finished, he turned around towards the sink. I could clearly see his dick before he put it away. I figured all I needed to do now was to wait for someone else to come in and piss. I could hold the cell phone near the crack between the door and take a picture. Nobody would ever know.
After waiting about 10 minutes and a steady stream of guys coming in, one guy finally did it. He turned and I could see his dick. When I took the picture, he had almost put it away, but I did get a picture of the end of his dick. I quickly shut the phone and went out to eat. The guys I normally sit with asked where I had been. I told them that I had to use the bathroom and they kind of stopped asking.
At the end of the day, I sent the pic before I left school. I went ahead and finished my homework as soon as I got home. I kept watching the phone just waiting on the text to arrive. I knew it would just get worse the later in the day it got, so I finished all the homework as fast as I could. Still no text, so I went for a quick run. I had been neglecting my exercise lately, so got back into it. After about three miles, I stopped for a quick rest.
Of course, I had gotten a text while running. It said "Stop by the school on your way back home. Take a picture of your hard dick and face in the goal of the practice soccer field." Damn, somebody was watching me. They knew that I had just run past the school. What if I had not taken the phone with me. I would have had to come back out again. I sent a text back "Ok. On my way now." I got another text back quickly. It said, "Your last pic was ok, but not the best. I would have given you a better picture if you had opened the bathroom stall door."
Holy shit. The guy I was texting was the one I took the picture of. This was going to be fun. For the life of me, I could not remember what the guy looked like. I was too focused on getting the picture. I really wish I had looked more. I do know that he was thin, just the body style I like.
The whole way back to the soccer field, I kept running it through my mind. I am guessing that someone was watching me right now. I am not usually this much of a risk taker, but for some reason, I was totally into this thing.
Whatever this thing was. As soon as I got to the field, I looked around and of course, did not see anyone around. I was totally boned up without even having to jack off any. I know that I had some pre-cum already.
I jogged up to the goal, put the camera on the top bar of the goal. There were several velcro straps around the net, so it was easy to stick the phone so that it was facing down the field. I could pretend that the phone was the goalie and put on a pretty good show. As soon as I got the phone in place, I started it recording.
I stepped back about five feet and faced the camera and started talking. "I know that the game has just started, but I am ready to win. You may know more about me than I think, but I am going to share some thoughts with you." As soon as I finished saying that, I slid my shorts off and dropped them on the ground. I kind of pretended like I was getting ready to kick towards the goal. I spread my legs just a bit and bounced left and right so that the camera would not know which direction I was about to kick. The whole time that I was bouncing left and right, my dick was doing the same. It got totally hard so that I was definitely just making it move back and forth. After a few more swings of my dick, I stopped and walked up close to the camera and acted like I was going to whisper in "his" ear.
I started whispering again and said "I hope you like what you see, because I think you can obviously tell that I like what is happening. You said my last picture was not the best, so maybe this is going to be a bit better. I hope so. I reached up and pointed the camera angle down just a bit. That way it was not pointing out into the field, but down towards the net. It was pointing only about five feet outside of the goal and directly at me.
I started jacking off very slowly. I knew that anyone could come by and see me and I was pretty sure that someone was out there somewhere watching. Just the thought of someone wathing me got me even more horny. It probably did not take five minutes before I was ready to cum. I got as close to the camera as I could. I pointed my dick right at the camera and shot a few spurts right towards it.
As soon as I finished cumming, I put the shorts back on, picked up the camera and looked directly at it and said "I hope that scored a goal with you. I know I enjoyed it a lot." I turned off the recording and headed home. Of course, I got a text. I didn't stop to read it until I got home. When I got to my room I did and it said "Nice delivery. Just how far are you willing to go to join the team?"
Again, this was not something that was normal for me, but I was really getting into this. I liked the sports analogy and responded the same way. I said, "I will do whatever I have to in order to make the team and win the game." I had intended to get a few pictures out of the video to send, but decided to go for it. I sent the entire video. It showed me naked in public, jacking off. If this was a scam, I was in big trouble. But for some reason, I didn't think it was. All I can say for certain is that I was horny as hell again.
The phone vibrated. It had a picture of another guy's body. I could tell that he was about my age. No face was showing, but you can tell a high school person pretty easily. The text said "Do you like what you see?"
I responded "What I can see looks hot. Can I see more?" I figured out what did I have to lose at this point. The text came back in about two minutes.
It said "You had set a new club record. Nobody has asked that question this early in the recruiting stage before. You have passed the third, fourth and fifth tests already. Test Three was to see if you would get naked in public. Test Four was to see if you would jack off for a stranger. Test Five was to see how long it was take you to ask to see one of us."
"Are you willing to move to the next stage? It will move you from the phone with texts, pictures and videos to something more physical. If so, tell your mom that William has asked you to come visit him at college next weekend. You will not be going to visit him, but that is the cover story you must use. You cannot tell William what you really are going to be doing, but you can ask him to cover for you just in case the family checks up on you."
Holy shit. I think I have made the next step. I know that if I say yes, then I will be doing a bunch of gay stuff. I guess they don't realize that doing gay stuff is something I have been wanting for years. So I responded, "Of course, I am in."