Ah, finally the week was over. Jimmy had some idea of keeping this special. Friday evening, he thought he'd go round to his flat and spend the weekend there. What could go wrong?
He just didn't want to spend the weekend in his boarding school. He was an adventurous sort. A boy, eighteen. And truly adventurous.
He didn't like the way everyone thought of him as the "tough" guy in school. He considered himself a "softie", and you couldn't deny that his features matched that. It's not that he wasn't tough; he certainly was. But then, people just didn't see him as a little effeminate, a little delicate and soft. The way he wanted them to.
So he decided to give himself a treat, by going to the so-called "oxford bookstore".
He found the arts and comics sections most interesting. However, as he crossed the door, he thought-"what if I chatted up that nice girl looking up that big book?"
He could see it was some sort of big photography book, by some big photographer. She moved off to the counter, leaving the book on the table. Jimmy just stood there, looking at it.
It was the photograph of a boat, the one she'd been looking at. The sun was setting behind the hills on the other bank of this river the boat was on, next to the pier. The water shimmered under the dim, gentle light, gently ushering to him, as if it had many a tale to tell...
Jimmy's reverie was disturbed by a gentle tap on his shoulder. "So, you like photography?", a tall, bespectacled boy a little older than Jimmy stood next to him. Jimmy felt an exciting rush down his spine as the boy gently ran his hand along Jimmy's back, and back to himself.
"Uh, yeah, I kind of do. A little," Jimmy gave him "the stare". He'd practised this in front of the mirror to perfection. It was this delicate look, yet ever so piercing. The slightest blend of titillating cheekiness was mixed in it, but it was ever so slight. He added a slight smile to it.
The boy smiled back."I have a couple of friends coming along in a minute. Would you like to meet them?"
"Yeah, sure."
Jimmy sized up the boy from his straight side. Jimmy couldn't take him. The boy looked like he could pin him down and smash him.
Then Jimmy looked at him from his other side. The guy was attractive. Nice sense of colour, the brown jacket, blue jeans, white sports shoes. Those fine hands, the lean shape...
Jimmy as a rule, liked "ephebic" guys, the ones that didn't have much muscle, no facial hair, and preferably, long silky hair and hairless, slim bodies.
"Hey, I'm Adrian, by the way," the guy said. Adrian... Just right. Adrian. Hot.
"And I'm Jimmy, hi," Jimmy replied.
"That's Ben, and there's Alan," Adrian nodded towards his friends as they walked in, towards them. Jimmy was dazzled. So, effin hot!
jimmy was a little confused here. He didn't want these three guys to just sit there and discuss photography with him till it was time for tea. He wanted these guys to go with him to his apartment, or their place, and smash him. Crush him. Screw him. Or something. Thoughts of a spitroast were building up in his mind. That tension building up inside him made his breath nervous.
"So, you like photography, huh?," Ben asked.
"Yeah... And that," he said, smiling and nodding towards a book.
"The adventurous lover."
All three looked towards the book and grinned. It had a picture of a woman with her hands cuffed, all in orangish sepia, her apparent lover next to her.
Jimmy thought he'd be his usual, cheeky self. He stood up, as slowly as he could, and went over to the poetry section. Limericks. A paperback title. A cool lime green cover.
As he got back, he could literally feel their eyes prance ever so covertly to his ass.
'No touching,' he murmured, as he gently brushed his hand against Alan's chair and shoulder. He felt he was doing this really well.
No, he countered. He was doing this too fast. And should he really be doing this? What would his parents think? He was a schoolboy, and he had some duties-
He noticed Ben literally burning him with his eyes.Ben really wanted to get inside him, maybe more than the others. Jimmy placed himself gently into his seat, and laid himself on his chair. He pointed his feet towards Ben, as if singling him out.
'That's it,' he concluded. He was going to seduce the pulp out of these three, until they just grabbed him and gave him the proper seeing too he so craved.
He made sure not to say anything first, they would ask him about this or that, and then he'd reply, and only then, ask them about this or that.
Seven thirty. Whoops. His alarm went off. He was supposed to be in his flat by now, the landlady would be wondering. He told them this.
They just didn't reply. It was understood. He wasn't going back to the flat just yet. Jimmy let that go.
He stood up, his jeans clinging to his legs, accentuating every exquisite feature, the tight shirt showing exactly what he was made of.
The gleam of the scarce street lights outside, the darts of light of cars racing past, the romantic, slow, music from speakers hidden somewhere, it all just created such a beautiful picture. He was the jewel that added to it, the centre-piece...
The four of them stood up, every eye on him, trying to catch a last glimpse of his graceful yet muscular figure, the buttons down just toshow a little glimpse of the smooth chest...
He quickly moved to the table and picked up an encyclopedia he'd noticed. It was on tanks or something. He grinned at them as the counter guy billed the book.
Perfect. Great. Finally he had that book! He'd wanted it for months, and now got it... That book. Yes.
'My little reminder of today's events', he thought to himself.
The car was a large one. Jimmy, off course, sat in the middle of the back seat, so Alan and Adrian sat on either side of him. Ben was driving. Perfect for Jimmy to tease him, get him to want to rip his ass apart and crush him and spank him till his knees felt wobbly and weak.
He let Adrian hold his hand. His spectacles suited him so preciously, the nice, black tortoise-shell frame, that teary glint in his eyes, such a piercing glare.
Jimmy suddenly realized what an error he might be making. What if they really were some kidnappers, or sadists or something? What if they raped him and killed him? What if they- oh no, it was too disturbing. But it was too late, he knew he couldn't run away now. He was totally vulnerable.
Alan was awkwardly fiddling with his phone.
'Hey, Alan', Jimmy said. The two boys thighs were brushing against each other, and he knew Alan just didn't want to shift, even though he must be extremely ticklish.
'Hey', he replied, his breath almost audible now. He wanted it. Any moment now he could start toying with Jimmy's hair, or kiss him, or push his head down for a blowjob.
It was a little sudden, which caught Jimmy off guard. Alan had run his hand along Jimmy's back, and now he had it across his waist, gently caressing and squeezing him.
"Hey... no touching,' Jimmy grinned as he protested.
