Young Jason's Exposure Chapter 10
YOUNG JASON'S EXPOSURE
By TotallyNakedTom
Part 2 Dark Nights and Neon Lights
10
Why did I do that? Jason thought to himself. He didn't know his roommates that well, sure, but knowing himself they would most likely see him naked eventually. Why not now? And he'd been naked in front of so many people just a few minutes before. Why had he ducked up these stairs? Jason shrugged. Oh, well. Here he was, upstairs. And what an upstairs it was.
The stairs in the hall led directly into a darkened living room. The curtains were drawn, and the windows were open to let in a nice light breeze and by the moon light that filtered in Jason could see much of the room. Jason stepped further into the room, his bare feet padding on the carpet. He scratched his head and adjust his scrotum as he explored the room.
The living room was filled with antique furniture of stained dark wood. The cushions on the couches were soft velvet with buttons stuck in them, the entire couch resting on dark stained wooden clawed feet. There were flowers under glass and exotic birds stuffed about the room. A flamingo stared at him from a table beside the window.
The outline of a chandelier shone in the dark above a glass table with Han Solo frozen in carbonite under it. Jason was curious about all of the items in the strange new room, but when he saw the Star Wars table, he got excited. It was cool, and also strangely out of place in this old-fashioned elegant room. He approached a standing floor lamp with a stained-glass shade and flicked it on to get a better look at Han Solo's expression under the table.
For a second once the light was on Jason looked down at the Han Solo table...then he noticed the middle-aged man in a tuxedo sitting in the corner watching. Jason jumped. "Oh, my God," he said. "I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't be up here, I just, um, I just was..." And then Jason remembered he was naked. He looked down at himself and then up at the man watching him from the corner.
The man was bald and big, and he wasn't usually the type that Jason was attracted to but he looked good in that suit. When Jason and his folks arrived from Connecticut, they had met a man who worked for the owner who saw Jason safely settled in to his new room. He was older and not attractive to Jason. This was not that man. This was a completely different man. He must be the owner. Jason was completely naked in front of the man who owned his apartment building, with nothing to cover himself with. He felt his penis filling with blood and Jason looked down in horror to see that he was growing a boner.
Jason reached out to cover himself.
"Stop," the owner commanded.
Jason stopped. He looked directly at the owner and stood with his hands at his sides as his semi grew to a full erection.
The owner leaned back, crossing his legs, tapping his black polished shoe in the air. The light from the lamp gleamed off it and the gold of his cuff links. What was going to happen? Jason thought. Would the owner throw him out? Would he tell Jason's parents about his nude antics? Jason was scared now...and yet another throb of blood made his dick even harder.
For some time, the owner just looked Jason over, impassively. Finally, he spoke, "well, this is a rare treat. It is very rare that a beautiful naked Twink delivers himself into my rooms, fully boned."
Jason blushed. "Um, yes, sorry about that, sir. I just-"
"You just what?"
"Well, I..."
"Let me guess," said the owner. "You were walking around naked, and you were about to be caught so you slipped up the stairs and here we are."
"Yeah," said Jason. "Exactly. How did you know?"
"I heard bare feet downstairs and then a door opening. Then you appeared. So I sort of assumed that's what happened."
"Oh."
Silence stretched between them. The owner sat tapping his foot, calm, not a care in the world. Jason stood rigid, tense, naked with a full boner.
"Well," said the owner eventually. "Are you going to stroke it for me?"
Jason's cock twitched. He'd already cum twice tonight, but the thought of jerking off for this stranger was enticing. He reached for his boner and then stopped.
"Do it, boy," said the owner.
And Jason reached out and took hold of his own penis and began to jerk himself.
"That's it, jerk off for me, boy."
And Jason jerked. His bare feet felt the carpet. A breeze flitted across his back. The stuffed birds watched him from every corner of the room. Han Solo looked up in agony from beneath the glass of the table. The owner watched him from his chair, his eyes never leaving Jason's face or body or dick.
"Go ahead, cum on Han."
Jason came all over the glass. He looked down to see Han Solo's face distorted by his cum. The owner clapped and Jason looked up at him.
"Good, boy," said the owner. "Well, well. I am Ernesto, and you are?"
"Jason."
"Jason, Jason, good to meet you." Ernesto rose and held out his hand. Jason took his hand, and shook it, realizing a second too late that his own right hand had a slick coating of jizz along the back. They broke the hand shake and Ernesto held the jizz that had transferred to his hand to his nose and sniffed it. Then he plucked a Kleenex from a nearby box and wiped off the jizz. He handed the box to Jason who wiped off his hand and then the table glass. Ernesto produced a small garbage can and Jason threw the soiled Kleenex into it. There were still smears of cum on the table. Jason looked at them, reaching for another Kleenex. "Leave it, a gift we'll say."
That made Jason laugh. "My cum is a gift?"
"I'll always remember you cumming on it. So yeah, it's a gift." Ernesto looked Jason up and down. "Turn around," he said softly.
Jason turned so that Ernesto could ogle his ass for a few moments and then he turned back around.
"A boy like you shouldn't have a need for clothes," he whispered.
"I do like not wearing them as much as possible."
"I wonder if we might come to some arrangement..."
"What sort of arrangement?" Jason was worried now.
"Nothing you would object to, I hope. I would like you to never wear clothes while in this building. Tell your roommates whatever you want, but you walk around naked even if they're around. You dress and undress on the porch."
Blood rushed to Jason's penis at that. It would be so humiliating dressing and undressing on the porch where anyone could see. Being naked in front of his roommates, while he was cooking, going to the bathroom, just hanging out in the living room. Fuck, that would be humiliating too but it would also be so awesome.
"And once a week, whenever you feel like it you scurry up here and jerk off on something in this room. If I'm here I will watch. If I'm not here I will savor the spunk you left behind."
Jason's penis grew a bit harder at that. This actually sounded kind of fun. Go into a rich guy's place and cum on his stuff.
"If you meet these conditions, you do not need to pay rent for the rest of your stay." Jason's mouth fell open. "Is it a deal?"
"Um, yeah, that sounds good, great, actually."
"Good, good. Let's draw up a contract."
Ernesto led Jason into a bedroom off the living room. It was furnished in antique dark stained wood furniture like the living room. There was an old fashioned rolltop desk in the corner. Ernesto opened it and drew out a sheet of paper. He wrote down the conditions he had verbalized a few moments ago and signed it. He held out the pen to Jason who read it over.
"It probably isn't all that legally binding on your end, but perhaps it could be binding on my end. I don't know. This is more a formalization of an agreement between us. We don't have to have anything signed if you don't want, I just thought you might feel better about it."
Jason shrugged and signed the paper. "Sure, why not."
"Great," and Ernesto photocopied the contract in the corner and handed the original to Jason. Then Ernesto stood looking Jason over. "You're beautiful," he said finally.
Jason blushed. "Thank you," he smiled, brushing his hair back.
"Well, you must be tired. Why don't you get to bed."
Jason turned to go and then he turned back.
"Can I see your cock?" he asked.
Ernesto was a little surprised. "Sure." He opened up his fly and pulled his penis and balls out through the zipper. It was long and heavy.
"Nice," said Jason. "Were you at a party tonight or something?" He gestured to the tux Ernesto wore.
"I'm a voice actor. I've done rather well at it. I was at an awards ceremony."
"That's really cool! Why do you live here then?"
"I got a more expensive house in Beverly Hills for a time but it was lonely and boring. Here I can always have company if I want, there's rooms for four downstairs and every so often a sexy Twink comes to stay."
Jason started thinking about it. He did not know his roommates very well, but they were all four of them sexy men, even if they weren't super models or anything. "You choose us because we're hot..."
Ernesto shrugged. "I do have you selected based on how much I would want to see you naked. It is an abuse of power but until now, I haven't gotten to see a single one of my tenants naked."
"Would you extend the same deal you made with me to any of them if they were up for it?"
Ernesto considered. "Yes, to any or all of them."
Jason smiled. "I figure I'm going to get to know some of my roomies a bit better from now on," Jason laughed.
"That you are," said Ernesto, giving Jason's butt a playful spank. "Now, go to bed. It's late."
And Jason padded naked down the stairs.
His next room over roommate's door was open and the living room door was mostly closed, and he heard faint TV noises and saw it flicker beneath the door. His roomie was sitting in there watching TV. Jason looked to his closed bedroom door and then to the cracked living room door. He would have to face his roommates naked as the day he was born soon enough. Why not get it over with now? Jason slipped into the living room, his cock growing a little as he went.
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