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Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies Chapter 09: The Extra Miles Part Two, Love Thy Neighbour
MAY 2024 (cont.)
CUM SO FAR
Miles heard the doors open and demure, respectful voices beginning to talk about the things they were seeing in the gallery. They'd be upon the statue and Miles within minutes. And yet, Miles didn't care. He liked the attention and perhaps it was because he was only fifteen that he didn't really consider the consequences of being seen fucking himself in a public venue.
Miles added to the tableau of disgrace by leaning forward and kissing the lips of the sculpture that was based on him. Miles rode the cock with increasing enthusiasm, never once touching his own cock but feeling an orgasm building regardless.
"If you ever want to fuck me, I'd be open to that," Monty whispered in his ear.
Miles looked at him in surprise – a real boy wanted to have sex with him? How exciting. Monty kissed him and then stepped back so Miles could finish himself off.
"Miles?!"
Miles turned to see two men he had not expected to see. Luke and Scott were Miles' next door neighbours. They were in their late thirties and Miles was never sure if they just shared the house next door or if they were actually in a relationship; they both seemed to have had other partners in the years that Miles had known them, and they had plenty of gay friends who visited. Despite being caught by his neighbours, Miles continued to fuck himself on the dildo; grunting and sweating and oozing precum.
"Miles are you... ok?" Scott asked.
The indicated concern but also walked around the boy and the statue. From the rear they could see his skinny ass being filled with a medium sized, flesh coloured dildo. From the side, they could see Miles enormous dick.
"Oh my..."
"I'm fine... I'm ok... Great. I'm great," Miles insisted.
"My goodness, you're naked," Luke said.
Mr Wainwright, Hank, Wilbur, Mr Verge, Morgan and Monty had been joined by Luke and Scott. Luke and Scott were soon joined by another three people and then by four more. And then more again.
"Miles, do you know these two men?" Mr Wainwright asked.
Miles was panting and breathless with the exertion of ploughing himself. The sweat was glistening on his heaving chest as he continued to lift and lay himself on the facsimile.
"Yes sir," Miles replied.
There was a good natured chuckle at Miles' quivering demure.
"Luke and Scott are my neighbours," Miles replied.
As Miles revealed this, he put both hands behind his head to expose his meagre pits as he rode on the dildo inside him.
"Your next door neighbours? Oh my god Miles!" laughed Monty.
"That's sick!" Morgan agreed but meant it in a good way.
"I'm so sorry, Miles," Mr Wainwright said insincerely. "I didn't think your neighbours would see you completely naked. Not to mention erect and anally penetrated."
Miles looked at his neighbours who were awed but conflicted. They had known Miles since he was five years old. Now Miles was fifteen. Neither Luke nor Scott ever imagined anything about the boy next door, never mind that he was so beautiful or that he had such a massive cock."
"Is this... performance art?" Luke asked hopefully.
"Yes," replied Hank who was trying to rescue the situation. "Yes, it is."
"Is photography allowed?" asked a random audience member.
"The life model's face is not allowed to be pictured, thank you. Otherwise, you can go for it," said Wilbur.
The young man had just given free reign for Miles to be photographed fucking himself. In addition to the fifteen year old's heavy breathing, his enormous cock slapped against his abdomen with an obscene percussion.
Miles put his hands on the shoulders of his statue as he managed the finale of his own penetration. He could see several men and boys filming him and Miles was quite sure his sweating face and naked body was in the frame of Monty's filming.
"Does your father know about this, Miles?" asked Scott.
Miles looked at his Scott and shook his head. Luke and Scott were intimately close and Miles had occasionally fantasised about them fucking each other; yet, Miles still did not know exactly what their relationship was. Regardless, Scott and Luke extracted their phones and took pictures of the naked, ass-stuffed boy.
Miles was so close to cumming now and it was a thrill to know so many strangers, almost strangers and acquaintances were about to watch him...
"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" Miles said.
When Miles shot, the first spurt went straight over his head. There were gasps, giggles and whoops as a few dodged to avoid it. Miles blasted the next volleys across his own chest and held on to the shoulders of his doppelganger as the orgasm subsided.
His cock throbbed and pumped jizz, squirting all over his abdomen where it mixed with his sweat. Gravity pulled it into his short pubes and his giant, floppy cock finally stopped pumping cum. Miles dropped, too exhausted to continue, so he was sitting in the lap of the figure as he recovered from cumming in front of at least twenty people.
"That was amazing," said Monty.
"Come on, boys," Mr Verge said.
Morgan and Monty's dad had a tone of voice that was neutral and Miles suspected he was unimpressed or pretended to be unimpressed most of the time. His sons were clearly expected to obey but Monty risked dashing forward to scoop some cum from Miles' tummy and then popping the finger in his mouth.
Several people drew Monty admonishing scowls. Clearly some of the attendees were willing to pretend a masturbating fifteen year old fucking his hole with a statue of himself was performance art but drew the line at eating ejaculate.
Monty and Morgan followed their father but Monty kept looking over his shoulder at Miles.
As Wilbur moved forward to help Miles get up, the crowd stayed to get a better view of the model. The dildo slopped out of his ass slowly as Miles rose up. Miles felt his hole close and reflected on cumming without actually masturbating. It had been so intense. The crowd lingered – fascinated by the real nudity of a beautiful boy and the nudity of the statue that bore his resemblance. Wilbur opened the compartment to retrieve Miles's clothes while Luke and Scott approached.
"Well, Miles. I wasn't expecting that," Luke said.
"I didn't think anyone I knew would see me," Miles confessed.
The men noticed that Miles still didn't cover up, but it would be difficult to cover something that big.
"Does your dad know?" Scott asked.
"He knows I model. He knows I've modelled naked," Miles answered cagily.
The pair looked at each other with indulgent smiles – the each knew a careful answer when they heard one. They looked back at Miles and couldn't help taking in the sight of the stunning boy. Luke had seen Miles sunbathing in the back garden before but never imagined he'd have such an impressive endowment. Scott had once accidentally walked in on Miles in the shower; he'd been visiting for dinner while their kitchen was being refurbished. Miles had been naked, wet and flaccid. The limp prick had been notable on the teenager but now Miles naked, wet and erect, it was even more remarkable.
"How big is it?" Luke asked.
"Nine inches," Miles confided.
"Fuck me," Scott muttered.
He locked eyes with Miles and realised the word choice was ill-judged.
"It would be better if your daddy didn't know about this," Luke suggested.
"I don't want you to tell him this is how I'm making money," Miles insisted.
"Oh... no... we meant that we don't want him to know we watched you..." Luke replied uneasily.
"Doing that," Scott concluded.
"Sure," Miles agreed.
The neighbours left Miles to get dressed, Wilbur having hung about on the sidelines. Miles was soon wearing his vest, shorts and sandals. His underwear was not returned and Miles didn't really mind – he suspected Wilbur wanted them, which Miles took as a compliment.
"Why don't I show you out, Miles," said Mr Wainwright.
Miles passed through the crowds and the farther from his sculpture he got, the less attention he was given. By the time he reached the door anyone who looked was not looking because they'd seen him cum or recognised his likeness in the figure but because he as a skinny boy in shorts and vest with long limbs on show and the gallery was supposed to be upmarket.
"You've come so far considering you only started nude modelling a few months ago," Mr Wainwright said.
"I certainly came far today," Miles noted.
"Did you enjoy that?" Mr Wainwright asked.
"Did you not see me cum?" Miles replied playfully.
"I did. With all those people watching too," Mr Wainwright teased back.
"Did you organise that?" Miles asked suddenly.
"No," Mr Wainwright answered honestly. "Certainly not. It was just providence."
"Really?" Miles retorted. "Boys from a rival school just happened to be there?"
"Their father commissioned the sculpture that you modelled for," Mr Wainwright replied. "The gallery has exclusive access for twelve months and then Mr Verge will take possession of it. Or, more likely one of his sons."
"Yea. Monty seemed especially keen," Miles pondered.
"Don't worry about them," Mr Wainwright said. "I'll have a word with them about being discreet."
"Ok. Good," Miles replied. "I was worried."
"I thought you wanted more exposure?" Mr Wainwright asked.
"I do... I do... I think..." Miles reported truthfully. "I guess it's just the sudden reality of the risk, you know. Not the actual humiliation or exposure but the anticipation of it."
"Hmm," Mr Wainwright said.
"Like, if I'd known they were going to be there, I'd have been too nervous," Miles elaborated. "If something is going to happen, I'd rather it... just happens."
"Hmm," Mr Wainwright said again.
RAINY DAYS AND SUNDAYS
After the excitement of Saturday afternoon, Miles headed home feeling exhausted. He had half expected to meet Monty and Marcus outside the gallery but they had clearly been whisked away by their overbearing father. Miles didn't understand the man – he clearly doted on his sons having commissioned an expensive sex sculpture for them but he was also a total knob!
Miles had found his recent experiences very exciting. Modelling naked, filming sex scenes with a man who had a tiny penis, recording himself cumming and of course getting caught twice in as many days. First by the delivery lad and second by his next door neighbours while fucking his own ass.
On Sunday morning, Miles got up to go for a run. He pulled on a vest and running shorts and a pair of trainers. Miles dispensed with underwear because he'd bought the shorts online and they had a cool inset pouch that scooped up his genitals like a jockstrap.
The pouch didn't stop his penis swinging inside his shorts.
When Miles first started modelling he had been quiet and insecure. He was now confident, almost overconfident, and a bit of a show-off. Miles noticed when people looked at him and enjoyed the attention. It was fun now that spring had brought nice weather and he could show off his legs. The sky was overcast and there was rain in the air but it was still pleasant – perhaps on the cooler side of comfortable.
As Miles reached the third mile, he thought about going back to school and the dreariness of school uniform and being just another boy in a shirt and blazer. No-one at school ever noticed him or looked at his ass after he ran passed them.
There was an older teenager Miles didn't know who had just checked his ass out; Miles caught him when he looked over his shoulder. Miles smiled and carried on running. Miles was just turning back when it started to lightly rain and a mile later, it started lashing down. Miles' face was wet with not only the rain but the runoff from his saturated hair which was plastered to his head.
He still had a country mile to go before he'd get home and Miles was already soaked. Miles' vest stuck to his chest, wrapping tightly around his tummy and making his nipples pop out like darts. Miles' almost smooth legs were shiny with water while his feet splashed though puddles in the shallow dents of the poorly maintained streets.
Splashes of dirty water kicked against his ankles and calves, making the boy dirty as he got closer to home.
Miles sprinted to the finishing line when he reached his own street, but when he got to the door he found it was locked. Miles hadn't brought his keys or phone but his dad usually did the weekly shop on Sundays. Miles deflated miserably as he contemplated standing on the doorstep for the next half hour to an hour; soaked and cold.
It was sad that he had nowhere else to go. Miles didn't have many friends at school or outside of it and no-one that was either close or who he could expect to take him. It was only an hour, tops. Miles walked to the bottom of the driveway, warming up to resume the run. He had nothing better to do.
Just then, a car approached and turned in to the driveway next door. His neighbour Luke was in the driver's seat and in the passenger seat beside him was Scott. Miles found himself thinking about their relationship; regardless of whether they were lovers or partners, Miles had seen the way they'd had looked at him in the gallery.
The rain was still coming down in torrents so it wasn't difficult to wear a forlorn expression.
"Miles?" Luke asked. "What are you doing, standing in the rain?"
Miles walked towards them. Having worn lots of different outfits for modelling, and indeed not worn outfits for modelling, Miles had an acute awareness of his body. He was aware of his long, smooth legs that were wet and silky; his bare arms too, even the roundness of his shoulders which were almost glassy now they were glossy with wetness. Miles was attuned to the stickiness of his vest, which clung to his chest and the fact his pit hair was so scarce it wouldn't even show with his arms at his sides. In his shorts, Miles knew his ass was hugged tight and up front, his penis and testicles were heavy with the weight of the wet fabric.
What Miles hadn't realised was that the wet fabric was white so his pink ass cheeks had been shining through the rear. The pouch for his genitals meant they were still pretty obscured, however the transparent fabric showed off his meagre pubic hair above his dick. Miles' legs were mostly exposed already but even the parts of his thighs and hips that were supposed to be covered were now showing through the wet, white fabric.
"I was out for a run and I'm locked out," Miles replied when he was close enough.
Scott had just stepped out of the car too and he looked at Miles with envy that was hard to hide. The man had seen Miles naked but was till taken aback by how beautiful the boy was.
"You should come inside," Scott said.
Luke flashed Scott a look that Miles couldn't interpret. Alarm? Annoyance? Admonition? Perhaps it was because Scott had invited Miles into Luke's home where it wasn't his place. Luke looked back at his young neighbour and realised it wasn't fair to leave the boy out in the rain. It had only been half a minute and the pair were already wet themselves.
"Yes, come on in," Luke said.
Luke unlocked his front door and let Scott in. Scott hung up his coat in the hall; underneath his clothes were more or less dry. The same was true of Luke. However, as Luke hung up his coat, Miles was still on the doorstep.
"Actually, would you mind going in the back door?" Luke asked.
Miles burst out laughing. A second later, Scott laughed too. Another second later, Luke conceded to the amusing double entendre.
"I'd love too," Miles replied.
Miles hopped off the doorstep and back into the rain, walking around the side of the house to go to the back door. He stood for over a minute before Luke unlocked it, permitting the boy entry to the kitchen. Miles stepped inside gratefully, but he was yet to discover what Scott and Luke had planned for him.
"You should... you should take off those wet clothes," Luke said. "I mean, I'll put them in the dryer."
Miles smirked at the man. Miles had been mortified when his neighbours had seen him in the gallery – fucking his hole with a dildo on a statue of himself. Now, in the intimacy of his neighbours house, it felt warm and scandalous to imagine being naked. It was exciting.
"You don't have to..." Luke insisted.
Miles pulled his wet vest off and exposed his soggy, tight, teenage chest.
"Oh, I don't mind," Miles replied. "I've modelled a lot now and it's no big deal."
Miles peeled of the trainers from his feet and stood barefoot in the wet, virtually see-through shorts. Miles paused for just long enough to tease his neighbour with his almost-nudity. Miles pushed the shorts down slowly while locking eyes with Luke. Miles was smirking as he watched the man next door try not to look down. Finally, Luke relented and his eyes dropped to the teenagers exposed penis.
Miles' flaccid dick had shrunk to four inches in the cold. His foreskin wrapped around the head of his dick, sheathing it while emphasising the shape and size of the knob. Miles' pubic hair was very short and wispy, his abdomen and chest completely bereft of hairs.
With a wet slap, the soaking shorts hit the tiled floor of Luke's kitchen. The noise broke Luke's trans and he looked back at Miles' sweet face.
"Why don't you put them in the dryer?" Luke said.
Miles smiled and nodded. He picked up the clothes and walked the few steps to the washer-dryer. Miles reflected on not only his growing confidence around being modelling naked, and generally being naked around others. Miles realised how much he liked it and how much he enjoyed the attention. Sure, most of the people looking at him could be regarded as dirty old men, but most didn't know he was only fifteen.
Those that did know, like Luke and Scott, probably persuaded themselves that Miles looked older because he had such a massive cock. Miles discovered he liked the attention. Thus, he knelt down in front of the washer dryer and opened the door. Dropping onto all fours, Miles reached forward to put his clothes in the dryer.
Miles looked over his shoulder and saw Luke was staring at his peachy, smooth, bare ass. Luke could see the pink ring of Miles' tight asshole. Moreover, between Miles' legs his genitals dangled towards the floor. Miles had more dick flaccid than some men erect. Four limp inches of boy dick that grew, Luke knew to nine inches.
Miles reached behind and caressed his ass with his right hand. His middle finger slipped between his cheeks and circled around his hole. Luke watched with disbelief as the boy next door pressed a digit inside and started to finger himself.
"Miles, you shouldn't do that," Luke said softly.
Miles chuckled because the man had waited a full minute, watching him frig his hole, before telling him to stop. Miles did so and fluttered his eyes innocently at Luke. He washed his hands and when he turned back, Luke handed him a towel.
"Thanks," Miles said and he thought the adventure was over.
Miles dried his feet, legs and bum; moved up to his back and then his chest. Miles flashed his pits at Luke, just to remind the man of the juxtaposition of well-endowment and boyish hairlessness.
"Here, I'll put the towel in the laundry basket," Luke said with a dry mouth.
"Oh... really?" Miles replied mischievously. "But if you take the towel I'll be nude. I'll be totally bare naked."
Luke wasn't sure if Miles was joking or not until he grinned and tossed the towel to him. Luke reached around Miles to put the machine on to spin and then dry. There was only two small things so it shouldn't take long.
"I'll be back in a minute," Luke said and he opened the door that led from his kitchen into the living room.
Miles could hear hushed voices but not the context of the conversation.
"Miles is here?" Scott said loudly. "Miles, come and see us."
Miles registered the oddity of Scott sounding surprised. Scott knew he was here. Miles followed Luke by opening the door and stepping into the living room where he saw Luke and Scott...
And another five men.
"Yikes!" Miles said.
The men in the room were all around Luke and Scott's age of thirty-something. Miles made no move to cover himself; perhaps it was showmanship or it was a year of modelling that had taught him to wait for a pose.
"Why is there a naked lad in your house?" one of them asked.
"He's my neighbour," Luke explained. "He got caught in the rain. I invited him in to get dry..."
"And he took off all his clothes?" another of their friends asked.
"Well..." Luke struggled to explain.
Mostly he was hoping they didn't ask how old Miles was. He did not want to explain why there was a naked lad in his house; he certainly did not want to explain why there was a naked fifteen year old boy in his house.
"I'm a model," Miles said honestly. "Sorry. Guess it's made me a bit disinhibited. I left the towel in the hamper."
Luke and Scott's friends still thought it was very odd but the explanation was accepted. One of them was about to ask if Miles was going to cover up of find clothes when Scott jumped in.
"Where are my manners," Scott said. "Miles, these are our friends Colm, Evan, Fred, Harry and Josh."
"It's nice to meet you all," Miles replied happily.
Miles stepped forward to shake their hands so the young men had no choice but to accept the grip of the naked lad. They seemed uneasy, but Miles could see them trying not to look at his penis. Miles rather hoped that if Luke and Scott were lovers, their friends were all gay too.
"Sorry," Miles apologised as he stepped back. "I didn't expect total strangers to see my willy."
Miles deliberately degraded himself with the diminutive word that did not fit the four inch dangle between his legs. Miles still felt shame and embarrassment when Mr Wainwright orchestrated modelling maladies, but Miles was shaping this scenario for himself. The men next door had clearly taken advantage of the situation but Miles didn't want them to think they could manipulate him so easily.
"How long have you been modelling, Miles?" one of them asked politely.
"A year. But, I only started nude modelling recently," Miles confided.
No-one wanted to say that if they looked like Miles, they'd sell their bodies for money too. Miles turned his back on them and showed them his ass. Miles was excited and feeling unleashed. He started to get hard with minimal concentration – being naked in front of men made it easy to get a boner.
"A lot of the time when I'm posing, groups will concentrate on details like the curve of my calves of the cleft of my buttocks," Miles explained.
They instinctively looked at those body parts.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," Miles said.
"What are you sorry for, Miles?" asked Luke.
Miles turned around and exposed his now fully erect cock to the group.
"Fuck!" said Colm.
"I'm so embarrassed," Miles lied but made no effort to cover up.
"You're huge!" Evan observed.
"I'm so sorry, sometimes this happens," Miles explained.
"Right," said Fred.
Fred sounded unconvinced.
"What happens if you get stiff during a modelling session?" Harry asked curiously.
"Usually we just wait a minute until it goes down," Miles replied.
"And if it takes more than a minute?" Josh enquired.
Josh was wondering because the lad had been flashing his boner for way more than a minute so far and it was weird.
"Oh, I can make it go away other ways," Miles admitted.
Miles grabbed his nine inch cock and stroked it a few times.
"Miles! That is totally inappropriate," said Scott. "Come one, let's get you something to wear."
Miles murmured an apology and followed his neighbour out of the room. Back in the kitchen, the clothes were still in the dryer.
"You're a little tease," Scott said.
Miles shrugged.
"Are you a slut?" Scott asked.
Miles was taken aback by the question. He thought for a few seconds before replying.
"I take my clothes off for money..." Miles admitted. "And I'd be willing to do other things."
"Like what?" Scott asked vaguely.
"You took pictures of me in the gallery," Miles pointed out.
"Yes?" Scott asked in a way that might have been rhetorical or quizzical.
Miles didn't want the man to think he was a pushover.
"Do you like me being naked in front of you?" Miles asked.
This time, Scott did not reply.
"You know I'm just an innocent boy, right?" Miles needled.
Miles could see Scott was uncomfortable now that he had been called out. Yet, Miles didn't mind the attention of older men. He was a young, gay and curious teenager, so the interest of anyone was exciting, flattering and welcome.
"You're not innocent," Scott eventually replied but he sounded uncertain.
"I'll let you touch it if you want," Miles said, ignoring the comment/ question. "Look how big it is. You want to hold it, don't you?"
"Yes," Scott admitted.
"Why? Are you a slut?" Miles asked ironically.
Scott chuckled at the turnaround.
"I have a spare key. Let's get you home," Scott said.
"My clothes are still in the dryer," Miles pointed out.
"I know," Scott replied.
Scott took keys from a drawer by the back door and led Miles outside. Miles didn't even bother with his trainers. Barefoot and nude, Miles stepped back out into the back garden. The rain had eased but was still drizzling and the ground was wet.
"Aren't you worried you'll be seen with me?" Miles said.
"If I am, I'm going to say you insisted on going home without your clothes," Scott replied. "Luke will be in there telling our friends you're a shameless exhibitionist."
"Oh, so he's not even going to lie," Miles joked.
Scott laughed as he unlocked the backdoor of Miles' house with the spare key.
"You could have just let me in half an hour ago," Miles pointed out as they stepped inside.
"You seem to enjoy modelling and showing off. Luke and I knew our friends were coming," Scott replied. "I thought it would be funny to expose you to them."
"Come on," Miles said and he strode towards the hall.
"Come where?" Scott asked.
"In my ass," Miles almost said but he was worried Scott might actually agree and as much as Miles wanted to explore his sexuality, he didn't want to have sex with his neighbour. Losing his virginity to a man with a three inch penis afforded Miles a second chance at popping his cherry and he didn't want to waste it.
"I'll show you to my bedroom," Miles said.
Miles was excited by the idea of having a man in his bedroom. He had posters on the wall for his favourite movies, a periodic table and a football poster too. It was a very boyish room to seduce a man in.
"What's the deal with you and Luke?" Miles asked curiously.
"We've been friends for a long time. Boyfriends a couple of times. Engaged once," Scott replied.
"Engaged?" Miles asked in surprise.
"I cheated on him," Scott with a shrug.
There was a lot in that shrug; confession, embarrassment, acceptance.
"But, you still live together?" Miles enquired.
"Have you seen the state economy?" Scott replied. "You've gone soft."
"I've always been gentle," Miles jested.
Soft, gentle, compassionate.
Firm, hard, erect.
"You could make me hard again... if you want," Miles said.
"I want to watch you do it," Scott replied.
"Like you watched me in the gallery?" Miles asked as he petted his schlong.
Miles' dick responded immediately – becoming, firm and then hard and hot. Miles grabbed his nine inch cock and stroked it with both hands.
"That thing is absolutely huge, Miles," Scott was impressed. "Have you ever modelled with an erection?"
"Yes," Miles confessed. "The first time I was a life model, I got hard."
Scott stepped forward and put out his hand. Miles stopped jerking and gripped the root in one hand before slapping the head into Scott's palm.
"Fuck," Scott laughed.
"Have you always had a big cock, Miles?" his neighbour asked as he jerked the boy.
Miles blushed at the question. He should be used to the attention by now, especially since he was the one who had coveted it. He had a man in his bedroom! A man who had lived next door to him for as long as Miles could remember. Now, Miles was bare naked and exposed to this man. Could he really revel a secret he hadn't told anyone? Not even Mr Wainwright?
"I've had a big dick for a long time. I've always known it was bigger than average," Miles admitted, enjoying the sensation of being masturbated. "I guess I got interested in modelling after I took some pictures of myself. Then I met Mr Wainwright who got me jobs for art classes and magazines."
"And life modelling," Scott reminded him.
"And life modelling," Miles agreed – as if he could forget.
Miles placed a hand on top of Scott's and pushed it off the giant bat that was his cock. Miles walked over to his desk which gave Scott the chance to look at Miles' perfect ass again. So petite and peachy, with silky legs dangling beneath and a creamy bare back above. Mile returned with his iPad, his obscene dick swinging and leading the way with every tread.
"These are the first nude pictures I took of myself," Miles said. "I set a timer on the camera to pose for them."
Miles handed over the pad and Scott gazed at the image of Miles flat on his bed, legs bent and parted so that his hole could be seen. The boy's upper body was stretched to reveal a skinny torso, and concave abdomen. Both of Miles' hands were behind his head to expose his armpits. Miles' balls were in a tight sac beneath a penis that stuck straight up. However, it was only two and a half inches long. Miles was also totally and completely hairless. He didn't have a single pubic hair visible anywhere on the screen; Scott zoomed in on all the important bits to get a better look and couldn't spy so much as stubble on the teenager.
The boy was so beautiful that the picture was artistic rather than pornographic.
"When did you take this?" Scott asked incredulously.
"About a year and a half ago," Miles replied. "On my fourteenth birthday."
"Oh god," the man replied.
Scott was perfectly aware he was out of his mind for following a nude fifteen and a half year old into his bedroom, but this was something else. Scott offered the iPad back to Miles who didn't accept it.
"Swipe to the next picture," Miles told the man.
Scott complied, despite his reservations. He was rewarded with a new picture taken moments later. This time, Miles was hard and his erection was seven inches. Scott couldn't tell exactly how big it was, but it was clearly already an enviable cock.
"My cock was seven inches before I had my first pubic hair," Miles revealed.
Miles knew the effect talking like this had on men. He discovered he quite liked goading men for their interest in him. It was fun. Scott looked for a few seconds longer at the perfectly hard and perfectly smooth boy on screen before handing the iPad back to the naked and down haired teenager in the room.
"Grab my cock again," Miles demanded.
Miles put both hands behind his head while Scott massaged the head of the teenagers' cock.
"I like to pose like this when I model," Miles said.
It was true that Miles enjoyed exposing, vulnerable poses. When his pits and pubes and dick and ass were all on show, Miles enjoyed the attention. Even when he was soft, it was still a thrill that men could see his exposed boyhood.
"Did you jerk off to the pictures you took of me?" Miles asked.
Scott didn't want to answer, which in itself was an answer.
"I'll let you suck my dick if you want," Miles offered.
"Me suck yours?" Scott said. "Maybe you could get on your knees?"
Miles rearranged his face into a hangdog expression.
"But Scott, I'm just a boy... I don't think I should do that," Miles said innocently. "Isn't it naughty to do that kind of thing?"
Scott laughed out loud.
"You might be a model, but your acting needs some work," Scott said.
"I know you want it," Miles countered.
Instead of replying, the man knelt down and gobbled up the head of Miles' cock before the teenager could say anything else. Mile gasped because he was still quite new to oral sex and he hoped it always felt this amazing to have his cock in someone's mouth.
Scott held Miles' cock with both hands as he worked his lips around the head. One it was slick and shiny, Scott sucked it in deeper. It wasn't just the nine inch length of Miles' cock; the girth made it hard to suck too. It was a mighty fucking dick, fat and veiny, hard and hot, wet and juicy. Scott moved his hands to Miles' bare butt, feeling the full weight of the cock now that it was unsupported.
Scott squeezed Miles' little cheeks which were slightly damp in the middle. As Scott moved his hands down, he could feel the smoothness not just of the buttocks but of Miles' thighs too.
Miles' skin was so soft and smooth that Scott couldn't feel a single prickle of hair. The hair was too down and wispy, especially around Miles' calves. Miles meanwhile was getting very close to cumming so he took a grip of his cock again and helped to push it in and out of Scott's mouth.
"Look up at me," Miles said.
The man on his knees looked up. Scott was older and fully dressed but there was no doubt that Miles, young and naked, was in control.
"Oh, that feels great. Keep sucking," Miles said.
Scott coughed on the long, fat cock, but kept it in his mouth. Scott managed to swallow the gunge of precum mixed with saliva. Scott continued to caress Miles' soft skin – his legs and ass, his back all felt so good. Miles was breathing rapidly now as he was getting closer to cumming in Scott's mouth.
Miles wanted to wind Scott up but realised it would be cruel. He thought the things in his head:
You know, I'm only in Year 11 of high school.
"You like having a nine inch cock pushed into your face?" Miles asked instead.
His neighbour couldn't answer. Scott's mouth was too full and his lips stretched obscenely around the fat prick. Scott's eyes were still looking into Miles' as he put his hands on the back of the man's head so he wouldn't stop. Miles figured that Scott had seen the nine inch cock and was simply ignoring this fact his neighbour was just a boy. Miles smiled as thought of more filth to not say:
You feel how soft my skin is? And look how short my pubes are. I don't trim, you know?
"Oh god..." Miles said finally as he shot his load in Scott's mouth.
Miles let go of Scott's head because he was worried about waterboarding the poor man with the deluge of spunk firing from his giant cock. Scott drank, ate and swallowed the jizz, with some of it pouring over his lips and onto his chin. Scott wiped his chin and sat back on his heels, finally dropping his hands from Miles' beautiful body.
"That was a lot of cum," Scott commented.
"I'm fifteen. Give me ten minutes and I'll be reloaded," Miles replied.
Scott didn't doubt it. Scott stood up and regarded the naked teen one more time.
"I don't doubt it," Scott said. "How did you end up modelling for that statue at the gallery, Miles?"
"When I started nude modelling at the start of the year. The gallery owner happened to be there," Mile explained.
"And it doesn't bother you? That a statue with your face and body is on display?" Scott asked.
"Oh, I guess it looks a little bit like me," Miles feigned as if struggling to see the resemblance.
Miles figured if anyone saw the statue, he'd lie or wing it. Besides, exposure was something of a turn on for him. It might be exciting for people to find out. Miles imagined boys lining up to get fucked by the statue.
"Anyway, you should probably go," Miles said.
"You have another modelling session?" Scott teased him.
"No, I have homework," Miles replied innocently.
JUST HAPPENS!
The rest of the holiday weekend passed without event which was probably a good thing. If something happened every day, it would lose the shock value. It wouldn't be as exciting anymore.
On Tuesday morning Miles walked to school and thought about the week ahead. It was always nice to get a long weekend – off Monday or Friday and leaving only four school days to endure. Plus, May was already pleasantly warm and sunny. Miles's school blazer was folded over the strap of his schoolbag so he entered the school grounds in his white shirtsleeves.
He knew something was up the moment he walked into the atrium of the school's social space. There was some sniggering from a few boys he didn't know and then whispering and veiled conversations as people saw him. The word seemed to spread around the atrium and it was weird because Miles had never been popular.
He wasn't unpopular, but Miles just wasn't the kind of boy the other students paid any attention to.
The whispering, looks, smiles, blushing, pointing and staring were overwhelming, and Miles was starting to think he was just being paranoid when there came a very slow clap.
"Well hello, big boy!" said Gordon.
Technically, he didn't say it. He shouted it for everyone to hear. Gordon was accompanied by his partner in crime, Izzy. They were pranksters but not quite invested enough to be proper school bullies. They gave people a hard time but they treated everyone equally and their `attacks' while personal (as in bespoke) were never personal (as in meanspirited).
Miles was wearing a bewildered expression which Izzy picked up on.
"You haven't seen it?" Izzy asked.
Oh! Fuck!
"Seen what?" Miles replied.
"Everyone else has seen it, dude," Gordon crowed. "Here, I'll cast onto the big screen."
The atrium of the social space was a large open plan area where student's mingled before, in between and after classes, or at lunchtime. It had an upper level terrace too so the ground and first floors opened into the atrium. At a guess, 300 students were already loitering around the social space.
Given its facility and utility as a place for the students to interact, it had a variety of features from study pods to sensory booths; it also gave students the initiative to share content and ideas. Hence, students could share media or make presentations on the large screen on the back wall.
On that screen there appeared a picture...
"I think everyone at school got the pic when they logged into their school email," Izzy told Miles.
On the screen was a picture of Miles.
"I wonder if the teachers got it too?" Gordon asked.
On the screen was a naked picture of Miles.
"The teachers will know about it soon. Bit late to stop it though, I'm sure everyone's fucking seen it by now," Izzy laughed.
On the screen was a photo from the photoshoot that Miles had spent Friday night admiring, but from earlier in the picture series than the one the delivery dude had seen.
In the image on the big screen, Miles was kneeling on a bed and he was totally naked. His school uniform was scattered around him and his ass hovered just above the surface of the bed which made his smooth thighs all the more prominent. Miles's calves and thighs were bare, hairless and boyish. His big, cum-filled balls sagged towards the surface of the mattress; on the big screen, the wispy spray of hairs that star burst from his teenage balls were all the more visible.
"You look so cute, buddy," Gordon condescended and fellow students giggled at Miles' predicament.
Miles was utterly mortified that this naked modelling picture had been exposed to his entire school. His classmates could see his penis! No highschooler wanted other teenagers to see his boy bits. Friends and bullies, teachers and janitors would see his dick; younger boys and older lads would judge Miles for his boyishness, his humiliating exposure and his endowment.
Miles couldn't believe this was happening.
Except... he could...
Hadn't Miles suggested to Mr Wainwright, after filming with Martin Williams, that he wanted something exactly like this to happen?
On screen, the excruciating detail of Miles's nudity remained for all to see. Miles' twunky physique revealed an enviable abdomen and torso that were juxtaposed by the hairlessness of his body. The fifteen year old and had no hair on his chest, and no treasure trail leading to his crown jewels. Miles' nipples were hard in the centre of brown-pink circles. With his right arm raised behind his head, Miles's exposed armpit offered every student in the school a glimpse of his very sparing, adolescent tuft of downy hairs.
Miles's heart was pounding. He was excited and humiliated in equal measure. Miles could feel the silent but excited attention around him, but he was unable to react to what he was seeing.
This was the ultimate school nightmare, but it was reality. It was the ultimate school embarrassment, but Miles was secretly thrilled and titillated.
Miles's face was uncovered and fully focussed as he was looking directly into the camera; it would be impossible to deny this was him. Moreover, Mr Wainwright had strategically chosen a photo early in the photoshoot so that Miles was totally naked, but not fully hard.
"Never mind, your willy might still get bigger," Izzy added as others laughed.
Miles' semi-hard penis looked like it was erect for it was fat and firm and laying atop a ruler. The measurement implied Miles' penis was 15cm (6 inches). Miles had mixed feelings about this, but mostly appreciated the genius of Mr Wainwright leaking this picture. It would be one thing for everyone to know Miles had an enormous nine inch monster cock, but to reveal the boy as having a six inch boner took Miles down a peg. For Mr Wainwright, it left the door open for him to humiliate Miles again by leaking a picture of Miles in all his glory.
For now, everyone in school would think Miles had a distinctly average erection. Still, the veins along the top of it and the moist, spongy head with a rim that bulged beneath the foreskin as it met the shaft were displayed on the biggest screen in the school.
"Oh fuck!" Miles said at last.
The measurement beneath his semi-hard penis was unambiguous. If everyone in school had received this picture then over a thousand students and staff would have seen his exposed boycock.
"Your nudes have leaked at school, dude," Gordon hooted.
Gordon and Izzy patted Miles on the back in a way that was complimentary and supportive, but the fact remained that this was the most humiliating thing that could happen to a fifteen year old schoolboy.
His nudes had leaked at school and it was both wonderful and horrifying. What Miles had thought was a private modelling photo had been made public: a magnificently mortifying modelling malady...
THE END?
This is the final chapter in the current series, but I am planning to write more adventures featuring Miles and Martin. Details on upcoming stories and developments can be found on my blogger.
My next story will be starting in July or August and is a sequel to last years' The SEX Men.
The SEX Men: The Sext Class is set in high school and will feature mind control, ingenious humiliations and comeuppance; it's also about betrayal, love and manipulation. To catch up on the original story and the series that preceded it, check out the links below. Or, just wait for Milo's absolutely mad recap of the story as he understands it... which is not very well.
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told, A Series of Embarrassing Events, and Noah the Embarrassed Nudist.
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Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures.